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Chapter 16: Dressing Up to Play the Part

All too soon the wedding weekend was over and normal life once again was forced to resume. All the Malfoys including Ginny returned to their day jobs while her new husband returned to whatever it was he did during the week.

Ginny was much dismayed to learn upon her return to the hospital that the news of Draco and Ginny's engagement paled in comparison to the attention she received when the article and some of the pictures from the wedding were published in the prophet. It got to the point where she could barely leave her office without be hounded by someone.

She began to cast disillusionment charms on herself every time Mrs. Coe gave brought her the next batch of cases otherwise she would never make it to the exam rooms to get anything done. It all reminded her of the attention she had received after the war and she didn't like it any better now than she had then.

Draco, as usual, seemed completely un-phased. He continued to go about his business lazing around one minute and then disappearing for hours on end the next. It confused and concerned Ginny.

She didn't want to call it jealousy, but something caused her the pit of her stomach to tighten every time her old flame went missing. She didn't trust new Draco not to try and find a way around his grandfather's ban on messing around with any number of the many women who would gladly throw themselves at him.

But when confronted about his whereabouts he would just get defensive and tell her that it was none of her business. This of course did nothing to sooth Ginny's confused nerves and eventually it led to a huge fight between the two.

She couldn't believe that they had been married hardly more than a week and they were already ready to kill each other. Thank the gods they had not stayed together. They fell in love as children. Had they stayed together it could have been the biggest mistake of both of their lives.

No, she had definitely dodged a bullet and now she just had to survive one more year of Draco and then she would be able to write him off forever. One week down and only 51 odd weeks to go.

The only consolation in her existence currently was that all those years ago Draco had been correct, she and his houseelf Lilith got along famously as well as enjoyed ganging up on Draco at any chance they got.

Actually Ginny was quite popular with the entire household staff. All the elves that she had encountered seemed absolutely baffled by the fact that she remembered their names and every new one she encountered was already in awe of her just because they had heard how awesome she was. The one who had truly seemed to take a fancy to her though was the same peculiar little elf that she had been dealing with since her first visit to the Manor, Blinky. He seemed to have permanently attached himself to her side and didn't seem to be planning on leaving any time soon. Abraxas even pointed out that he might eventually want to bond to her as her very own personal elf which would be a very interesting situation considering the fact that she was not always going to be a Malfoy.

By the time their two week anniversary had come and gone Ginny had officially established a routine at the Malfoy Manor. She felt comfortable in her new home and with the majority of the other residents that she dealt with on a daily basis, with a few notable exceptions.

Ginny absolutely loved Cissa, Salvia and Abraxas but Draco, she had decided, was determined to be a pain in her ass and Lucius, well she was still terrified of him even though they were living under the same, albeit large, roof. Her only consolation was that they rarely crossed paths and therefore she didn't worry all that much about interactions with him.

On that Tuesday afternoon Ginny apperated to the main gate of the manor. It was somewhat annoying that they had not yet added her to the list of people who were permitted to floo or apperate into the main house on a daily basis. The one time that she and Hallie had flooed over they had been granted special permission to allow it. Now, until the magic had been properly applied, Ginny was forced to first go to the main gate and then head to the Manor from there.

Once she was past the main gate security point, Ginny apperated directly to the front door. She grasped the large brass latch and let herself in. She walked through the now familiar foyer, still not able to completely pass through without glancing around to admire the size and splendor of every room in this house.

She didn't make it all the way to the grand stair case when Blinky popped out of nowhere making her jump.

"Bloody hell," she shrieked. "Blinky don't do that!"

"Oh, Miss Gin! Blinky is so sorry! I was not meaning to scare you! Blinky will go to punish himself if that is what you is wanting." The little elf looked up at her with his ears drooping and his huge brown eyes in agony because of the strength of his remorse.

"No, no, Blinky please don't. You just startled me. Please don't hurt yourself, I know you didn't mean it." She crouched down to look the little elf straight in the eyes. "Blinky, I never ever want you to punish yourself because of something I have said. Do you understand? Never and that is an order!"

"No, no, Miss Gin, when Blinky is bad he must punish himself, especially if he is upsetting sweet Miss Gin." He tentatively placed a small hand her arm.

"You won't ever upset me enough to warrant hurting yourself Blinky, I mean that." She pulled the sweet little elf into a hug.

