Just one warning:

Very.

Very long chapter ahead. 16 pages on Microsoft word on my count.

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It was almost an hour past midnight when Ginny finally made it to her floor lobby. Her shoulders were toasty and sun burnt from splashing around under the sun the entire day. Draco's large gray jersey jacket was wrapped tightly around her, covering her chilly bare skin. Shivering, she took a step toward her room when a man sitting on the lobby sofa stopped her.

"Hello, Ginny." Jack said, quietly.

"Jack! What's up? What are you doing up so late?" Ginny whispered frantically, sitting down on the sofa across him.

"And the same question goes for you. Where were you? We didn't see you at dinner."

"Ah… that is…" Ginny debated whether or not she should lie to Jack about where she was, what she was doing and who she was doing it with. Jack was like a big brother to her, not like she needed anymore, but she felt incredibly guilted to lie to him.

"Actually, I don't need to know that. I have to talk to you." Jack said, darkly.

"I've got something to tell you too."

"Go ahead."

Ginny scratched her head. "It's… well… ah… don't get me wrong, but… well, this might sound a bit off but…" Ginny stammered off, shaking her head. "You go ahead…"

"Well, then, Ginny…"

Ginny sighed and stopped him. "Jack. I think I'm dating Draco Malfoy."

He reflected on Martin's words earlier that day. Jack's worst nightmare had come to life. He could not even express shock. "You think?"

"He's been after me since we got here. You know that right?"

"That does not mean you're dating."

Ginny nodded. "I know. And I've been refusing him. But… ah, well, I was actually forced into it."

Jack squinted, confused. "How were you forced into it?"

"Well, I couldn't really say no. He just… he just declared that we were dating now."

"That doesn't mean you really are. You have to agree to it."

Ginny sighed heavily. "I know. And I think I did."

Jack grabbed his hair. "You think? You're thinking quite a lot today, aren't you?"

"No. It's quite the opposite. I don't know what I was doing. This whole day, I was just on auto pilot. I don't know what I was doing." Ginny sighed again and leaned back into the cushion of her seat.

"So you don't actually really like this Draco Malfoy, do you?" He asked, hopefully.

"I don't have an answer for you, Jack. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm… I don't even know what it is. I don't even know if we're really even dating. I really don't know anything right now."

"Is this why you're coming back now? Were you with him until now?" He questioned, his voice deathly serious.

"I… yes."

Jack rubbed his eyes. There was no way he can tell her now… her head was all muddled up with the day's happenings, there was no way he can get anything through her.

"You know what, Ginny? Go to bed. Go sleep long and hard and think. We'll have practice before lunch tomorrow."

Ginny nodded and stood up, yawning. "Thanks, Jack. Is there something you wanted to say?"

"It can wait. Go." He shooed her off.

Jack was usually a very optimistic person. But as of the moment, he did not look forward to tomorrow.

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Draco slammed his body to his door, shutting it closed, which woke up his roommate, Drew. Draco shrank to the ground, sliding down the door in euphoria.

"I did it." Draco whispered.

"What the hell was that for?! I'm sleeping!"

"I did it. Drew, I did it."

Drew sat up in his bed grouchily. "Unless you figured out a way for us to win the game or something, you should get ready to die."

"Ginny Weasley. I did it."

"You did what? You finally got her into bed?"

Draco threw a shoe at him. "There's no sex anymore for me, Drew. Or… at least I don't think so…"

Drew scrunched up his face in thought. "And you're happy because…"

Draco floated up and wandered to his bed. "It's called… a relationship."

"NO!"

"YES!"

"I THOUGHT YOU FOUND A WAY FOR US TO WIN THE GAME, NOT LOSE IT!"

"WE'RE NOT LOSING! Listen. What we have is going against a lot of things. We're from opposing teams, we're from rival families, but we're putting that aside because it's the feelings that count."

"Honestly, Malfoy, when you were asking me for girl advice, I NEVER said anything as absurd as that." Drew slapped his hand to his forehead. "You just lost us the game. You're so fucked over with her that you're going to lose us the game." Drew moaned and threw his head back into his pillow.

"Oh, shut up, Drew, nobody is losing anything." Draco snuggled into his covers and giggled. "Go to sleep, Drew."

"Go get laid, Malfoy."

"I will."

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"What's wrong with him?" Sullivan nudged Draco's shoulder. Drew shrugged.

