O.O.S: So, I have been tossing a few ideas back and forth in my head and with my buddy , and I have ended up with one. Although I may have abused Ginny in my last fan fic as an annoying little low life in my last story, I would like to point out that she is indeed one of my favorite characters and I intend on justifying her by writing a story with her as a main character. And in this story, she will be paired with my other favorite, the ever popular and ever hated, Draco Malfoy. Oh yeah, I'm doing a DM/GW. Not very proud of myself, but hey, I think I can justify the pair. So, here goes nothing!

B.I.S: I don't own anything that J.K. Rowling has created. Hum… This seems familiar.

Rating: T for now.

Unexpected

Chapter 1:

The Deal

Draco's P.O.V:

There are quite a few situations I can never believe I get myself into. This was one of those instances.

"Draco Malfoy, would it really hurt for you to be useful for once in your life?"

I snorted at the question, not even turning back to look at her.

"God damn it Malfoy," she grabbed the sleeve of my cloak and pulled me around to face her. Her eyes were squinted in rage as she glared at me with as much hatred as the delicate thing could. This was the usual stare I received by these hazel orbs. We were so close I could have counted all the freckles on her nose. This sudden action though, surprised me. I had never imagined Ginny Weasley to be forceful in anyway and I couldn't say I was displeased by it.

"There you go Weasley, you've finally proven that at least one of you Mudblood lovers has a backbone." I shrugged out of her grip, but did not turn away. I was intrigued by her hot temper and wanted to see her next move.

Wiping out her wand, I found out quickly what she was intending on doing. I glanced at it pointed towards my face quickly, trying to not allow any of my nerves to appear on my expression. I had seen her work, Ginny Weasley could perform quite the charm under certain circumstances.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that Malfoy," she sneered, withdrawing her wand after taking a calming breath of air. "and I'm going to let your reconsider what I asked of you."

"Ha." I scoffed. "Alright, let me consider it… Helping you out to win back the love of Potter?" I nearly spat out his name. "I don't think it's very appealing to me. Sorry."

We were in that of a starring contest now, though Ginny showed no intention of relenting.

"You owe me."

"I owe you nothing." I spat.

"Really now?" she raised her eyebrows and let a smirk upon her soft lips. "Might I remind you all of the grief you and your family has put mine through? Or did you forget that I was nearly killed in my 1st year at Hogwarts? Or perhaps that I no longer have 6 brothers, but 5?"

"That has nothing to do with-…"

"Who let the Death Eaters into the castle in the first place? Like father, like son, right?" she challenged me.

I allowed a small sneer onto my face remembering that day. The day Albus Dumbledore had died… The Dark Lord had sent me on a mission I was not supposed to be successful in, in order to punish my father for his mistake. In my 6th year I had let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts in order to end the life of Dumbledore. I was such a fool. It was hard to believe that 2 years had passed since that event. So much had changed… But then again, not that much.

"You know nothing about my father." I snarled. "And…" I found myself no longer able to look her in the eyes. "That wasn't my decision Weasley."

"So you claim you are different now?" her voice had softened. She felt pity for me? It was sickening to know I had let such a wall down in front of a Weasley of all people.

"It makes no difference what I claim myself as." I admitted. "I am what others claim me to be."

I found myself to be staring at the cobblestone ground of the alley we were standing in. I glanced back at the main road, curious to see if anyone had noticed our position yet, but that was a negative. Ever since the bright and happy Diagon Alley had returned to it's former glory, no one hardly paid attention to anything but their own happy lives. My upper lip twitched in annoyance. Everyone and their perfect lives… They did not know anything of hell or darkness. I was condemned to such a life now and was certain I would always be. Most other wizards and witches did not find purpose in the forgiveness of the followers of the Dark Lord.

"You can change that, M-… Draco." I looked up at her in surprise at the mention of my first name. At first I had been annoyed, but the sincere look in her now bright eyes was almost… Soothing?

