Ginny stroked the golden puppy, so small and soft in her arms.

" What should I call you?", she inquired. He looked up at her with big, brown eyes.

" We'll decide later. For now you'll be no-name." No-name whimpered a bit, as if pouting, but quickly barked in happiness as Ginny went toward the door. Ginny stared at No-name curiously, wondering why it was so happy. Then, she mentally smacked herself.

' Doi, Ginny! He's a dog! He likes walks! You know, going outside? Sheesh, what's wrong with you, Malfoy mess your brain?'

" Aw, shut up you weiner." Ginny muttered to her nasty-commenting brain. Huffing, she stormed outside, the screen door crashing on the poor puppy's face.

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" Gosh Ali, I dunno why I agreed to take art class with you!"

" Oh, it'll be fun!" Alison jumped up and down, her golden curls bouncing. Ginny stared at her, slightly amazed.

" Art? You never were interested!" Ginny exclaimed. Alison put her hands on her hips and said, " Ginny, I happen to love art! And, I might add, I'm quite talented too!" Ginny snorted.

"I'm sure doing your make-up doesn't count as art, dearest." Alison's eyes widened, and she gave a little squeak of disapproval, but she did not have time to answer, because at that moment, a hot blonde walked in the art room. Ginny sputtered for a moment, at a loss for words. She turned to look at Alison. The room was silent, Draco wearing a small smirk.

" Alison? It this why you came to art class?" Ginny whispered dangerously. Alison blinked her eyes rapidly, clearly trying to think of an answer.

'Say no!'

'No, say yes!'

'No, say 'what are you talking about?'

' I can't say no, she'll know I'm lying!'

' Make up a good excuse!'

" Erm…Yes", she squeaked. 'Smart, Alison, smart. Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd think all you cared about was make-up and clothes and…boys!'

Ginny promptly grabbed her things, and started to walk out. As she walked out though, a strong hand stopped her. Draco's gray eyes met her, full of amusement.

" No one leaves my classroom, Weasley." Ginny glared at him, giving him her special Don't-mess-with-me glare.

" Bite me." She snarled. Draco didn't look the slight bit frazzled, in fact, quite the contrary. What a weirdo he was! He liked being told off! But then again, this was Draco Malfoy…

" No, I don't think I want to bite you…You know, I might get sick?" Ginny smiled sarcastically, showing too many teeth.

:" Besides, if we have another row, you'll have to spend even more time with me…" he added quietly, so no one but she could hear. Ginny gulped at the thought of spending more time with the weirdo. It was then that Ginny realized that he still had his hands around her waist. Suddenly getting very nervous, she looked pointedly at him and said, " Let go of me, Ma—Mr. Malfoy…please." For a moment, Draco was about to burst out laughing, honestly, a Weasley saying the word ' please' to a Malfoy. However, years of training wouldn't allow him to do so. Instead, he whispered in her ear, seductively, watching her squirm.

" Are you sure you want me to?"

Ginny groaned inwardly. There it was, that voice again. That low, dangerous, sexy voice. Shuddering slightly, she muttered, " Yes…"

Draco shrugged and let her go. Everyone was still staring at them, eyes wide. She gave them all a weak smile. As Draco stepped on to the platform to teach, Alison whispered to Ginny, " Isn't he something?" Ginny nodded, absentmindedly.

" Today, in art, you will learn how to…how to…erm…how to draw!" Draco finished uncertainty clear in his voice. Several people rolled their eyes, and one had the audacity to mutter, " No duh." Draco wiped his brow before continuing.

" Now, who would like to demonstrate how to draw?" Draco asked. Ginny rolled her eyes at him and asked, " Um, aren't you supposed to teach us, Mr. Malfoy" Draco narrowed his eyes at the fiery red head.

" 10 points from Gry—" Draco stopped mid-sentence, remembering that this wasn't Hogwarts. Several people were staring at him queerly now, and Ginny was smirking at him.

"Er, what I meant was, 10 points from Ginny!" A tall, skinny boy with a heavy southern accent drawled, " What's the wanker talkin' 'bout?" Draco laughed uneasily then explained, " Oh, yes…What I'm saying is, we ought to start a…point system?" Now everyone was staring at him with bewilderment, except for Alison.

" He's got the best ideas!" She said out loud. Draco cracked a cocky grin at her, leaving her swooning. Ginny felt sick, and seriously considered leaving.

" Now, observe."

