Ginny took exactly two hours to move all of her stuff into Pansy's rooms. She preformed this task cheerily, humming under her breath. The two girls she had commandeered from Slytherin grumbled good naturedly, magicing the boxes from outside the portrait to the dungeons.

So when Draco, who had become slightly worried she had gone daft, appeared at Pansy's door to investigate he found a pleased Ginny sitting on the new bed that Snape had put in the room. The curtains were a very appealing shade of green, and the crimson of Ginny's hair stood out vividly.

"Are you done then?" Draco demanded impatiently, leaning against the door frame.

Ginny shot up from the bed, her hair flying around her face. "Who? Wha….? DRACO CAIUS MALFOY!" She shrieked at him, picking up one of the many throw pillows that had been (until now) lying innocently on her bed. Incised she hurled it at him.

Draco ducked and the pillow soared harmlessly by his head. "Now, now pet. Why such a fuss?"

Ginny blew a strand of hair out of her face indignantly. "You're insufferable, you know that right?"

Draco entered the room and took her hand. He raised her to her feet, "How could I forget, with you constantly reminding me?"

"Well somebody has to play Jiminy Cricket for you don't they?" a snide voice hissed from the door.

Draco lazily turned to face Millicent, "Do you need a nap Millie?
Or has some other bug crawled up your ass lately?"

"Don't push me Draco. I'm sleepy." Millicent said, brushing past the pair to flop down on the bed opposite Ginny's. "We had double DADA, then Sprout, and then I had a detention for writing in green ink!" She buried her head in her pillow, and the pair heard her muffled scream.

Draco let go of Ginny to sit beside his irate fourth. He placed a soothing hand on her back, rubbing it in small circles. "Easy Millie. Shhhhh…..Ginny and I are going to go to the Challenge. I'll tell you about it when we get back, okay?"

Millicent nodded her head and made a kind of rumble in agreement.

Draco stood and strode over to Ginny, "Come on love."

Ginny entered the room of Requirement on Draco's arm. Astonishingly she didn't trip, stumble, or otherwise make a fool of herself. The gathered people turned to look at the new comers before parting to allow them to move to the far side of the room.

There were three pairs of the 'Throne' like chairs sitting on a type of dais up against the wall. Draco took the right chair of the second pair pulling Ginny down into the one on his left. The right chair of the third pair was taken by Damien, but the left one stood empty. The pair in the middle of the two stood empty, like they were waiting for something.

Ginny leaned over to hiss into Draco's ear, "You are explaining all of this shit to me when we get back to the commons. I hope you know that."

Draco nodded solemnly and took her hand. "Look." He pointed with his left hand to a different set of doors to their right.

Eddie Carmichael strode out of the doors in what appeared to be chain mail. Ginny blinked and looked at Draco oddly but when she opened her mouth to ask, he squeezed her hand and shook his head. Ginny huffed and turned her attention back to the doors.

Alexandria paced out wearing the same kind of clothing Eddie was, which looked odd on her (as it reached to her knees). Cho Chang materialized out of the crowd and turned to address the 'Thrones'.

"The ruler ship of Ravenclaw had been challenged for. Our second has answered in place of our Prince seeing as we have none. The Challenger's name is Alexandria DeLoche, her opponent Edward Carmichael. With your permission," She glanced at them to see them nod, "Let the duel begin."

Eddie immediately conjured a rapier from somewhere or another, lunging at his opponent. Alex dodged out of the way hurriedly, conjuring a slightly larger version of Eddie's sword. She managed to get it up in time to block his downward swing, scurrying sideways as he swung up again.

Ginny breathed in sharply at this, and clenched Draco's hand. "What the hell is going on Draco? This was supposed to be a duel!"

Draco never took his eyes off the combatants as he answered her, "It is a duel Ginny. But the duels of ruler ship are conducted the same they have been for years. Any wizard, or witch, can wave a wand. But the Prince must be able to defend his, or her, people with non-magical means; should the situation present itself." Draco smiled a bit as Alex rolled to avoid Eddie's clumsy swing.

"That's stupid! What if somebody got hurt? Then what would happen?" Ginny nearly shrieked, clenching her free hand around her chair's armrest.

"That hasn't happened in years…." He trailed off as he saw a thin line of blood run down Alex's cheek. It seems she wasn't able to avoid Eddie's last blow.

But Carmichael was slowing down, his swings where lacking in the speed he exhibited earlier. He stumbled a bit going in for what would have been a 'kill' and Alex saw her opportunity. She lunged up from the floor, her sword snaking up around his to knock it from his hand. The point came to rest just touching Carmichael's neck.

Her chest heaving she panted, "Give in Eddie."

Eddie slowly kneeled, wary of her sword, "I yield, My Prince."

"Look Ginny, ask one question at a time, okay?" Draco pleaded, his head resting on the back of his chair.

He, Ginny, Blaise, Pansy, and a very grumpy Millicent were sitting in a rough circle around the fireplace in the common room.

"Okay." Ginny seemed to take a deep breath. "What the hell do you retards call me the effing bride for?"

Millicent covered her face with a pillow and groaned. Draco winced, Pansy looked faintly amused. Only Blaise seemed to take her screaming in stride.

'It's no worse than when I stuffed her pillow full of Ice Mice and she froze her cheek to it.' He sniggered recalling that particular incident.

"Gin-bug, I need you to stop yelling, k'ay?" Blaise waited for her nod, "Now the reason we call you "the Bride" is because in order for you to date our Prince, you must have a title. We can't call you Consort, 'cause you aren't in our house 'officially'. Now in the past, when people dated they did it in the intentions of getting married. So when a Prince dated outside of their house the person was called the 'Bride'. I think they toyed with 'Fiancée', but some of the tougher accents had trouble with it I believe." He looked off to his left, where Draco sat bemusedly. "So when Draco stared to show an interest in you he had to present you to his House in a suitable manner. He searched in our Book and found the clause about outer house dating. He gave you the title, which in turn let the House accept you. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Ginny was quiet for a few minutes. Millicent had slumped her head onto Pansy's shoulder and was snoring softly. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms to wait for Ginny's response.

"So…let me understand. To the House, Draco and I are, what, engaged?" She seemed to go into a sort of shock then as Draco moved out of his chair and kneeled by hers.

He put his face an inch from hers, "Yes." He whispered hotly, sealing his lips over hers to quell the outrage he was sure she was going to unleash. Ginny brought her hands up to run through his white-blonde hair. Vaguely she was aware of the others leaving them as she slipped out of her chair to kneel with her lover on the floor. Contrary to the rumors, the dungeon was carpeted in a thick silver carpet, not flagstones. It was quite comfortable when Draco lay back on it, pulling his Bride with him.

Ginny broke contact with his lips to burn her way down his pale neck. 'Most girls wouldn't like this paleness. I find it quite nummy.'

Update should be out by Monday -I should think- and please review! I really do live off those you know…