A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I was reading a book for English class, doomful Lord of the Flies. As always I don't own the Sexy Draco Malfoy, and the purely awesomeness that is Ginny Weasley, sad face. Also, Lucius is still alive, it's the summer before HPs 7th year. Also, just so you know in my imaginary Harry Potter world, HP & GW get together after Dumbly's funeral. RIP Dumbledore. Enjoy.

Chapter 3

Ginny was shocked, but found his lips smooth and soft. She kissed back as he held her head in his hands. Draco controlled the kiss for a while, biting her lips, and tongue. Ginny quickly forced him against a wall. Pushing her tongue in his mouth, she could feel him smile. They pulled apart. "So, that favor," Draco said awkwardly.

"Yeah, what is it now?" Ginny twirled her hair around her finger.

"You have to back me up during an interview with the Prophet." He held her hand in his, and had a twinkle in his eye. Ginny refused. "Come on, it's only a quick 'Oh bold, and noble Draco Malfoy saved so many lives from the wretched Harry Potter who had gone crazy.' Simple as that," Draco ran the back of his hand against Ginny's cheek.

"No, Malfoy," Ginny stepped away, "I can't stand Harry, but I don't want to ruin his reputation." Draco grinned at her compassion.
"Dear Gryffindor," he patted her shoulder, "It's unraveling as we speak. You saw all of the people on the street. Witnesses are the worst people to ask for leads, so, most reporters go to the victims, who can be intimidated very easily." His voice was like velvet in Ginny's ears. "Just like you," Draco's arm snaked around Ginny's narrow waist and pulled her into his arms. As much as she resisted it, Ginny melted. "Ah, see, I told you."

"I couldn't do that, he's my brother's best friend, and like another son to my parents." Ginny tilted her head to Draco's face, "Say I don't back you up. What will happen then?" Draco held Ginny's shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

He then leaned near her ear, so she could feel his warm breath in her ear, "Your family will be severely humiliated." To top it off, he kissed her earlobe, then left a line of kisses down her jaw line, straight to her lips, where he stopped, noticing her quickly reddening cheeks. "You don't hide feelings very well, you know. What do you say, Weasley?" Ginny grinned, and kissed his lips lightly.

"I want something in return," She said slyly.

"What would that be?" Draco's hands fell again to her waist.

"You," Ginny pushed him to the bed, and slid off his jacket. She pushed him on the bed and kissed his lips, hungry for him. Draco started to unbutton his shirt, and explored the depths of her mouth. Once his shirt was off, he attacked the zipper of her dress, while leaving a love bite or two on her neck. Ginny giggled and slid off her black dress. She was glad she wore her lacy black bra and panties. Ginny helped Draco out of his jeans, and kissed his lips. Draco slid off her panties, and was about to take his boxers off when there was a loud knock at the door. They both were alarmed, and quickly went silent. Ginny flew off Draco, and cleared her throat, "Yes? Who may I ask is there?" Ginny looked to Draco who was moving from the bed to the floor, where he could hide under the bed.

"It's your mother and father!" Clearly it was Mr. Weasley who was shouting. Ginny frowned.

"Okay, hold on a sec," Ginny yelled at the door, leaned under the bed and mouthed to Draco, Apparate, he put his jeans back on and did as told, while Ginnypulled her bathrobe on. Once she saw that Draco was gone she opened her door. "Sorry, I was in the shower." She explained to her parents.

"Dear, your hair isn't wet." Mrs. Weasley touched her daughter's hair. "You look very warm, are you feeling well?"

"I was just really hot, that's why I was going to take a shower." Ginny watched as her father examined the room.

"Whose shirt is that?" He pointed at Draco's shirt lying on her messy bed. Ginny thought quickly.



"Uh, Ron's, that's Ron's. It must have found it's way into my laundry before I left the house." Ginny picked it up; along with her clothes she had shed a few minutes ago. "Sorry. I didn't expect anyone over."

"Oh, we're sorry, we just missed you." Mrs. Weasley looked around at her room, straightening the crooked photos on the wall.

"And, we heard about that Malfoy boy and Harry getting into a quarrel." Mr. Weasley sat on her bed, looking up at her with his best father-y face on.

"Yes and that you helped victims there. We're very proud of you Ginny. But we need to know if you saw what happened." Mrs. Weasley turned from the photos, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"What have you heard?" Ginny adjusted her bathrobe, and took the same stance as her mother, noticing one of Draco's green socks next to her father on her bed.

"That Malfoy's seed attacked Harry on the street, saying things about his father. Also, that he was casting the unforgivables," Said her father.

"And that after Harry apparated, you sympathized with Draco." Mrs. Weasley's face tightened formed a frown. "You know better than that, especially after he attacked Harry."

"Mum," Ginny was thinking quickly. "What you said about Draco casting the Avada Kadavra isn't true. I know the family loves Harry for all he's done, but I think he's cracked." Ginny knew there was no turning back. Draco's fatal kiss took her under. She would have to back up Draco's story. Her parents looked at her shocked.

"We'll see what the trio says, and what the papers say. Owl when you're ready to come home. Harry will be gone soon." Her father stood up from her bed and held his wife's hand, "And remember Ginny, be careful, you don't know what Malfoy's can get you into." He added as he closed the door to her room. Ginny's eyes widened, shocked knowing that her father suspected something of Draco and Ginny.

Ginny dressed then tidied her room. She walked down to the owlry in the Leaky Cauldron, borrowing a pretty grayish owl. She pulled out parchment and a pen from her shoulder bag. She wondered what exactly to say. In the end she settled with this:

Draco,

My parents dropped by to ask me if I sided with Harry, or you in this situation. I told them that I thought Harry went wacko. My father sensed you and I had something going on. I'm not sure if we do or not. I will do the Daily Prophet interview for you. I have no idea why, it just seems right. If you would like to meet up soon, owl me. I'm free until school starts next month.

-Ginny

Ginny rolled the parchment up, and whispered to the owl in the bustling owlry, "Take this to Draco Malfoy, please." She gave him a treat, and he flew off majestically. She smiled to herself, but was still unsure of what to make of her relationship, or what seemed like one, with Draco.