Quick A/N: LOL, yes I know I asked the same thing about, 'What if we make her die while they're

Quick A/N: LOL, yes I know I asked the same thing about, 'What if we make her die while they're

still bound together??' and Sierra who made up the spell was like, 'Do you really think Aoria

would let any person, no matter how awful, be stuck to a corpse?' So I guess you have to be

alive for the spell to work, so lets hope Ginny or Draco doesn't decide to go suicidal on us all and

launch themselves off the tower. ^.^

Chapter Six: Realization

The next few days passed very quickly for the two. And somehow, neither Draco nor Ginny could say anything to the other. They would, nod at one another whenever they'd catch eyes, but as of late, the over all weirdness was just too strong. And it was driving them both mad.

Draco had mentally beaten himself the night he kissed Ginny. Over and over he could hear his father berating on how worthless he was, on how muggle loving fools were lower than him. Then he kissed Ginny. Daughter to a muggle lover, friend to muggle lovers, and even friends to muggle themselves. He kissed one. The child hood lectures raced through his head, the scolding and beatings he received when he was caught playing with a muggle boy at the park his parents used to take him to.

He really didn't know what pushed him to do that, to kiss Ginny Weasley. Perhaps it was because she looked so damned cute with her hair a disarray, her face flushed, her lips in a pout... Draco glanced over at Ginny who sat beside him in Divination. The other Slytherin's still jeered when she entered the classroom. Pansy, who still insisted on sitting in front of him or near him, enjoyed glaring at Ginny while attempting a conversation with Draco. Crabbe and Goyle sat to his right, side by side, the glazed look coming over their eyes.

Draco really disliked Divination. Not only because the whole fact that he couldn't see anything or predict if his life depended on it, but because the teacher was a dingbat. The room made him dizzy, and her voice sounded as though she had just woken up. About right then, he would be taking a good nap, but he just wasn't tired this day. No, he was too busy glancing at Ginny who seemed very interested in writing down notes.

Draco leaned over toward her to peer at what she was writing. Ginny didn't notice, too busy scribbling something down in her messy writing.

"'What the hell is this lunatic talking about?'" Draco read out loud.

Ginny jumped in her seat before turning to Draco. "Don't read my notes," she said covering them her hands.

"Those are notes?" Draco chuckled, but he moved back to his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile, and continue her writing. Pansy, however, wasn't amused at all.

"Why do you talk to that filth?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. She tossed her hair, eyeing Ginny haughtily. "You'd think that you actually like being around her,"

Draco saw Ginny stiffen and raise her head at the older girl. "Shut up, Pansy." Draco snapped.

Pansy looked surprised and even Crabbe and Goyle managed a grunt to show their shock as well.

"You do like her don't you?" Pansy sneered. "Why lower yourself to such a level, Draco?"

Draco glared icily at her, shutting her mouth. Ginny was breathing hard, while gripping the edge of the table so hard, her knuckles were white.

"You know Pansy," Ginny said, looking up at the Slytherin girl with almost uncontrolled anger reflecting in her eyes. "We still have that unfinished business. It seems you're asking it to be finished now,"

Pansy snorted, but didn't respond.

The rest of Divination passed without another word, except for the occasional glances between Draco and Ginny. Pansy saw them all.

~

Ginny tapped her foot against the marble floor outside Professor McGonagall's classroom, waiting for Draco. The Professor had to speak to him about the class and requested Ginny waited outside. Draco had done the spell for her and nodded before she left. He had only talked to her at Divination, after that he seemed to have not wanted to speak anymore.

"Well, well Weasley," Pansy's voice echoed down the empty hall. Ginny looked up to see Pansy flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. It's like seeing the girl version of Draco Malfoy, Ginny thought amused.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked, trying her best to look bored. She wasn't afraid of Pansy, she knew she was a coward, but Crabbe and Goyle were a different matter. She had seen them try to curse Hermione before, so she knew they wouldn't hesitate at her.

"You were talking about that unfinished business?" Pansy smirked.

"You know very well I was talking about you and me," Ginny said, staring at them, trying to imitate Draco's distached and very bored stare. "There was nothing to mention with those two ape's you have behind you."

