Ginny was sitting in her dorm room alone the next evening when she saw the card glow. Rolling her eyes she picked it up and read the new message, I didn`t mean for this to happen, promise, but it did. I need to talk to you. Fly down to the Quidditch pitch?

He sounded almost flustered. Hell, why not? Was all Ginny could think before she picked up her broom and a jacket and slipped out the window. Her hair splayed behind her like a trail of fire. Keeping close to the castle to avoid the wind Ginny watched for windows the make sure nobody would spot her flying by. She was lucky, not a soul in sight.

The pitch grew near and she saw his pale head. Last chance Ginny, turn back now or you're going to have to talk to him. She kept going for reasons unknown to everyone except that little inner voice that referred to the ferret as 'Draco'.

"Ginny, thanks for coming, I wasn't sure you would," he sounded so relieved it was impossible not to smile,

"What did you mean when you said you hadn't meant for this to happen? What happened that wasn't supposed to?" she set herself down beside him on the stands and took a seat. He sighed and looked away from her,

"I want you to listen to me okay, listen and don't say anything until I'm finished," he waited for Ginny to nod her approval being continuing, "at the beginning of the year I was bored, I wanted to have something to do to keep me entertained. That was when I started thinking about what a good game it would be to make you fall for me, then tell you I was joking, it would be brilliant to get revenge on Potter," He looked Ginny, as if to make sure she was still there, "So I gave you flowers and I bought the dress, but lately, well ever since the Halloween ball really, that I've been wondering if it was more than just a game to me, and it is, yesterday proved that to me," he looked up at Ginny, who sat still for a few seconds to confirm that he was done with his story before she spoke,

"I knew you didn't fancy me Malfoy," she giggled, "I knew there was another motive," the look on his face was devastating,

"But that's just the thing, I don't want it to be a game anymore, I want it to be….real," he sounded so shy, so honest that it broke Ginny's heart,

"I don't know what to tell you, I mean, I have been seeing this different side to you, a side that maybe someday, I could like, but if everything except yesterday was fake then you don't have a lot to recommend yourself to me," she was trying to be logical, deal with everything in a straight forward manner that would make sense, no way is my silly little heart, which is going a mile a minute, going to take control of this conversation,

"well then, I'll just have to change that won't I?" the scotch voice was back and it sent shivers down her spine. Eyes wide open she watched as he reached out and pulled her closer, before taking her chin in his warm fingers and giving her to gentlest, softest, most tempting kiss she'd ever had,

"There," he whispered as he pulled away, "That was real," he was about to get up and walk away when she cried out,

"Draco wait," he paused and this time it was her reaching towards him and pressing her lips to his. This kiss wasn't gentle or soft; it contained every ounce of desire that the both of them felt.

"That's how you kiss a girl you like," she said as she pulled away, clambered back onto her broom and flew away before she could do anything more rash than what had already occurred. He just sat there on the bench and watched her leave.

Upon arriving back in her dorm, Ginny felt like a mouse in a trap. The Hydra was waiting for her with curious, gossipy expressions. She would have sworn that they could taste a scandal from a mile away.

"Well well well, what have we here," Lindy grinned evilly,

"A little bird flown to nest," Jess chimed in,

"and it comes back with swollen lips, how…interesting," Natalie finished. Ginny tried to ignore them and walk around their eager selves but there was just no way that they were going to let that happen,

"Not so fast love bird," Lindy tossed out her arms to stop Ginny from bolting, "We read the note, now tell us everything," there was no escaping this. Ginny folded and told them everything, how he had faked everything but now wanted it to be real, about both kisses and about how conflicted she felt about him.

"Darling dearest," Natalie began, "no need for conflict here, give him a chance to prove to you that he isn't an evil little bastard and then pass judgement, if he can turn himself around then nothing's been lost, and if he can't, well won't it be nice to be able to snog a gorgeous guy like him for a few months?" Natalie certainly had an interesting way of thinking,

"But what would I tell Terry? How could I do that to him? He's been wonderful, a total gentleman, I don't know what to do," the tears started rolling down her face and it wasn't long before it was a full on flood.

"Ginny, this is your choice and we won't make up your mind for you okay, but I think you should give him a chance," Jess spoke the words softly as she patted Ginny on the back,

"Yeah," Lindy agreed, "give it some time and just see what happens, you don't have to choose, you and Terry aren't official I mean, it's not like he has a claim to you or anything," this caused Ginny to hiccup,

"okay, okay, thanks ladies I think I'll just get some rest now, after all, I've got that game against Slytherin tomorrow and we play Ravenclaw in a week, I'll wait until after both games are done so that my Quidditch playing doesn't get affected by my love life," Ginny spoke firmly for a girl in tears. With a final pat on the back the ladies left her to her own devices.

