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A/N: This is my first Harry/Ginny fic. So please be nice. I was thinking of using another couple for this plot, but I don't think it'd work out as well...I'll stop talking before I bored you enough to make you leave...R & R!

Tame me, I dare you

"Tame me, I dare you."

"Sure."

He froze.

And she stalked out of the room.

This was beyond the boundaries of their games. He liked, no, loved Virginia Weasley. However, what just occurred was way past the borders of their jests.

How on earth did he get himself into this mess?

Voldemort was dead. Killed in his sixth year with the help of Ron and Hermione...and Malfoy. Things were "normal" as one who lived such a eventful life would expect. He dated once or twice in his seventh year, but he focused mainly in his studies. Although he did not make Head Boy, his grades came within the top in his year.

In that year, he started noticing the rich brown eyes and the flamboyant temper under the red hair. He had easily dismissed it as one's attention to a growing sister.

When he, in a year, completed his two years theory lessons with Neville Longbottom, who surprisingly obtained exceptional grades in all his subjects including Potions; he apprenticed under Tonks. Ginny entered the two years course. By that time, he had finished his apprenticeship and had his own office. Ginny had always poped into his office to have lunch and chat.

That was how this ultimately started. Their innocent flirting. Most of them were just teasing or discussion of a current affair. However, some were heated arguments.

Like today's.

He doesn't even remember exactly how the conversation started...or maybe he did He remembered mentioning something about her singe status. She, then, commented on men's inability to satisfy her needs and wants. That was the lead up of the argument and now, twenty minutes later, with two threats and a dare, Ginny Weasley stalked out on Harry Potter.

Normally, their arguments do not last a lunch. They had always found a solution before their lunch hours were over. And they absolutely never, ever, walked out on each other with a dare.

But a Potter never back down from a challenge, right? His dad had never backed down when his mother refused him persistently. So he wasn't going to start.

All he needed was some help.

Actually, make that lots of help.

For Ginny Weasley is not the easiest woman to tame.

xxXxx

Harry did not hesitate when he flooed past different wards into Malfoy's apartment which he shared with another friend, Blaise Zabini.

He would've consulted Ron first, but Ron wasn't the scheming type of person and the situation concerns his sister and Harry was not sure how the tall redhead would react; he also, most certainly, did not fancy broken nose if Ron did not take the news well.

"Malfoy!" Harry shouted, though they had become good friends, they still called each other's last names out of pure habit.

Blaise, who had an odd fascination for muggle technology, was lounging on the sofa in the sitting room, watching T.V. He waved a hello to Harry and pointed to Draco's room.

Harry rushed off nodding his thanks and greeting for his friend. What Harry did not see was the gleam in Blaise's eyes and the smirk on his face when he sprinted towards Draco's door at the far end of the hall.

The sight that greeted him as he opened the door was not one that he wanted to see. Far from what he wanted to see. Not now and not ever again. It was a scarring scene. A good friend making out with a girl considered a sister was...disturbing to put it at the very least.

"Merlin! Sorry!" Harry yelped embarrassedly and immediately sent a glare at Blaise who was now grinning broadly at him as he moved from his spot on the sofa to the hallway.

The couple sprang apart as if burnt. Draco turned his head and glared at him while shielding his partner as she fixed her appearance.

"Don't you know how to knock, Potter?" Draco asked irritated.

The figure behind Draco shifted uncomfortably as she fixed her attire. When she deemed herself presentable, she moved from behind Draco to face Harry.

"Harry, what is it that you came here for?" she asked.

"I need your help desperately! 'Mione, I said the stupidest thing today..."

xxXxx

"You like putting you foot into your mouth, don't you?" Draco Malfoy commented sarcastically. "I thought you've grown out of that habit already!"

"Well, from the looks of things...Apparently not." Hermione smiled.

Harry sitting across them in the couch of the sitting room whined, "'Mione, You're s'posed to be my friend."

"Not when you burst into Draco's room while they were having 'fun' in there." Blaise said jovially from another sofa.

"Thanks a lot, Blaise." Harry grumbled. "You've got my savior against me."

"What, Saint Potter needs a Malfoy to save the day?" Malfoy smirked.

"Shut it, Draco. I'm not a Malfoy..." Hermione said and watched the mock horror rose in Draco's eyes then added, "yet."

Blaise and Harry rolled their eyes as they observed their shameless bickering.

"Oh, cut that lovey-dovey talk for later when no one's watching." Harry grumbled as he grew impatient.

"Wow, Potter here is in a bad mood." Draco commented.

"Now, stop teasing."

"I don't tease!"

The other three occupants of the room raised their eyebrows at him.

"She got you there, mate." Said Blaise.

"Heck, no. No one gets a..."

"Anyways," Hermione said, drawing her attention to Harry. "How do you want us to help?"

"Us?" asked Blaise and Draco who were glaring at each other.

"Yes, of course. You don't expect me to be the only one helping, do you? Harry needs our full attention and help in this situation. Ginny is not the easiest woman in the world. And being a Weasley definitely makes it worse." Hermione said, sending a look at the two, at the moment, rather immature men.

"But...!" Draco said but did not continued as Hermione focused her glare at him.

Hermione turned back to Harry, who was rather shock by the authority Hermione had over the man who was at least a head taller than her, and get a piece of parchment, "Let's see, we should start here...it is as good as any other place. Oh, by the way, did you tell Ron? He would be of great help too."

A/N: First chapter of this fic Please Review, I will really appriciate it because they encourage me a lot.