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for those of you who have already started readin this story, I'm sorry. I've decide to make some crucial changes in the story, so it might be best to start at the beginning of Ch. 3 (4). My deepest apologies! Enjoy!

Prologue

Entangled limbs moving rhythmically on black silk sheets. Soft candle light glowing all around them. Cries of ecstasy in a night of passion. "Draco…"

The dark haired man watched amusedly as the blonde on the bed slumbered. A small smile evident on his face. Deciding that the "show" was over, Blaise proceeded to get his friend out of bed. "Draco. Draco wake up."

"I'm busy. Come back later." He mumbled.

"You leave me with no choice then Draco. I guess I'll just have to join you." He said loud enough for him to hear.

"Damn it Blaise! Get away from me!"

"Good morning to you too. So Draco, did you sleep well?" he asked nonchalantly.

"If you must know, yes I did."

"Well you wouldn't have had to tell me mate. I could tell just by looking at you had an eventful night."

"What are you on about?" he questioned while sitting up and realizing what Blaise meant by his statement. "Bloody hell! Not again."

"So it was the same dream then?"

"That's the third time this week Blaise!" he yelled, climbing out of bed in nothing but green silk pajama bottoms.

"Have you figured out who your red haired goddess is yet?"

"Blaise if I had figured it out I wouldn't still be having these dreams. She'd be in my bed as we speak."

"Good point. Anyway, your mother sent me up to wake you. You'd better hurry, we're leaving for King's cross in an hour."

The only reply he received from the blonde were mutterings under his breath. Little did the blonde know that his goddess was dreaming of him as well.

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"Ginny…Ginny. Get up Ginny, we leave for Hogwarts soon." A voice called.

' Where is that voice coming from?' Thought Ginny.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley! Get up or so help me God…"

"Hermione?" She asked in a low voice. Her eyes still closed from sleep.

"Who else would it be? Now get yourself out of bed!"

"Maybe later. I'm having the best dream. Why don't you go find Ron and pull him into a closet. Lord knows you do it enough without anyone's permission." She mumbled.

Blushing, Hermione answered, "Fine, then while I'm gone, I'll just send Harry to wake you up then."

"I don't want to talk to that prat ever again!" she yelled indignantly while sitting up. "Damn it!" she cried out as she realized what had happened.

"Now that you're awake, you wouldn't mind going down stairs now would you?" She said with an innocent smile on her face. The annoyed look on Ginevra's face was enough to answer her question. "Thank you."

'What in the bloody hell just happened? How could I fall for something so stupid? I'll get her for this. Tricking me by using that…that…I don't even know what to call him!' Angrily, she stormed into the next room to bathe.

"How'd it go Hermione? From the sound of things, it didn't go as we planned." Asked Ron.

"Well, in all honesty it didn't go well, but she's up." she replied.

"What did you say to get her so worked up?" Harry asked entering the conversation.

"All I had to do was mention your name and she shot right up screaming." She said a little spitefully.

He winced at her comment, and was about to reply, when Ron spoke up. "Is she still mad about that. I thought that they she was over this. Didn't you make up with her?"

At that moment, Ginny came down the stairs. "So sorry to disappoint you brother dearest, but I don't cope well with liars, let alone those who cheat on me." Her voice filled with disdain for the boy standing before her.

"Come on Gin, you can't prove that I did those things, and you know that I wouldn't."

"Please Harry, save it for someone who believes you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to put my trunks in the car."

"You're not leaving this house dressed like that!" her brother exclaimed eyeing her ensemble.

"Here we go again. What exactly do you find wrong with my outfit?" she asked him while looking down. She was wearing dark blue jeans that rode low on her waist and fit like a second skin. Along with a short black tank top, her dark crimson curls hanging over her shoulders.

"What's wrong with it? Are you blind! I don't even know how you can breathe. You look like you're about to burst out of your clothes!"

"Well, then I guess that would be my problem Ronald." With that, she took off out the door.

"That went well." Harry said sarcastically.

"Maybe it would have gone better if you two weren't such wankers!" shouted Hermione before storming off after Ginny.

"What did I do? I thought she was just mad at you." Ron said absentmindedly.

"Thanks for the support Ron."

"What? Ginny I can handle, when she hasn't blown her top, but I'd rather not have my girlfriend mad at me too."

"Whatever."

"Gin, wait up." Called Hermione.

"Anything else to add to my brothers comments Hermione. Because as of five minutes ago not only am I a liar, but apparently I dress like a whore!"

"I didn't come here to argue with you Ginny. I came to tell you that I'm with you on this one. I mean Harry is my best friend, and it feels wrong for me to go against him, but I know you wouldn't lie about something like this."

"Thanks Hermione. Its good to know that I'm not alone, but just so you know I won't be sitting with you guys on the train. I'd rather not have to deal with those idiots."

"I understand. I'll try to keep the guys off your back."

"Thanks Mione." She said with a hug. "You better let go before Ron thinks I've corrupted you." And with that, she climbed into the car.

