So I realize that the last chapter was like SUPER cheesy, and I appreciate you all for not like, shooting me in the face. I'll try to work on the awful cheese factor from now on.

Thank you dearly for your reviews; thank you for waiting so long on me as well. It's all greatly appreciated.

And without further ado, here's the story.


"I'm not hungry guys…I don't need to eat right now," Ginny whispered, turning away from the wide wooden doors that blocked them from the Great Hall.

Draco sighed, pulling her backwards, "Gin-bug, would you rather get it over with now, or have to deal with in every single one of our classes when a House who hasn't seen us yet is there?"

Blaise kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, "Draco's right, Gin," he smiled brightly at her, pulling open one of the giant doors, "You'll be okay."

Draco's arm was underneath her cloak, around her waist, his callused hand coming up underneath her dark green cami to caress the inside of her waist.

Ginny sighed as the pair started gently leading her into the hall and towards the Slytherin table. Biting on her lip; she tried not to focus on how the entire student body seemed to be staring at the three of them.

And they were staring. The trio made quite an unusual spectacle. While underneath Ginny's shabby robes, she wore old, torn, and weathered jeans and a dark green cami, both the Slytherins' were decked out in silk collared shirts, creased trousers, and dragon-hide boots underneath their costly cloaks. It was odd how well the three coordinated, as unintentional as it was for them.

Staring at the golden plate in front of her, chalk full of the food Draco and Blaise both piled onto her plate, claiming that she was too skinny for her own good. She had both her legs looped around her boy's legs, so they all had complete access to their hands. Shoving some food around on her fork, she tried to ignore the glares she was getting from the Slytherins behind Draco and Blaise's back.

Ginny had been through rumors, and she'd been through stares after her first year, but she always had her entire house on her side. Now; she was all alone with only two Slytherins who she'd only known for about two days. The weirdest thing about the whole situation is that she couldn't resist loving them, nor could she resist trusting them completely. The only thing that worried her was that they didn't have the same feelings back.

"Ginny, eat," Draco demanded, nudging her in the side.

Ginny's big green eyes looked sheepishly up at him, a blush on her face, "I did, Drake. I'm just not that hungry." she lied quietly, averting her vision from his intense gaze.

Draco wrapped his arm around her shoulder, leaning in to whisper in her ear so only she could hear, "Little one, don't lie to me," he pleaded, "Just have a piece of toast. For me? You need to eat something."

Sighing, she plucked the slice of toasted bread from her plate, biting into it delicately. When she finished her tiny meal, Draco smiled down at her, then kissed her once on the forehead, and once on the cheek, "Thank you, love. I'd hate for you to get weak during the day."

Ginny blushed, smiling up at him. Without thinking, she placed both her hands on his cheeks, and kissed him firmly on the lips. What she didn't expect, though, was for Draco to wrap one of his arms around her back while the other buried itself into her deep red tresses. Loosing herself in the kiss, Ginny completely forgot about being in the Great Hall, or anything else for that matter.

Especially her steaming brother, who was glaring furiously from across the hall.


Classes were awful. Dumbledore had decided that because she was with two seventh years, and that she already excelled in a few of her classes, that it would be best if Ginny just bumped up a year. The only good thing Ginny could find about being in seventh year classes was that she got to leave Hogwarts a year early.

Ginny also had to follow the Slytherin schedule, because it would be pointless for her to follow the Seventh Year Gryffindors. That meant Herbology and History of Magic with the Ravenclaws, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination with the Hufflepuffs and unfortunately for her, she had almost all of her classes including; Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Advanced Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms, with the Gryffindors.

Which meant she got to spend almost all of her time with her glaring brother, who couldn't resist taken every chance he got to put Ginny down. None of the other Gryffindors had a problem with hissing mean names at her under their breath either. The other houses were too scared of her 'boys' as she had begun to think of them as to do anything, but Gryffindors were far from intimidated.


