It was Ginny's 6th year at Hogwarts. She was staying at the school for Christmas, because her mother decided that the atmosphere of home would distract Ginny from studying. So Ginny stayed at Hogwarts. She was practically the only student left. I say practically because there was one other student staying at the school, for different reasons. And that student was a blonde Slytherin boy, with half the girls at his heels that boy was…

"Master Draco, Master Draco! Wake up, Master Draco, your breakfast is served!" a high-pitched voice echoed through Draco Malfoy's deserted Slytherin room.

"What is it, Kreacher?" Draco demanded.

"Your breakfast, Sire!" Kreacher cried out.

"I won't eat any of that slop, you idiot! Will I have to cook myself?" Draco asked.

"But, Master Draco, this is the finest food us house elves can provide-" Kreacher was interrupted.

"Where is the kitchen? How do I get there?" Draco asked.

"Kreacher will show Master Draco the way." Kreacher responded.

"Since when have I been your master, Kreacher?" Draco questioned Kreacher along the way.

"Why, Master Draco, Kreacher has always been fondly attached to the noble house of Black and Kreacher reveres any pureblood coming of that lineage-" Kreacher was once again interrupted.

"You know my aunt, Bellatrix then?" Draco stopped.

"Why yes, Master Draco, if it weren't for the Potter brat, Kreacher would be serving that righteous lady, but no, Kreacher is now disgraced by his previous master, a master unworthy of his name! But, he died and now I am bewitched to serve that filthy scum of a Potter!" Kreacher spat at the ground.

"Well, don't call me master anymore, Kreacher." Draco commanded.

"Whatever Master Draco pleases, Sire-" Kreacher started.

"Do you have no ears? I just told you not to call me Master Draco! I don't like it!" Draco thundered.

"Here is the kitchen, Master-sorry, Sire." Kreacher nodded towards a bowl of fruits on the wall.

"And it opens how?" Draco demanded.

"You tickle the pear. Goodbye, Sire." Kreacher left.

"I can't believe it! A house elf can't make a proper breakfast!" Draco muttered. He entered the kitchen and instantly froze, for there was Ginny Weasley, looking splendid in a sweater, jeans and cooking frock.

"Weasley?" Malfoy asked incredulously.

"Malfoy? Are you here to COOK?" Ginny asked and instantly she and some of the lady house elves started giggling.

"What's wrong with cooking, weasel?" Draco sneered.

"Nothing, ferret! It's just that one wouldn't think of you risking to wreck your clothes for food…" Ginny said amusedly.

"Hey! Shut up! Don't call me that!" Draco retorted.

"Well, I don't see why I can't call you ferret if you can call me weasel!" Ginny smirked at the boy.

"Caus-caus-caus you really are a weasel!" Draco snapped.

"As you are a ferret! Does your memory deceive you?" the redhead asked playfully.

"I was trying to forget that." Draco answered through gritted teeth.

"Ok, whatever, why did you have to come down here and ruin my cooking atmosphere?" Ginny asked.

"My house elf brought up the crappiest breakfast ever and I felt that I couldn't eat such slop, happy?" Draco said.

"Oohlala! Picky little gentleman, aren't you?" Ginny asked.

"Oh…shut up, will you? What are we going to make?" Draco smirked.

"What makes you think I'll help you?" Ginny smirked back.

"Your lips…" Draco said.

"Ex-cuse me? Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" Ginny gaped.

"Huh? What? I meant-"

"Now, do you really want to finish that sentence, Drakey poo?" Ginny teased, shaking her head.

"Whatever, what should we make?" the boy asked.

"Hmmm. Good question. How about pound cake?"

"Pound cake? What the bloody hell is that?" Draco retorted.

"My mum makes it all the time, it's really good! She even made up a little song for it."

"Really? Uh-ok, then, lets make pound cake…" Draco was a bit uncertain.

"Here's how the song goes:

A pound cake requires:

Half a pound of butter

Warm it up a little bit!

Then you put the sugar in

1 2/3 cups go in

Then just mix it up.

Next you put the eggs in

Four eggs you pour in

Leave the fifth till last

Mix it up a little bit!

Now you put the flour in

Mix it up, mix it up and

Lastly, put the fifth egg in,

Mix it up, cook it up and eat it!" Ginny finished singing.

"You have got a-a beautiful voice, I'm impressed, but it doesn't really rime…" and he was. Impressed, I mean.

"Did you just stutter? Malfoys do not stutter." Ginny looked at Draco sternly.

"Lets just make the pound cake, ok, Ginny?" Draco pleaded.

"Ok. Get the ingredients." Ginny ordered.

"Watch who you're ordering about!"

"I thought you wanted breakfast!"

"Shut up, weasel!"

"Fine, ferret!"

"Bloody Gryffindor!"