"What was that all about Mione?" asked her boyfriend as he walked towards the car.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with Ronald. You'd better put your trunks in the back so we can leave. And for your own safety, I would suggest that the two of you stay away from Ginny." She said warningly before climbing in after Ginny. Obligingly, the boys soon followed, and the ride to the train station passed in silence.

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The golden trio took their usual compartment on the train. Still they sat in silence. Hermione too angry to speak, and the boys too afraid, for fear of her scolding. However, their silence ended as Neville, Luna, and Colin walked in.

"Hey Guys. Where's Gin?" asked Colin.

"She ran off somewhere." answered Harry grumpily.

"What?"

"I think what Harry means to say is that Ginny left to have some privacy. Isn't that right Harry." Said Hermione.

"What did you do to her now?" said Colin accusingly.

"I didn't do anything. I don't know what she's so mad about." He replied.

"One would think that you know exactly why she's mad at you. I knew you were a bit slow, but I didn't think that you were an imbecile! Excuse me everyone, I think I could use a little privacy myself right now." He said as he stormed out of the compartment. Leaving all eyes on Harry.

"What!" he cried out indignantly. "What are you all looking at."

"Well, from the looks of things Potter, I'd say they aren't looking at anything." Called a voice by the door. There stood Draco Malfoy in all his glory. Smugly leaning against the door.

"I don't think that anyone here asked for your opinion Malfoy." Retorted Harry.

"Then you shouldn't have asked." He said coolly looking at his fingernails.

Then, just as Harry was about to say something, Hermione decided to but in. "Why are you here Malfoy?"

"Just came to tell you that McGonagall wants to see us." And he strode off towards the front cabins.

"I'll see you guys at Hogwarts." She said before following Malfoy.

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'Finally I can sit in peace and quiet. No overprotective brothers, no obnoxious EX-boyfriends, and no one around to sit there and pity me for the previous two.' Suddenlythe cabin shook, and her bags had fallen out of the overhead compartment. "Just great." was all she said before getting up to throw her bag back on the shelf.

At that precise moment, none other than Draco Malfoy opened the compartment door, only to find a most amusing site. 'Well, who might this be.' He thought amusingly. 'Perhaps she just transferred…' His thoughts trailed off, before a voice distracted him.

"Do you think you could take your eyes off my arse long enough to help me out Malfoy?"

"I don't know Weasley, I was kind of enjoying the view. Besides if I helped you, that would require physical contact and these are my good robes." He replied smirking.

"Do get over yourself Malfoy. Besides, if you help me I might consider giving you a reward."

"Well, in that case…" he said before grabbing her bag, and placing it neatly in on the shelf above. Then he turned to face her. "Now, about this 'reward'. Exactly what type of reward did you have in mind?" he asked suggestively.

"So sorry to disappoint you Malfoy, but not that kind. I'm not some common slag like Parkinson. Besides, I said that I might consider giving you something in return." She stated before taking her seat once again, pretending to be interested in her nails.

'The nerve of that little chit. Who does she think she's talking to? Hmm, this could be interesting.' "I must admit Weasley, I underestimated you."

"How so?" she asked.

"Well for one I didn't think you had the guts to try and cross me. Two, I admire that you keep your wits about you, but I'm not sure you know what you're getting into."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that when you strike an accord, make sure you can back it up. I don't think you fully comprehend what you have gotten yourself into."

"Is that supposed to be a threat Malfoy?" She said standing up.

"Of course not. I don't make threats, only promises." His six-foot frame towering over her mere 5' 5" she looked into his eyes defiantly.

"You don't scare me Malfoy."

"Although you should be right now, I'm not trying to scare you." He said a matter of factly.

"Then what are you trying to do then?"

"I'm merely trying to convince you to fulfill your end of our bargain."

"Fine!" she cried exasperatedly. Then asked hesitantly, "What do you want?"

Giving her a knowing smirk he simply stated, "Just a kiss."

She looked a little relieved and slightly confused. "So all I have to do is kiss and you'll go away?"

"That's it, and then I'm gone."

"Well, I guess I have no other choice then. If I don't do it you'll stay here and probably try to make jokes about my family; when I can do this one little thing and ride the train in silence. I think I'll take the latter." She said as she took a step towards him.

As he began to close the space between them, Ginny began to have second thoughts about her decision. He watched, as she became interested in her hands, knowing that she would be having repercussions. After all he was widely know for his many "talents." One doesn't get the title of Slytherin Sex God for nothing. Then, doing something he had never done before, he slowly lifted her chin with his hand, her soft brown eyes meeting his deep mercury orbs; and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. As he pulled away he put his mouth right next to her ear, his husky breath sending shivers up her spine. "It was a pleasure doing business with you Ginevra. I hope to do it again…soon."

With that he turned a walked out of the cabin, leaving behind an extremely confused Ginevra Weasley. This was going to be a very interesting year.

A/N: So, what's the verdict? Was it cool, bad, ok. review por favor!