A/N: I really enjoy writing Ginny's POV. :) Hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. That is all.

I was dressing very carefully, trying to look my best, as I stared into the bronze framed, long mirror in the dormitory.

I was wearing a creamy white organdy gown, old fashioned but beautiful. It had soft, frilly little sleeves that fluttered right on the edge of my shoulder, always looking as though it would just slide off, but staying on my arm tantalizingly. The neck was cut low, and wide; the skirt had many, narrow pleats that spread in an authentic pattern around my feet. I did my hair simply, pulling the thick titian tresses into a chignon at the back of my head, held in place by an old hair comb I'd dug out, a pretty thing set with bright opals. Finally, I put a thin layer of kohl outlining my light amber eyes.

"Hmmm," I said appreciatively. "You look great, Gin."

I smiled confidently at my image in the mirror, and then walked out of the common room.

Just as I hopped out of the portrait hole (with my gown giving me a bit of a hard time), I noticed Colin, my date for the evening, waiting expectantly just a few feet from it.

"Hey, Col," I greeted him.

His eyes widened as he saw me, and his mouth actually popped open. I suppressed a giggle -Well, that proved that I looked pretty tonight.

"H-Hi, Ginny," he spluttered finally. "Wow, you look...wow- just great!"

"Thanks," I said, grinning. "You look nice, too."

He was wearing deep gray robes that seemed a shade close to his eyes, and...well, he had his usual boyish charm. Forget the fact that he was almost a foot shorter than me.

Colin and I were just going to this ball as friends, not anything else, so don't get me wrong -I don't have a taste for tiny boys. Others had asked me, but I wasn't in the mood for them.

Okay I'll be honest -so Harry had asked me first, and I'd said no, thinking that I had hung around after him for nearly five years, and so he'd have to try a bit harder to get me now. But when Roger Davies, Terry Boot and Dean Thomas had asked me as well, seeing as all three were extremely good-looking guys, I didn't want to hurt Harry's feelings by going with them. I know, I'm such a wuss.

So I clutched Colin's arm -and after he'd tried to trip me, and I'd stamped his foot to dirty it's perfect shoe-shine gloss- we followed the bustling crowds towards the Great Hall, where we were having the Hogwarts Annual Christmas Ball -it happened every year, obviously, on Christmas Eve.

As we entered the golden archways, I gasped. It was so beautiful.

Glimmering ice sculptures and decorated Christmas trees lined every wall, with twittering little fairies around the room. The ceiling, in its usual sky-charm, was deep blue and spattered with stars. Mistletoe hung from everywhere, even the starry ceiling. Actual flakes of fluffy snow fell from the sky, and now covered the floors; miraculously, though, it wasn't slippery. All the magic of magic, of course. There were even little snow men guarding each tall window and archway. It was like some sort of fairy tale winter scenery in here. But there was something distinctly quaint, about it, that I just loved.

"Awesome..." Colin crowed. "What a bummer, I forgot my camera!"

I snorted loudly, but said nothing. I'd just noticed Harry, with Parvati's arm perched smugly on his.

He wore deep, rich green dress robes that reflected his eyes so well, and his hair, longer these days than it used to be, was as wonderfully messy as I loved it to be.

But I'd gotten over him a year ago, so I didn't go crazy. You see, I was at what you might call the 'healing' stage, so I was able to control myself and possibly notice other males, instead of my previous obsessed condition.

"Hey, Harry," I said, nodding to him as we reached them. "Parvati."

Parvati smiled tightly at me, and then looked away(I had been on bad terms with her ever since I had thrown a crystal ball at Trelawney last year–which is a different story that I will tell later).

Harry blushed bright pink, cleared his throat, and said, "Hi."

I smiled a slow smile at him, and then sauntered off with Colin to the long wooden benches lined up at a corner. We sat there and prepared to wait for the Heads of Houses and Dumbledore to arrive so the Ball could officially begin.

I chattered inconsequentially with Colin for a while, and then we sat in companionable silence. Occasionally he would demand my attention with a comment like, "Look at that Parkinson girl! She looks like a tropical butterfly or something in that scrap!" -and on these instances I would readily agree, and supply another comment.

Soon the Slytherins began to walk in: Millicent Bulstrode with Gregory Goyle -both looking like toads, I might add- Evelyn Thornhorn with Crabbe; she looking constipated and he like a gorilla, I noted; Blaise Zabini with a girl whose name I didn't know -Zabini looked pretty cute, I had to admit; and...and...

