A/N: Last chapter, I appeared to have tried to edit something with out completely fixing it. What I mean to say was that Blaise and Malfoy had been friends for as long as either could remember. Right, so on to the next chapter! Stop wasting time reading my comments!

Disclaimer: Why do I bother with disclaimers? This is OBVIOUSLY not J.K Rowling's. Otherwise it wouldn't be fanfiction, right?


Chapter 4: We Meet Again

Ginny woke up with the worst neck ache since the time when she was five and Fred and George had bet her a galleon each the she couldn't stare at a single spot on the ceiling for two hours. A trick to get her to leave them alone or not, she won, and when they refused to pay up she and Bill had beat them up. That had actually been much more satisfying…. Back on topic, she in other words felt as if someone had taken a bludger to the back of her skull. She sat up, feeling disoriented. That blanket was not her flower comforter and this was definitely not her dorm. She back tracked through the previous night's events. This actually left her more confused than she had been to begin with, but at least allowed her to figure out where she was- on the couch of the Gryffindor common room.

Ginny set two goals for her week right then and there: 1. Figure out what in Godric Gryffindor's name had happened with her and Malfoy last night and 2. figure out who Colin's mystery lady was. Of course, that left a lot of sub questions to go under each heading which really made Ginny want to make a list, but upon glancing at the clock, she realized breakfast was already half over. A loud gurgle from her stomach confirmed it. The listing would have to wait until History of Magic 'Although that will cut down on my nap time," Ginny thought. She shrugged her shoulders and hurried upstairs to get changed, hoping they'd have those funny little car shaped waffles (apparently a whim of Dumbledore's. Needless to say the elves weren't to pleased about having to make a special one time change). She then headed to the Great Hall.


Upon arriving at the Great Hall, Draco completely lost his appetite. 'Word's got to have spread already about my fiasco last night. If I leave and hurry to Hogsmeade, I can probably catch the next train to Guam and wait there until things blow over. Its actually pretty nice there this time of year' He thought glumly.

"There you go getting in the way again Malfoy. But then, I've come to expect no less from you…" Jumping twelve feet in the air and ready to do battle with the arrogant fool who dare speak to a Malfoy that way, he was a little disappointed to find Zabini staring at him, blue eyes dancing. Draco could have used a good duel right then, to take his mind off things for a while.

"You're lucky I'm not gay, cause otherwise I'd be telling you how sexy you look when you fume," Zabini flirted mockingly.

"Shut it Zabini. Your lucky I haven't really taught you a lesson yet. By the way, I bet you are gay," Draco smirked.

Making his infamous puppy eyes (otherwise known as girl seducers) Blaise replied " Why do you always take your anger out on me? Just because you're afraid the stunning Ginevra Weas-" Blaise's angelic smile was quickly replaced by a devilish grin as Malfoy clapped his hand over the boy's mouth.

"Do not say that name ever again! Especially in any sort of sexual context! I hate the Weasley with every bone in my body and no matter how pretty she may be!" Draco flushed. He had definitely not meant to say that last part. She wasn't pretty, she was hideous! 'If hideous meant gorgeous…' his conscious chimed in. He smacked his forehead, trying to silence that voice, cursing under his breathe.

"So, another victim has fallen to the foxy Gryffindor (Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise's choice of words). Don't deny it- you look all hot and bothered," Blaise reached for the door and slipped inside before Draco had the chance to pummel him. He stood there fuming, trying to get his anger under control. 'Mention of that stupid girl should not be able to get me angry like this! I'm a MALFOY for Godsake! We barely even have feelings…' Draco chuckled in spite of himself. After a few more deep breathes he felt himself fit to present in public. Although he was determined the Weaslette's presence would in no way effect him, he couldn't help giving a sigh of relief upon finding her absent from the Gryffindor table.


Ginny had somehow managed to forget the fact that all the houses ate together, for she was unpleasantly surprised to see platinum blonde haired Slytherin sitting but two tables away from the empty spot Colin had saved for her. Deciding to avoid looking at the Slytherin table all together, she plopped down next to Colin and shifted so she couldn't anything past the Hufflepuff table.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she asked the boy eagerly stuffing his face with eggs of many different varieties.

"You just looked so peaceful, and you had such a late night that I didn't want to wake you too early. Especially since we have potion first thing. A person's got to have there wits about them in that class if they plan on living to see lunch," He swallowed what he had been chewing (and therefore spraying all over Ginny). "Speaking of last night, where were you getting back from so late any way? Meeting a mystery lover under the moonlit trees?" Colin could be a bit of a hopeless romantic at times.