The two boys grumbled and glared at her with their beady eyes, under their bushy eyebrows. Pansy not deterred just smiled.

"There were no rules set," she pointed out.

"Common sense I believe," Ginny retorted, pushing herself from the wall.

"So you're backing out?" Pansy asked gleefully.

"You wish," Ginny smirked and drew her wand. She knew there was no way she would be able to win this fight. Not with the odds out of her favor. The three Slytherin's drew their wands from their own pockets and leveled them at her.

"What's going on here?" Draco asked stepping out of the classroom. Seeing Ginny and her wand, his eyes immediately moved to where she was pointing. His look of surprise changed to a 'Oh it's you guys,' before closing the door.

"Just getting this pest off your back," Pansy told him.

"Pansy, I don't need your help with anything," Draco laughed. "The only pest I need off my back at this moment is you."

Pansy flushed, and raised her wand to curse Ginny, but she was faster.

"Confundo!" Ginny cried, and hit Pansy with the curse.

Whatever spell she was planning on using was foiled, because she instantly swayed on her feet and directed the spell at Goyle, who cried in outrage. The three of them continued to fight as Draco and Ginny snuck past them.

Neither Crabbe, Goyle, or Pansy were in any of their classes later that evening, much to their delight. Ginny even shared what happened with her brother and his friends, who laughed despite that Draco was standing beside them. They all had seemed to come to a mutual agreement, while the spell lasted, they wouldn't talk to one another.

As they made their way up the stairs to the common room, Harry touched Ginny's shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Ginny looked at him and then to Draco.

"I'll be in the room in one moment," she said softly to Draco.

She, Draco, and Harry halted at the turn in the hallway, to the left would lead to her and Draco's room, and to continue straight, the Gryffindor Tower. Ginny said the spell and waved as Harry led her away.

Draco stood there a moment, looking thoughtful, before turning and going to the room.

~

"I never got to talk to you about that night on Christmas," Harry said, stopping just short of the portrait. Ginny looked down, knowing that she had purposely avoided him to avoid the discussion he was now starting.

"What's there to say?" she asked, looking up. Harry looked surprised at her response and studied her closely.

"Are you trying to say what you were saying to me out there didn't have to do anything about me at all?" Harry asked.

"No, it was at the time, but now I really don't know," Ginny shook her head. "I got my answer, but I'm not sure if I trust it."

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Why'd you kiss me Harry?" Ginny asked, looking him in the eye. "Was there any real feeling in that? Or was it just to keep me from going back to Draco."

She saw him wince when she said Draco's name, her eyes narrowed and arms crossed. "You just didn't want me to go to him did you?"

Harry stared at her for a long moment before looking away. "A part of me didn't want you to go back to...him. But that kiss wasn't just to distract you Ginny, I did it because...well..." he trailed off, struggling for the right words to say. "That's how I felt for you at the moment. It was the only thing I could think of to express that."

Ginny looked at him doubtfully. "What about all those other moments?" she asked softly, her arms falling to her side. "Why did you chose now?"

Harry looked confused, "I'm not sure."

"It's because of Draco," Ginny said, mostly to herself. "He was right."

"What are you talking about, Ginny?" Harry asked, his green eyes reflecting the confusion on his face.

"Draco had told me, he knew," Ginny shook her head, and glared at Harry. "You're only paying attention to me because you're afraid I won't be looking at you any longer. Afraid my eyes will wander?"

"That's not it at all Ginny-" Harry started but was cut off.

"It is," Ginny felt her heart fall. That little faithful part of her mind cringed at Ginny's logical answer, but no condolence came from it. "I can't talk with you anymore right now," she said, then practically ran away from Harry to her room. She paused outside the door, glancing down the hall to see if Harry had followed. After a moment, she opened the door.

The lights were off, the curtains drawn, and a dark form, which was Draco, lye still on his bed. Ginny was too distraught at the moment to bother with the lights, she moved to her trunk and stripped off her robe and tie, then tossed them into the trunk. She left her dress shirt on, not bothering to change into her nightgown. Under her covers she gritted her teeth thinking of how Draco had been right all along. She was a brainless chit, a naive little girl, a...a...gullible girl who couldn't realize when someone was playing along with her. Hot tears crept down the side of her face, tickling as they went. She wiped them away furiously and closed her eyes tight. She only wanted to sleep and forget it.

