A/N: Yayy the first really romantic scene with Malfoy! Cause everyone knows he's a softy deep down. Sorry if Ginny seems a bit OOC

"I'm soo excited to see the new Head's quarters! I'll bet there gorgeous!" Ginny said and Hermione winced. "Can't you sound a little more convincing?" She muttered but her friend didn't hear as she tried to console Harry, promising she'd be back by the next day for sure no matter how nice the rooms were.

Hermione could barely concentrate on her food as Ginny babbled, thinking only about how it felt when Malfoy kissed her and how obvious her blush must be. "Oi, Hermione, what's wrong with your face?" Ron asked, cheeks bulging with food with about as much grace as a football player.

"Nothing is wrong with my face Ronald." She said heatedly and Ginny glanced up, hearing her feisty tone. "It's just very cold in my room, I feel like an icicle. My fireplace simply won't work." "Do you want me to come take a look at it?" Harry asked, looking concerned at his girlfriend. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I suppose but I don't think you know any spells I haven't mastered yet." "Oh, but Harry you have Quiditch practice don't you?" Ginny asked, sounding very much like her mother as she put a hand on his shoulder. Groaning slightly he smiled at her, "What would I do with you Gin?" She giggled as he kissed her goodbye then got up to jog out of the great hall.

"I'll come with you then. Maybe I can't fix the problem but I want to see if Malfoy's behind it at least, the little rat." "Can we leave now then? I have all my stuff." Ginny offered, gesturing to her shrunken trunk that could now rest in the palm of her hand. Glancing down at her still full plate she immediately leapt to her feet before the other two could notice. "Sure, let's go."

As they made there passed the Ravenclaw table on there way out, Ron suddenly scooped up her hand. "Blimey Hermione, you're hand is freezing, let me warm you up." She blushed even harder at his particularly loud words, obviously looking for a reaction in the girl he'd been pining after but she looked elsewhere for someone else's reaction.

Malfoy was staring straight at her, or more exactly, staring straight at her and Ron's hands. "Ron!" She hissed and tried to tug away but he just tightened his grip and Malfoy narrowed his eyes obviously.

Standing up in one fluid motion he turned and grabbed the first Slytherin girl beside him who happened to be Pansy Parkinson, and kissed her passionately. The second she tried to wrap her arms around him though he pulled away, pushing her back so that he could shoot Hermione a triumph glare.

Gasping aloud, Ron looked at her in surprise, finally dropping her hand as they passed the Ravenclaw table. "Sorry bout that 'Mione, what's wrong?" She felt the blush leave her cheeks, and ice filled her stomach as she said in a dead voice, "Nothing, nothing at all."

"Thanks for walking us here, Ron, you should go join Harry for Quiditch, he's going to be angry you're late." Ginny said kindly as Hermione seemed fairly detached at the moment, looking around the room with dull eyes. "You're right…too bad Malfoy's not here, I wanted to bust him for wrecking your fireplace."

With one last glance around the room he hurried out. Ginny immediately turned on Hermione. "Alright, what's wrong with you? During lunch you were totally spaced but now you're acting all…depressed."

Shaking her head quickly she tried to smile for her friend but didn't quite manage. "Alright, fine, I'll tell you." Hesitating slightly she glanced at the sofa where Malfoy had kissed her earlier then grabbed Ginny's arm, pulling her up the stairs and into her room.

"Like I told you, this entire week he's been really flirty and weird, and just today he kissed me but then we saw me holding Ron's hand in the Great Hall he started kissing Pansy Parkinson." She said the name like it was a bad word.

Ginny, to her utter dismay, started giggling. "Has snogging harry made you loopy or is there something here I'm missing?" She snapped, and Ginny immediately stopped. "I'm sorry 'Mione, it's just really obvious what he's doing. He was jealous of Ron so he was trying to make you jealous of Pansy and," She giggled again, "it looks like it worked."

Hermione crossed her arms and she stopped again.

