This is almost done. I have the last chapter/Epilogue done already! Thanks to everybody who read and reviewed! I hope you had a good vacation (it always seems to end too soon, doesn't it?)

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MUTUAL ATTRACTION

Chapter Seven: Marriage? Wow, Malfoys Sure Move Fast!

Ginny's Point of View

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"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," Ron's purple face sighed. I was almost worried considering the fact that he looked a bit out of his element. His face when he first came in? Priceless. "You are supposed to be PURE when you are thirty. I'm not going to let you cavort with a Malfoy. You're too young." I can't believe he just said that!!

"Excuse me?" I asked angrily. That two-faced, double standard coward. "And just how pure is Hermione?"

Ron's face paused and started to look a little green He opened his mouth a couple of times before he could speak. "That's different," he told me. One of these days I was really going to have to review woman's rights with the darling idiot.

"You mean you- and Granger?" Draco said. He looked ready to explode before bursting out laughing. "How rich is that!"

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak," Ron growled and formed his hands into a first where he began cracking his knuckles. This was where the meeting could get dangerous. Ron was apt to try to beat up Draco and I wanted him in MINT condition. Please.

"Why don't you go back to Harry and Hermione," I asked desperately. Anything to get him out of here. Don't get me wrong, I love Ron, but sometimes he went…um, INSANE?

"HARRY?" Ron yelled and looked ready to have an apoplexy. Wow, I didn't realize the mention of his best friend would get such a reaction. "Don't even get me started on HARRY! This is all his fault. If he had only come to the station to meet you instead of running off with Lavender this whole thing could have been avoided. Oh yes…it's all HARRY's fault-"

"Goodbye Ron," I said and shoved him out the door. I locked it and turned to face Draco.

"Do really think locking yourself in with me is a good idea?" Draco asked me with a devilish look in his eye that made my legs feel like jelly. "After all, it might just send Ron over the edge!"

"Oh, I don't know if that's a bad thing," I said with a sly grin moving closer to Draco. His beautiful features were arranged in a very smug look that I wanted to wipe off his face. Just to remind him that annoying Ron wasn't the only reason we were locked in here. I trailed my fingers lightly up his chest and twisted them into his silky hair. Once again his the aftershave, shampooed smell nearly overwhelmed me. I was starting to get those damnable medieval thoughts. Again.

"Ginny," Draco's husky voice sent shivers through me (again) and his eyes were no longer the shallow gray chips they'd been. They were filled with emotion (lust to name one- or so I'm guessing) and the turmoil in them went straight to my heart. In a sudden motion I was in Draco's arms again and he pressed his lips on mine demanding and giving at the same time. It was even better than the first ones and I sighed happily against him. I was crushed tightly to him and I could feel his muscles from years of Quidditch training. I was sure he could hear the rapid beats of my heart, we were so close. His hands massaged my back and we continued on in a similar strain until air became a problem and we were forced to collapse on the seats breathlessly.

"My Ginny," Draco said with a lazy smile. He lightly brushed my roughened lips with a hand. I restrained a grin and cuddled closer. "I feel I ought to tell you this-" he said abruptly. I felt as if I had been dunked in ice and I looked at him worriedly. Was he really just using me? Ron was going to have to beat him up or something for that.

"What?" I asked furrowing my brow. Draco kissed it smooth and I relaxed.

"I just wanted to let you know that you're going to marry me." I flipped my head over and stared at him. Did he mean it? "I don't want anybody kissing you but me."

"We're still in school," I reminded him.

"So?" Draco asked. "We'll be out of school soon."

"Ron won't be happy," I added.

"I'm not marrying Weasley," Draco said. I nudged him and he coughed. "Er…Ron, that is."

"Fine then," I said returning to a former position. "I'll marry you."

"I knew you'd come to your senses. A Malfoy always gets what he wants." I rolled my eyes. Ron wasn't going to be happy at all but I was. I was sixteen and already had my first proposal. Was there anything better than that?

"Let's just see if you feel the same in two years," I warned him. Draco gave me a drowsy look.

"Don't doubt sweetheart," he said. "Because I can tell you right now, you are."

I planned on it. But there was something Draco hadn't mentioned. He was NOT going to be in charge. But then again, subtlety was always one of my strong suits. He'd never know what hit him. The first thing to do would be to redecorate his manor…. I've always liked yellow.