"Whore," Thomas Dean coughed as he walked up to the front of the room to turn in his work. Ginny just sighed, bringing her arms around herself and looking down to the ground in shame. By the third class of the day, she had gotten used to it.

Blaise and Draco, on the other hand, were becoming more and more furious. During Defense Against The Dark Arts, it took all the power Blaise had to keep Draco holding onto Ginny and not out Avada Kedavra-ing every Gryffindor in the room.

Draco was becoming ridiculous with rage, and Ginny's silent and stoic behavior was doing nothing to keep him calm. If anything, her ignorance of the situation was making him even more furious, because she shouldn't even have to deal with ignoring it. Every bone in his body was just screaming for him to go decapitate the entire Gryffindor clan; but every time he even attempted moving away, Blaise was holding tight onto his arm, making sure he didn't move.

During Double Potions, Snape had given each student the task of making their own Versatum

Potion. It was a very specific process, where you had to insert exact ingredients at the exact second they were needed, or the entire potion would be worthless. Ginny had once again wrapped her legs around the boys so they could all work with both of their hands, and was working very diligently, trying to keep up with the rest of the class. She knew Snape wouldn't offer her any help or any free breaks because of her moving up a year, so she was working her face off trying to keep to the assignment.

After an hour and a half had passed by, Ginny was finally ready to insert the final ingredient. Staring at the clock in the front of the room, she reached for the pre-measured Bat's Breath quickly. She never saw Padma Patil walk up behind her until it was too late.

"Can I borrow you're knife?!" Padma asked loudly, shoving her shoulder into Ginny's as she 'reached' across their table for the knife.

Ginny yelped as her arm was jostled, throwing Bat's Breath everywhere. Without even glancing at the clock, Ginny knew that her Potion was ruined. Slumping back into her chair with a defeated sigh, she threw her arms on the table and buried her head in the crook of her elbow, sobs over taking her.

Draco growled slightly, cradling his arms over hers and burying his face into her hair, whispering gently into her ear. "You don't need people like that, Ginny. You deserve me. I'll always treat you right." he whispered softly, gently rubbing her back.

Blaise, on the other hand, had his wand raised at Padma Patil's throat, his blue eyes dark with fury, "You leave her alone," he snarled. The Indian gulped, her brown eyes wide with terror.

Just as he was about to scream out a particularly nasty curse, Snape placed a hand on his shoulder, "That is quite enough, Mister Zambini," he murmured.

Blaise glared at him, sitting back in his seat, and started rubbing Ginny's back gently, leaving Gin and Drake to their moment as he continued to watch Snape.

"As for you, Miss Patil, fifty points from Gryffindor, and I expect to see you here for detention every night this month," he snapped, then turned to Blaise, "Tell Miss Weasley that her Versatum is not needed. I was keeping an eye on her, to make sure she didn't explode anything, and she had quite a handle on the Potion, before a certain student ruined it."

Blaise nodded, a small smirk on his face, then helped gather Ginny's things and lead her out of the dungeon, glaring at every single Gryffindor he passed.


Ginny's head was buried deep in Draco's shoulder, as she inhaled his scent. After two months of living with the boys, she had found that she liked and didn't like them both in different ways.

While Blaise was more understanding and carefree, he wasn't serious enough to keep Ginny happy. On the other hand, Draco was serious all the time, constantly bathing Ginny in testosterone-filled protection and attention, and sometimes smothering her with affection. Ginny mostly wished for the boys to meld together into one entity, so she could have the best of both, but she was more than content with what she had. A best friend with benefits with Blaise, and a masculine boyfriend in Draco, she was always treated like a Princess.

The only rain cloud on her parade, was her brother and the rest of her family. She had received letter after letter from furious Weasley's pestering her on her decisions. Not a single one of them felt any sympathy for her, including her parents. Her mother had sent a steaming Howler, that embarrassed Ginny beyond belief when it exploded in the middle of the Great Hall, ranting on and on about her maidenhood.

