Full Summary: Ginny is given a detention that Draco is assigned to supervise. When a potion explodes it sends the two to the hospital wing. Ginny wakes and cannot remember anything. Draco is the only person who seems vaguely familiar and she clings to him. Can Draco help her restore her memory before he falls for the girl's charm? What happens when she remembers everything he has done to her over the years?

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This is my second Ginny/Draco story so I hope you all enjoy it. Reviews are appreciated because they help me base future chapters on what my reads are thinking. I hope to post at least one update a week, hopefully more. I have a few other stories going on at the same time so check those out as well. The rating will be teen for now but I may change it to mature later on. Enjoy.

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General Disclaimer

It wasn't her fault. Snape had witnessed the accident and he had to have known it wasn't her fault but for some reason unbeknownst to her, he enjoyed the punishment. Why he felt the need to give her detention on a Friday night was beyond her. Ginny Weasley had been walking back to her seat with the ingredients for her potion when she tripped on her oversized, hand-me-down robes. No explosion followed, no one was injured, the glasses didn't even break open but the greasy haired git had given her detention. She had known well enough to keep her mouth shut but was no by any means impressed.

When classes were over, she sat down across from her brother at the dinner table. He shoveled food into his mouth like he hadn't seen meat in weeks. It was rather disturbing. Harry sat on one side of Ron and Hermione sat on the other. They talked amongst themselves and paid little mind to Ginny which was perfectly fine with her. She ate her food quickly and left before they could ask her about the detention she had landed that night with Snape.

After dinner she made her way down to the dungeons. She knew better then to be late, another detention with Snape was not worth taking her time. When Ginny arrived in the potions room Snape was nowhere to be found but her least favorite Slytherin was there. Draco was stationed at the first row of tables hunched over a boiling cauldron. He paid no attention to her entrance so Ginny ignored his as well. She sat at a table in the back waiting for Snape to arrive and dish out a punishment far greater then that of the crime. After waiting for 20 minutes Ginny decided to ask Malfoy if he knew where Snape was. Instead of approaching hesitantly and tapping him on the shoulder she remained seated and shouted to him.

"Malfoy! Where is Snape?" The blond showed very little surprise at her yell and slowly turned to face her. He scowled at the girl. She rolled her eyes, unfazed by his looks.

"I am running your detention tonight Weaslette. Clean all of the dirty cauldrons without a wand and then organize the ingredients on that shelf. After you are finished leave but don't interrupt me again." He went back to work on whatever it was that had him so attentive. She went to work on the cauldrons but did not put her wand aside. She figured if he was so focused on his own work he wouldn't notice if she cheated on hers. She was halfway through cleaning when a voice halted her action.

"I seem to remember telling you that you were to clean without the use of a wand." Draco flicked his wand and all of the cauldrons became dirty again. He looked at her with his trademark smirk. She wanted to smack the smirk right off of his ignorant face. Her handed fisted around her wand instead. "You'll just have to do it again."

"You little ferret. What do you care if I use my wand? Why don't you turn you ugly face around and continue working on whatever dark potion you have in there and let me finish my detention however I like." She made a turning motion with her hand and waited for him to follow suite.

"You seem to forget that I am head boy and I can deduct points for insulting another student. I think 25 points from Gryffindor ought to be a lesson learned." He leaned back against one of the tables and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you are a pathetic excuse human being? You act so high and mighty when in reality you are a scared little boy that only wants, no needs, the approval of his sadistic father. I hope you end up like him! The two of you can rot in Azkaban for all I care." Her face was red in anger. She knew that she should be used to him being a prick but she always did have trouble controlling her anger.

"Don't you dare compare me to him. I am nothing like him but at least my father provided for me. I would never have tripped over grungy old robes in potions class and landed myself in detention on a Friday night." His cool façade was gone the moments his father was brought into the picture. It was common knowledge that his father was imprisoned for being a follower of the now-deceased Dark Lord. Ginny knew that it was rude to bring up something like that but he made her so angry. The next thing she said she would forever regret.

"At least my mother loves me and didn't kill herself because she couldn't bare look at my ugly ferret face!" He stood like stone glaring at her. If looks could kill, Ginny would not only be dead but he would have brought her back to life just to kill more painfully the second time. He stood there clenching and unclenching his fist. She braced herself for what surely was to come but nothing did. He turned his back and continued working on his potion.

She noticed that his hand shook ever so slightly when he picked up some of the ingredients. Ginny knew that she had gone too far but she was too stubborn to apologize to him now. So she continued cleaning the cauldrons and turned to leave assuming he would want her to leave more then he would want her to finish her tasks. As she opened the door to leave he spoke to her with a cool and intimidating voice.

"You will report here tomorrow night for another detention." She didn't argue further or even acknowledge that she had heard him. Ginny walked out of the door and up to the Gryffindor common room. The trio was seated by the fire when she returned but one look at the redhead and they knew better then to approach her. Ginny stormed up the stairs to the sixth year girl's dormitories. She went directly to her trunk and pulled out a sketchpad and some charcoal pencils.