"Probably thinking about his new GIRLFRIEND. Who BY THE WAY is our ENEMY."

"Oh, ho! Girlfriend? You've had one of those before?" Sullivan cackled as Draco turned his head and shot him daggers.

Sullivan chuckled and tilted his glass of orange juice to his lips. "Who's the new unfortunate victim of yours? Is it that Johnson chick?"

"Ginny Weasley."

Sullivan froze, slapping his glass back on the table. "You can't date her, man. I mean, sure, she's quite a woman, but, she's like… walking on forbidden territory."

Draco dropped his head into his arms again. "Who says we can't date, huh?"

"Uh… Martin?" Drew pointed out. Sullivan nodded. "That's right. Martin. Good luck getting it by him, mate."

"Martin doesn't have to know, then. It's not like Ginny and I are dating so we can trade our formations or something."

"Then why ARE you dating? For sex? I mean, come on, Draco! Does it HAVE to be the star chaser of our opposing team?"

Draco bolted up and kicked Sullivan's shin. "Yes! And you're too crude to understand but it's called… a relationship. Look into it."

Sullivan smirked. "Draco, my boy, I've probably been in twenty times as many relationships as you have. You don't know what you're doing, Draco. You're going to be the death of us."

"THAT'S what I said!" Drew exclaimed, shaking his head. "And how do you know she didn't agree to date you just so that she can use you and seduce you into inside information, huh? I mean, if she's smart enough, which I'm sure she is, she would know that it's your first time with commitment and she can take advantage of it with a snap of her fingers."

"Exactly. You can't trust a woman like her. Scratch that, you can't trust any woman." Sullivan declared, clinking orange juice glasses with Drew.

"Does she even like you?" Drew asked.

"Of course! At least, she should, right? If she agreed? Well, she didn't actually technically agree. But she didn't disagree. So that means she doesn't dislike me, right? And if she doesn't dislike me, then she likes me, right?" Draco, who had started off the day truly optimistic with his new relationship, began to doubt.

"Well," Drew remarked, glancing up, "Why don't you ask her yourself? Your girlfriend just entered the café."

Draco turned sharply in his seat and smiled from ear to ear when he saw his supposed girlfriend chattering with Angelina.

"Boys, isn't she just the most beautiful creature you've ever seen on the face of this planet?" Draco sighed deeply, like a schoolgirl who just walked by Prince Charming.

Sullivan shook his head hopelessly. "I wouldn't say prettiest. But apparently, to you, she is."

"Weasley! Your boyfriend wants to see you." Drew said loudly causing Ginny to look their way.

"Boyfriend? Ginny, what's this about? Don't tell me you're dating Malfoy now, are you?" Angelina asked, shooting glances at the three men.

"Been hiding it from your friend, Weasley? Well, come on over to our table. We'll fill you in, Johnson." Sullivan drawled, pulling up two chairs from their neighboring table.

Angelina gazed over the empty chairs suspiciously and pushed Ginny toward them while she ordered their breakfast.

"You didn't have to scream a relationship that I don't even know exists to the entire world, you know." Ginny muttered angrily as she sat in her seat and glared at Drew.

"Well, it's out now. And it'll probably make it to the papers by tomorrow morning." Sullivan said, sipping his coffee.

"All thanks to you. Anyways, don't give Angelina bullshit, okay?"

"Now, now, why would we give a pretty girl a bad time?" Drew winked as Angelina made her way to their table.

"You can't break her; she's more stubborn than me." Ginny scoffed.

"I like 'em feisty ones." Sullivan pulled out the chair for Angelina, his hand lingering on her chair longer than it had to.

"You kids are repulsive."

"You know what's really repulsive? What's this with you and your boyfriend, Ginny?" Angelina questioned, gazing intently into her eyes to catch any hint of a lie."

"About that…"

"We'll give you the play by play, Johnson. You let the two lovebirds at it."

"Oh… oh no, don't tell me you're going to…" It was too late. Draco grabbed her hand and dragged her outside.

"Malfoy! Bloody hell, Malfoy you're cutting off my blood circulation."

Draco slowed down and let go of her hand and instead let his arm sneak itself around her torso. She tried slapping his hand off her hip but his Seeker grip was too strong.

"I'm cutting off your blood circulation? I couldn't breathe properly for a second since yesterday." Draco entwined his fingers around hers, comfortably resting at her hip and kissed her ear, his lips lingering in an ecstatic smirk.

