A/N: I'm soooooo sorry about the really long time in updating. I've been really busy and suffering from writer's block. So yeah... here's the new chapter, I hope everyone likes it, and I hope everyone leaves me a big giant review whether it's of criticism, suggestions, or whatever.

Again, characters, places, etc not mine.

Scared? Not with him.

He grinned at her as he pushed open the door. It creaked on its hinges and the boards were bent with age. Ginny shrugged and followed him inside. It was just as cold as outside and the rooms were bare and dusty. Cobwebs hung in veils from the ceiling. Floorboards groaned beneath them.

He pulled a sheet off of the single piece of furniture in the room, revealing it to be a moth-eaten, dog-chewed couch, and flopped onto it while the springs protested noisily. Ginny sat more elegantly beside him, leaning into his warmth and enjoying his arm around her shoulders. Simple touches had never been so wonderful before.

"Draco, I think-"

He cut her off. "I'm not going to ruin my date with talk about that," neither of them wondered what he meant, or how he had known she would bring that up. "I'm going to enjoy myself today." From a pocket inside his robes, he pulled a bag of sweets from Honeydukes. Ginny stared at him. "I got them this morning. As far as I know, none of them are the spawn of your brothers' creative juices."

She smiled and accepted a chocolate frog.

"Why are we doing this, Draco?" She asked instead of her earlier comment.

He seemed puzzled. "Because we're young and in love?" She blushed.

"That's not what I meant. Why are we even talking to each other? Why do I love you?"

"I should think it was obvious," Draco murmured, "I'm smart and kind and wonderful, not to mention sexy as hell…" She laughed.

"I'm not joking, Draco."

"I was?" He shook his head and held her closer. "No, Gin. Maybe it's fate. Maybe it'll wind up like that stupid Shakespeare play… the one with the 'star crossed lovers'…"

"Romeo and Juliet isn't that awful Draco. It's just overused."

"To each his own," he replied. "Her own. But then again, maybe we're just rebelling against the roles we have been forced into. Maybe I'm only attracted to you because I feel like I'm doing something my father and mother would hate."

"Do you really think that?"

He met her chocolaty gaze and held it with every ounce of will he had. "No," he whispered. "It's because I love you, and love isn't something you can control."

Ginny smiled and kissed him.

When they could finally bear to separate, Ginny looked at him long and hard. "I love you too." A tiny smile played around her lips. "You're not such a prat now."

"I've never been a prat."

Her smiled was wide as she reached into a pocket and pulled out a leather string bearing a tiny rose wrapped in its thorny stem. She unlatched it and wrapped her arms around his neck to place it.

"What's it for?" He asked when she pulled away.

"It's a symbol. The rose is love, and in most circumstances it would be red. The stem would be green. It's silver to disguise that aspect, and thus also symbolizes secrecy."

"How did you get this?" Both of them knew he was thinking that it must have cost a fortune.

She smiled. "Maybe I was saving for years. Who knows?"

He crushed her to his chest. "Thank you," his breath whispered across her ear. She shivered and buried her face further into his robes. Maybe this would end badly for them, but as it was, she didn't want it to end. And somehow, she knew, neither did he.

The rest of their date would have been considered casual, spent talking, laughing, and eating the sweets that Draco had supplied. She discovered quite by accident that he despised lemon and was allergic to mint. "Seriously?" She asked when she found out. He nodded and she found herself laughing at him.

"I'm sorry, Draco. You just never seem like someone who could be honestly allergic to something, except as an excuse to get special treatment!"

He grinned a very real grin at her while saying innocently, "But I like special treatment."

She smiled. "I'll let Harry know that he should continue stalking you since you love it so much."

"Seriously? Stalking me?"

"I told you that!"

"Not in so many words! Bloody hell, what's his problem?"

Ginny sighed. "He's very much a hero. He sees people doing wrong everywhere, especially you and Snape. I think he must be just dying to get you expelled." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Don't get me wrong, I love Harry dearly, but he's so obsessive and stupid about you and Snape!"

Quite suddenly, she froze. "Draco…"

"Yeah?" He saw the sudden light in her eyes and was cringing away from her.

"Oh don't do that," she muttered without really thinking about it. "Can you tell Snape?"

"Tell him… no. No no no no no!"

"But Draco, he'd understand! You get it, don't you? You need help. You can't do this alone."

He pulled her to him and rested his face in her mane of fiery hair. "Ginny, you don't understand. He serves him. He'll do it faster just to improve where he stands, he'll let them in faster than I possibly could and…" He shook his head. "I can't."

"How can you be sure that's what he intends?"

"Why else would he have interrogated me during that Slug Club meeting?"

She met his anxious eyes steadily, trying very hard not to give him a sharp retort. "Alright. I promise I won't mention telling anyone again. But Dumbledore trusts him."

"How do you know Dumbledore's not wrong?" He demanded.

"I don't." She admitted. "But I trust Dumbledore, and I trust Snape." It was all she could say without revealing the Death Eater's job for the Order. She kissed his cheek. "And I think that you're being stupid not telling someone. I think that you should tell Dumbledore immediately, but if you can't bear that, Snape is a good mid-point." She smiled reassuringly. "And if you can't do it alone, know that I'm always available to help you."

"Thank you," he whispered.

For a long time they were silent. A clock on the mantel ticked away the minutes as the two sat together. Ginny sighed and ate a piece of strawberry laced chocolate. She wanted to tell him about the Order, but it wasn't her place to tell him. She had to get him to tell a teacher. Absolutely anyone. It was a week before Christmas break, and who knew what would happen over the two and a half weeks that they had off?

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