Quidditch was like crack to the student body at Hogwarts and nobody was more addicted than the players themselves. Ginny awoke the morning of the game against Slytherin knowing that she was going to be brilliant. No pre-game jitters for her, just a whole bunch and energy and awesomeness. She leapt out of bed without socks on – she was that excited – and revelled in the feel of the frozen floor against her feet. Nothing was going to get her down on that particular day. She grabbed a quick breakfast from the Great Hall – the rest of the team was down their staring blankly at pieces of toast and looking green; oh how they wished they felt like Ginny before a game. With a smile and a 'happy game day' she was off again to collect her broom and run outside to check the conditions.

It was a perfect day for Quidditch, the sun was hiding behind the clouds so she wasn't going to be blinded and there was the faintest of breezes that would wick sweat away from her body and keep her cool. Ginny shivered with joy as she went inside to change into her robes and join her team.

Harry gave the team a long lecture about how important this game was and how much they needed to win. Ginny was nearly snoring by the time Madam Hooch called them out onto the pitch.

"Now, I want a nice, clean game," she looked pointedly at the Slytherin team. Malfoy shook hands with Harry and the game began. Ginny swiftly gained control of the quaffle and scored three times before the Slytherin chasers warmed up enough to start playing properly. The score was 90 – 50 in favour of the Gryffindor's when she spotted him watching her, shouldn't he be keeping his eyes out for the snitch, not ogling at me? Well wasn't that the truth of it. Losing her cool as Malfoy began to dive towards her she tossed the Quaffle towards Katie in hopes that Slytherin wouldn't gain possession. Malfoy was a foot away from her, she flinched, and nothing happened. He had pulled out of the dive and was now zipping upwards with Harry close on his tail, oh Merlin, the snitch must have been right on top of me, she shook out the shock of nearly being hit,

"Ginny get your head in the game!" Ron yelled at her from the goalposts – Harry, who normally would have done the yelling, was still zigzagging around with Malfoy in a desperate effort to catch the elusive snitch. Ginny snapped her broom around and dashed after the Slytherin chaser who had the quaffle. Stealing it from him she tossed it to Dean and he threw it through a hoop with something that was almost elegant,

"100 to 50 for Gryffindor, no wait, make that 100 to 60 for Gryffindor, Slytherin scores while Ginny Weasley looks distracted," the announcer said in a quick quip of a voice. Get your head in the game girl she chastised herself.

To her credit Ginny scored twice more, Katie took two goals for herself and Dean, well, he assisted a lot. Slytherin pulled back with six rapid goals of their own bringing the score up to 140 – 110. It was getting close. Ginny looked around for Harry, he needed to catch the nitch now before her empty-headedness cost them the game.

"And I think he's seen the snitch, yes indeed Potter has seen it people," the announcer screamed, "Has he got it, YES, Potter catches the snitch and the game ends with a score of 290 to 110 for Gryffindor!" Ginny sighed with relief, it didn't matter that her head was in the clouds they had won anyway. Harry gave her a quick hug before he went to congratulate the rest of the team. The party in the Gryffindor tower was going to be immense.

Looking over her shoulder she spotted Malfoy with the rest of his team, he saw her looking and gave her a bit of a shrug which she supposed was his way of saying 'good game'.

The party was astounding but Ginny wouldn't know because she didn't go. Upon going back up to her dorm that night she had seen the once again changed card, this time it read; Why don't we have our own celebration? Fly down to me? Who was she to resist? Her broomstick had been snatched up and she was out the window in a flash – despite not being in her school robes, instead she was in jeans and a white tank.

There he was, her enemy turned miracle. He was sitting with a basket beside him and a blanket to cover the seats. She couldn't help but smile, Terry might be a charmer but Draco was something else entirely.

"Hey Red, good game today," it was a humble compliment because it came at his own loss, and so she appreciated it all the more.

"Thank you, you really freaked me out when you started diving towards me," she laughed at her own empty-headedness

"You truly should have seen your face," he laughed with her then opened the basket to revel a selection of candies, pasties, and a couple bottles of butterbeer. Wow, he actually listened when we talked about candy in Hogsmeade, listened and remembered, point one for Draco.

They sat in a comfortable silence as they ate their sweets and drank the warming drinks. At one point Ginny had started to shiver – after all, a tank top on a November evening in Scotland was pushing it a little. It had seemed like a thoughtless gesture but Draco had taken off his own coat and handed it to her. It was warm and it smelt blissfully like him, that spicy smell that was entirely his own. She had no shame in breathing it in.

It was the perfect celebration.