Title: Didn't Your Mother Ever Tell You Not To Pick Up Hitchhikers?

Author: On an evil rampage for undecernable reasons. Leave a review at the beep and she will get back to you.

Summary: Ginny is driving around when she picks up a hitch hiker. The hitchhiker is none other than Draco Malfoy, fleeing the clutches of his evil fiancé, Pansy Parkinson (Who takes the phrase 'evil psycho scary bitch' to all new levels)

Disclaimer: I do not own Draco or any of those other characters. I am currently trying to buy Tom Felton's soul. I'll let you know how that goes.

Chapter One

The Brightness of Red heads in regard to pitiful males

Ginny buried her hand in her auburn locks and stared at the road ahead. It had been a long day. She was working as a clerk at the Quibbler, under Luna, who now owned it.

Ginny Weasley had mellowed out considerably since school. She was still impulsive and rowdy, but she could control her temper and impulses to a degree. When she wanted to. Course, it wasn't often she wanted to, especially at work. The Quibbler's main criteria for working there was you had to be a little off you rocker.

Ginny pulled the black elastic band from her hair and shook her head. God the rain was coming down.

Suddenly a figure emerged from the mist, standing by the side of the road. A hitchhiker. One hand was extended, thumb pointing the direction she was going. Ginny deliberated a moment, before impulse broke in and she moved her foot to the brake.

She pulled along side and put down the window. "You're not hiding a hatchet behind that coat are you?"

The man grinned and shook his dusty blonde hair from his teal eyes.

"No knives? Guns?"

Again he grinned and shook his head. "No, miss. Just looking for a ride back into town."

Ginny unlocked the door and put the window back up. "Welcome aboard. I'm headed to Seventh street."

"Great." He pulled on his belt. "Could you swing by number ten East street?"

"On my way." Ginny restarted the car.

The man looked at her inquisitively.

"What?"

"Just wondering. Over twenty cars passed before you stopped."

Ginny shrugged. "Common courtesy."

"Not many people are raised that way."

Again she shrugged. "What cause do you have for a ride on such a night as this?"

He smiled. "Ex girlfriend."

"You dump her?"

"Yup."

"Ah! Are you a bad breaker upper?"

"Nah. More like she is a clingy needy bitch with henchmen."

"Henchmen? Did you say Henchmen?"

"Yup. She has an insanely vast amount of resources."

"And I don't know her? This is shocking."

"Doubt you would. But what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"You mean my car? Well, if you look in that pocket there, you'll see a lovely document entitled Registration. My name would be on it."

He laughed. "God, I haven't laughed like this in nie on forever! But seriously, didn't your mother ever tell you not to pick up hitch hikers?"

Ginny shrugged, wondering why this man seemed so familiar. "It was one of those lessons that never really stuck with me. That and the whole, eat your vegetables bit."

"You mean the speil about them being good for you?"

"Yeah. I fail to see how anything named tofu can be good for you."

"Tofu isn't a plant."

"It isn't? Well it should be considering how many vegetarians swear by it."

He laughed again. Ginny found herself sliding a sidelong glance at him as she followed the winding roads that led to Reading. "You seem familiar."

"I could say the same thing about you. Then again, maybe I was just hit by the bus of love."

Ginny gasped and whipped around to look at him. "Draco Malfoy?"