He was the Romeo to her Juliet, the frost to her flame. It was perfect, absolutely perfect, as long as things didn't end up like they did for poor Romeo and Juliet. But other than that, it was her Shakespearean dream come true. Feuding families and houses and forbidden love: ah, the wonder of it all. As long as no one found out, that is. But no one would. It was common knowledge that they hated each other, a façade that they'd both crafted carefully over the years. Sometimes she thought she'd cracked, falling in live with him, but most times she thought it was wonderful. He was wonderful. And it was time.
Grabbing her bag, Ginny skirted out of the portrait hole and around the corridor, running straight into the worst possible person at the moment: her brother Ron. "Where are you going?" he demanded of his little sister, apparently determined to keep tabs on her at all time. "The party's is about to start!" Ron was referring to the party in the Gryffindor Common Room that signaled the start of their Christmas holiday.
"I know," Ginny replied with alarm, her mind reeling. "But I forgot to hand in my essay on Uranus' moons. Professor Sinistra will kill me if I don't get it in before I leave! I'll be back," she added finally, and before he could say anything else, she dashed off.
Coming up to the tapestry that marked the wall of the Room of Requirement, she focused all of her thoughts on what the room was to become. It took her two tries to get in, probably because her brother's interrogation had her distracted, but she eventually slipped in unnoticed. Draco was already there, waiting for her on the bed with his eyes closed in the room that only they shared. She bounded up on the bed to wake him, but he was already up, smiling at her.
"Happy Christmas," he said in a shockingly tender voice as he put his arm around her and sat up on the bed. Ginny smiled; she loved to be on the receiving end of his affections and kindness, qualities that she alone could draw from him.
"Happy Christmas!" she replied fervently, before bending in to kiss him. It was a very compatible, passionate kiss, one that any inhabitant of the castle would have been shocked to see. Draco's arm snaked around her back, his other arm ran through the fire of her hair.
Ginny pulled back, pouting. She didn't want the moment to end, but she knew she couldn't afford for it to begin. "I can't, Dray. I have to get back. I just wanted to give you this." She pulled out a smallish box wrapped in red paper. "Open it on Christmas."
Draco sulked like a child with the displeasure of not being able to open his gift right away. "I have one for you too," he said, handing her a similarly sized box wrapped in a silvery white. "But you have to wait until Christmas as well, then," he said, flashing a mischievous grin. He leaned in to kiss her again, though it bore none of the same passion as before. It was a gentle, goodbye kiss instead. "I'll miss you," he said, then added, "Weasley."
"I'll miss you too, Malfoy." The sharpness of Ginny's last word shocked Draco; he almost believed the disdain in her voice. He stuck his tongue out at her in response as she slipped off the bed. "I have to get going," she said quietly.
"Me too. You go first." Draco told her as she gathered her bag from the floor where she had dropped it. "Be good," he said.
"It's you I have to worry about," Ginny said seriously. And giving him one last kiss, she was gone.