A/N I am STILL tres (French for very) sick, and I don't know how long it will be till I can type up more since I have a fever, and a headache, and have been like that for the past week. I don't like this chapter, but I am trying to write and not quite all together, just cause I'm sick.

ch. 3

Narcissa then walked out of the room, leaving Draco and Ginny alone. "We can still see each other." Draco blurted out, the second his Mother was out of the room.

Ginny looked at Draco, with a look that you would use on a little kid while explaining something painfully obvious to them. "Draco. We cannot go out. We are related. You and I are half-siblings." Ginny said slowly, thinking that maybe Draco was so in shock about finding out about Ginny being related to him, that the thought hadn't started to sink in, because he didn't seem to mind the idea of the two of them dating.

"I don't care, and no one has to know that we are seeing each other." Draco said.

"I'm not going to date you Draco! It's wrong. We shouldn't feel the way we do about each other since we are brother and sister. We have to stop this thing before it goes any further." Ginny said, clutching her bag to her chest.

"Give me two weeks!" Draco said.

"Two weeks for what?" Ginny asked.

"Give me two weeks for me to make you admit that you will always love me no matter what, if I fail, then you don't have to agree to date me. But... If I do not fail, you have to date me, and I will never speak to you of my love for you again." Draco said.

"Why are you doing this Draco?" Ginny asked.

"I'm ΒΌ veela, We can only fall in love once, and I fell in love with you years ago. I can't get over you Ginny, ever. It's impossible. "I will love you forever Ginny, even if you force yourself to stop loving me." Draco then kissed Ginny, with such tenderness, that Ginny had never known before.

"Will you give me 2 weeks?" Draco asked.

Ginny was still in a daze from the mind blowing kiss, so she said yes with out thinking about it.

"I'll show you your room." Draco said, taking Ginny's old bag in one hand, and her hand with his other, and took her up the five flights of stairs, that lead up to his and her rooms. Her room, was large and blue. The furniture had originally belonged to the first female born into the Malfoy family, when the Manor had first been built hundreds of years ago, and had been spelled so that it would never look old, or break. The ceiling has the constilations, and paintings of magical creatures. The bed spread was dark blue, with stars and the galexys embroidered in neat small stitches, and the plush blue carpet looked as if it would cover Ginny's ankles. Ginny sat down on the feather bed, and suddenly felt tired.