A/N: I own only Meliah. My life sucks. I WISH I owned Harry Potter and all those wonderful characters, and be rich and famous. But that's okay, because one day you will see my name all over the world because my paintings will be displayed in all kinds of famous art galleries and yeah. I WILL BE RICH AND FAMOUS THEN!! COMPETE WITH THAT JKROWLING! Okay, so what. I am dreaming. This is a really pointless D/G fluffy-fic thing. You decide if it is interesting or not. REVIEW IT YOU FOOLS! No I am not okay.

"Really, Ginny, I don't think it's a good idea," Meliah whined.

"Oh come on, Meliah! You are no fun!" Ginny said as she packed the snowball so it wouldn't fall apart in mid-air.

"Okay, but I have no say in this, do what you want."

Ginny just grinned evilly and aimed for the cute guy walking innocently through the park. She had good vision and could see no ring on his left hand. This usually meant he wasn't married. Ginny discovered that this was an interesting way to meet men, at her age it wasn't appropriate, but who cares? No one ever expects to be hit in the back of the head by some strange 24 year-old girl. Geez.

"Remember last-time when the guy turned out to be some escaped convict?" Meliah kindly reminded Ginny.

"Just bad luck, remember the time before? That guy was alright."

"Well until you dumped him and he sent you death-threats."

"That stopped after he got my third howler in two hours."

"Yeah, and the guy before when you threw a snowball at him in July?"

"Now that was funny, but this guy is cuter, plus I seem to think he is different. Now shut up before he get s out of range!" With that Ginny threw the snowball with perfect aim and hit the twenty-five-year-old-innocent-guy in the back of the head. Only when he turned around did they discover who it was.

"Holy shit! Meliah, do you know who that is?" Ginny snapped around, bright red with embarrassment.

"Yes, I told you it wasn't a good idea! He's heading for us. RUN!" Meliah yelled as the young man gained on them. Meliah split off and up a tree quickly, but the man wasn't after her. He knew it was that obnoxious Weasley that threw the snowball at him. She had played pranks on him since sixth year. His sixth year note. His only question was why after seven years?

Ginny never looked back and never realized just how close the young man was to her. But she was tired and stopped. If he wanted to kill her, go ahead. But see, he was too close and he only saw that she stopped when it was too late.

POOF!!

Two bodies hit the ice-cold, snow-covered ground.

"You idiot! Malfoy, what the Hell are you doing?" Ginny cried, for had landed on top of her.

"What in God's name are you doing? Throwing a snowball at me for no reason at all!" Malfoy yelled back.

"Well, I had a reason…"

He got up, "Oh yeah and what was it?"

"Well, I didn't know it was you…."

"Yeah, sure." He offered his hand. "Help up?"

She took it although awfully confused and half expected him to push her down again and laugh. But he didn't instead he apologized. Now she was lost.

"Hey, sorry about knocking you over, I didn't see you stop right away. Forgive me? Or am I still extremely hated?"

He has changed she thought to herself. "Well I suppose I can forgive you, and I should apologize myself. But I still hate you."

"So kind, where's Meliah?"

"In a tree, hiding from you."

He laughed, Ginny thought she had gone mad. Malfoy, being nice? Laughing? Is he ill?

"Doesn't surprise me," he answered.

"Yeah, well," he was really scaring her now, she didn't know what to do. "I best be getting home. I work tonight."

"Ooh, night shift. That sucks."

Ginny laughed, although she didn't even know why she did. "Yeah it does. Well see you some other time."

"Good-bye Ginny."

Ginny? He called you by your first name. OMG. That's not right…Ginny, be afraid……

"Er, bye, Draco?" she replied, obviously completely lost on why he actually spoke of her first name. Is change in absolute evil possible?

No one noticed the little smile play across Draco's lips as she turned and returned home with Meliah. He watched her back until she disappeared behind the trees.

Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked thoughtfully the whole way home, unable to get that stupid grin off his face.

Well, didja like it? I hope. I will not another chapter unless I get at least ten reviews from TEN DIFFERENT PEOPLE! Is that understood? TEN, it is not a large number, it will be the most reviews I have for any of my stories… **sob** no one likes my work. ONLY MY TRUE FRIENDS REVIEW! RIGHT FAITH???? Okay, ignore the fact I haven't read many of hers….

~*~Liz