"Draco Malfoy, this is the first day we're supposedly officially dating. Don't you think you're being a bit too- ah…" Ginny trailed off, tossing her head back. They both stopped walking and Draco took the opportunity to pull her into him, tickling and teasing the skin behind her earlobe, which he had discovered was a sensitive spot for her.

He pulled back, twirling some loose locks of burning red hair around his fingers.

"What I was saying before, Malfoy, was that we're moving quite quickly. And that's usually unhealthy in a relationship." She said, matter of factly.

"But I can't keep my hand off you." He pouted, tugging playfully at her hair. She slapped his hand away.

"I can tell. But in fact, the longer you wait, the greater the reward is in the end." She teased.

"Merlins, you are an incredible flirt."

"ExCUSE me?"

"Meaning you're damn good at it." He grinned cheekily. "But you promise that, right?"

"Promise what?"

"'The longer you wait, the greater the reward is in the end.' Is that a promise?"

She smirked. "Even if it was, would you be able to do it?"

"We'll see."

Ginny shrugged, chuckling. "Then take your hands off me."

Draco slowly inched away from her until there was not a single pore of skin in contact. He sighed restlessly, then gave up and twisted his head to hers and kissed her slowly. He pulled away and the two of them continued walking down the alley.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to do it." She taunted after a brief moment of silence.

"I just wanted to taste your lips for the last time for a long time. I swear that was the last."

"All right. I'm giving you a warning, Malfoy."

"Now, now, Ginny, don't you think that we should be on a first name basis by now?"

"What gives you that idea?"

"Oh, I don't know, just the fact that we're… uh… in a relationship?"

Ginny wanted to retaliate but she knew he was right. From her memory, she didn't exactly reject his proposal. They had also spent the rest of that afternoon and evening together the day before and as much as she hated to admit it… they were dating.

"I don't think I'll ever get comfortable saying your first name."

"You will. Wait till I get you in bed." Draco's eyes glinted evilly and Ginny stomped on his foot.

"You're so sick. I knew that's all you wanted." Ginny gave him a cold look.

"I'm just kidding, just kidding. But as you said, the longer I wait, the better the reward." Draco said slyly.

"Hah! You couldn't wait even ten seconds."

"Okay. That was going to be a warning. Starting from now on, I won't lay a single finger on you."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Just watch and see, Weasley."

"What happened to the first name basis?"

"I don't think I'm used to it either."

She chuckled and sighed. "I guess a summer fling won't hurt."

His jaw dropped. "A summer fling? You call this a summer fling? I couldn't sleep for one second last night thinking about how to do the whole relationship thing."

"Did you seriously think of being in a real relationship with me?" She asked, sincerely curious.

"You didn't think it was real?"

"…Should I have?"

He continued to gape. "You're lucky I actually like you. Or else…" He trailed off, and turned to look the other way.

She smacked his arm. "Or else what? You would have thrown me away on the streets like all your previous girls?"

"No!" Draco yelped and changed the subject. "S-so where do you want to go now?"

"How about a game of Quidditch? My schedule's completely clear until before lunch."

"Sounds like a plan. First one to the field owes the other an oral!" Draco cried, laughing like a perverted little boy as he sprinted off toward the Quidditch pitch.

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Drew had been writing a letter, a rather long letter to his mother when Martin broke into his room.

"Martin, what's up?"

"Call up the others for practice." He ordered.

Drew dropped his quill. "What? But I thought practice didn't start until after lunch."

"Are we here to play Quidditch or are we here for vacationing? Call everyone up for practice. And where the bloody hell is Malfoy?"

Drew gulped. Draco was still probably with Ginny off at God knows where. "He's not here. Everyone would probably out around town since we didn't know there'd be practice."

"Well, you aren't, right? Get everyone at the field in half an hour. And if people refuse, tell them that whoever is not at practice today will never be." With that, Martin whipped around without giving Drew a chance for rebuttal and slammed the door behind him.

It amazed him that just the day before, Martin had cancelled practice and proposed that everyone go out for a swim at the lake. Kicking the chair away and quickly throwing everything into his bag, he ran out the door to warn everyone of Martin's bipolarity that day.