"What do you know?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes.

"I know that if Severus Snape could prove himself to be a good person after all this time, then so can you."

Severus… She knew how much I respected him and how much I still did. Even after his death I found him always to be a respectable teacher, possibly even my favorite. Surprisingly that didn't change, even after I discovered he had been on Dumbledore's side the entire time.

"You sure are persistent, aren't you Weasley?"

"One of my finer qualities." she smirked at me, raising an eyebrow. "Am I receiving a yes from you?"

I laughed once more. How ignorant she was…

"No." I turned away once again, but she caught on to my robe once more.

"Malfoy!" Just then, staring into her eyes, I was certain she was going to perform some act upon me to cause physical harm, but unexpectedly, she softened her glare and let go of me. "Look," she began, seeming to be struggling to put the words out. "I have no other choice… P-…Please?" she sneered the word out, trying to keep a straight face.

"Please?" I repeating, not even attempting to hide my amusement.

She was pleading with me.

"Am I really your last resort?"

"If you weren't, I wouldn't be here." she said, gritting her teeth.

"I see… Well, that makes this a little more fun." I smiled at her tauntingly. "What do I get out of the deal then?"

"The pleasure of displeasing my entire family and Harry. Especially Harry…" A smile spread across her lips and the mention of Potter's name. I was surprised to see such a devious mind belonged to the girl. Though of course, a lot of unexpected things were occurring that day.

"Can't say it isn't tempting." I said, beginning to walk around her. "But it's not really enough…"

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously, crossing her arms, watching me with her eyes. "You obviously don't need money."

"Like I would even take money from you Weasley."

She rolled her eyes.

"What do you want Malfoy?" she demanded, her eyes dark with hate once again.

A smile formed on my face as I though over what I could possibly want. Finally, I stopped behind her and put a hand on both of her shoulders. Her form tensed under my grasp as I leaned my mouth down to her ear.

"Something I can hold over Potter forever. Something I know he doesn't have and would drive him crazy if I had it..."

I took in the sent of her hair as I breathed in another breath. It was a flowery smell that caused a warmth in my throat. It was a thirst, a longing, as I discovered what I wanted. I chuckled a little in pleasure at my discovery.

"And that is?" she turned to me, making direct eye contact. She was so close, we were practically nose to nose. It was a strange closeness I had not witnessed with her before, it was almost intimidating. Or at least it would have been had she not bee a Weasley.

"You're virginity of course." I smirked, removing my hands from her shoulders and stepping back from her, in order to prevent an automatic retaliation of physical force on her part. Though, to my surprise, she did not move, nor did she break eye contact with me.

"What makes you think that I still am one?"

I snorted out a laugh.

"I know you better than you think, Ginny." I walked around to face her directly once again. "Sure you had a lot of boyfriends you would sneak off with at school, but you wouldn't do much more than a snog without a ring on your finger…"

Her cheeks reddened in slight embarrassment and anger, but she didn't not loose the strength of her stare.

"And if it is Potter we are after, what would drive him crazier than to know that his little Ginny gave it up to the one person he loathes above all others and wouldn't give it up to him?" I challenged her, crossing my arms in triumph. "That's what you want isn't it? To get back at him for breaking your little heart? Want him to want you again?" I stepped closer to her once again, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her face towards mine. "I wouldn't mind doing it if it meant I would finally beat Potter at one of his little games. Besides, you're slightly attractive, at least it wont be unbearable."

"Ugh. You are intolerable." she attempted to push out of my grasp, but I wrapped my other hand around her waist and pulled her against myself. Starring deep into her eyes, I saw a fire burning within them. A hate so deep it was almost passionate. I felt then a spark of some sort. It surprised me so much, I widened my own eyes in surprise and I let go of her and stepped back.

I released a held in breath and looked at her with narrowed eyes, gaining back my strength and composure. What had just happened I wasn't sure, but I was too determined on getting what I wanted to completely change my attention to such a minuscule event.