Draco Malfoy and Cho Chang -both looking just drop-dead gorgeous, without a doubt.

I knew I'd notice Malfoy. He's...what? Prince of Slytherin. Yeah. Right. Pfft.

But he's beautiful.

And he's an asshole.

Anyway, Malfoy was wearing these deep, midnight blue robes, with edges sewn with golden silk threads that just screamed 'thousands of galleons', and, with his pale skin, looked simply stunning. His silvery blond hair, now cut shorter so that it just about reached the collar of his robes, was slicked back on both sides, tapering at the nape of his neck.

The hairstyle -what was it called? "Duck's ass". I snorted derisively.

I didn't look at Cho, she had been my worst enemy just a year ago for reasons I don't have to explain, so I merely and determinedly looked away from the staggering couple, focusing on Luna, who was trying to have a conversation with a snowman, it seemed.

I leaned back on my bench, looking at no one in particular, and made up my mind to enjoy the evening.

X

I sat contentedly, feeling good after all the mead I'd drunk, watching Ron and Hermione dance while Harry watched from his bench. He seemed tense about something -But I didn't worry about that for long.

It had been a fun evening. I'd had many dances -firstly a brief, amusing one with Colin -and then, after he'd asked little Amora Stevens in the 3rd year, I'd got around on my own, thankfully. Harry had asked me, and I suppose we had fun -he was a fair dancer -although very awkward, and blushing like a beet the whole time, for some reason. Then there were a few brief ones with other classmates.

As the music changed, it got more fun. At one of the favorite swing numbers I'd consented to dance once with Michael Corner, a disappointed ex, and the whole crowd moved away to give us the floor as we gracefully danced the 'jitterbug'. There was wild applause at the end, with Harry looking like he might clap his hands raw, I noticed.

And then, of course, was the flawless dinner, wiped off with a scrumplicious Christmas cake.

Most people had filtered out by now, since it was nearly midnight -I guess the couples wanted to spend the time doing something, erm, special.

There weren't many people left now -just Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a few Slytherins with their dates. My friend Anne had gone out a few minutes ago -I suspected she and Seamus were one of the couples that desired time alone.

Finally Ron pulled Hermione off the floor, laughing as they collapsed back on the bench next to Harry.

"Well, it's late," Ron said finally. "Hermione and I are going... Coming, Gin?" He grinned at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Alright," I answered, wondering vaguely why he didn't ask Harry. Said Harry, meanwhile, sat tersely in place, looking somewhat nervous.

I got up, and made to follow Ron out the archway.

"Ginny..." Harry said softly. "Wait..."

I turned to him, startled. He looked up at me, his expression sort of pleading.

"What is it, Harry?"

Hermione shot a glance at me, giggled, and said, "Come, Ron, let's go..." Ron snorted, and then they walked away, laughing and pulling at each other.

"What is it?" I repeated to Harry, who was now looking steadily at his feet.

Just then, I noticed the Slytherins leaving -Blaise staggering out, laughing drunkenly and pulling his girl along; Evelyn and Millicent seemed to have abandoned their dates, because Crabbe and Goyle walked out alone.

Draco Malfoy walked urbanely toward the archway, which was just about a few feet from Harry and me. Cho wasn't with him -no doubt Malfoy had demonstrated his asshole-ish ways, and she'd realized her mistake and left him. That was good for him, too, because Cho Chang was a bitch, and she'd have made his life miserable, really, like she'd tried to make Harry's–

At that moment, Malfoy turned his head back slightly, and–and–he looked at me. His silver eyes widened a little bit, and his full lips twisted into an amused smirk.

Malfoy was looking at me, and smirking at me, and boy, was he gorgeous. My heart thumped loudly, and there was a violent roller-coaster in my stomach -not like the swooping sensation provoked by Harry that I used to experience, this was something... pleasanter. My cheeks turned hot, and I couldn't look away.

All this happened in a moment, of course, and as I realized what I was doing, I turned stiffly away from the load of them and waited for the quiet Harry to make his intention clear. My gaze steadily avoided the archway; some Slytherins were making me paranoid.

After all was quiet around us I said again, "Harry... what's up? Is anything wrong?" my voice was soft.

Harry looked at me as though he was trying to decide something. His face was flushed, and his eyes somehow eager. Then he got up, and took a step toward me.

"Ginny... I wanted to, er, talk to you."

"What about?"

His hand rose to rumple his hair, and he smiled faintly as he took a few more slow steps toward me. He was now about three feet away.