~

Draco sat up quickly in the middle of the night, his sleep disturbed by some memory. Taking a shuddering breath, he ran his hand through his messy hair, trying hard to recollect what it was. It had been urgent, his mind had been screaming for him to wake up, to do whatever it was that was so important.

He had gone in the room to wait for Ginny to come back, but he found he was too tired. So after getting ready for bed, he shut the curtains and turned of the lights. He'd meant to stay awake a bit longer to see when she came back, but he'd fallen asleep the instant his head had hit the pillow. He hadn't woken up whenever she had arrived, seeing her sleeping in her bed fitfully.

Draco frowned when he remember why Ginny was so late arriving back. Potter had held her back, wanting to speak to her about their little incident in the hall no doubt. He couldn't help but wonder what he had said to her and more what she said to him. Draco almost nudged her awake to ask so but he knew it would be stupid if he did. Knowing her she'd tell him to mind his own business and then he would respond in kind and another argument would start.

He smirked; he knew how the two of them would act together a bit too well. Spending nearly half a year together can do that to you. Heck, he'd been around Crabbe and Goyle since his first year and he still didn't understand the goons. He'd been around Ginny for only four months and he could predict how she would respond to almost any situation. Except when if he kissed her.

Automatically, the mental scolding began again, but he had wanted to kiss her again. For one thing, she hadn't responded at all when he had surprised her by it. Of course it was only a very quick one, done more out of a spontaneous act and a bit of anger. He didn't even know if she enjoyed it, which for some reason disturbed him. Draco was a good kisser. He'd kissed many girls, mainly the daughters of his father's associates. His father often used Draco to get on good terms with powerful and influential wizards. It had bothered him at first, but that feeling passed and he reminded himself that he would be used as such for any gain his father could get out of him.

The weight of weariness fell on him again, and he lay back down. He fell asleep again, forgetting that he had to remember something direly important.

Draco woke again, not much later, to a strange feeling. Automatically he looked to his left, checking for Ginny. Her bed was unmade, but she wasn't sleeping in it anymore. He sat up quickly with a rustle of blankets and looked around the room. He spotted her standing by the window; she had pulled the curtains back and opened the window. Her arms leaned against the window still, her face tilted upwards staring up at the stars. The light of the moon shone down on her, the same blue tint Draco had seen that Christmas night, giving her and the surroundings a surreal look.

He let out a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding. The light made the shirt she was wearing almost transparent; he could see quite well the shape of her body. The garment only reached just above her knees...and in her ignorance, the tranquillity of her look, made her look all the more attractive. Draco stood and walked over besides her, causing her to look away briefly.

"I couldn't sleep," she said softly, her eyes moving back to the sky.

Draco didn't answer, he watched her for a second then looked to where she stared. They sat there a long moment, each thinking about what troubled them. Ginny, her predicament with her feelings, and Draco on what he needed to remember.

"It's almost New Years," Ginny said studying the sky. "You can tell by the moon."

"New Years?" Draco asked, and something in his memory flickered. "When is that?"

"Two days," Ginny smiled, "Well tomorrow. New Years Day is in two days."

Draco was silent. It had to do with the New Year he knew, but what? Ginny continued talking but he wasn't paying attention anymore. He had it, whatever it was, but not quite.

"I have until New years..." Draco said. Ginny looked at him.

"What?"

Draco swore, causing Ginny to look at him in shock.

"Ginny, we have to get this spell broken now or get out of here fast," Draco said frantically.

"What are you talking about?"

"How can we become allies, Ginny? Like right this second, anything."

"Draco...I think you need to lay down." Ginny looked at him with concern. She reached out her hand and felt his forehead. "Are you sick?"

Draco took her hand and looked her straight in the eye, forcing himself to calm down. "Trust me Ginny, you want to end the spell now, now please help me out. How we can break it."

"We become allies?" Ginny said slowly, "or love, I'm not sure I understand that part. I assume we just have to get along,"

Draco was silent, thinking carefully, "But we have gotten along and we're still stuck together. Something's not working, are you hiding something?"