He took a pencil and started scratching away at the sketchbook. Everyone leaned this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of what he was drawing.

After 5 minutes, he lifted the sketchbook up. On it was a very poorly drawn stick figure with tufts of blonde hair and gray eyes, his stick hands thrown up in…triumph. Next to him, was a very poorly drawn stick girl, with strands of red hair, a spear sticking out of it.

" Ugh!" Ginny groaned. How rude! It was obvious who it was. Grinding her teeth in anger, she shot up her hand. Smirking, Draco called on her.

" Yes, Virginia?"

" Mr. Malfoy, am I right in saying that that is a demonstration of a very primitive cave painting?" She inquired innocently. Draco turned slightly pink, but not brilliant red, like Ginny was.

" Oh yes, in fact, it was. Now, why don't you come up here and draw something?" Draco smiled sweetly at Ginny, secretly cursing her for being so…witty.

She opened her mouth to protest, but many students were mouthing, ' Go on!'.

Muttering under her breath, she made her way up the podium and snatched the pencil out of Draco Malfoy's fist.

When she was done, she moved aside to show everyone her picture. There were 5 stick figures, 3 boys, 2 girls. One was a boy with black hair, one with red, and another with blonde. The girl in the middle had red hair also, and the taller girl next to her had brown hair. The blonde boy was on the floor, bleeding, obviously dying. A speech bubble sprouted out from the standing four.

' HAHAHA!', it read. Ginny smiled with satisfaction as Draco flushed a bit more.

" Alright then, enough demonstrating, get on with your own cave painting now!" Draco shouted at the excited crowd. They gathered at the tables, and began drawing. Alison sat next to Ginny, chattering excitedly about what she was drawing about.

" Have you heard the news? Marie has a boyfriend! I'm so proud of her! Now, when we get home, we have to give her a make-over, oh it'll be so fun, Gin!" Ginny wasn't listening. She was smiling dreamily at the fact that she had made Draco Malfoy blush. It was almost fun, their little feud. Absentmindedly, she began drawing something.

'He's not that bad…I mean, he is handsome. No, wait, he's a git! But god, that sexy voice…'

" Whatcha drawing, Weasley?", drawled a cold voice from behind her. Ginny whirled around to see Draco looming over her shoulder, trying to see what she had drawn.

Ginny looked at her picture, and gasped at what she drew. There was a perfect replica of Draco Malfoy's face. Everything was there, the slight twinkle in his eyes when he teased her, yet that mysterious expression he always wore, down to his soft blonde hair, slightly tousled, and falling in his eyes. Quickly, she covered it up and blushed.

" Nothing." Draco looked slightly suspicious, so she added,

" Why should I tell you anyway?" Draco shrugged.

" You're a queer Weasel. A queer, poor, dirty, ugly, wait, what was my point?" Ginny clenched her fists, and frowned.

" And you wanna know what you are?" she asked threateningly.

" Yes, I'm dying to know what peasants think of me." Draco muttered, faking a yawn. Ginny ignored him and continued her lecture.

" You are an albino, pedantic sadist!" Ginny said, poking him hard in the chest. Draco pretended to be deeply hurt.

" Ouch, Weasel, that hurt. By the way, you forgot 'drop dead gorgeous, and witty.'" Ginny stamped her foot in frustration.

" God, act your age, Malfoy!" Draco pouted a little.

" But I don't wanna!" Ginny narrowed her eyes so much so that they looked like slits.

" Hmm. Weasley, if you have bad vision, you ought to get glasses. " Ginny didn't answer, her nostrils merely flared.

" Oh, that's a wicked trait. Do your nostrils always flare when you're around someone handsome?" Ginny turned beet red, and Draco laughed, knowing he had gotten to her.

" I'm going." Ginny mumbled to him.

" Your going?"

" Isn't that what I said? You ought to get hearing aids." Ginny smirked slightly, happy that she was back in the game of ' The Weasel and Ferret Feud'.

" My hearing is fine, Weasley, thanks for your concern though."

" Good-bye, Virginia." He had whispered into her ear again, using that same, low, dangerous, sexy voice. Oh, god how she hated it! Yet, how she loved it. It was so…enticing. But, of course Ginny ignored it. So, she walked out of the room along with a few other students, into the raining day, muttering something about, " Sexy ferrets."

A/N: Sorry I didn't update for awhile…Skool sux! Ne ways, pleez review!