When she released him he had big round tears running down his face. "You is the nicest Miss that has ever been in the Malfoy Manor. Come now, I will show you to the rest of the family."

Ginny straighten and followed the little elf as he guided her to the sitting room in the north wing of the manor. She was most familiar with this wing of the house because she knew that it was the one in which all three generations of Malfoy men and their wives, which now included Ginny, lived.

When they reached their destination Binky bowed to Ginny and apperated away. Ginny then grasped the door handle and entered the room. Despite the fact that it was referred to as a mere sitting room, the room was huge with high ceilings and intricately decorated walls and furnishing. The theme for this particular room was black and white, classic and chique, which meant that it must have been decorated by Cissa rather than Salvia who preferred warmer and richer tones.

Sitting in the room on some of the numerous pieces of furniture were Abraxas, Salvia, and Narcissa.

"Hello everyone." Ginny said cheerfully as she crossed the room and plopped into a large black chair beside Cissa.

"Why hello Ginevra, how was work?" Abraxas inquired from his perch at the writing desk across the room.

"Exhausting. How were your days?"

"Well I too worked while the ladies took a mental health day and went shopping."

"Ooh, shopping! Get anything good Cissa?"

Her 'mother-in-law' let out a little laugh at the enthusiasm that always seemed to permeate Ginny's very being before responding, "No buying today just perusing."

"Don't forget though that all three of us will have to go shopping soon Ginny dear," Salvia said looking up from the book she had been reading. "There is the annual Malfoy Halloween Ball next weekend and all three couples will need appropriate attire. You know, ball gowns and such."

"Gowns? Wow that sounds intense. Well just let me know when is good for you and I will try and clear my schedule."

Narcissa snorted in an elegant way. "Oh so you are just going to let us buy you a gown this time? I'm not sure I totally believe you after the dilemma that was trying to purchase your wedding gown."

Ginny smirked and resisted the urge to impudently stick out her tongue at the older woman, instead simply saying, "Well after last time I thought it would be best to just go to the fitting and allow the family to purchase the gown with minimum input."

"Smart decision," Abraxas chimed in. "I'm impressed you were able to stand up to them at all honestly but I do feel that it is best for you if you just give in."

Ginny giggled, "I definitely agree."

Narcissa smiled and then added, "Oh and we would also like to invite Hallie if she is free. Salvia and I do so enjoy her company almost as much as yours dear. We wanted to personally invite her to the ball."

"I'm sure she would love to come with us. Hallie loves any opportunity to get all dressed up." she replied before deciding to change the subject. "So where is the Great Bouncing Ferret?"

Abraxas let out a deep booming laugh at Ginny's insult of his grandson. He just could not get over the story of Draco be transfigured into a white ferret. "That idiot left a few hours ago, who knows where is he by now."

Ginny smirked at the elderly man's obvious contempt for his grandson although her chest did involuntarily constrict ever so slightly at the fact that the family did not know her annoying husband's whereabouts. "Alright well, I think I am going to take a shower before dinner. I will see you all then." She then proceeded to get up and leave the room before making her way back to the grand staircase and following it up to her room.

Draco casually flung open the door to his bedroom. He had been at work all afternoon and was absolutely done in. He really did need to hire a few more people. Running his business with just his four employees was becoming more and more exhausting the more the establishment grew. He tossed his coat down on the bed and casually slipped his tie off from around his neck before crossing his room and heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower before dinner and another glorious round of insults with Weasley. Bloody hell that girl had the ability to get under his skin. It was rather annoying that every time they started to get along they would get into an earth shattering fight that would plummet them back down to the level of hatred and annoyance.

As he walked he slowly began to unbutton and un-tuck his white button-down shirt, finishing the chore just as he opened the bathroom door. Much to his chagrin, Draco was greeted by a cloud of steam rather than cool clear air. After two weeks of marriage Draco should have been expecting it as Ginny had beaten him to the bathroom almost every single day after work but he was still annoyed to find her in there.

Stepping into the bathroom, he crossed the large white marble room in three large strides. He stopped in front of the walk in shower that was walled by glass charmed to distort images for modesty. "Why is it exactly that every single time I step into my bathroom I find you in here already?"

"You're too slow to get into the shower first? And who said it is your bathroom?" the cheeky little redhead replied not even turning away from the steady stream to see who had disturbed her attempt at relaxation.

