A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to post, had a few things come up this week :/ Oh well! I hope you all enjoy!

Random side note: I work in a car shop, and today I had to order parts for a car, so I call up this parts store and say "I need a slave... man that sounds wrong."

The salesman's reply? "Deep down I think everyone needs a slave." lol wasn't sure how to take it, but i decided it was funny :P made my day! Ok, now onto the story!

As always, I own nothing but the insanity of the plot, everything else belongs the J.K. Rowling. :)

Chapter Four:

What Now?

After she finished recalling the story of her brothers and their 'Operation Chocolate Love' (He was also mentally chuckling at the name) Draco sat back in his chair, taking it all in. So the twins are responsible for his miserable day and that terrifying encounter with Granger and Weasley, the male one. He had to admit, it was pretty intriguing that they had even accomplished a working potion after adjusting ingredients and able to mix it well enough into the chocolates that it was barely noticeable. But still, he was the one suffering here! Impressive or not, they had caused some serious problems for him today, and he wasn't too sure if he'd ever recover from the images in his head. Shivering slightly in disgust at the memory, he quickly tried to think of something else. He glanced up at the young Weasley girl and smirked. She still looked angry but seemed to have calmed down a bit.

"Why exactly are you so angry? I know I am not thrilled to have a little Gryffindor first year following me around like a love sick dog, but I thought you were obsessed with Potter. Shouldn't you be happy?" He quirked his head, smirking at her. "Not that I truly care, merely observing." He watched in amusement as she seemed flustered, her cheeks burning red and her eyes looking as though they were trying to shoot daggers at him.

"I am not obsessed with Harry. I had a school girl crush when I was younger and as I got older, I realized that I thought of him more as a brother. Besides, Harry isn't really my type."

"Oh really? And what exactly is your type?" He leaned forward in mock interest. She glared at him crossing her arms under her chest. He tried desperately not to notice.

"I don't see how that is any of your business."

"Hmm...I love a good mystery. I'll find out you know. The fact that you're not insulting me, but instead refusing to tell me, simply says that you already have someone in mind." He smirked and sat back as she looked at him almost slack jawed. Oh yes, he was going to find this mystery man and torture her endlessly about it. 'I bet it's someone like Creevey or Longbottom' He mentally chuckled. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out at all. A piece of cake. Not like he was truly interested, simply something to pass the time until the love potion wore off in a few days.

'He couldn't possibly know that! How would he know?!' Ginny was staring at him in shock. She had barely said anything, and he already knew she had a crush? 'It's not a crush!' He'd never figure it out anyhow. 'But, Blaise is his best friend... He might figure it out...' 'Shut up brain!' Ginny mentally argued with herself while attempting to regain her composure.

"I'm perfectly happy being single, and no there isn't anyone. Maybe I just didn't feel like insulting you, because I'm a better person than you are." Ginny straightened and closed her mouth, attempting to look as though his words hadn't bothered her in the least.

"Fine, like I said, I don't really care." He said offhandedly while adjusting the cuffs on his shirt sleeves. Ginny raised an eyebrow at his sudden disinterest. 'Well that was easy...' But she was a little concerned about how well he was taking their particular situation. She would've figured he would be angry and storming the castle to hunt down her brothers. Instead, He was sitting there looking almost bored.

"Why aren't you upset? I just told you how my brothers basically plagued the school with a love potion and your just sitting there, calm as ever." He didn't even look up when he answered her. just continued straightening and adjusting his outfit as if it was out of habit.

"Why should I be worried? It's a love potion, they wear off in a couple days." Ginny just stared at him. He was more of a stupid git than she had previously given him credit for.

"I said a couple weeks, not a couple days you prat. Were you even listening?" At that he paused from his fussing and for a moment Ginny thought he had stopped breathing. Then all at once it was as if something had cracked in him, he leapt from his seat screaming and looking as if he wanted to murder someone. Which was quite possible considering the situation.

"A COUPLE WEEKS?! WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DID THEY PUT IN THAT POTION?!" She wasn't quite sure what happened next, but before she knew it, she was on her feet and screaming in his face.

"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME YOU SLIMY GIT! IT'S NOT MY FAULT THEY'RE IDIOTS! YOUR NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS STUCK IN THIS BLOODY SITUATION!"

