Written By: Summer Carlisle

Disclaimer: Although I doubt these disclaimers make any difference, it can't hurt. I own only the new plot ideas seen here, not the characters or place names or anything else.

Setting: Ginny's sixth year, Draco's Seventh. Not HBP/DH compatible

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: Language/violence/sexual situations

Note: This story is a bit old, I will be updating it at some point.

Chapter One

"You," Ginny Weasley said incredulously to her sworn enemy, Draco Malfoy. "Cannot be serious."

"Oh and you think I would make this up? Listen to me, Weaselette, I do not want this anymore than you do," he replied through gritted teeth.

"Well, how do you know this is true?" she inquired; sitting on a desk in the vacated classroom he had pulled her into.

"Because my mother told me, and it was in your parents' will," he answered, sitting on the desk adjacent to her. She looked away from him at the mention of her parents. Arthur and Molly Weasley had both been killed in the final battle against Voldemort. They had been assisting Harry Potter, along with the Order of the Phoenix when they got hit simultaneously with the forbidden killing curse, avada kedavra.

"My parents would not want me to marry a filthy git like you, Malfoy," she spat, still turned away from him.

"Well, it says it in their will, and they had already planned it with my mother," he remarked. Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had also been killed in the battle, so he was not mentioned (although this was also partly because Draco was not particularly fond of him).

"This is ridiculous, why would they want us to get married? Our parents hate each other, we hate each other, what's the point?" she questioned in outrage.

"Do I have to spell it out for you Weasley?" he retorted. "W-E A-R-E B-O-T-H-"

"Just say it in words," she demanded.

"It is because we are both pure-bloods. The line is dying and so they are forcing us to make it continue further," he explained slowly, as if not sure that she would understand what he was saying if he spoke quickly.

"My parents didn't care about blood," she argued.

"No, but mine did. Even if my father hated your muggle-loving parents, he still convinced them to make this arrangement. I do not know how he did, but we can't change it. It's in both their wills and my mother supports it," he informed her.

"I am not marrying you, Ferret," she said decidedly, standing up. "I don't care what you or your mother or those wills say." She then went out into the corridor, leaving him alone.

She couldn't believe what she was just told, but she knew it to be true. Oh, how much she hated being the only girl in her family at that moment. She went to the great hall for dinner, which was where she was headed when the git had sidetracked her, and sat down at her usual spot.

"Something wrong, Ginny?" Hermione Granger, Ginny's best friend, asked from her seat across the table.

"No, I'm fine," Ginny replied.

"You sure?" her brother, Ron, questioned. "You look a bit pale."

"I'm fine," she said stiffly as she violently flung some mashed potatoes at her plate. Ron exchanged apprehensive glances with his best mate, Harry Potter and then dropped the subject. Ginny quickly finished eating and left the hall without a word. She then went out onto the grounds and sat on a large boulder next to the lake.

Soon enough, Harry showed up and sat down next to her.

"So, honestly Gin, what's wrong?" he asked her, concern shining in his emerald green eyes.

"Nothing," she answered simply.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to," he informed her, looking down into her eyes. She nodded and looked up at him. He reached out suddenly and placed his hand on her cheek. He pulled it back just as quickly as he had put it there, however. She looked down at his hand that now lay on the stone between them. Before she could understand what was happening, he had entwined his fingers with hers and leaned in toward her. Their faces were but an inch apart.

"Harry!" Ron's voice called from a little way's away. Harry sighed and stood up.

"Yes?" he asked him. While Harry talked to Ron, Ginny zoned out. What would have happened had Ron not shown up? She would never know now. And what about Malfoy? If she was basically engaged to him, she shouldn't be out with Harry and all that. But of course, why did that matter? It's Malfoy. Ginny was shaken out of her reverie by Harry's voice.

"Ginny? Gin, come on, we need to go back to the castle." She got up reluctantly and let him and her brother guide her back up to the Gyrffindor common room. She went up to her dorm after saying goodnight to the boys. Ginny lay in her bed, fully awake and fully dressed for hours that night. Malfoy and Harry were the only things she could think of. Malfoy because she was completely and totally opposed to marrying him, obviously. And Harry because, well she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just from having him give her all that attention, and how It was no wonder, how she fell asleep at three A.M., and still could not escape these new issues in her dreams.