"You're funny Weasel. Seriously you are constantly in the bloody shower. And of course it is my bathroom. It has been since I was three."

"Well that's too bad, you have to share it with me now and I have to shower more than the average person so get over it." She turned slightly and glared at him momentarily.

"You don't have to, you choose to." He said as he slowly took in the sight of her perfect naked body that was slightly distorted by the glass but not enough that his imagination couldn't fill in the gaps. He had to concentrate very hard on his dislike of the little firecracker in order to not become obviously and painfully aroused.

"No I actually have to because of my job." She continued. "Because of the different potions, plants and spells I come in contact with I have to shower profusely. Did u know that showering…?"

"Red, I really don't care." Draco interrupted as the water shut off. He grabbed the towel draped across the bench outside the shower and handed it into her.

"Oh! Thank you. Big surprise there. Draco Malfoy doesn't care about what others have to say." She wrapped the towel securely around herself and stepped out of the shower only to be greeted by the wonderful broad expanse of Draco's well toned chest.

"That's not true," he quietly replied all traces of the annoying Malfoy from moments before gone. "It's not everyone, it's just you. You are a Weasley. I am a Malfoy. I am programmed to hate you."

"No, you choose to hate me."

"I didn't invent the Malfoy/Weasley feud." Reaching up and tucking one soaking wet red strand behind her ear.

"Draco, there is no real feud." Ginny said leaning slightly into his hand. She just couldn't help herself. "Don't laugh at me but I pulled a Hermione and did some research. I found out the truth. The whole thing started out seven generations ago when a young Malfoy heir fell in love with a Weasley woman while they were at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, both of them were already betrothed to different pureblood families from the time of their infancy. In order to avoid their marriages they both drank poison and committed suicide together. Afterwards both families blamed the other for the death of their child which started a feud that has lasted in some form up until today. We hate each other because they were in love. Kinda ironic isn't it?"

"That's a little Romeo and Juliet don't you think?"

"Close." She smirked at the irony. "They were Shakespeare's inspiration only their names were Romulus and Juliana. Seems he like to plagiarize." She let out a small laugh and pulled the towel tighter around herself. They were standing very close together. "I didn't know you read muggle books."

"My mother made me read all the classics when I was younger. Dickens, Shakespeare, Milton, all the old boring stuff."

"That's actually rather impressive. So now that you know what actually happened what do you say to calling a truce Malfoy."

"Well," Draco said quietly, leaning down so close that she could feel his breath tickle her skin as he spoke. "Why destroy a perfectly good feud."

Ginny was appalled. They had been having such a good moment and she had even extended an olive branch to the git but he had to go and ruin it. He truly was unable to grasp any emotion. She shoved passed him into her room and slammed her door.

Draco chuckled to himself. Yes, she could get under his skin but he could get under hers as well. At last some peace and quiet, but as he stepped into the shower to unwind he couldn't help but think of Ginny, her little history lesson, and what it could possibly mean for the future.

Hallie flung herself onto Ginny's bed on Friday evening. Her friend had been taking a nap after a long day at work and Hallie had decided that that just wouldn't do. She ran across the room and jumped onto the bed, bouncing up and down to disturb the sleeping woman.

The only response that her actions received was a groan and covers being pulled over her head. Hallie then stretched out next to Ginny and waited for the covers retracted enough for her to see her face. Something wasn't right.

"What's wrong Gin?" Hallie asked starring Ginny down with the threatening but loving look that only a best friend can give.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Ginny insisted. She did her best to hold Hallie's gaze and not give into the urge to look away. But Hallie saw everything she needed in her best friend's eyes.

"What did he do now love?" she asked tucking a stray piece of hair behind Ginny's ear.

Ginny laughed without any real mirth. She should have expected Hallie to just be able to figure out what was bothering her. "He exists."

"Well besides that?"

"We got into another stupid fight the other day and it has just really been bothering me."

Hallie leaned over and hugged Ginny to her. "It only hurts so much because you still care about him."

Ginny rolled out of her friend's embrace. "Not the time to try to make me realize my repressed feeling for him."

"Does that mean you admit those feelings?"

"Hallie!" Ginny pushed herself up and slid off her bed.

"Sorry, sorry!" her friend assured. She sat up as well and watched as Ginny moved about the room to get ready for their shopping expedition. "So," she said conversationally after a few minutes. "What does Draco's room look like?"