"He doesn't have to make me jealous I already like him." She blushed as she said it, remembering again the way he pressed down so gently on her lips, leaning over top of her. Ginny gasped. "So you do like him?" Hermione nodded grudgingly, not it the mood to celebrate the revelation.

"Obviously he doesn't like me though. What type of guy kisses a girl just to make a girl w ho already likes him jealous?" Ginny rolled her eyes. "Remember how flirty Harry was with Lavender the week before he asked me out? It's like, a guy default system when they like a girl." Hermione wasn't ready to admit defeat.

"Yah but at least he was only flirting, Lavender will flirt with anything on two legs. Malfoy actually kissed that disgusting girl." She heard the venomous tone in her voice but ignored it. She was so not jealous!

"Well this is Malfoy we're talking about." Ginny said matter o factly. "What about Malfoy? He's just as respectable as any other guy." Hermione said and Ginny pictured her as a growling dog, protecting her man and couldn't help laughing. "Hermione, you are completely head over heels for him."

She looked like she was going to argue again but ended up just laughing along with her friend, realizing she was jealous and there was nothing she could do about it. When she could talk straight again, she proceeded to tell Ginny about there scene at the portrait while she 'oohed' and 'awwed' at all the right spots.

"Do you mind if I go get a drink? I'm parched." Ginny complained and Hermione nodded still lost in dreamy thoughts about ridiculing Pansy Parkinson. She could put a love potion for Crabbe in her pumpkin juice…or challenge her to a duel…or send her enchanted chocolates from Fred and Georges shop…or –her thoughts were interrupted by Ginny's noisy giggled as she climbed back in through the portrait, flush faced.

"Guess who's down there?" She asked and Hermione looked up confused, glancing at her watch. It was surprisingly late, almost ten, so Quiditch practice was over. "Harry?" She guessed stupidly and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"No! It's Malfoy and he's definitely not wearing a shirt." Hermione wanted to slap her friend for a second then immediately recoiled from the thought. Ginny didn't like him, she was just excited for her. She needed to get a grip on her emotions!

"So?" Hermione asked casually, heart racing as she imagined Malfoy shirtless. "So?! So go down and see, he looks hot!" She shot Ginny a glare to which she just grinned. "Come on, there's pumpkin juice in the fridge, just go!"

Getting up unsteadily she crept quietly down the stairs into the small kitchen outlet, heart pounding. "Granger." She heard from behind her just as she put one hand on the small fridge's handle and nearly jumped out of her skin with a small shriek of surprise.

"M-Malfoy." She stammered, trying to sound cool but failing as she saw his pale chest gleaming in the dim kitchenettes lighting. Ginny was right, he looked hot.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, raising one eyebrow and was it his imagination or did he lean closer? "No. Of course not." She spun round, staring at the fridge. "I was just coming down for some juice."

After a brief pause she said in as frosty a voice she could manage with him practically breathing down her neck, "I saw you with Parkinson." She could imagine the smug look on his face. "I saw you with Weasely."

Spinning back around she glared at him, ignoring the hot factor. "I wasn't 'with' Ron; he was just trying to make someone else jealous." "As was I." He murmured as he took a step forward, forcing her to step back so her spine was pressed flat against the fridge. "And it looks like it worked."

With that he brought one hand up to her jaw and kissed her hard, the way she had seen him kissing Pansy but when she brought her hands up to his bare waist he merely held himself closer to her, tangling his hands in her curls as he kissed her wildly.

Pressing his mouth down on her lower lip he was awarded with a groan of pleasure and he let his mouth explore the softness of her neck she panted, trying to control herself as her hands ran up and down his muscled back and broad shoulders.

"Ginny…" She managed before his lips capture hers again, pressing his tongue to hers and wandering the inside of her mouth. "Malfoy…" She groaned and he finally pulled back, breathing quite as hard as she, the fire in his eyes saying he hadn't sated his thirst for passionate embraces just yet.