Ginny forced a smile. "Sure, if by 'man' you meant Malfoy and by 'meeting under moonlit trees' you meant being harrased in the labyrinth that are the tunnels of Slyherin…"

Colin put down his fork and begain to wave his hands around "Oooh! Did you beat him up again?"

"Alas, no. He scared the living daylights out of me and pinned me to the wall and then…" Ginny trailed off, not wanting to share the shameful ending with the biggest blabber mouth in sixth year (things like that Colin had trouble keeping to himself. Not to say he couldn't keep a secret of course, but better safe than sorry, no?). Besides should wouldn't know how to explain even if she DID want to share with him.

Colin wasn't about to be put off. "Then what?"

"Then I threatened him. So what was with you and YOUR mystery lady?" Ginny rushed to change the subject.

"Wow, Ginny you should try these oranges! They look amazing!" Colin acted as if he had heard her and grabbed an orange out from under his pile of eggs. He then took a huge bite of it and began to splutter. Apparently his so called orange turned out to be a lemon. His face twisted into some odd expressions as Ginny nearly fell off her chair laughing. He drank half a pitcher of milk before he finally calmed down. "The lemons are really sour too, if you're into that type of thing," This sent Ginny into another bout of giggles, Colin laughing with her this time.

"Normally I don't laugh at other people's pain but I just couldn't help myself. That was the stupidest thing you've done sice you wanted to know what nockwart tasted like and had a purple tongue for a week!" Ginny let her question slide. She wouldn't press him on it unless he brought up Malfoy again.

"Well, it smelled good, how could it possibly taste any different…"

"How DID it tastee?"

"Well, as soon as I put it in my mouth I could feel my tongue change color so I spat it back out before I could really taste it," Colin said a bit sheepishly.

"Wow, talk about a pain in the arse for nothing," Ginny teased. "You refused to eat in the Great Hall for a week!"

They continued to banter through out the meal. By the time the reached Potions, they were in thoroughly good moods, the morning's incident forgotten.

Malfoy decided it would be best if he let the lesson he owed Ginny slide. The girl was a foul seductress and he refused to have his image sullied to fulfill a stupid grudge. Of course, he couldn't let her think he'd forgotten. That could lead to her thinking him soft. Not that he cared what she thought, he reassured himself, but that last thing he wanted was for her to spread rumors. All she had to do was tell that big mouthed pipsqueak and the whole school would think they could just walk all over him. Plus it would make for a bad dark wizard image.

Although, these days Draco was feeling less and less inclined to becoming one of Voldemort's inner ring. Things were not going well for death eaters. After the battle with the Order of the Phoenix led by St. Potter, about half of those who weren't killed were caught and sent to Azkaban. Not only would that be bad for his complexion, Draco did not want to spend his life rotting away in a jail cell with some glorified Death Eater talking about the Good Old Days, before the Boy Who Lived took down Voldemort. Draco was third in his class, behind Know-It-All Granger and some Ravenclaw he wasn't familiar with. He had definite potential and no intention over throwing his life down the drain to please his father.

Speaking of his father, he had to figure out what to do with Pansy. Zabini had had a good point. His father would not like being cut off from the Parkinson fortunes because his son had hurt their daughter. While in the earlier part of his life, gambling had always worked out well for Lucius, he was finding it harder and harder to pick the winning broom and rigging things under the table was getting expensive. With loan sharks breathing down his back, he was in a tight spot. Luckily the Parkinsons still respected him enough from their days in the ranks to lend him the large sum he needed.

He was now skating on increasingly thin ice. The Parkinsons would only lend him so much and were becoming weary of the fact that he was digging himself a hole of debt he'd likely never get out of. They shook their heads. The new money wizards were always foolish. Apparently Lucius was no different.

After being employed in the Black firm (hey- wizards need lawyers too) hey met and fell in love with the owner's daughter, Narcissa. They were married and the prominent family helped him get the job he'd always wanted- a high paying desk job at the ministry. Draco wasn't quite sure what the elder Malfoy did, only that now he was pretty much just a figure head. Serving the Dark Lord tends to get one's privileges revoked as Lucius had found out the hard way. Of course, no one would dare fire some one so close to the Black family.

But just because Lucius was poor didn't mean Draco was. When his grand parents had died, they left a large trust in Draco's name. Draco had yet to be bitten by the gamblimg bug and spent his money wisely. This included not giving any to his father, no matter how much he loved him. One thing the young Malfoy had learned was that it didn't pay to help family unless it was truly a last resort. He liked his money the way it was- his.

Draco looked around him to find that the Great Hall was empty except for the Weaslette and the Pipsqueak. They left the room laughing about something or other as Draco gathered his things and headed for class.


Draco lurked outside of the potions dungeon. It was a lucky turn of events that Ginny was detained after class. She had sent her friends ahead of her as she finished bottling her potion.