They breathed heavily from their yelling and anger while nearly touching noses. Eyes glaring, each daring the other. Finally in a huff they both sat down. After a few minutes of silence while they each stared in opposite directions, purposely avoiding each other, Malfoy spoke first.

"Well... Now what?" Ginny looked up. He looked as exhausted as she felt. 'Maybe there's more to him than you think...Nah, he's still a git.'

"I plan on staying away from Harry, I suggest you do the same with that girl. Fred and George aren't stupid. Their potion is really strong, I wouldn't underestimate just how crazy Harry and the rest could get." Ginny yawned covering her mouth with one hand. She could feel Malfoy watching her, but pretended she didn't notice. "And now, you're going to leave so I can sleep."

"The hell I am, I was here first Weasel." Her head spun quickly to give him a death glare. While practically growling she said,

"I told you my name is Ginny." She saw a small hint of fear but it was quickly covered up by a sneer.

"Fine... I was here first... Ginny... " He said her name as if it left a nasty taste in his mouth. She didn't care though, she was sick of the awful nick names.

"I don't bloody well care who was here first, I can't go back to my common room because of Harry, but you are perfectly capable of going back to your own." She said stiffly.

He hated her logic. It was true, nothing was really stopping him from leaving, but he didn't really want to leave. He looked away from her stern face pretending as if he hadn't heard her. He needed an excuse to stay. 'Well, it is past curfew...'

"I don't need a detention Weas- Ginny... if you haven't noticed it's considerably past curfew."

'Nice...' Draco mentally patted himself on the back. As aggravating as her presence was, he couldn't deny that she was good company. She was feisty, she wouldn't back down from him, and no living man could deny how she had grown up from a bland little girl into a full bodied woman. Not that Draco had any interest in her body, he simply enjoyed her feisty attitude, far more than he truly should. He watched her struggle with his simple argument for a moment before she sighed and bowed her head in defeat.

"Fine, but your sleeping on the couch." She promptly got up and walked back over to the wardrobe pulling out 2 pairs of silky pajama's. The first pair was black with silver lining, a basic button up long sleeve top with a simple pair long bottoms. The second black as well but with a deep emerald green lining, it seemed to be smaller than the black and silver one however. She walked over and handed him the black and silver pair, seeing as the black and green were far too small for him.

"Like the Slytherin colors, do you?" He smirked at her as he took the silky clothes from her outstretched hand. She simply glared at him and turned back towards the wardrobe. He thought about arguing over her choice of sleeping arrangements, but figured it could wait for the moment. He had no plans on going to sleep quite yet.

A changing screen had appeared and she moved behind it so that she was out of sight.

He shrugged, stood up and began pulling off his robes, dress shirt and tie. He kicked off his rather expensive leather dress shoes and when he began undoing the button to his slacks he heard a shriek. He looked up just in time to see a flash of red hair bouncing against black and green silk pajama's before they disappeared. He smirked and stood up straight to lean against the mantle of the fireplace. The fire had dimmed a bit so it was a warm but not uncomfortable. The top button to his slacks were undone causing them to hanging off his hips slightly.

"Never seen such an attractive man without his shirt?" He refrained himself from saying Weasley or any derogatory names. He felt like teasing her, not pissing her off. 'Not pissing her off would be good thing considering her hexing ability and my lack of clothing...'

She waved a hand at him from behind the screen in an almost frantic way.

"Just put some bloody clothes on will you!" He chuckled at her childish manner but complied. Picking up the pajama's he had set down to change, he finished undressing and put them on. When he was finished, he smirked at the shadow of her huddled behind the changing screen.

"It's safe, you can come out now." He watched in amusement as she tentatively left her hiding place. She glanced at him, seeming to realize he was in fact fully clothed now she held her chin high and walked back towards the couches, grabbing her school bag off the chair and walking back towards the wardrobe. He simply crossed his arms, smirking and continued to watch her every move. It seemed to bother her, so obviously he was tempted to continue.

He watched as she rummaged through her bag in the wardrobe. She was partially hidden behind the wardrobe door, but he could see she was looking for something. Quirking a brow when she paused and made a sudden giddy sound. Some more rummaging, some clinking sounds, then suddenly she was walking towards him with a glass full of some clear bronze looking fluid. It looked suspiciously like Ogden's Old Firewhiskey.

