-1(A/N: I was dozing off when this idea hit me- hope you like it!)

Disclaimer: I'm not gaining any profit off this, only the plot is mine… I'm sorry/cowers/

Warnings: Eh… mildly suggestive situations, maybe mild profanity, this is Draco/Ginny, guys. Probably going to be fluff. ONESHOT

Changes

It was amazing, really, how many changes had been brought about since he had started dating her, or, rather, since he had started loving her. Even Draco himself admitted this to himself when he stared at Ginny. At that moment, she was laying beside him atop his silken sheets, breathing the pattern of peaceful sleep- slow and carefree. There was a small smile caressing her features, giving her an almost angelic look. Well, maybe a fire angel- I doubt those looks and that personality could account for any other kind…

The changes had been subtle at first- just alterations in his preferences. His idea of an attractive woman had changed from thin, pale, and blonde like his mother to sturdy, lightly tanned, freckled, red headed. After all, they had so much more zest! He dismissed it immediately. His favorite color had gone from black to silver, and now, as he thought about it, he realized why- silver complemented her complexion to such a further extent than black did. Even his food tastes had altered- he preferred home cooked foods now, ever since Mrs. Weasley had welcomed him with only a small moment of hesitation. The whole clan was rather friendly, once you got to know them…

Then Ginny had allowed him to kiss her, which had somehow caused even more changes- his romantic style had gone from rough to gentle, fast to teasingly slow. When he first noticed this, he quickly chalked it up to the fact that a well-treated woman performed better than an abused one, but he had subconsciously known better. Pansy had put out fine, and he'd never been gentle with her. Another change had been in the way he viewed her- his thoughts of her had morphed from property to companion. He sighed to himself- maybe his father was right. Maybe he was going soft.

Another difference in his relationship with Ginny as opposed to other girls was that they had done no more than that- they had done no more than cuddle and kiss. She had even shared his bed countless times, and he had only ever held her, whispered in her ear. It's not that he didn't want her- he did in the worst way- but he didn't really mind that she wasn't ready. That was, Draco speculated, probably one of the biggest changes she had caused in him.

She caused him to remember things that he'd forgotten, as well. When he kissed her and tasted cinnamon on her lips, he remembered the candy his grandmother had spoiled him with when he was very small. When she smiled, he remembered his mother before his father had ruined her- for the most part kind, very loving towards her son, a model daughter. When she kissed him, he remembered the comforting touch of silken sheets as, when he was barely more than a tot, one of his parents had tucked him in and told him not to be scared.

Gazing at this woman that had been the catalyst of so much in his inner personality, he had to smile. She would never change how he was on the outside around most people- he almost thought she'd be disappointed if he started being nice to Potter, or if he started being overly Gryffindorish. She'd told him many times that she found the Slytherin in him rather attractive, so he didn't worry about it in the least. She accepted that he would never laugh out loud kindly in public, never do more than smirk at one of the Twins' jokes- it was just him. That acceptance was one of the things he loved about her. He slipped an arm around her waist carefully, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. He rarely confessed his love for her while she was awake, though he had a couple of times. That was too much for him. There were many things that could change about Draco Malfoy, but that was not one of them.

"I love you, Ginevra Weasley." To his surprise and mild horror, she opened her eyes and grinned.

"I love you too, Draco." She smirked when he blanched, and that caused him to wonder something else entirely- How much had he changed her?