A/N- As it is labeled, this IS a Draco/Ginny. Just a very goofy awkward one… if you, er, couldn't tell by the title…

Chapter Two: My hands on you.

"Oh come on!" Draco whined.

"You're a loony!" Ginny exclaimed with exasperation.

"If-"

Ginny grabbed his hand and angrily led him to an open area. She knew what he was going to say. He was going to threaten to spill the beans about her non-existent infatuation with her brother. The bloody git didn't know anything!

He clutched her right hand his left hand and put his right hand on her lower back. Ginny warily placed her free hand on his shoulder and shifted uncomfortably as he beamed at her.

In absolute silence Draco began to lead her around in a waltz. "One-two-three, one-two-three," his lips moved though no sound came out. She stumbled about as he dragged her to and fro, not seeming to notice.

After a while he started to hum a waltz, slightly off-key. As he pushed her away from him in a twirl, instead of grabbing his hand to be pulled back in, she promptly fell over.

Draco looked down at the witch who was sucking in air like a vacuum. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Draco looked offended.

"Can't-" gasp "breath!" Ginny responded, hacking and coughing as she rolled around the floor.

Draco looked skeptical and watched her silently.

A good twenty minutes later, Ginny was breathing normally again. She got up and glared at Draco, crossing her arms over her chest angrily.

"What was that all about?" he demanded, still looking offended.

"I was out of breath!" she shrieked defensively. "I'm out of shape! So sue me!"

"Sue you?" Draco looked even more offended.

Ginny began to gather up her things again. Without warning she came over to him and grabbed his ear, twisting it harshly. "You have the cloak, don't you?"

Draco giggled and sank to the floor. "No… how could I?"

"I can't find it anywhere!" she shook his head violently. He looked so damn pleased that she let go and started to search for the cloak again.

Draco got to his feet and started to sprint out of the library. Ginny immediately started after him, screaming, "GET BACK HERE YOU BLOODY GIT! OH WAIT TIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU…!" At that he stopped and she ran full speed into his back, knocking them both over.

Ginny crawled over to him and pinned him to the ground. Oddly enough, it didn't take much effort. She put all her weight on his chest so he began to gasp for air. This was a trick she often used on her brothers. His legs flailed helplessly.

She leaned down real close to his face. "Tell me," she began dangerously, "where the cloak is."

He looked away from her. "Why should I?" he wheezed. "This is hardly torture."

Ginny realized he was looking pleased again and she grabbed his face with both hands, digging her nails into his soft flesh as hard as she could, making him look at her. "The cloak Malfoy."

She thought she was having the upper hand until he pulled her to him in a tight embrace rather easily. "I like you," she heard him whisper. Her head was pressed against his chest now but her hands were still grabbing his face. She relaxed her hold a bit…

"No, don't stop," Draco rasped.

Something was very wrong with this boy.

Ginny took her hands off his face and she heard him sigh. "I have to go Malfoy."

Draco let her go wordlessly, though she sensed he was upset. Ginny got up off him and dug her heel into his neck. "Please give me the cloak."

His eyes fluttered shut in what she would hope was pain. She could hear him breathing hard. Feeling slightly disturbed, she decided to just leave. So she did.

Draco lay there on the floor a while after she'd left. He had to admit it to himself- he was in love.