A little tingle went down my spine.

"I think... I think, uh, maybe we..." He paused, taking another tentative step toward me. Then he suddenly glanced at the tall grandfather clock at the corner. His eyes widened, and he smiled softly. "Merry Christmas, Gin."

The hands of the clock were both at the large XII.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." I smiled.

He moved again, now just a foot from me, so I could smell his musky, woodsy scent. "Maybe, Gin, we should hang out, or something... In Hogsmeade, maybe, or anywhere, and..." He paused, his expression suddenly more intense. " I want to spend time with you..."

My heart drummed uncomfortably in my chest as I processed his words and the soft expression on his face -an expression I had fantasized about endlessly a few months ago.

Now it didn't really melt me.

He reached out, taking a strand of my hair, and examining it in the light. He moved closer, and I could feel his body against mine.

"Because, Ginny..." He murmured. His breath tickled my cheek. His eyes moved to my mouth. "I like you," he whispered against my lips.

"Oh Harry..." I murmured. I didn't think of anything else but the fact that this was the boy I'd been crazy about since I was eleven -and he was going to kiss me. I glanced up at the little clumps of leaves on the ceiling. "Mistletoe..."

Harry held my face in both is hands, and I could see his bright green eyes gleaming. "I hope there aren't Nargles in it this time."

I giggled breathlessly.

Slowly, me brought his face closer, until his lips were half an inch from mine.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large clump of something cold and white hit Harry's head, and spattered a bit on to me.

"What the–" Harry leaped a foot back, his head covered in snow. I stared at him, too surprised to speak.

I noticed the deep laughter from the side, and though I recognized the voice, I turned my head in that direction with a death glare in my face.

Draco Malfoy stood there, doubling over in unmistakable mirth. "Gods..." he gasped, looking up, his eyes watering in laughter. "The look on Pothead's face!"

I looked desperately at Harry, hoping that he, as a man, would kill Malfoy for me -at least that way I wouldn't have to look at him, fighting fascination and hatred at the same time.

But I didn't think Harry could talk, let alone kill someone. His face was even redder than my hair, and -sopping wet- he was a sorry sight.

Malfoy straightened up, still grinning. "That's my contribution to your young love..." he said in a soft voice. Then he sniggered again, and brushed off the snow from his hands. "Learn from my good aim."

"Shut up, Malfoy," I said in a hard voice. "Stuff something into that large mouth of yours, if it isn't possible for you to just snapit shut, right now." Even mad as I was, I couldn't help looking at the beautiful boy, roaring with laughter at the destruction of the best kiss scene between me and the Boy Who Lived, who -it appeared now- would turn into the Boy Who Lived and Died of Embarrassment.

Malfoy controlled another spasm of mirth and looked at me, his face expressionless, but his stormy gray eyes absolutely glittering with amusement.

"Concerning my mouth," he drawled, "there are many other things I'm capable of doing, as well." He smirked. "I'll show you,after Pothead's gone."

Now I will describe the scene to you: there was me and Harry, standing apart from each other, Harry's face beet red, his hair dripping with water running down his face, his glasses spattered with snow -and Mafloy standing almost three feet from me, in fits of laughter. And me, with tears running brewing in my widened eyes, and my face feeling very hot.

"Don't talk to Ginny like that," Harry said finally in a feeble attempt to sound fierce. "Ginny, let's go."

"What, Potter, scared I'll grab your redhead Weaselette?" Malfoy smirked, his hand on his hip, and cocked a flawless eyebrow.

"Malfoy, shut it. Harry, just go before I'm so disgusted with you and everyone else that I just combust. You, ferret, I'm going to kill you." I burst out finally, almost spat.

Harry's eyes widened in suprise and hurt at my outburst. He backed away feebly. "I'm...I'm sorry, Gin."

"Aww...." Malfoy drawled, snorting.

I ignored him.

Harry backed out the archway tentatively. "Malfoy, don't you dare hurt her."

Malfoy covered his mouth in mock horror. "Oh, my, Scarhead, I'm so scared. Don't worry, I'll just give her roses and strawberry cake."

"Sod off..." Harry muttered. "Gin... Sorry... I'll, um, see you later."

I ignored that, too, and stared at Malfoy so hard it was as though I thought I could scorch him with my glare. Harry turned, and quickly ran back through the hallway.

I waited until the sound of his footsteps died, still glaring viciously at Malfoy, who was smirking unconcernedly at me.

"What is your problem, huh?" I spat at him.

