Chapter One

"Drakkie-kins! Drakie, where are you?" Pansy giggled from around the corner. Draco cringed and willed himself to disappear. Pansy giggled again and ran down the corridor, still as big and idiot as ever. Draco slipped through a side passage and silently made his way to the Great Hall where he could get lost in the crowd.

It was then, as he was walking through the halls, hiding from Pansy again, when he heard it; the most beautiful music floating around the grounds. So beautiful, in fact, that even Draco Malfoy stopped mid-step, and ear cocked to the sky, and suddenly couldn't remember where he was going or why. The only thought in his head was that he had to discover what glorious creature could make such a sound. He followed it through the school and up onto the Astronomy Tower. There, leaning against the railing nonchalantly, was a girl. She had her back to him, her brilliant red hair dancing in the breeze, and he started forward with a strange longing to see her face. Her voice was crystalline, purer than that of the magnificent phoenix. He quickened his pace, strode to her, spun her around, and closed the space between them. His lips crushed against hers and he put his hand against her middle back and pressed her against him. Never in his sixteen years of life had he ever felt a kiss this passionate. It was sweet, but violent. Familiar and mysterious. It was magical. And all too soon, it was over. She pushed him away, her green eyes wide and almost frightened. She took a shaky breath and took a step backwards. It took him a minute to realize that he knew the girl who was standing in front of him.

"Wha-Malfoy?!?" Ginny Weasley said incredulously. She stared at him with shock and confusion, touching her lips. Then, before he could say anything, she turned and ran from the Tower.

What the hell did I just do?!? Draco mentally screamed at himself. And more importantly...why the hell did I like it so much???

He counted to twenty before taking off to find her.

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"Wha-Malfoy?!?" Ginny said incredulously, touching her still tingling lips. She couldn't believe that he, a pure-blooded Malfoy, had just kissed her, a blood-traitor. And a Weasley, no less! And more importantly, why did she wish he would hunt her down and do it again? She raced to an empty corridor and started pacing, dreading the headache she was bound to get. Ron always did warn her about her stress level. Well, this was definitely bound to get her worked up. Speaking of her irritating older brother, as she tried to relax her pulse, Harry, Ron, and Hermione saw her and made their way over. Ron looked ticked off. It was obvious that he and Hermione had been fighting again.

"Hey, Ginny," Hermione sighed as she slid to the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Hey guys…"Ginny mumbled, lost in thought. For some reason, she couldn't focus on anything but Malfoy. The ghost of his lips pressed against hers made her shiver with delight.

"So, Ginny, there's a trip to Hogsmeade coming up this weekend…you got any plans yet?" Ginny looked up to see that it was just her and Harry, all alone. Harry leaned against the wall, trying to look nonchalant.

"Um…not really. I was actually just going to hang out with Luna or something." Why does he want to know? She thought to herself. Harry had been acting rather odd lately. Less brotherly. More like the other guys at the school. It was really irritating. Harry had always been there for her when she had no one else to go to. He had saved her life countless times and he was practically family. Why did he suddenly have to get all awkward? Although, it made sense that people expected them to go out. He was familiar territory. He was safe and cozy. But maybe I don't WANT safe and cozy? What if I want risky and mysterious? She inwardly groaned at the direction her thoughts had taken as a certain white-blonde Slytherin popped into her head.

"So…what do you think?" Harry looked a bit uncertain at her silence. She realized that while she had been ranting to herself, he had been asking her something.

"Er, about what, exactly?" He flushed and looked down at the floor for a moment. Then he looked Ginny straight in the eye and stepped closer to her.

"This." Before she could say or do anything, he had one hand on her waist and one cupping her face. He gently pressed his lips to hers. After a moment or two, he pulled away.

"Why does this keep happening to me?!?" Ginny murmured.

"Er…what?" Harry seemed taken aback.

"First Malfoy in the Tower, now you in the corridor…what's next, Neville in the common room?!? Is there a sign on my back that's begging people to come up and kiss me???" She groaned, frustrated, and started pacing again.

"Malfoy did what?!? Where is that bloody ferret, I'm going to kill him! That lying, cheating, pratting mummy's boy! I'm surprised you didn't use your brilliant bat-bogey hex on him right then and there!" Harry started to storm away, but Ginny finally realized what was happening.

"Harry, no! You can't do that. You don't need to get in trouble again! And Malfoy isn't worth it; he's just a stupid git who needed excitement for a moment," She pulled on his arm, trying to keep him there. But she wasn't scared that Harry would get in trouble. Oddly enough, she was afraid that Malfoy would get hurt.