"No!" Ginny said, pulling her hand from his.

"What's with the attitude?" Draco asked, a small grin forming on his face. "You are, what is it?"

"I'm not hiding anything," Ginny said, "Are you?"

"No..." Draco said, wondering if harboring his feelings would count as hiding something. Deep down, he knew it was, but he didn't want to admit it, he refused to admit it. She would laugh, he thought bitterly. It's Potter she wants. "How did it go with Potter by the way?"

"Fine," Ginny said shortly, she turned away from him.

"That's all?"

"That's all I have to say to you about it," Ginny snapped, making sure her face was hidden from his view. She didn't want to see how upset she was over what she had realized.

"Liar,"

"You know, us fighting isn't going to get the spell broken. That's what you want right?" Ginny asked bitterly.

"That's true, but I'm not looking for a fight. I'm curious." Draco pointed out. Inside he was bitterly jealous of Harry, how Ginny would take time out to just talk to him.

Ginny didn't say anything for a long time, she seemed to be thinking. Just as Draco was about to ask again she said, "You were right."

"Hmm?"

"About Harry, he only paid attention to me because I was around you. I guess the thought of me being around you threatened him in some way." Ginny sighed. "And you were right. I was naive, a brainless chit, whatever you called me. I just refused to see it. I didn't want to see it."

Draco was stunned. When it became obvious he wouldn't respond she kept going.

"For a while I doubted how I felt about him, I always told myself that it was silly to be waiting around for Harry to realize how I felt about him. But I always told myself to wait, that it would take time." she paused. "And it did, of course it's not what I wanted, but that's my luck."

"Are you actually admitting that I was right, Ginny," Draco teased trying to lighten the situation.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, "Hell's officially frozen over," she sighed.

"So it's broken," Draco said relieved.

"Only one way to find out," Ginny said, and she began to move across the room, away from him. For a moment, both thought it had worked, but then Draco was being dragged back toward Ginny.

"Maybe not," Draco frowned.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"I told you what was upsetting me, now it's your turn." Ginny smirked. Draco gave her a hard look. "It's your fault this isn't broken, and you're the one who wants it to be broken so fast."

Draco stared at her for a long moment, digging inside of himself for something to tell her. The spell wouldn't take a lie, though she would, and it was important to be unbound...

"I'm not sure," Draco said finally, feeling very stupid. "What's going on with me."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, doing her best impression of him. He shook his head, "I'm serious," he said.

Ginny's face became solemn, "Sorry," she managed to keep a straight face for about two seconds before a grin broke over her face.

"Never mind," Draco groaned.

"No I'm serious! I want to know Draco," Ginny pleaded.

"The past few months," Draco said after a moment. "Everything has been really..." he trailed off, seeming to be searching for the right word.

"Weird, freaky, strange?" Ginny put in.

"Yes, sort of," Draco managed a crooked grin. "You don't think so?"

Ginny looked thoughtfully at him; "Well one thing that really was strange to me was what happened recently. I'm standing in front of this guy, all right? And I had just gotten in this huge argument with him and I was crying and yelling at him. You know what? He kissed me,"

Draco had figured out what she was talking about, halfway through her speech. He was avoiding her searching look that he could feel on him.

"Do you understand that? I thought this guy hated my guts, and then he kisses me."

Something in his eyes flickered, "So it meant nothing?" he asked coldly.

"I'm not sure," Ginny replied. Draco sneered at her and began to move away, but she grabbed his arm. When he started to pull away, she tightened her grip. "But I thought of him when Harry kissed me, and that made me pull away."

~

Harry had been awake long after the rest of the castle was asleep. He really felt like an ass, because Ginny was partially right. He'd always harbored feelings for her because one, he was never that well at admitting his feelings toward the opposite sex. He still winced whenever he thought of his attempt at Cho.

It was his fault that he let her hanging around Draco get to him. Since he knew she like him, and he liked her, it was never really a problem. But then, he didn't let her know what he thought, which probably confused her and screwed it up with him even more.

Now she was beyond pissed off at him.

Super.

Harry had crawled quietly from his bed and grabbed his cloak out of his trunk before he knew what he was doing. He had to talk to Ginny, to let her know what had really been happening. Not whatever Malfoy had brainwashed her into believing.