"I'm surprised you didn't manage to blow up your cauldron the way you were working today Ms. Weasley. I've never seen a student pay so little attention to what they're doing with out disastrous effects. I guess we'll find out tomorrow when we test the potions hm?" Snape said semi-menacingly. Ginny was, after all, the best potions student in her grade. She gathered he stuff and began walking out. "I expect better work from Weasley or I'll be taking points from Gryffindor," Ginny nodded not really paying attention to Snape.

Mystery Girl had been eating away at her the whole period. She had spent it narrowing down her options. She started with the all the girls with boyfriends. As there were surprisingly few this semester and she knew them all to be faithful, she could rule them out. All the Slytherin sixth years had already expressed their deep hatred Colin back in second year when he'd asked out Penelope Briggs. After laughing in his face, she the other girls had come up with a hex just for him, turning his face blue and warty and his hair to brown mottled feathers. His fingers had melthed together and his legs turned to jelly. As Ginny helped him to the hospital wing, she couldn't help but admire their ingenuity.

She had also eliminated all girls under fourth year (too young) and anyone in Gryffindor as Mystery Girl had left in the opposite direction of the Gryffindor tower. 'Heading up stairs or downstairs?' While pondering this question, she walked straight into the tall blonde in the middle of the corridor, not noticing him until they collided.

"Now, now, Weaslette," came the familiar drawl. "What have I told you about romantic interest in me? I know I'm good looking but it doesn't mean you should go throwing yourself at me," Ginny back away with a hiss. "You know I'm not interested in flashy sluts like you."

"Still mad about being rejected last night Malfoy? I'm sorry but I'll just have to be something you can't have. Imagine that! Some poor little Drakie can't have his father buy him. Awww," she mocked. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty classroom. Determined not to loose another bottle of ink due to the evil prat, she whipped out her wand using momentus declines, letting it float down as her books clattered around it.

Ginny turned pointed the wand at Malfoy's head. "Let me go or loose the locks!" she threatened, banking on Malfoy's obsession with his hair.

"Feisty!" Malfoy grinned maliciously. He grabbed her free arm and squeezed. Her wand fell to the floor. " Fortunately, I'm just a little bit stronger than you are," Proving his point his spun her into the darkness. Her thigh hit a desk, Malfoy's tight grip the only thing keeping her up.

"What is your problem?" she hissed. "Let go of me!"

"Shut it, Weaslette, before I decided to go harder on you than originally planned,"

"What are you going to do to me? Both your hands are tied up holding me still and physical violence is 'beneath you'. Not to mention your body guards are no where to be found," she said frankly.

"I don't need Crabbe and Goyle to take care of you," he sneered.

"Alright, you're big and macho. I cry out in fear. Please don't hurt me Malfoy!" She said mockingly. "There. I was terrified. Let me go. I'll stay out of your way and you stay out of mine!"

Malfoy was fed up. He let go of her arms, throwing them back at her. "Fine. But if you EVER give me so much as an impudent glare, you will pay," He threatened. The pale light coming from the doorway accentuated Ginny's pouting lips. He could feel her breath on his cheek. A few strands fell just over her shoulder, shining like rubies and complementing her flushed complexion. Without realizing what he was doing, he leaned in and captured her lips with his own.

Ginny was extremely surprised and responded before her brain could scream how wrong this was. It turned out Malfoy's tongue was good for something other than insults. He explored her mouth almost hungrily, reaching every corner. She tasted so sweet… Ginny groaned. She forgot how good it felt to be kissed properly. Ever since having broken up with Seamus Finnigan last April, Ginny had stayed out of the game. Seamus had been good, better than Dean Thomas who just shoved his tongue down her throat, but was nothing compared to Draco. She fell back on the desk his moving up her sides toward her chest. Just as things were about to get interesting, an outraged voice yelled "Lumos!"

The blinding light brought then back to reality. Draco jumped away from Ginny as fast as possible in utter shock. He had just… with Ginny and…. Enjoyed it? Only his Malfoy training kept him from trembling. He put on his cool composure and turned to face a very angry Snape.


A/N: I know! A killer spot to leave off! Its better than the original ending to say the least… well, there I go babbling again. Right! So, this is even longer than my last chapter! Yey! I've decided to work my way from short to obscenely long chapters by making each one a page longer than the last. The question is of course, how long will this resolution last? Anways, thank you to my loyal READER (notice the lack of "s"s) You guys can do better than that! I want at least two reviews this time…. So the main point I wanted to make was REVIEW! Nothing makes me happier than going online to find new reviews! Its simply heart warming. Enough of my senseless babble. Go!

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