"I don't really know honestly. I have only been in there once and I was primarily focusing on getting out as fast as possible while remaining undetected. But with what I do remember and knowing Draco it's probably all dark wood and Slytherin green with silver accents."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because that's how his room used to be back at Hogwarts and Draco is entirely a creature of habit."

"Oooh! Is this the beginning of story time?" Hallie bounced up and down on the bed.

Ginny sighed and said, "Yes, I suppose it is."

Ginny practically buzzed with excitement. The day she had been waiting for had finally come. The summer was finally over. While by all intents and purposes that should have been a cause for distress for any other sixteen year old girl but for Ginny it meant that she would finally get to be with her amazing boyfriend again.

While it hurt that they could not publicly be together at least she knew that she was with the most amazing and gorgeous guy at Hogwarts.

As quickly as possible Ginny bid her parents goodbye and slipped onto the train with Luna. The pair did not have to search for long before they were silently herded to a compartment on the far end of the train by the appearance of one Mr. Blaise Zabini who could barely keep his hands to himself long enough to traverse the crowded train.

When they finally reached the compartment Ginny found herself drawn in by a pale, leanly muscled arm and drawn into a firm, broad chest. She breathed in and the familiar spicy sweet smell of Draco enveloped her. Leaning back she looked into the most beautiful pair of silver grey eyes she had ever seen. "Hi," she whispered breathlessly.

Draco said nothing but sexily smirked at her before drawing her in for a breath stealing kiss which left Ginny dizzy. "Hi." He whispered back. The pair then settled in on one side of the compartment and faced their fiercely snogging friend, ready for the long ride to Hogwarts and the even longer year ahead of them.

Ginny once again walked down the long corridor to Draco's Head Boy rooms. Over the last few weeks since they had been back at school Ginny had become rather accustomed to this walk since this is where she, Draco, Blaise and Luna spent as much of their time as possible but for some reason it seemed as if after her first Quidditch practice of the season this hall seemed longer than it usually did.

When she finally reached the door she muttered the password and let herself in. much to her surprise, when she entered the bedroom she found it completely empty, no Draco, no Blaise, no nothing. It was very strange.

"They must be running patrol." She muttered to herself. "Well since no one is here I think I might as well take a quick shower."

Yes, she liked that idea very much, but what would she wear afterwards? Her Quidditch uniform was absolutely disgusting and she stupidly hadn't brought any other clothes down from her dorm. She decided that the best course of action was to steal something of Draco's. He was a Malfoy after all; it's not as if he would miss them.

After riffling around in his chest of drawers for a few minutes she found a pair of clean black boxer briefs in some silky material and a plain white athletic tank that would work perfectly as make shift pajamas.

Once in the bathroom, Ginny rapidly disrobed, glad to be free of her sweaty garments, and stepped into the warm shower. After cleaning her whole body and washing her hair in soap that smelled like Draco, Ginny forced herself to turn off the water and dry off.

She quickly discovered after slipping them on that the clothes she had thought could work were most definitely too large for her tiny frame leaving her no choice but to shrink them to fit. She decided to leave her hair wet preferring the way it looked when it dried naturally as opposed to magically.

Stepping back into the room she was thrilled to see that her boyfriend had returned. Now he was sitting in the green high backed chair that faced the fire, his eyes closed, dozing.

Ginny quietly walked over to sit on the couch next to his chair, content just to watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful and innocent. When Draco slept all the worry fell away from his face, the hardness that had formed around his mouth and eyes, consequences of his Malfoy mask, were gone and Ginny thought she saw the ghost of a smile play across his lips.

She let her eyes continue to glaze down his body. His button down shirt was open revealing his white undershirt that was just tight enough to see the outline of the rock hard muscles that lay beneath it.

She continued to admire his body till a deep chuckle caused her eyes to flick back up to his face and there she found two silver eyes with an amused twinkle in them staring back at her.

"You should definitely wear my clothes more often." He smirked, his voice was still scratchy from sleep. "They look so much better on you than they ever did on me."

Ginny blushed. She didn't know how to respond to his blatant flirting like that. "I'm sorry; I was gross and needed something to wear. I'll clean them and give them back." She rambled, suddenly mortified at her plan to borrow something of his.