"So you drink, and some pretty hard stuff by the looks of it, but you can't look at a man with his shirt off? Don't you live with like a dozen brothers?" She sat down on the couch rather gruffly but the liquid in her glass stayed steady, as if she's done this quite a few times before.

"Lets start with, if you tell a soul about my Firewhiskey, I'll bat-bogey hex you for the rest of your life. I have only 6 brothers, 3 of which currently live at home, so no I'm not shy around topless men, you however are so pale you practically glow like some kind of beacon. It was such a horrible sight that I needed to shield my eyes until you were properly covered again." She said all of this without even looking up at his now flabbergasted self. When she was done, she took a long drink from her glass, gave a smile and a slight moan of satisfaction before finally looking up at him.

She couldn't help it, she laughed so hard she actually snorted. She had to set her drink down as her laughter took over her. His expression was just priceless! She was kidding of course, he wasn't as pale as she had made it sound, but she wanted to catch him off guard like he had her. It worked more than she could have hoped for.

He was just staring down at her in a mixture of confusion, insult with anger and bewilderment. As if he wasn't entirely sure he had heard her correctly.

"Oh calm down Malfoy, I was only joking! Not about the Firewhiskey part, I'd dead serious on that one."

"I... No one..." He seemed to be searching for the right words. Sighing she got up and went back to the wardrobe while he watched, still a bit shocked from her statement. She poured another glass of her firewhiskey, glad that she still had nearly a full bottles worth. Walking back over to him she held out a hand with the glass in it. He stared at it as if she was handing him some kind of fungus.

"Don't be a baby, I didn't do anything to it. Besides, I have a feeling you need this just as much as I do." He scowled at her but took the drink anyway. She smirked, then went to grab her own drink again. Sitting down on the couch she looked up noticing that he was still standing there, scowling.

"Look, I'm sure there are plenty girls who find you very attractive, I'm just not one of them. But cheer up, you wouldn't want a Weasley finding you attractive any how. Unless you do secretly have a thing for Ron..." She teased, leaning towards him. Speaking a little higher than a whisper but full of amusement she said, "If you do, you can tell me..." She winked and watched his face grow red from either embarrassment or anger, she wasn't sure.

"That is just disturbing Weasley... I already had to watch Granger nearly maul your brother to death in a hallway, now you put those kinds of images in my head?" He took a rather large swig from the glass. Ginny watched as the burning liquid seemed to not bother him in the slightest, as if he was drinking water.

"I see I'm not the only one used to this type of drink."

"Unlike you I can afford to drink whatever I choose. You just happen to have, merlin forgive me, decent taste." With that he took another swig, smaller than his first. As she watched him she pulled her glass up to her lips, sipping slowly.

"Interesting..." Ginny thought out loud looking down at her drink. She hadn't realized she had actually said it, therefor was surprised when Malfoy responded to her.

"What exactly is interesting?" Startled she looked back up to him. He had settled himself in the high back leather chair again, one leg crossed so that his ankle was resting on his knee. Holding his drink in one hand and the other resting on the arm of the chair while he stared at the dying fire. He would have looked fairly professional, almost as if he were at a business meeting, if he wasn't currently wearing pajamas.

"Oh, nothing really. It's just, seeing you like this is interesting. Usually your such a git, but your actually not that bad after a while." She swished the bronze liquid in her cup before taking another swig, enjoying the satisfying burn it brought to her throat.

"Well, you've caught me on an off day." He hadn't even glanced at her when he spoke, just continued staring into the fire. She watched as the light from the flames danced around his sharp features, glinting off his white-blonde hair. He did look rather appealing, handsome in a classy way. 'See... you do think he's attractive... told you so.' Ginny frowned at her thoughts, mentally chastising herself yet again for them admitting to things without her consent.

To change the mood of things she thought of a game to play before bed, seeing as neither one seemed too keen on going to sleep quite yet.

"Malfoy, have you ever played twenty questions?" Malfoy gave her a funny look.

"Why?" She beamed with excitement.

"Because we're going to play." He looked a little scared and hesitant from her wildly excited expression, but didn't seem to argue. She began explaining the rules, and had brought over the bottle of firewhiskey from the wardrobe to refill their glasses.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Reviews would be awesome! If you have any questions you think would be good for Ginny's game feel free to let me know! You might see them in the next chapter ;) I've got some already in my head, but I would love to let my muse fly with suggestions :P