A/N: Ok. So I know I said I wasn't posting any more chapters until I got 5 reviews, but seeing as I have no life and a great idea, thanks to Phoenix Falconer, I decided to go ahead and write chapter four. Plus, school starts on the tenth, so after that, I won't have as much time to write. So enjoy this, my spoiled readers. Enjoy! Review please!

Oh! And I keep forgetting to put up a disclaimer! So here's a blanket disclaimer for the first four chapters, and any I might forget to put a disclaimer on in the future!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters! Wish I did, but J.K. Rowling is the lucky lady there so…yeah.

Enjoy!

Chapter Four

"Ginny. Gin. GINEVRA!" Ginny shot up in bed a few days later, glaring around the room, trying to find whoever it was that had awakened her so early in the morning. Her eyes finally landed on one fully dressed, too-perky-for-seven-bloody-thirty-am-on-a-Saturday, grinning-from-ear-to-ear Hermione. Her hair was pulled back and her eyes were bright. Ginny grimaced, knowing that she herself looked like shit. She felt as if she had gotten absolutely no sleep, and her eyes felt puffy from the tears that she couldn't explain and didn't understand.

"Unnggh. 'Rmione! Go 'way!" She groaned into her pillow. Hermione chuckled and yanked the sheets off. She then picked up a pillow and started beating Ginny with it until Ginny rolled off the bed and started retaliating. That lasted only as long as it took Hermione to pull her wand out of her pocket and transfigured the pillows into canaries, allowing the birds to fly out the door. Ginny glared at the seventh year and curled back up in bed.

"Ginny, hurry up. Come to breakfast so we can run back up and get you ready!" Hermione was practically jumping up and down.

"Ready…for what, exactly?" Ginny asked as she combed out her long red hair and put on a bit of eye make-up.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, do you even know what today is?!?" Hermione cried. At a sheepish but confused look, she shrieked, "Merlin! Today is the day you have your date with Mal-er, Draco! You know, the weekend trip to Hogsmeade!!! How could you forget, it's all you've talked about for days! Nearly drove Ron mental, mind you. You leave at ten! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Hermione pushed Ginny out of the dorm, through the common room, and down to the Great Hall. Ginny automatically scanned the room upon entering for a certain blonde-haired Slytherin, grinning and waving when she saw him beaming at her. He winked and she giggled, ignoring the incredulous looks of everyone else in the room.

She and Hermione sat down and grabbed pastries and pumpkin juice. They were joined by a ruffled up Ron and exhausted, silent Harry who appeared to be there under protest. The boys immediately dug into everything in sight, and Ginny sighed. She really was quite tired. Suddenly, the half-hearted conversation the Golden Trio were having stopped, mid-sentence. Ron put on a surly look and crossed his arms; Harry became intensely interested in his bacon; Hermione started up a too-loud conversation with Neville about Herbology homework. Ginny was about to turn around when someone whispered in her ear.

"Hello, Ginevra. You look particularly lovely today." Draco's voice was husky. Ginny squealed and turned around, giving him a peck on the lips and throwing her arms around his neck in a hug. He chuckled softly and raised his eyebrows, appraising her body with a bemused look. "So, is that the attire you are going to wear on our first date?" Ginny looked down at herself, unsure what he meant. Her cheeks flared bright red when she realized she was wearing baggy pajama pants and a skimpy camisole.

"Ha-ha, er, no. I was planning on changing. Speaking of which, I should probably do that now," She mumbled and grabbed Hermione. Draco followed her out into the hall.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not objecting. I just figured your brother might not like it as much as I do," he smirked back at Ron, whose face was tomato red with anger.

"Draco, please, don't provoke him!" Ginny called as she pulled Hermione up the stairs. Once they were back in the dorm room, Ginny ran to her trunk and started rifling through her clothes. She pulled out a short jean skirt and a tight-fitting green v-neck with long sleeves. On top of this she wore a grey vest and a long green and red scarf. On her feet she wore black converse. The topmost layer of her hair was pulled back in small clips while the rest of it was perfectly straight and cascaded down her back. She refreshed her eye make-up, added a bit of blush, and stuck her wand and a few Galleons in her pocket.