Draco just continued to laugh and casually motioned for her to come closer. When she was within grasping distance he reached out and pulled her down into his lap. Automatically she curled up and snuggled down into him, placing a soft kiss to the corner of his jaw.

"You don't have to apologize. Keep the clothes I don't care." He kissed her on the tip of her nose. "I want you to be comfortable here, with me."

The sincerity in his eyes made Ginny's heart sing. Every moment she spent with this boy made her more and more convinced that she was in love with him. She had decided that it didn't scare her anymore. Now all she worried about was how Draco himself felt and in moments like this Ginny thought that maybe, just maybe, he was falling in love with her too.

Finally the shopping expedition was set to begin. The party of four women was joined by an unexpected male fifth because someone had skipped his first two dress robe fittings and was now forced join the women as a last resort.

Draco now wished he had not put off getting robes because the tension between Ginny and himself was almost palpable. They had barely spoken all week and he was finding that he almost felt bad for upsetting her, which, for him, was strange in itself. But there was no time to think about all that unpleasantness now; there was work to be done.

The whole party made their way to Madame Malkin's shop before Draco split off to go across the way to the men's portion of the shop.

When the women entered the first thing they passed was an amazing display full of beautiful masks that were intricately decorated with tiny glittering jewels. As they passed one of the masks caught Ginny's eye. It was a deep midnight blue with an iridescent quality to it. On one side it had a satin and beaded lily that unfolded itself along the side in the same deep blue as the base and several delicate feathers bursting from the top.

It was convenient that the ball was a masquerade because there was a very good chance that all the women would be selecting their masks from this very rack. Ginny secretly hoped that she could find a dress to match this exquisite mask.

The party continued back into the shop and met Madame Malkin herself in order to select their perfect gowns.

The first dress they picked out was Salvia's because she had to leave the earliest. She and Abraxas had a function later on that evening and the whole group wanted to ensure that her gown was squared away since the ball was in only a few short days. The gown that the whole party, sans their male representative, chose was a black liquid jersey full length gown that poured down Salvia's body. With a low plunging neckline and a high slit skirt revealing a glimpse of skin, Ginny prayed that one day she would look as good as this woman at her age, or even as good as Cissa at hers. The dress had long sleeves that contracted by elastic at the wrists and was finished off by a large silver belt that encircled her waist. She looked absolutely stunning.

Next it was Hallie's turn to try on dresses. The women all decided that the third one she donned was absolutely perfect on the willowy blond woman. It was a scoop necked gown with frills layered as trim to accentuate the neck line. It hugged her curves almost all the way down her the straight skirt but she was still able to easily move and later dance in the garment. The color was a deep rich royal purple that made her hair and blue eyes both pop. There was truly no other option but for Hallie to wear this dress.

Cissa's final decision was a beautifully ruched stretch mesh gown with an asymmetrical neckline and elbow length sleeves. She decided to make the dress a similar shimmery platinum color to match her hair. She, like Salvia, had only picked out one dress to try on as a result of knowing exactly what she was looking for. Both of these elder Malfoys had become so experienced at picking out gowns that trying on dresses had become more of a formality than anything else.

With three dresses down there was only one left to determine and once again Ginny was the problem although it was not she herself. The seamstress paraded her in front of the group in at least a half a dozen different dresses before they could all come to a consensus. The progression probably would have gone much smoother had Draco not been involved in the process. After having finally finished his own robe fitting he made it back to give his opinion on the dress his mother had chosen and to vocally give his opinion about Ginny's.

By the time she had slipped on the sixth dress, Ginny was about ready to kill Draco. She honestly no longer cared what dress she wore as long at the bugger actually picked one.

She had to admit that the dress she was currently wearing was by far her favorite but she didn't want to get too attached just in case the tall, blond pain in her arse rejected it as well. It was a beautifully draped silk chiffon gown with a sweetheart neckline and a slightly revealing off-the-shoulder design. The bodice was a pleated corset that accentuated her tiny waist and there was no real train for her to trip over so that was a plus. Currently the gown was a slightly awkward periwinkle blue color but Ginny cast a quick glamour to make the material shimmered to a deep midnight blue.

She could just imagine this dress with the glittering mask in nearly the same color blue that caught her eye when she entered the shop. It was perfect, now only to convince Draco.