Ginny sighed, thinking about the letter she just received from Charlie, her favorite older brother. All the others affected her, but Charlie's broke her heart. While he didn't disown her like Ronald, he was still very disappointed in her and failed to grasp the entire situation.

It had kept her up for hours, rolled in a ball on Draco's lap sobbing, while Blaise gently stroked her back. They were so good to her; they both loved her more than she thought possible. Ginny had never once received this emotion from anyone else, but the intensity of which her boys were giving her, she was surprised she ever lived without it. Or them.

A silver tear made it's way down her cheek and onto Draco's chest. He stirred gently, shifting slightly so he could look down at his angel.

"Sorry for waking you, Drake," she whispered, still trying to make sure the man wrapped around her from behind still got his sleep.

He smiled softly, pulling Ginny up slightly so her head was on the pillow next to him and they were facing each other, their noses only inches apart, "It's alright, little one. I don't mind."

Ginny blushed, leaning in slightly to kiss Draco's lips gently, "You're so good to me," she mumbled after they pulled apart, "I don't deserve you at all."

It was at that moment, in his arms, that she realized that she loved him. More than anything in the world. He was it for her. The thought made her heart sped up and completely stop at the same time. She was going to marry this man. Nothing else mattered to her, not her brothers, or school, or her parents, or good, or evil, or anything. She was Draco's, and she was going to marry him if he let her. Marry him, and do everything he ever asked of her.

"What's on your mind, love?" he asked, staring deep into her eyes. Reaching his hand up, he took a strand of her curling red hair into his hand, curling it around his index finger.

Smiling softly, Ginny also ran her hand through Draco's hair, "Just thinking about how much I love you," she whispered quietly, blushing and looking down, scared of how he'll take her new found revelation.

Grinning, Draco placed his hand under Ginny's chin, nudging it upwards so she was looking into his eyes, "I love you too, little one. I have for a long time now," he whispered, then he leant down and stole another kiss.

"What about Blaise," she asked, almost silently, feeling guilty over not feeling the same way about the boy wrapped up behind her.

Draco smirked, "He's a big boy. He can take it. And anyway, it's not like he doesn't have a clue already. There is something incredible between us and it's impossible not to see. That's probably why your brother is so furious; he realizes that we're supposed to be together and that I will kill him if he tries to stand in our way."

Blushing, Ginny twisted Draco's hair gently in between her fingers, staring into his coal blue eyes, "I'm glad this happened, Drake."

"Me too, Little One, me too," he said back, kissing her softly once more.

The couple alternated between kissing gently and staring deeply into each other's eyes in silence for the better part of an hour, before Draco blurted, "I want you to meet my parents."

Ginny's head snapped up, her eyes wide, "Are you nuts?!" she whispered harshly, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"No, I am not 'nuts'," he retorted, "But you're going to have to meet them eventually."

Ginny shoved her head between Draco's shoulder, sighing, "No I don't…" she murmured.

Rolling his eyes, Draco pulled her up to his level, "Yes, you will. We're going to the Malfoy Manor for Christmas break. I'd rather have them be aware of you before you have to spend weeks with them."

"When?" Ginny asked with a sigh, closing her eyes in exasperation.

Draco grinned, rolling over so he was looming over her, "Tomorrow in Hogsmeade. I'll floo them as soon as Blaise wakes."

"Draco! I can't meet them tomorrow!" she wailed, albeit quietly, shaking her head, "I'll have nothing to wear!"

Draco snorted, rolling his eyes, "I'll buy you something nice before we meet them for lunch, alright?"

Ginny groaned, then nodded sheepishly, "Thank you." she mumbled.

"Anything for you, love." he finished, then he leant down and kissed her soundly on the mouth, further distracting Ginny from the problems she was sure to face tomorrow.


Well uhm; yeah. That basically followed NO plot at all but it got some things that were important in there…

Kinda one of those 'oh wow is she a failure of a writer or what?' kind of things.

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