~

"You were thinking of me when you kissed Potter?" Draco asked warily.

"Yes," Ginny said, suddenly embarrassed.

Draco inwardly grinned, Potter would never know that his object of admiration had been thinking about his arch-enemy as they snogged. The best feeling of all, which rose above that fact about Potter, was that, it felt that a great weight had lifted from his shoulders and chest. They both admitted something they didn't want to about one another.

"Is that all you have to say about this?" Ginny asked quietly. While Draco had been thinking, Ginny had been doing her own. More along the lines of frantic, what the heck was I thinking, telling Draco Malfoy that! And oh god, he's going to laugh at me, why'd I say that? Stupid Ginny! Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Draco was startled by the question, and he was quiet a long moment before answering, "I'm not sure what I could say."

"Are you glad?" Ginny asked quickly. She felt herself flush. There you go acting like a silly girl. God Ginny, how do you live acting like this?

Glad? Hell, Draco didn't know what to say. "That I could tell this to Potter and perhaps crush his fragile heart? Yes,"

"That's not what I meant," Ginny said, frowning.

"I know," Draco chuckled.

"You're avoiding answering me," Ginny pouted, "You haven't given me a straight answer,"

"And you're taking it," he smirked.

"Not anymore, what are you hiding?" Ginny asked, stepping toward him.

"Nothing important, Ginny," Draco said.

Ginny moved passed him, going for the door out of the room. As she began to be pulled back, she looked at him skeptically. When she stopped in front of them, she watched him carefully.

"Why'd you kiss me?" she asked. "Is that it? You kissed me for some reason,"

"I don't need a reason to kiss a girl."

"With this one you do," Ginny said, half joking.

Draco grinned, or winced, it was hard to tell even though it was slowly getting lighter outside. He looked away from her, to the light that hinted dawn, a troubled look passed over his face.

"Being stuck by your side for so many months," Draco said, watching the light with a sort of dread. "I'm thinking about you in ways I thought inhumanly possible."

That was as much as he would say he couldn't bring himself to say anything more. Not so openly as she had done. And damn it all, he could feel himself wanting to blush. He never blushed over a girl, and to do it over Ginny Weasley...

He didn't expect Ginny to understand what he had said though. The shorter red haired girl was somehow not surprised that he had answered in that elusive way. In the quiet of dawn, she processed the words, looking and finding the hidden meaning.

Draco felt her hand on his chest and he looked at her in surprise. She was blushing, her gaze down. "What-" he started but stopped when he realized what she was doing. Lifting her head, her amber eyes dark, she kissed him.

Ginny's heart was pounding so hard she was afraid he could hear it. When she touched him, she had only meant to get his attention, so she could agree and tell him her feelings. And this urge to kiss him, so strong that quiet, mild mannered Ginny kissed a boy. Her first kiss that she initiated. Later on she would congratulate herself; she did it quite well.

His lips were cool, and slightly chapped. She had seen him licking them when he talked to her, only when he was nervous or frustrated. Both hands were resting on his bare chest, pressing against them slightly to help balance herself (she was a good deal smaller than him, and she had to stand on her tip toes to reach him), she felt her knees shake when his hands dropped to her waist. He lowered her to the ground, bending his head so she wouldn't have to reach up to him.

Perhaps the kiss would have lasted longer, but neither of them would have found out. For right then, the door crashed open. Ginny sprang away at the noise, her eyes wide.

The light emanating from an upheld wand blinded her for a moment, but before she could make out who it was, she heard Draco's voice, hard and cold.

"Father,"

A/N:

Thanks to…

AliEnChiCk, MochaButterfly (G/D rox), w&m_law (hehe…happy dancing. You so silly), Tessie, Princess of Mordor, Spazzer Monkey, Dauphin (sorry bout that, hehe ^_^), medea (thank you very much! That was a great help!!), Lily Katherine O'Connor (woohoo sugar quills!), pyrobunnie (I know hehe, he's just so kissable :-b), Segev, *~*GinnyPotter*~*, Meagan Malfoy, Abienne Dawning, josephine, Apocalypse, Adolfina, judith.c., MsV2U, Dewi, MG