Just before she stepped out for the whole group to see she shook her curls out of their loose confines. All the taking on and off of the gowns had put her ponytail into disarray. She flipped her ginger mane over one shoulder and stepped out.

Draco, who was standing behind the couch of seated women, had to consciously keep his jaw from hanging open. Little Ginny Weasley looked absolutely stunning in the blue gown that she was wearing. The color was perfect for her skin tone and didn't at all clash with her copper colored hair, and bloody hell did it make her figure look good.

"Alright Mr. Critic, what do you think?" she asked in an exasperated tone. She twirled in place for everyone to see and returned to center with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised. It was quite obvious that the opinions of Hallie and his mother no longer mattered. She was specifically trying to please him.

Draco strove to compose his thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence which Ginny obviously interpreted as him taking his sweet time to make up his mind based on the dramatic sigh she let out of obvious annoyance. "I like it." He finally choked out. He hoped that none of the women picked up on his blatant discomfort.

"Finally! Good I like this one too. But it has to be in this color not the one it came in if that's not too much trouble." She turned to Madam Malkin for her consent. When she nodded Ginny continued. "Perfect! Well I already know which mask will go perfectly with this dress. Why don't you all try to find a mask while I get changed?"

"That is a very good idea." Narcissa agreed and she and Hallie both headed back to the front of the store.

Unfortunately for Ginny, Draco did not follow his mother but her instead. "What do you want Malfoy?"

"Not to look at the masks." He said simply.

"So you followed me?" She bit back as she magically unzipped the gown and carefully stepped out of it. She was feeling unusually hostile towards him. Normally when she was annoyed with him she just strove to ignore his presence as best she could but today she really just wanted to gauge his eyes out, or something along those lines.

"Pretty much." He drawled. He leaned against the side of the dressing room, lazily waiting for his… wife to be finished. It was still weird for him to think of her as his wife. He was just becoming used to the thought of her as his fiancé and then they forced them to go and get married.

Suddenly a small hand darted out of the dressing room and attached itself to his tie and dragged him in. "Alright Malfoy, let's get something straight right now." Ginny fumed.

She was dressed in only a hot pink lace bra and cream colored panties with roses of the same pink as the bra and her whole body was flushed with fury giving her a radiant glow. Draco's brain melted into a puddle right then and there. He had been celibate for over a month and been forced to live with this women who, although he hated her existence, was bloody shaggable and this combined with his earlier discomfort at seeing her in that dress was just too much for his poor overtired brain to handle.

"I'm over you already." She continued in a harsh whisper. "You have been absolutely obnoxious the last two weeks and I refuse to continue dealing with you. We are supposed to be happily married and your attitude it too much to deal with. You had better straighten out soon otherwise I will make your life every inch the living hell that I can, and you know that I am more than capable of it so don't push me Malfoy!"

With that she shoved him out of the room and closed the curtain in his face. He, for his part, just stood there with his mouth hanging slightly open, dumfounded. She had just legitimately chewed him out. He knew deep down that he deserved it but he never thought that she actually would. This Ginny always seemed so calm and collected, well for the most part. He figured that she would continue to cut him down in the verbal sparring matches that they had been participating in, but no, she had legitimately chewed his ass out. And what was worse was he liked it.

This was not something he had ever experienced with the love-struck Ginny of old. That girl had been too smitten with him, and he with her, to ever get to the point where she actually felt the need to just rip him a new one. And she had threatened him! It was fantastic! He knew that it was by no means an empty threat but… seeing that much raw emotion from her was awe inspiring. He wasn't sure how but he was going to make her that open again.

Just then the curtain flung open once more and the firecracker stormed out. She shoved the gown she had finally chosen, or rather he had let her chose, at him and said in a cold clipped tone, "Give this to Madam Malkin." before striding away from him.

He knew he would do exactly as she said at that moment because he was able to watch her backside sway back and forth as she strode away from him. It was actually all he could do to keep his mouth from dropping wide again.

Draco Malfoy had once again been bent out of sorts by little Ginny Weasley except this time he would not fall for her charming little act. No, this time he would get even.

All the picture for the girls' dresses and Ginny's mask are on my page if you are interested in seeing the vision.

Soo not gonna lie this is not my favorite chapter but it keeps the story moving along so that is good. I feel like it got better towards the end. Let me know what you think and I am always open to plot ideas and suggestions of others! Please review!

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