"Ginny, you can't just expect me to sit by and let the git get away with taking advantage of you like that!" Harry fumed as he spun to face her. "Ginny, I refuse to let you sit by and take this. And you know Ron will hex him into next month when he finds out!" Ginny suddenly pictured Malfoy lying, unconscious, in a hospital bed because of her brother. She was about to protest, horrified, that Ron couldn't find out, when Harry suddenly became extremely somber, staring into her eyes earnestly, his face mere inches from hers.

"Ginny, I refuse to let this go." He stated decisively.

"Harry…" she trailed off, pleading with her eyes. He sighed and cupped her face in his hands.

"Ginny, you really have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?" He murmured.

Oh great, I thought to myself, now he's declaring his undying love for me. Damn, this day just keeps getting better.

"Harry, don't do this. I'm not in the mood right now. Malfoy kissed me. So what? It's no big deal. It didn't mean anything!" She was about to continue when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Unless it did." Harry stiffened up and turned around slowly, dropping his hands but putting a protective arm around her shoulders.

"Malfoy."

"Potter." The two of them greeted each other coldly, but Malfoy had a smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked a few steps closer and stopped, looking supremely arrogant.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Malfoy laughed smugly.

"Kinda,"

"No!" Ginny and Harry spoke at the same time, Harry growling and Ginny feeling oddly guilty at having been found with him.

"Well, well, Potter. Looks like your little girlfriend's got different ideas than you do," then, addressing Ginny, he cooed at her in a slimy, creepy voice. "Love, is The Creepy One bothering you?"

"Not as much as you are, Death Creeper." Harry replied coolly. Malfoy moved directly in front of her, reached out, and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Weaselette, don't bother with this boy. He's not worth your time. After all, Slytherins are loyal and respectable. Gryffindors are merely…brave little gits." Ginny decided it was time to step in as Harry gasped, rather girlishly.

"Shove off, Mal-ferret." She put as much venom as she could into it, but it wasn't nearly as effective as she had hoped. He simply smiled widely and gave her a confident, slightly sexy look.

"Darling, you're self-confidence is astounding. But, my dear, I did have a question for you. Incidentally, I believe you have already had another offer, but I figured I should take my chances and ask anyway." Harry tensed up, his arm tightening around Ginny's shoulder, and she suddenly felt like she was going to be sick.

He is NOT going to do this. No way.

"Well, I assume you are aware of the upcoming trip to Hogsmeade."

This isn't happening. This is SO NOT HAPPENING. This isn't happening, this is NOT happening.

"And I overheard that you don't have any plans…"

Not happening! Not happening not happening not happening!

"So I was wondering…"

NOTHAPPENINGNOTHAPPENINGTHISISNOTHAPPENINGTOME!!!!

"If you would like to go with…me." He cocked his head, flashing a conceited smile.

NO! NONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!

Ginny grabbed Harry's arm and held him back as he lunged for Malfoy, who stood there and laughed. Harry was jerking and yanking his arm away from her, he pulled out his wand and, to her immense pleasure, Malfoy stopped laughing and gave him a cool glare.

"Harry, put your wand away. Now. And Malfoy! You are such a git!!!" Ginny glared at the two of them, furious that they were acting so childish. Harry lowered his wand and Malfoy turned to her.

"Ginny, in case you decide to take me up on my offer…" before continuing, he moved extremely close to her, tilting her chin up so she was looking directly into his silver eyes fringed with golden lashes. "You know where to find me," he whispered into her ear. He then leaned down and planted a firm, slightly desperate kiss on her plump lips and walked away.

Harry was visibly shaking. Ginny slowly took his hand and led him to the common room, hoping that Ron and Hermione could calm him down.

As she walked away, she couldn't help but flush. Draco Malfoy had just called her Ginny.

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Draco peered around the corner, watching Potter and Weaselette walking away hand in hand. He scowled, wanting to kick himself. He had to go and torture Potter. He had practically thrown Ginny at him. Since when do I think of her as Ginny anyway?!? He groaned and headed towards his common room. As soon as he entered, Pansy ran up and jumped on him.

"Drakkie-poo! Where have you been? I was looking for you!" she giggled her irritating laugh and led him to a sofa in front of the fire.

"Pansy..." he began, not really sure what to say. "I'm not really feeling well. I think I'll just...go to my room," Pansy wimpered in a most unattractive fashion and Draco left in a hurry. He had just lied down and stated drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep when the door slammed open, then shut, and his roommate, Blaise, stormed it.