"Ugly Slytherin!"

"Did you just call me ugly?" Malfoy asked.

"What if I did?"

"Apologize!"

"Say please!"

"Please apologize!"

"Fine, I'm sorry!"

"Thanks."

"Get the butter, Draco."

"Accio butter!"

"Thank you. Now the beaters."

"Fred and George?"

"No you idiot! The electric beaters!"

"You were supposed to laugh."

"Hahaha, happy? Pass the beaters."

"Here you go."

"Wait, warm the butter up, first."

"Ginny, have you ever made pound cake before?"

"No. Who cares, I know the recipe!"

"What if it doesn't turn out?"

"Then we can give it to Kreacher."

"Good idea."

"Give me back the beaters."

"Say please."

"Please."

"Here." Draco passed Ginny the beaters.

"Now for the sugar."

"We can't put you in there!"

"You really think I'm sweet like sugar?"

"Haven't tasted you yet, but I can guess…"

"DRACO! You did NOT just say that!"

"Here's the sugar, Gin."

"Well, you stir and I'll pour it in."

"Sure."

"Draco, you're getting it on the walls."

"We can always clean up, later!"

"You would be so helpless without me, Scourgify!" Ginny pointed at the wall.

"Can we crack the eggs now?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, get four." Then catching Draco's eye she said: "Please."

"Accio eggs!" Four eggs came flying towards him.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Draco said.

"Want to see something wicked cool?" Ginny asked.

"What?" Draco asked.

Ginny cracked the egg on Draco's forehead. Yellow egg was running down his hair.

"BITCH!" Draco yelled, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"Scourgify! Accio egg!" Ginny caught another egg.

"Want to see something even cooler?" Draco smirked.

"Sure." Ginny agreed. "Oh, no you-BASTARD! DRACO!" she screamed as an egg crashed on her forehead. She fell on the floor, laughing.

"Payback." Draco grinned. It took them a few moments to stop laughing.

"Ok, Draco, we need to crack four eggs into the bowl, ok?"

"Not on my forehead this time, alright, you naughty little girl?"

"Fine, you can crack them." Draco cracked the eggs.

"Flour, please?" Ginny asked politely.

"Yes, ma'am! At your service! Accio flour!"

"We need two cups of it." Draco handed it to her. They stirred the mix around.

"Is it ready to cook?" Draco asked.

"Yup! Get me a pan." Ginny demanded. The Slytherin got the pan and together, the two put the pound cake in the oven to cook.

"How long does it cook for?" Draco asked.

"Either two or three hours, I can't remember."

"Lets leave it in for three, so that it gets cooked well."

"Yes, sir."

"Should we go get washed up? I mean, we're all dirty." Draco suggested.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Licking the bowl, maybe?"

"What?"

"Don't honestly tell me you never lick the bowl."

"Well…I don't."

"Then you can start. Me and my brothers always lick the bowl."

"You mean we both lick it?"

"What's so wrong with that? It's not like we're licking each other!" At this point, Draco could not contain himself. He howled with laughter.

"Mr. Malfoy you know I did NOT mean that!" Ginny said, blushing furiously.

"That-was-funny!" Draco gasped.

"You know that I am an innocent little girl meaning nothing like that!" Ginny was still blushing. Again, the pair of them was laughing crazily.

"So, what are we going to do for three hours?" Draco asked.

"Any suggestions?" Ginny replied.

"I know! A snow fight!" Draco exclaimed.

"I'll go get dressed!" Ginny's cheeks were flushed.

Fifteen minutes later, Draco was down in the Great Hall, waiting for Ginny. He, of course, looked splendid. Draco waited patiently for about a minute then started tapping his foot. He was getting impatient now…

Five minutes of tapping later, Ginny came down.

"What took you so long?" Draco asked.

"It takes some people longer to get beautiful than others." Ginny grinned.

"And you're saying you look beautiful?"

"Like you aren't thinking it?"

"Nevermind…"

The pair of them were really enjoying themselves, throwing snowballs at each other until…

"Draco, let me go!"

"You know you don't want me to."

"No I don't."

"No you don't know it?"

SMACK

Draco received a snowball smack in the face.

"And that's payback for the egg!" Ginny laughed. Ginny was laughing so hard that Draco had time to sneak up on her and…

"Draco, put me down!"

"Ginny, you sure you want me to put you down? I'm standing on the edge of the lake, you know…"

"DRACO! Don't let go!" Ginny begged. There was a faint thump and Ginny fell down. But, it wasn't a lake, it was solid ground.

"You liar, Malfoy!" she grinned.

"Woops! Didn't mean to do that!" he smirked. Ginny pulled his leg and Draco fell back, landing on top of Ginny.

"Yes you did, you idiot!"

"Prove it!"

"Why should I?"

"Because I asked."

"That means nothing."

