Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Ginny was still in her cold, aloof manner all through out the week. The nightmares continued, every night he would go into her room and hold her until she quieted down then he would always leave before she awoke. Draco didn't want another catastrophe like before, he had quite a bruise on his backside from where Ginny had kicked him. After that, they woke up each morning pretending absolutely nothing had happened. He didn't want to admit it, not even to himself but he actually liked holding the Weaselette. Him, Draco Lucius Malfoy, of all people actually liked to hold her while she slept. The very thought sickened him, if his father was still alive, Draco would have been murdered for touching a blood traitor like her!

Finally one night, Draco couldn't stand her attitude any more. He was not use to women ignoring him, usually he was the one who always dumped them when he lost his interest in them, not the other way around. "What the fuck is your bloody problem?" he demanded.

Ginny looked up, startled by his outburst. "Nothing, you prick!" she retorted. She abruptly stood up, her chair scraping violently on the floor.

Draco stood up too, "Well then what hell has been wrong with you! You've been ignoring me all week!"

Ginny gave him a cold glare, "I thought maybe you wouldn't want to be disturbed by a blood-traitor like me, Malfoy!" she spat vehemently.

He was stunned, she hadn't called him by his last name in six years. "Wh-what?" was all he could stutter out. He mentally slapped himself; a Malfoy stuttering? Impossible!

"Nothing to say, Malfoy?"

Draco's surprise changed quickly to anger, "Oh, so we're back on last name basis now!"

"And just when were we ever on first name basis to begin with? The only thing I can remember being called is 'Weasley' or 'Weaselette.' I have no recollection of you ever once uttering my first name!"

"Oh, and I suppose you remember a lot from the last week and half?"

Ginny narrowed her eyes; never a good sign with women, especially fiery, easlily tempered, Weasley women. "You'd be surprised at what I can remember," she whispered, her knuckles gripping the dinner table had become dangerously white.

He leaned in towards the light, "believe me, Weasley, there are just some things better forgotten." His eyes had become cold and hard and his voice dropped down to a threatening tone. He then turned and walked out the front door, leaving a very pale face Ginny in the kitchen.

He needed a drink, badly needed it the way things just went with the Weaselette. Making sure that the proper spells, charms and enchantments were in place and working properly, he apparted to the first place he could think of. The Three Broomsticks pub was quiet tonight, a rather unusual sight. Men of all sorts always came into see Madame Rosmerta, but tonight only a grizzled looking man sat in the dusty corner drinking what looked like mead. Draco sat himself on one of the stools and hunched his back over the counter.

"Evening, Draco. What will it be?"

"Get me a fire whiskey please, Rosmerta."

She gave him a disapproving glare, "Something wrong?" she asked as she waved her wand and a bottle came flying off the shelf and flew right into her outstretched hand. She poured him a glass of amber liquid and slid it over the counter to him.

"Nothing. Everything is absolutely fucktabulous," he mumbled as he drained his glass in large gulp. He grabbed the bottle and filled up the glass again, but not before seeing Rosmerta shake her head.

After about five and half bottles of fire whiskey later, Draco was starting to slur his speech, "Damn Potter! Alwaysh getsh the besht. Well, I shay he's the bloody -hic- fucking wanker who refusesh to die!"

Rosmerta hurried over to Draco, she had to pry his fingers off of his sixth bottle. "Alright, let's get you home. Where do you live?

"I live with Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!" he turned to Rosmerta with a solemn face, "She said that I -hic- never once shaid her first name! Thatsh not -hic- true, I'm shaying it right now! Ginny! Ginny…"

Rosmerta had keep herself from rolling her eyes, another man drowning himself in whiskey because of a woman. What a pity. She took his right arm and slung it over her neck and had to drag him to over to the fireplace. She was surprisingly strong for a woman her size, it was mainly from dragging the drunken men out of her pub so she could close up for the night. She threw in a handful of floo powder, "Ginny Weasley!" then she pushed Draco into the flames. Good riddance.

When Draco came stumbling out of the fireplace, he ran straight into the bookshelf, causing several leather bound books to fall on his head. However, he was too drunk to notice and was already falling unconscious. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he leaned over and retched out what was left of his dinner and the generous amount of fire whiskey his stomach held.