"Bloody Gryffindors got me detention!!!" he ranted. Draco groaned and sat up.

"Zabini, was there something specific you wanted, or did you simply want to tic me off to the point of hexing you silent?" he glared. Blaise stopped stomping around, looked at Draco, and started laughing.

"Wow. What happened to you? Sorry, mate, but you look aweful!"

"Yeah, I know. You can blame Potter and his little...girlfriend." Draco spit the last word, putting all the venom he felt at Potter into it.

"Uh-oh. What is it this time?" Draco was about to explain everything that had happened when he realized something. If he did that, he would have to admit that, even for one second, he had...felt something for Weaslette. And that was unnacceptable. So instead he flopped back down on the bed and groaned, closing his eyes. Thankfully, Blaise was in a mood of his own and didn't press it. After awhile, Draco got up and slipped out unnoticed, intent on walking until his feet went numb.

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"Ginny, whether you like it or not, I'm going to get him back. I will not stand by and let you suffer because he's a bloody little ferret with no manners!" Harry was still fuming as they reached the Fat Lady portrait. After giving the password, Ginny pulled him inside, her fingers still laced with his.

"Oy! What's going on over there?" Ron called, his face livid. His eyes were glued to their hands. Ginny sat Harry on the couch next to him, before seating herself on the floor in front of them. Hermione, sitting in an armchair next to them, looked up from her books and raised her eyebrows. Ginny's hand was still in Harry's, and she was afraid if she pulled away he would go Malfoy hunting.

"Harry, would you like to explain why you keep muttering 'gonna kill the bloody bastard' under your breath, or should I ask Ginny?" Hermione had gone back to reading Muggle History Throughout the Ages but she still managed to be worried for Harry.

"Malfoy. Kissed. Ginny." He growled, gripping my hand even tighter.

"WHAT?!? WHY, THAT BLOODY BASTARD! HE'S GONNA PAY FOR TOUCHING MY LITTLE SISTER!!! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!!!" Ron roared, causing some first years to squeak and scurry away from them. Ginny waited until he had stopped screaming before defending herself.

"It's not that big a deal," she murmured quietly.

"Excuse me? Did my little sister, Ginevra Weasley, friend to Harry fucking Potter and the girl known school-wide to have the best Bat-Bogey hex in all of England just say that KISSING a MALFOY isn't a big deal?!?" Ron was pacing rapidly, tearing random parchment into shreds and throwing them into the fire.

"Really. It wasn't that bad," she started, more to herself than the others, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. Hermione had dropped her book on the ground. Harry was digging his nails into her palm. Ron's face was turning a very dark shade of purple, looking like he was going to explode. However, when he finally managed to speak, his voice was low, threatening, and growling.

"Not. That. Bad? So, you're saying you…enjoyed kissing him?" His glare made her want to disappear.

"Well, I mean…I didn't…want him to kiss me but…it wasn't…unenjoyable, exactly. I mean…he kissed me. So what? Its over and he's never going to do it again," she finished, sinking onto the couch and cowering into Harry's shoulder. Harry put an arm around her and stroked her hair, pulling her closer. He looked off, deep in thouht.

"That's not all, though." Harry finally spoke up. "He also asked her to go to Hogsmeade with her." The other two gaped at her.

"Well, you conveniently left that out!" Ron glared at her. "Of course, you're not allowed to go anyways, so even if you had wanted to, you couldn't." He said it like it was a decided thing.

"Uh-oh," Hermione muttered into her book.

"I'm not ALLOWED? Who died and made you mum?" She cried.

"Hey! I happen to be your older brother! I know what's best for you!" Ron fumed. Ginny jumped up, away from Harry, and smacked her brother across the face.

"YOU are not the boss of me. YOU don't decide who I do or do not date! I am a responsible, smart young lady who can decide for myself who I date!" She shrieked at him. At this point, the common room had fallen silent and they were all staring at the bickering siblings. Ginny picked up her bag and stormed out of the common room.

"And where are YOU going?!?" Ron roared as she walked away. Suddenly she got an idea. As she exited the common room, she shot back a reply over her shoulder:

"To ask Malfoy what time we are meeting to go to Hogsmeade!" With that, she slammed the portrait shut, leaving behind a visibly steaming Ron, shocked Hermione, and heart-broken Harry.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoy it! It's my first Fanfic, so bear with me! Review please!!!