"Ginny's going to…wonder where I am." She stammered as his hand slid around her waist. "I don't care." He whispered in a sultry, irresistible voice that made her gulp, his hand sliding underneath her shirt so it rested on the bare skin of her back.

"Well I do. If she caught us like this I'd never here the end of it." He rolled his eyes, finally leaning back a bit and she felt herself missing his warmth. "You care too much about self image." "I care too much?" She couldn't help teasing him and he shrugged sheepishly, running one hand threw his wild blond hair.

She giggled and he looked at her in surprise. "What?" She asked, looking down at herself self-consciously. "You look…beautiful." He murmured, lifting her face up to look into his eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. When had it gotten so dark?

"I never noticed…I never knew what I was missing out on." He grinned a bit and she pretended to be offended. "Malfoy are you only interested in me because you finally noticed how I look or do you actually have other reasons for seducing me in the middle of a dark kitchen?" There was an unmistakably flirtatious purr to her words.

"I always have reasons and Malfoy's always get what they want." "Well we'll find out how true that is." She pulled away from him and walked over to stairs briskly but paused with one foot up on the stairs and it was incredibly distracting the way her thigh was suddenly bare in the half light.

"But don't expect me to make it easy." She smiled tantalizingly and he tore his gaze away from her leg, feeling his knees go wobbly as he stared into her sparkling brown eyes. Turning she continued up the stairs and into her room while all he could do was stare. How had this 'conservative bookworm' hooked him so badly?

He would show her. He would show her Malfoy's got what they wanted. Looking around his gaze fell on the fridge and he remembered her original mission. Hm. Pumpkin juice…

Ginny gasped as Hermione recounted what had happened in the kitchen. "Oh my gosh he did not. He has it for you bad 'Mione, it's only a matter of time before he does something publically and then everyone's going to know. Can I tell Harry?"

"No! You can't tell him! He's going to kill me when he finds out as it is!" Ginny shot her a sly look. "So you think he's going to find out? You think you and Malfoy are going to get really serious about this? And sharing the Head's suite." She wriggled her red eyebrows suggestively while Hermione blushed hard.

"Well…I hope so. I kind of…challenged him." She blushed even harder as she explained her challenge in the kitchen as to 'Malfoy's always get what they want'. "Wow, I didn't know you had it in you Hermione. This should be interesting." Just then there was a knock at the door.

Hermione froze, still sitting laying on the bed, propping herself up on one elbow so Ginny ran for it, swinging the door open. "Oh, hello Malfoy." "Hello W-err, Ginny?" His voice sounded slightly unsure for a second and Hermione almost laughed.

"Where's Granger?" Ginny stepped aside and Hermione blushed as he raised his eyebrows at her skimpy pajamas that consisted of boy shorts and a thin tight fitting tank top. "I see." He grinned slightly at her obvious blush.

"May I come in?" He asked finding himself unable to step foot in the room as he needed a clear invitation. She nodded and the spell lifted, allowing him to walk over to her. "I brought you your juice, seeing as it was my fault you were, ah, a little distracted when you came downstairs." She came to the conclusion that he enjoyed making her blush way too much and Ginny giggled slightly by the door where she was trying to act invisible.

"Thank you. You can go now." She raised her eyebrows at him but he just smiled despite the magical tug that he felt trying to pull him back out the door. Planting one hand on either side of her he leaned carefully closer, bracing himself against the ever insistent spell.

"Ye-es?" She asked, trying to keep a cool head even though her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her ribs. "You never let me kiss you goodnight." He whispered. "Oh Malfoy" –he cut her off, letting his lips brush softly against her luscious mouth.

"Goodnight." He whispered, then stood up and strode out of the room, not even looking at Ginny. Only once she silently swung the door shut and cast a muffler charm did they start screaming and hugging and trying to talk at the same time.

"That was the cutest thing I've ever seen! Oh Hermione, you're soo lucky!" Ginny gushed and Hermione couldn't form a coherent sentence just knew that Harry and Ron were going to have to accept him because he was positively the most wonderful boy she had ever met.

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