Happy New Year, She-Weasel

A low sigh startled Draco nearly all the way out of his shoes. He looked around the astronomy tower before waving his wand forward. "Hello?" he asked, ready to stun anyone that came out at him. "Who's here?"

A glittery figure stepped toward him and put a hand on his wrist. "Put that away before you hurt yourself."

It was a female voice. One that sounded relatively familiar... He lifted an arm gently enough that her hand was undisturbed and saw the bright red hair attached to a very pale face.

"She-Weasel? What are you doing out after curfew?"

She smiled and moved her hand. "Going to give me detention are you? Well if you do, at least give me the chance to ring in the new year, eh?"

He looked at his watch. "It's 11:54. I guess I can wait a few more minutes before I send you to your room."

She turned around, waving the soft scent of roses in his direction. "You can join me if you like."

His eyes widened as she slid out the window, sitting on the slim ledge several hundred feet up. He took a step forward and leaned forward. "I think I'll stay in here, if it's all the same to you."

She smiled and turned to look at him. "Oh you big ass baby."

He raised an eyebrow. "I'd rather live in here than die out there."

She stood up, balancing on one foot. "If I can do this, I'm pretty sure you ca-"

A loud gasp came from both of them. She tipped a little too far to the side and couldn't get her footing. Draco jumped forward and caught her by the hand.

"Give me your other hand."

She squeaked, her chin smacking off the ledge.

"Come on Weasley, give me your other hand!"

She wobbled, trying to reach forward. "I'm going to fall."

"Ginny, please. Give me your hand."

She nodded, swinging her hand up and catching on to his shoulder. He pulled her up, swinging an arm around her waist. He pulled forward, tugging her back inside the tower.

Ginny landed on top of him and wrapped her arms around him, holding on as tightly as she could manage. "I'm never going out there again...Never, never, never..."

He sat up, pulling her legs around so she was curled into his lap. "See, maybe now you'll listen to me."

She leaned up, wiping her nose. "Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

She pulled up his wrist, bringing his watch to his eyes. "Happy new year."

Before he could comprehend, she leaned in and touched their lips together for the briefest of moments.

"Happy New Year, She-Weasel."