Ever since she was young, Ginny had taken out her frustration by drawing. Sometimes she would draw whatever it was that was making her angry and sometimes she would draw things completely unrelated. This time she drew exactly what had caused her anger. She started by drawing the potions classroom around him. The tables and Snape's desk were easy to complete since they were just background. She focused on the cauldron next to him for sometime. She perfected the flame beneath and the smoke above the boiling mixture. Then she turned her attention to the white space in the middle of her drawing. She wasn't sure where to begin when drawing Draco. He had always been a difficult subject. She contemplated for sometime how to begin and decided to start with his shoes and clothing. The Slytherin robes were something she had drawn time and time again since they were usually the ones angering her. Ginny drew his aristocratic hands into tight fists. By the time Ginny had gotten done his body she was so exhausted she decided to leave his face for another time.

Ginny slept late into the morning the next day since she had been out late the night before with detention. She looked at her sketch pad but still wasn't ready to finish. Instead she went flying that afternoon while the rest of the school was at Hogsmeade. She had felt like being alone and flying was an excellent place to do so. She had been flying for about an hour just feeling the wind in her hair when she spotted blond hair on the pitch. After some deliberation she flew down to the ground and faced the person whom could make her angry like no other.

"What are you doing here Malfoy? Why aren't you in town with the rest of the students?" She was annoyed that her alone time had been interrupted from the person who made it so she needed alone time.

"I do believe this is neutral land Ginevra. I simply came out hoping to fly in peace." He feigned a look of innocence.

"Cut the bull shit Malfoy and don't call me Ginevra." It was amazing how quickly he could get under her skin.

"You need to learn to watch your mouth… I came here to inform you that your detention will take place in the potion's classroom again and I will be supervising. You best hold your tongue tonight or I won't be so forgiving." His lazy drawl drove her crazy and she quickly mounted her broom before she punched him and landed herself in detention for the rest of the semester. She flew off with the sounds of Draco's chuckle behind her.

She flew in calming circles high in the cool October air. The boy had long disappeared from below her and this helped ease her mood. She couldn't understand why he had focused so much of his taunting on her. It had been like that for the entire beginning of this school year. He seemed to always be near by whenever she clearly wanted to be left alone. She landed gracefully near the team's changing rooms and placed her broom in the closet next to the other school brooms. She would kill to be able to fly a broom like Harry's or Malfoy's but she knew her family could never afford it.

She had lost track of time and wouldn't be able to shower before her detention began. In pained her to not do so because she knew that Draco would make some jest concerning her dress or disheveled appearance. She took her time when walking to the dungeons this since she knew Snape wouldn't be present. She strolled into the classroom five minutes late and was sorely disappointed to come face to face with Snape. Her luck couldn't get any worse.

"Finally decided to make an appearance Miss Weasley? Your gross disrespect for the rules rivals that of your brother. Ten points from Gryffindor and do try to have some decency next time you serve detention for me which I am sure will be soon." With the whip of his billowing black cape he left the classroom.

"Stupid git… He shouldn't have even been here. The jerk just came in hopes to take points off. I swear he gets off on taking points from Gryffindors. Why doesn't he just take that stick out of his ass and then hit himself over the head with it. " She ranted to herself and took the seat she had occupied the night before.

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity Ginevra and I am sure that Snape does not get off on taking point from you Gryffindors. I'd rather not think about it actually. Organize the ingredients that you seemed to have forgotten about last night." He turned back to the same boiling cauldron that he had been working on before. Ginny stood in front of the table containing the ingredients she was assigned to organize. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny watched as Draco stirred the solution meticulously. She wanted very badly to know what he was making and for whatever reason. Eventually her curiosity won out and she asked him what it was.

"What is in the cauldron Malfoy?" He didn't look up at the redhead who had asked the question. Instead he continued in his almost mechanical motion of stirring clockwise then counterclockwise. He would do each for a particular amount of rotations before switching. Every now and again we would add a pinch of this and a speck of that.

"None of your business. I don't think you would be intelligent enough to know what it is anyway." She scowled at him and her temper rose again.

"I don't even know why I tried being civil. You are obviously incapable of it."

"Will you shut up and let me work you stupid little girl." His frustration was at a brink since his potion was nearing its end. He had one final ingredient to add that would make his potion cease its volatile state.

"No good ferret." Ginny grabbed the nearest jar to her and flung it at Draco. It hit him hard on the forehead and fell into the cauldron he was leaned over. Ginny's eyes went wide and she slapped he hand over her mouth.

"You no good, idiotic bint… how dare…" He turned to point at her accusatorily but his attention was taken by the cauldron that was now hissing and rocking on the tabletop. Draco was instantly in the save your own skin mindset. He ducked under a bench top before the mixture exploded. He vaguely remembered Ginny Weasley still standing and taking the brunt of the explosion. He watched her be blown back and her head kit against the stonewall with a sickening crunch. As consciousness began to fade Draco grabbed hold of his wand and sent a signal to his godfather. Then he laid his down on the slim covered floor and gave in to the blackness.

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