"Do we have a deal?'

I offered her my hand to shake it.

Her expression was blank as she looked from my outstretched hand back to my eyes.

"Deal."

Suddenly, I felt her hand in my own, and we shook in an agreement.

Letting go of each other, we had another silent starring contest as I absorbed the event that had occurred. I had expected her to back down… I had not expected her to agree to my frivolous demand. This meant I actually had to go through with it now. It was pleasing… I was going to get what I wanted…

"Well then, dear…" I offered her my arm. "I do believe we have a lunch to attend to, do we not?"

Ginny looked at me and smirked.

"You're really going to do this."

"I don't back out on a deal." I replied.

"Neither do I." Ginny then took my arm in hers. "If we're going to pull this off, you're going to have to agree with whatever I say," she commanded, starring into my eyes. "and you actually have to act like you are a decent person. I know, it might be a bit of a challenge…"

I let a laugh out of my mouth as I rolled my eyes.

"I'm a good liar, I am sure I will think of something to convince your, lovely family that I've turned over a new leaf."

"I don't know who told you your sarcasm was appealing, but whoever it was, they lied." she groaned, pulling me towards the main street of Diagon Alley.

"Oh so it was my dazzling wit that drew you to me then, was it, sweetheart?"

"Shut it Malfoy."

I snorted to myself, as we got closer to the bright sunny day that was illuminating Diagon Alley. There was a possibility that I was actually going to enjoy this.

No, I was certain that I was going to enjoy this.

Suddenly, before we walked into the street, Ginny took her arm out of mine and offered me her hand. I starred at it in disbelief.

"What are you doing?"

"If we're going to fake being a couple snookums, you're going to have to get used to holding my hand."

"Never." I hissed, glaring at her in protest.

"Fine then, looks like I'm going to have to find someone else-…"

I snarled as I reached down and intertwined our fingers.

She let out a triumphant 'ha' before finally leading me into the throng of other wizards and witches wandering down the lively alley.

I let her lead the way down the alley as I watched our combined fingers sway back and forth. I even ignored the stares and whispers we were getting from those who knew us.

I was far too distracted with what I was connected to.

This was so unnatural. So wrong…

But what was wrong about it was that it didn't actually feel wrong. I was actually tolerating holding hands with a Mudblood loving, red-haired, wild-flower smelling, Weasley. I was certain that this unexpected 'alright-ness' I felt was just from the pleasure I was obtaining knowing I was about to perform my greatest act against Harry Potter.

He would never see this coming, and I was more than satisfied with myself for it.

"Ok, we're here." Ginny announced, looking up at the sign hanging above the door of 'The Leaky Cauldron'.

"Yeah, that wasn't obvious at all…" I muttered under my breath.

"I swear Malfoy, one fowl word out of you towards any one of them and I'll curse you from under the table." she snarled, glaring at me from behind her long black eyelashes. Strangely, I almost found them pretty.

"I wouldn't for the life of me. Besides, I've got my eye on the prize, dear." I looked her up and down suggestively, only to get jabbed in the ribs by her elbow.

"Ow you cheeky little-…"

"What was that, Drac-ee? Oh you like my hair today, you're so thoughtful." she said through her teeth while smiling at me with a warning in her eyes.

"You better not call me that." I spat, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Then you better not be an asshole."

"Fine." I sneered. "Let's just get this over with, shall we?" I took my hand from her and draped my arm around her shoulders. Opening the door, I beckoned her to enter.

"Prats first." I cooed.

"Then why aren't you entering?" she smirked at me, before tucking her arm around my waist and pulling me in with her at the same time.

How I had gotten myself into this, I wasn't sure, but I didn't really mind.

This was going to be a challenge, but I was up for it, way up for it.

O.O.S: Well that's it! Please review! More will be explained in the next chapter. :]