-1Author's Note: I do not claim to be J.K Rowling, and therefore must deny any connections to the Harry Potter Universe. Everything within these chapters is completely fictitious, and of my own imagination. Thank you JK for creating such magical characters. Without further notice, please read, review, and enjoy.

Give Me Something To Believe In

Draco Malfoy was lying on his bed. His mother had just left the Malfoy Manor for the week and left him with the house to himself. His father, Lucius Malfoy, had been murdered by Lord Voldemort in the war. Draco didn't care, to be honest. He'd been abused mercilessly by his father, and the death of him was one of the best things that had happened in a long time.

Just then, there was a knock on the window. Ginny Weasley was standing there, wearing a Gryffindor scarf, and a sweater that had obviously been made by her mother. He unlocked the glass window and pushed it open so she had enough room to get in.

"Well, well, well, Weasley. What brings you here?" he spat at her playfully.

Ginny Weasley, who was too busy getting in the window on her own glared up at him.

"Why thank you for helping me in, Malfoy. And you know very well why I'm here, so don't pretend you don't."

She was too flustered to pick up his sarcasm, and walked over to the large chair with a green and silver Slytherin emblem embroidered on it. He face was red from the wind whipping at it, and her hands were numb from the cold. Draco, who was giving her a curious look as she just walked over to his chair and sat down.

"You know, usually I don't let Gryffindors, such as yourself, into my room. You should feel honored."

Draco wasn't really in the mood to torment the girl any longer. She looked like she was in a bad mood already. He stood up and walked over to the chair, and sat down with her. The chair was just large enough for the two of them.

"Fine then, what did you really need to talk to me about? I mean.. couldn't it have waited until the school year? I have the week to myself here and was going to invite some people over.. It better be important."

The red head looked over to the blonde Slytherin Prince that was now sitting alongside her. Leaning her head over, she let the side of her head fall lightly against his shoulder.

They'd been seeing each other for a few months now, but hadn't told anyone. Ginny hadn't even told Hermione about the inter-house relationship. Neither of them felt it was anyone else's business to give their input on the two's relationship. So what if one was a Gryffindor, and the other was a Slytherin. They're out of school, and houses shouldn't matter. They were both pure bloods, and that was all that should count. His mother would support him, and with his father dead, things couldn't be easier. The Weasley family would love him being with Ginny, due to his significant wealth.

"We need to decide what we're going to do about us. We can't keep this a secret much longer. Especially when the Homecoming Ball takes place at Hogwarts. I want you to come with me as my date. I can't just bring some Gryffindor to act as my boyfriend. I want you to be there."

"And I want to be there too. But this is hard for me. What would the other Slytherins think? It's one thing for a Gryffindor to like a Slytherin. But a Slytherin to be in love with a Gryffindor? IT isn't an every-day thing."

"So is it that you're ashamed to be seen with me? That's it then?"

Draco felt a pain in his chest when he heard those words come out of her lips. It was those lips that he'd been so attached to, and he was being hurt by the very words from them.

"Don't you ever think that, Ginny. You know I love you more than anything."

He kissed her softly, his arm wrapping around her waist, and pulling her closer to him. His other arm was used to keep his weight off of her as he lie on top of her. His hips were pressed lightly into hers, and their lips met for a second, and third time in a peaceful silence. He moved his head sideways and kissed her neck, biting it playfully. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it was hard enough for her to feel, and to make her want him to leave his mark.

Ginny, who was incredibly tired, tried to get Draco off of him. As much as she loved him, she wasn't ready for something like this. Not right now anyway. She kissed him, and pushed him off of her.

"Not now Draco.. Please."

Draco didn't need to be told twice. He didn't want to upset her, and ruin his chanced with her later on. He picked her up softly, and carried her over to his bed. He walked back to his chair, and conjured himself a blanket. He curled up and was asleep in minutes. Before long, the entire Malfoy Manor was sleeping silently.