"Well, I saw that there was some lovey-dovey stuff going on between you and Potter, and I thought you deserved an audience." He laughed, then pretended to look thoughtful. "I'm sorry I forgot to clap."

"Grrrr..." I growled, beyond words now. The tears spattered from my eyes, whose tear ducts were connected to my embarrassment and temper.

Malfoy still had that smirk on his face, and he slowly strutted toward me. He took a look at my face, and did a double take.

"Oh, shit." He looked away from me abruptly, his eyebrows drawing together. "Oh, shit."

"What?"

He looked back at me warily, and a little bit...apologetically, his stormy eyes anxious. "I, er...didn't mean to hurt you, Weasley," he said, flushing delicately. "Don't cry..."

"I. Am. Not. Crying. You. Jerk," I said through my teeth, more tears gushing down my face.

A little smirk flashed across his face momentarily, but his expression remained concerned.

"Look, I didn't mean to...make you cry. I just wanted to show you Potter stinks, okay?" He walked slowly toward me, and patted my shoulder awkwardly. I cringed away from his hand. "I'm...er, sorry."

My eyes widened in astonishment, my anger briefly evaporating. Malfoy apologizing? The teardrops that were brewing in my eyes spattered out of the brim as I shook my head mutely in surprise.

"Look, what can I do?" he said, his silver eyes desperate. "What can I do to stop you crying?"

I just stared at him, just a foot from me, his hand still outstretched. His stormy, steel gray eyes concerned, his flawless eyebrows in an anxious frown. His pale face flushed, his full, dark lips...

"Okay," he said suddenly, the smirk flashing across his face again, his expression suddenly calculating. He took a slow, gracefulstep towards me, the smirk still on his beautiful face. "I have an idea... I'll show you."

He put out his hands, and held my face between them suddenly. I didn't move, because I had the feeling he'd got the same idea I had.

A grin flashed across my face, as I decided on the ultimate punishment for a Malfoy.

He touched my lips with his fingertips, and before I could act on my decision, he did it himself. He pressed his lips against mine.

For a second, he didn't move, his lips stationary on mine. Then, surprisingly, he jolted to action, and his lips crushed against mine enthusiastically. His mouth was very warm, and incredibly soft. I forgot that I was kissing despicable Draco Malfoy, and kissed him back.

For a few short moment, his lips and mine, each holding our own places, moved with each other eagerly.

I realized that I enjoyed kissing Draco Malfoy. I responded with equal enthusiasm. I left his face, and ran my hands up his smooth, hard chest. A light shudder rippled through him, and he crushed me closer to himself.

I could feel every line of his lean body against mine.

A few moments later, I recognized something very warm, wet and exciting -his tongue. I eagerly gave it entry.

The kiss was very thrilling, and eager, and fierce.

My tongue traced across his lips lightly, marveling at their soft smoothness. A low moan sounded from the back of his throat -a sound of contentment.

I really enjoyed kissing Draco Malfoy.

FInally, he pulled away, his eyes bright with excitement and his mouth parted. "Wow..." he murmured.

"You know, Malfoy, I can't believe we did that," I said conversationally. "A Malfoy under the mistletoe, kissing a Weasley. Sounds..."

My head fell back as his lips traced my collar bone, and went up my neck. "Sounds like the Malfoy has good taste. And the Weasley is sensible."

I brought my mouth to his again. This kiss was sweeter, chaste. His hand traced down my face, to my neck. He swiftly went to the back of my neck, and pulled out the comb in my hair.

My tresses came tumbling down my back. "I love your hair," he murmured against my lips. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."

I pulled away briefly to look at Malfoy. His eyes were shining, and there was that small smirk on his face again. "What?"

"Oh, Weaslelette, I've been crushing on you for a long time." His lips moved over my mouth and cheeks, and be nibbled at my ear. I shivered, and giggled. "Really? I'm flattered."

"You should be." He smirked. "Thank Merlin you realized Mr. Shitpot isn't worth it." His hand caressed my hair, while the other was outlining my lips, which trembled under his touch.

"One of these days I'll teach you more about The Art of Name-Calling, Draco," I said, giggling as I snuggled to his hard chest.

His put his arm around me. "That's tomorrow, Ginny. Today we kiss."

I stood on my toes, and reached for his face. "Tomorrrow sounds good," I whispered against his mouth, before I captured his lips with mine again.

A/N: Yeah, it is me again. ;p Please tell me what you think – I mean, REVIEW!

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