Title: Kissing The Dragon
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Rating: PG-13 (implied past situation, future situations)
Author: Faerie Girl
Email: wildflowerfaehotmail.com
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Time setting: Summer 1999
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. JKR does, bless her little writer's heart.
Summary: Draco and Ginny have problems in their relationship. Breaking up is hard to do. Or is it?
Author's Note: This story will be updated in between my other stories that I am writing. My muse is very fickle (named Freckles if you wanna know) so there is no telling the time frame that this story will be finished. This idea came out of nowhere and the title came to me in the shower.

He bared his teeth at her, trying to look like a smile; it failed quite horribly. "Really Ginevra. I never promised you a fairy tale with love, a castle and that world of sunshine and happiness that you Gryffindors hold on to so well." He had never called her Ginny, not even in bed.

"But Draco -" Ginny's lower lip trembled despite her desperate attempt to stop it. She hated being weak, rarely was. For some reason, Draco could bring her to her knees more quickly than anything or anyone else.

"Ginevra. Get a grip. We were never going to last. We had a terrific moment. You were a great fling for the summer but never anything major, like the love of my life. I don't even believe in such a frivolous emotion. You know that." He waved his hand in her general direction as if dismissing her already.

"You miserable -" Ginny was ready to explode.

"What?" He drawled at her.

"-horrid prat!" She finished for his benefit.

"Oh, is that all?" He looked at her scornfully.

"No, but I don't think I should hex you just yet." Ginny tilted her head to look at him. "I'll leave that luxury for my brothers. You know, all six of them." He paled slightly at that reminder. "I'm sure Ron would love too."

"Ah, but Ginevra then you would have admit you had been seeing me... sleeping with me." He smiled menacingly.

"True." She thought for a moment. "Although my pride being wounded would be a fair price for the ending result of your torment.

"Now, Ginevra, you know kissing a dragon will only get you burned." He smiled smugly in her general direction.

"And kissing a weasel will only get you bitten." She replied hotly. No one could get under her skin like he could.

"Very good Weasel. Too bad you didn't finish the rest of the sentence. And that would be the fact a burnt weasel can bite no one." Dismissing her sputterings, he walked away from her, away from all they had shared over the summer months. Of their secret. Or so he thought. He had another secret coming his way.

Their little tryst had left a little dragon all their own. At least a little dragon on the way. What would he do then, she thought to herself. Indeed, what would he do when he found out?