"Ooo! Ginny, you look perfect! He's gonna love you!" Hermione squealed when she saw the final project.

"Thanks! Are you coming at any point?" Ginny hoped the answer would be yes so that she wouldn't have to walk back downstairs alone.

"I dunno. Harry and Ron were going to go check out Fred and George's new shop but I'll probably just stay here and study," Hermione answered, but she didn't look Ginny in the eye. It seemed like more of an automatic answer though, like she was trying to keep from giving out too much information.

Making a mental note to visit Fred and George's, Ginny quickly grabbed her cloak and headed downstairs. She got to the bottom of the stairs, looking for her date. Instead, she found Harry walking aimlessly around with a glum look on her face.

"Hi Harry!" She greeted him.

"Wha-oh! Hi, Ginny. You look…fantastic," He deadpanned.

"So, will you be coming to Hogsmeade? You know, Fred and George opened another shop there!" She chirped, still craning her head for her boyfriend.

"Oh, er, I'm not sure right now. Ron and I were considering…but…I dunno," he stated. Ginny giggled awkwardly. Harry looked like he was gonna say something, even went o far as to grip my hands earnestly, but then his face froze and he dropped my hands. "You know what, Ginny? I should let you go. I'm sure your boyfriend will want you to himself," his voice was emotionless and he looked pointedly over her shoulder. She waved goodbye, extremely confused, and watched him walk away. She couldn't help but feel a bit hurt.

"Well. Isn't he…insistent," Draco grumbled in her ear, causing her to jump slightly and turn around.

"Oh, he's just being friendly," she insisted, looping her arms around his neck.

"Well, I don't like it. Not one bit. It looks to me like he just can't accept the fact that you're mine," Draco insisted, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Calm down, Draco, I'm sure you're mistaken. And it's like you said; I'm yours. Not his. No need to get so jealous!" She fought back a delighted laugh at the look on his face.

"Alright…but if he tries anything, he's gonna wake up one morning walking himself off a cliff," Draco growled before turning his full attention to her. He smiled and leaned forward at the same time that she stood up on her toes. Their lips met in the middle, their bodies pressed together. Her hands tugged gently on his long blonde hair, his hands sliding down her back and resting on her waist. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she pulled back, smirking as he pouted.

"C'mon. Let's head to Hogsmeade, maybe find a corner booth at the Three Broomsticks," she smiled alluringly and winked, finding his hand. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Actually, I had another location in mind."

"Oh, please don't tell me we're going to Madame Puddifoot's!" She cried in horror.

"That disgusting sin shack? I wouldn't dream of it!" He replied, pretending to be appalled. She laughed and then looked at him with curiosity.

"But, then, where are we going?"

"Well, for starters, I thought we should drop in your brother's shop…" he trailed off at the surprised look on his face.

"Really??? I thought you wouldn't want to…after all, my brothers don't know about us and…well, you're not really their favourite person right now…" she trailed off, thrilled that he was willing to go with her.

"Ginny, I'm a Malfoy. No one understands family duty and such like I do." And on that somber note, they walked off, ignoring the stares of people who simply didn't understand the sight of Harry's best mate's sister walking hand in hand with his worst enemy.

Walking into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was like walking through a little kid's dreamland. Every practical joke you could imagine was hung up on the walls, just waiting to be bought. Ginny squealed as she walked in, feeling very melancholy. She squeezed Draco's hand, and he put his arm around her shoulders so she could explore the shop more freely. She laughed and wandered through the crowd of Hogwarts students, occasionally stopping to pick something up and examine it. She was examining the newest litter of Pygmy Puffs when the door at the top of the stairs opened up and out walked Fred and George, wearing matching neon yellow suits. Ginny raced forward, leaving Draco behind, and greeted her brothers enthusiastically. She threw her arms around George and then squeaked as Fred lifted her up and spun her around in the air.

"Well, well, lookie here, George! It's our dearest little sister, Ginevra!" Fred exclaimed.

"Well, well, looks like you're right, Fred! Don't tell me she's here in Hogsmeade all alone!" George gasped. Ginny was about to reply with her own snarky comeback, but before she could, a voice came from behind her.