"You look wet."

"No, really?"

"You want to take a shower or something?"

"Yeah, where?"

"The prefect bathroom."

"Isn't a prefect supposed to be THERE so someone can use the bathroom?"

"Yeah, but is that a problem?" Draco smirked and kissed her gently.

"SHIT! THE POUND CAKE!" Ginny screamed.

"Crap."

Ginny and Draco ran towards the castle and entered the kitchen with such force that all the elves looked up questioningly. Some began to giggle.

Ginny burst through the door that led to the room in which the pound cake was. Malfoy caught up with her. Ginny opened the oven, slowly. It smelled bad.

"Oh good job!" Ginny said nastily.

"What? It's not MY fault!" Draco yelped.

"This was our breakfast, idiot!" Ginny snapped.

"And how am I responsible for it being burnt?"

"You forgot about it, fool!"

"So did you!"

"That's not the point!"

"So what is the point?"

"The pound cake burned! And you were the one who said to leave it in for three hours so it would be well cooked!"

"So lets make something else."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"We're making pasta." Draco said.

"Pasta? What the hell?"

"You got any better ideas?"

"Not really."

"Get the flour."

"Yes, sir. Accio flour!"

"And eggs."

"You've got to be kidding me, I am NOT using any more eggs!"

"Do you want pasta or not?"

"FINE!"

"No need to get grumpy…"

"I am NOT GRUMPY, Draco!"

"Maybe just a little snappy…"

"ARGH! You're just as bad as George sometimes!"

"So you're saying I'm funny?"

"Nevermind…"

"Hey, the recipe says that it needs to be mixed with hands. Wicke-e-e-d!" Draco grinned maliciously.

"Lets have some fun with the dough…" Ginny grinned back.

"You have a dirty little mind, Gin."

"No, you do."

"What makes you think that?"

"I just say the things, you're the one that makes them sound perverted!"

"Girls are getting too smart…" Draco mumbled.

"What did you say? Didn't catch that, sorry."

"I said, I think I heard you fart."

"That's probably your deodorant." Ginny said and Draco smiled defeatedly.

"So, now, we're supposed to roll out the paste and let it sit for a half hour."

"Ok, can I go take a shower now?"

"Yeah, come on." Draco took Ginny to the 8th floor corridor and found a room labeled "Prefect Bathroom" which the two of them entered.

"Draco, are you going to watch me undress?" Ginny asked.

"If you let me…"

"Which I won't. Turn around."

"I have eyes in the back of my head…"

"Shut up and turn. Now." Ginny ordered.

"I did warn you…" Draco smiled.

Gingerly, Ginny first took her wet coat off. Then her boots. Then her socks. Then her pants. Then she turned her head to see if Draco was watching. He didn't appear to be…She took off her shirt. Ginny felt her bra tugging a bit.

I expect I'll need a new one soon…she thought

Ginny checked once more if Draco was looking at her. If he was, he managed to turn away more quickly than possible. In the meantime, Draco really was looking at Ginny. He was using a product of Fred and George's, Eye-Spy. It allowed him to have eyes in the back of his head. He watched as Ginny took off her coat, socks, jeans, shirt and she was now loosening a strap in her bra.

"Should I help you out, Gin?" Draco asked from his place.

"Don't you even think about it!" said Ginny, though secretly; she felt she did want him to help her. She was sixteen, after all, there was nothing wrong with her getting this special feeling, she wanted a boy, she needed a boy…

"Are you sure, Ginny? I'd love to help…" Draco was almost begging. He too had that need; that desire.

"Oh, come on then." Ginny gave up. It was useless and she would like it. Draco crept up behind her and loosened her bra. He took it off, and could not help looking down. Ginny was a natural beauty. She suddenly swung round and hugged Draco.

"If you tell anyone, I'll find you and slap you where it hurts! No, sorry, kick you where it hurts."

"Why would I tell anyone?"

"I dunno, but I don't want everyone saying I'm a dirty little slut, especially my brother, because I'm not!"

"Ok, I promise. Go take your shower now and then I have something to show you."

Ginny showered quicker than lightning.

"Now you'll have to wait for me."

"You?"

"Me. I want to be clean."

"Ok."

Draco was also quite a fast shower-taker.

When they were both dressed, Draco said:

"Ginny, before we do anything else, we need to go make that pasta."

"So I can't blame you?"

"Exactly." Draco grinned.

They went down to the kitchen and finished the pasta making. They were rather lopsided strings, but there was nothing Ginny and Draco could do except admire their work.

"Now come, Ginny." Draco murmured.

"Anything for you…"

That night, Ginny had on her green dressing gown. She crept into bed. But not her own bed, no. It was Draco Malfoy's bed, and it was occupied by its owner.

srry folks, not done yet, hate to keep ya waitin but comin up soon.