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Michael Montage sulked in the dark forlorn confinements of his room, playing catch with none other but himself. Everyone, including his roommate, Bernstein, had gone out to town, maybe for a drink or two. And of course. Nobody had invited him. Naturally, being the beater for Ireland, he was seen as the loner. Sullivan was the other beater but he had his brother. In fact the only gathering he had been invited to so far was the Sullivan party, where even Scotland was invited to, and their rendezvous at the lake, and that was by the captain himself.

Basically, he was a loner.

But he didn't mind his loneliness anymore. He was quite adapted to it. And he jumped when he heard the distinctive crack which notified him that he was no longer alone.

"Montage."

He turned around and came face to face with his beloved captain.

"Hello Martin. For what do I owe this delightful surprise?"

"Scotland practice begins shortly."

"Does it, now?"

Martin nodded. "I need you to do something, Montage. And I can only depend on you to do it."

Montage saw a brilliant flash of pure bestiality that Martin scarcely revealed in his eyes. But Montage always caught it. And this time, he couldn't miss it.

"Anything for you, captain."

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Angelina burst into Madame Puddifoot's glancing around furiously for a Redhead and a Blondie. Instead, she came face to face with a chest, losing her impeccable sense of balance and looked up to see Drew, the Blondie's roommate.

It took a while for both of them to register who exactly they had just run into and panted at the same time, "Do you know where they are?"

Drew chuckled. "So you're looking for the little Redhead too, I presume?"

"We have practice in five minutes and she hasn't returned back to our room yet." Angelina sighed, took one more, quick look around and left the café, Drew following up close behind her.

"You guys have practice in five minutes?"

"Yes, from 11 to 1."

"Huh." Drew paused, thinking of Martin's orders. He knew Martin was incredibly focused on winning but it was courtesy and almost rule to not schedule in a practice over the opposing team's predetermined practice time. Had Martin not known that Scotland had the field before lunch?

"Hello? Are you listening?" Angelina waved her hand in front of Drew's deep in though face. He snapped up. Angelina shook her head. "What was that 'huh' for?"

"Nothing… just Martin told me to call everyone up for a practice." Drew looked down, scratching his neck.

"But we had the field until lunch!"

"Hence my outburst of sound followed." He grinned childishly.

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Your captain knows the rules right?

"I thought he did. I don't know too much about that anymore."

"Well, we'll figure out that problem as soon as we find that damn couple. I still can't believe they're dating now."

"You know what, Johnson? Me neither. Romance must be in the air." Drew sighed wistfully, nudging Angelina and winking.

"If you're suggesting something, there's no love in this air." She replied flatly.

"A cold stab at my poor weak heart, that was." He whimpered.

"You're distracting me! I need to find Ginny!" Angelina cried, as she walked at a faster pace.

"And I need to find Draco! Oh, here's a grand idea, how much would you bet that they're together?"

"Yes, but where they could be together is countless."

"Teamwork, Johnson, that's the beauty of Quiddtich. Now. We both had breakfast. They wouldn't be sitting somewhere eating. And from my knowledge of that little red spitfire, she wouldn't be making love to him or anything of that sort at this time. These two are polar opposites… they have nothing in common except…" He looked up as Angelina just comprehended what he had just said.

"Quidditch!" They exclaimed, running toward the stadium.

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Ginny tackled Draco to the ground. Although this was actually not a legal thing to do in a game, in their game, Draco was completely helpless. She knocked him off his broom and stretched her arm out, her fingers finally enclosing around a fluttering gold ball.

"I GOT IT! I BEAT A WORLD RENOUNCED SEEKER TO THE SNITCH!" She cried, jumping up and down on the grass as Draco caught his breath, lying on the cold grass under him.

"That… totally illegal…" He panted.

"Oh now, don't be a sore loser."

"So… illegal…"

Ginny laughed and put the snitch in Draco's hand. "It's my pity present."

"I don't… need no… pity present…" Draco huffed, pocketing the snitch into his pocket anyways.

After about a minute, Draco sat up, his respiratory system fully functioning again and turned to Ginny. "Would you like to go for a joyride on my broom?"

Ginny frowned. "Was that supposed to be sexual?"

"Gods no! But if you want it to be, then sure."

"Gods no! Even if it wasn't, I still wouldn't ride another person's broom… especially yours."

Draco smirked and tossed his hair back. "And why so? Do you have a policy of riding rooms of people you are utterly infatuated with? Oh, is that why you never rode Potter's firebolt?"