"Actually, she's here with me," his voice wasn't cold or hurtful. In fact, it was soft and…bashful? Was it possible that Draco Malfoy was…embarrassed? Or maybe nervous?

Fred and George looked at him, looked at her, looked at each other, then looked at her again.

"Care to explain what the hell going on here?" George's voice felt like a knife was going through her back.

"Yeah, what bloody gives, Ginny?" Fred was more shocked than angry, but it still hurt. Ginny shied away from them, cringing into Draco's shoulder. He rubbed her shoulder and whispered reassuringly to her. Fred and George were staring at her like she'd had a mishap with one of their Heavy Head Spells.

"Ginny…does…does Harry know?" George asked.

"Yeah! He was head over heels for you, last we heard!" Fred cried. Ginny's breath caught in her chest.

"Oh, yeah! Practically had Ron chopping his ears off!"

"Wouldn't leave us alone, he wouldn't," they carried on in stage whispers. Meanwhile, she felt Draco stiffen beside me. She decided it was time to interrupt, before things got any worse.

"You know, Draco, we better go. We've only got so much time left, and you had something planned," Fred and George grimaced, kissed her cheeks, and then turned to their customers. Ginny sulked until they were out the shop, and she felt Draco's analytical gaze on her as they trudged through the leaves that were falling off the trees lining the street.

"So. Potter's head over heels for you, huh?" there was a bit of a strain in his voice. Ginny had know from his reaction in the shop that something like this would happen, but had hoped it would be after the date. She sighed and thought about a certain night over the summer. She had been sitting on a wooden bench swing in her backyard, waiting for sunset. Harry had come up and joined her, and she had leaned her head on his chest. Then he had kissed her, and she had kissed him back. Looking back, she wasn't sure what had come over her. She knew she had gotten over Harry in her fourth year, when she had seen the way he looked at Cho and didn't feel jealous or upset at all. She had finally been able to let go of her feelings for him and date other guys. But then that summer kiss…she shrugged it off, assuming it must have just been the atmosphere, influencing her feelings. But Harry had seen it as something else. He had been acting weird ever since, like he really was in love with her. But…he couldn't be. Could he?

"Um…yeah, I guess so. I mean…this summer…yeah," she knew she was babbling, trying to find a way to put it that wouldn't cause Draco to put some sort of painful curse on Harry. Draco contemplated this, but didn't say anymore as he pulled her down the snow-covered road, past the Three Broomsticks and Zonko's. They dropped in Honeyduke's, Ginny purchasing a few sugar quills and Draco grabbing four blocks of dark chocolate fudge. He then pulled her close to him and led her further away from the other shops. Eventually, they came to none other than the Shrieking Shack. Ginny looked at him curiously, and he winked. He then pulled his wand out and murmured and incantation. As he lifted what she recognized as a disillusionment charm, she gasped. Laid out on the snow, under the cover of a willow tree, was a thick wool blanket and picnic basket.

"So? What do you think?" he asked, sounding nervous. She beamed, throwing her arms around him and crushing her lips to his. He responded enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her waist. She trailed her fingers up his chest, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Though it was a cold October day, her entire body felt hot as she molded to him. All too soon, Draco pulled away and led her over to the blanket, both of them out of breath. She chuckled a bit at his surprising gentlemanly attitude. He sat her down and opened the basket. Out came two champagne glasses, a bottle of butterbeer, some sandwiches prepared by the house elves, and the fudge he had purchased earlier.

"Draco…Draco, this is amazing! I can't believe this!" Ginny murmured as they finished the last of the fudge. She moved to sit next to him, leaning against his chest and sighing happily. He reached down and gently kissed her lips.

"Anything for you, love,"

It was the perfect moment of happiness. As Ginny was appreciating the blissful silence, it was ruined by a cry of anger and Draco being slammed into the tree trunk.

Dun dun DUNNN! Hope you guys like it! Please review, your feedback makes my day! (I did mention that I have no life, right? :P Haha) Ok, well, I'm going to get started on the next chapter, maybe draw up a plot line or something…any ideas for the next few chapters would be welcome!

- Ms. Bells Swan