A creaking of a door sounded, Ginny seeing Draco in such a state rushed over to help him. Realizing what he had said to her before, she quickly dropped his head that she had been cradling. It fell to the floor with a dull thud, and Draco began moaning in pain. Ginny looked over at the mess he had made on the carpet and wrinkled her nose at the smell. Seeing as she did not have her own wand, she quickly searched Draco's robes for his.

"Scourgify," she said with a wave and the puddle disappeared. Then she turned back to Draco, "let's see…oh shit! I can't remember," she threw the wand aside and had to drag him onto the couch. She then ran to the bathroom and washed a cold towel to put over his head. Draco was muttering incoherent words when Ginny put the towel over his forehead. She brushed some stray hairs from his face, his white-blonde hair suddenly looked very soft in the light of a nearby lamp. She had a fleeting moment where she wondered what if would be like to touch it. She hesitantly reached her fingers out… when suddenly he grunted in his sleep. Ginny instantly withdrew her fingers, fear that he may suddenly wake up to find her hovering over him.

Draco awoke the next morning with a searing pain in his head. He winced at the bright lights and mentally cursed whoever opened the blinds. He rolled off the couch and fell with a clunk. Crawling on his knees like a baby, he tried to figure out where he wanted to go. He didn't even remember what had happened last night, the last thing he remember was the glare Rosmerta had given him and then there was this huge void in his mind until now.

"Well look who's up,"

He looked up and squinted until his eye's focused on, none other than, Ginny Weasley. He dropped his head again and closed his eyes, "Weasley. Hangover potion. Now."

Ginny bent down close to his ear with her cup of coffee in one hand and whispered, "Maybe you should keep the hangover to serve as a reminder for next time, hmm?" She stood up and he could hear her laughter fading into the kitchen.

What did she say? Draco growled, he'll deal with it later but for now all he needed was dark corner he could curl up and die in.

By mid-afternoon, Draco had emerged from the coat closet looking rather disheveled and blood shot. He tried looking for Ginny but all he found was a note she left behind:

Malfoy

Left for mum and dads. There's leftover roast beef and potatoes on the table and I left you a potion by the food too. It'll help your headache.

Gin

Draco crumpled the note in his fist, she left the flat! AGAIN! Looking down at his attire, he decided he needed a shower before going to teach the Weaselette a lesson of who was in charge. He grabbed the small purple bottle off the table and took a big gulp. His face contorted in an expression of disgust at the taste of the concoction but took another drink to relieve his pain. Damn Weasley!

Ginny had returned home via floo just as Draco was about to leave. She looked rather tired, with dark bags underneath her eye; it didn't looked like she had slept for a couple of nights now. Seeing the look of fury on his face, she held out her hands, "Look Malfoy, I really don't need this now. Talk to me later."

"Weasley?" he inquired, just this morning she was laughing at his hangover.

"Just be glad, you're an only child. At least Narcissa wasn't as smothering as my mother" she said before disappearing into her room.

Draco rubbed the back of his neck, well at least now he didn't have to appear at the Weasley hole to get her. He walked over to the kitchen table and lifted the tinfoil cover from the cold food. He reached for his wand, to perform a quick heating charm, which was usually was usually stashed inside of his robes. After a few minutes of hunting around, he found it skewered between one of the couch cushions. Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of galloping hippogriffs, how did she remember what his mother was like?

Author's Note: HOW DID GINNY PREFORM MAGIC WHEN HER MEMORY WAS SUPPOSEDLY WIPED CLEAN? HOW DID SHE KNOW DRACO'S MUM WAS NARCISSA? WHY DID SHE SUDDENLY GO FROM 'DRACO TO 'MALFOY'!

I'll leave you hanging, I'll reveal that later on… for now just be suspicious. Brownie points if you know where I'm headed ;D

I'm leaving for England in less than a week; I'm so absolutely excited, so there may be a brief period of time where I do not update for a few days. I'll try to fit in another couple chapters before we leave!

Thank you to mistinthenight (here's the next chapter), redheadObsession (Yay! We're neighboring countries! High Five!) and Geni.4.Life (Thanx, I was really flattered to be almost as good as JKR, it means a lot to me) for reviewing.

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Kas