Ginny sighed. "Honestly, I regret never having the nerve to ask him if I could."

"He was head over heels in love with you, of course he'd let you ride it. He'd let you have it even."

"Maybe then, but now, I wouldn't take it."

Draco shook his head. "Ah, that Weasley humility."

"It's nothing like that, Malfoy. You should more be ashamed that you would let anyone ride your broom."

He smiled saccharinely and turned to look at her. "Oh, but Ginny darling, you're not just anyone to me."

Ginny threw her head back and laughed. "One day you'll wake up and realize you have no attraction or a romantic feeling toward me. Anyhow, you shouldn't let anyone, not even me, Draco darling, touch your broom other than you."

"Why?"

"Jack once told me that the broom is another limb that I was grateful enough to be born with."

"That's fantastic for you, painful for your mother."

She swung her broom and hit his arm with the wooden handle. "Like that. He told us that we should treasure our broom as if it's our most vital organ. And you just don't let anyone touch your lungs or something, do you?"

"You've touched my heart." Draco sang, giggling.

"You have GOT to stop it with the corniness."

"I'm trying, I'm trying."

Ginny chuckled. Her day was surprisingly very enjoyable. When she looked beyond the fact that Draco Malfoy was a horny, pompous bastard and had broken dozens of hearts before, he was indeed quite charming and amusing. She even found herself throwing a few dangerously flirty remarks which he either did not seem to catch or pretended not to have picked it up to save her from the cold hard reality that she was actually having a pleasant date, bullying him around the field.

She felt fingers stroking her cheek and turned to see Draco tucking a few wild strands of hair behind her ear. He beamed. "You're beautiful."

It was moments like those when she could see the sincerity in his eyes and in his graceful smile. It was those eyes that had triggered the subconscious spark in her gut that had made her turn back to him the day before by the river. And for a brief moment she could almost sense honesty, a trustworthiness emitting from him, which she could never grasp before. She felt this sudden urge to kiss him again, to breathe his presence…

Voices were heard and the substitutes for Ginny's team filed into the stadium, finding their seats in the stadium. She stared at them, her mind not completely functioning enough to explain to her why her substitutes were coming.

"GINNY!"

Ginny and Draco whipped their heads around to see both of their roommates storming into the stadium.

"GINNY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! WE HAVE PRACTICE IN 3 MINUTES AND THIS IS NO TIME TO BE GETTING LOVEY DOVEY WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND."

Ginny stared dumbly, her head still numb… then it slowly started coming together.

"SHIT!" Ginny screamed, jumping up. Draco copied her. "Why are you here?" he asked Drew.

"Uh… long story. I'll explain as we go to our room.

The four of them hurried off, Angelina chiding Ginny all the way outside the stadium as Drew whispered softly about Martin's orders.

By the time they had reached the hotel lobby, Michael Montage was already setting Martin's other orders to action.

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There we have it, a little corny trigger to something evil. Yes yes, EVIL. Things will get evil. I assure you.

Anyways, I'm very sorry for the very long hiatus.

I've really been making an effort to update this, for the past couple months maybe. But every time I open this window, everything just goes blank. I'd write like a sentence to a paragraph.

But then after all this time, it all accumulated and now it's so long and even I COULDN'T read the whole thing after reading that last sentence. So excuse me for my little mistakes that I couldn't correct because it was simply just too long and too dragged out and I really wanted to cut it and I probably could have cut a lot of it but see… it was too long for me to have to read and cut stuff out.

So um. I'm very sorry.

For the long, dragged out, corny, lame chapter.

And how I totally throw Michael Montage in there. Bah. It's horrible. This story is just going downhill but I have this whole plot line stuff planned out and I just don't know how to put it in words and I'm very sorry to all you guys and thank you so much for being very patient with me.

And it must have been even harder to read because I start where I left off basically and I haven't updated in such a long time that you probably had to reread the chapter before that and all to remember what this story was about and stuff.

And their banter's not too much interesting now because they're dating and Draco's not as mean.

But ah… I guess romance dulls life. Hehehe. I'm sorry, guys, that this was the best I can pull out my ass but as I promise every chapter, hopefully next chapter will be better. : )

So hopefully you'll all forgive me and review? Please?

Thanks, guys. I really very much love you. Very much.

(is it just me or are you seeing something from drew and Angelina?? ;)

-yay!