" Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Ma-"

Irritated, Draco turned around to see Ms. Welch scurrying over to him. Her hair was messy, and she was panting.

" Mr. Malfoy, I'd like to inform you that we have found your first punishment.", she started, looking at him apprehensively. Draco laughed silently. The old bat was scared of him. Well, of course she had every reason to be, after all, he was so charismatic.

"And that would be…?", he asked airily, a lazy expression about him.

" Well, since our cook has left on emergency, and we have no other replacement, you and Virginia are to erm, whip up something?", she finished uncertainly. Draco's heart sank. Cook? As in measure-the-right-ingredients-and-put-them-in-a-bowl-and-stir type of thing? Anger along with panic boiled up in him, as he fully realized what this meant.

" Cook? What the hell am I supposed to do!!! I CAN'T cook!", he cried, sounding very angry. Draco Malfoy did not cook like some commoner. At this, Ms. Welch seemed to get angry also, and she put her hands on her wide hips, and frowned, which caused her to go red.

" Mr. Malfoy, this is PRECISELY why this is your punishment! I am aware that you do not know how to cook, although I'm quite sure Virginia does, and you will have to cooperate to feed the camp! And then perhaps you will learn how to work together. There is no other choice!" Draco gulped. Boy this was stupid. Why did the stupid cook have to leave on emergency? It couldn't have been that important. By now, his mood was even worse; it had gone from Really Bad, to I'm-Gonna-Kill-The-Next-Person-I-See bad. He was hoping it was Ginny.

" And please inform Virginia of these arrangements."

As he angrily stomped away to go tell Ginny, only one thought came to mind: 'At least I can let my anger out on the annoying Weasel…' But somehow, even that thought didn't seem very inviting.

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Ginny sat on her bed, petting No-Name.

"You're a little sweetie pie, yes you are!", she crooned, snuggling it close to her. He stared back at her, his big brown eyes looking so kind and innocent.

" Aw, what a cu—", Ginny yawned, suddenly feeling very tired. She fell limp on her warm, soft bed, and holding No-Name close to her.

" I feel *yawn *, so tired!", she commented. Pulling the covers over her, she lay down and fell asleep.

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A few minutes later, there was a loud rapping at the door, with a very good-looking blonde looking furiously in the window.

" Weasley! Open up! Open! OPEN THE FREAKING DOOR!", he screamed, his voice getting hoarse. Why was the damn girl not opening the door? Frustrated, he leaned against it to think.

'Hmm…Perhaps there's a chance that the door is…open?', the nasty voice in his head said sarcastically.

'That's ridiculous! Why the hell would they leave the door unlocked?', he asked, feeling even more irritated.

'Oh, I don't know maybe cuz…there's no FREAKIN keyhole?', the nasty voice replied. Sheesh. Why did it have to be right? Draco tugged at the door, and sure enough, it opened.

Wow, he was dumb.

He stepped inside the cabin, and found it deserted.

"Weasel? Weasel!", he yelled. No answer. As he turned to look around, he spotted a lump on one of the beds. He flipped over the covers, and there lay Virginia Weasley, asleep, slightly drooling on her flower patterned pillow.

'Eww…how gross! I bet she's dreaming about me…'' Draco smirked at the thought.

'And what is that lump that she's clutching? Perhaps a picture of me?' , he mused. Yes, he did find amusement in such little things. He bent lower to investigate what it was.

" My dog?!", he shrieked, slightly alarmed. He chuckled.

'Ah, close enough, knew she had something of mine!'

Yes, Draco was full of himself.

" WEASLEY!!!!!!!!", he screeched, shaking her shoulders. Her eyes flew open.

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****' Hey baby!' Draco cried, running toward her with open arms.

'Oh, Draco!', she sighed, loving the warmth she felt as he held her. He held her tight against his body.

' Oh, Draco…', she murmured, so happy.

' I will always love you, my feisty Ginny.' he whispered to her, his voice soft and so caring.

Ginny looked up and stroked his perfect hair, and his perfect skin. He looked like an angel right about now, just looking back at her like that. Ginny closed her eyes, as their faces came closer, and closer, waiting for the sweet kiss…

'WEASLEY!!!!!!' What was Draco doing? Was her brother here? She opened her eyes. ****

A pair of intense gray eyes stared back at her.

" AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!", she shouted, jumping about a foot. She scrambled out of bed, still very alarmed. What was Malfoy doing here?

" W-what t-the f-fuck are you d-doing h-here!", she asked, shaking like a mad woman. Draco chuckled.

" My, my, we are shaken up aren't we? For your information, I came to tell you something, and instead, I found you sleeping." Ginny looked down at the floor, feeling slightly sheepish.

" D'you have sweet dreams?" he mocked nastily. " Did you dream about me?" Ginny looked at him, her eyes wide. She let out a, " Eep!" before shaking her head vigorously. Could he read minds too? Draco frowned, slightly suspicious at her queer behavior-then again, she was always queer; her whole family was.

" So, anyway, what the hell are you doing with my dog?" he asked. Ginny blinked, confused at the blonde boy.

" Excuse me? Why would I do anything to your dog?" she asked as if he were stupid. Sighing, Draco pointed to the now awake puppy, wagging his tail excitedly. Ginny stared. Boy, this day kept getting weirder.

" That's your dog?", she asked, very, very bewildered. Draco nodded, feeling slightly pissed that she didn't believe him.

" Why wouldn't he be?" he asked testily. Ginny shrugged,

" Because, No-name is SO sweet and nice, while you-well, you're evil." she finished, as if she were merely stating the facts—which, she was.

" So, gimme my dog back,", he growled, not looking at her. Ginny frowned, before shaking her head.

" I don't think so." she said.

" What?" he asked, his tone a dangerously low one.

" I said, ' I don't think so.' get hearing aids, Malfoy, I'm sure you could afford them.", she said rather scathingly.

" Give. Me. My. Dog. Now." he breathed. Ginny pondered whether or not she should, for he was getting rather angry.

Brown eyes met gray as they stared at each other, their eyes slowly narrowing.

"Agh! I am in NO mood today for petty staring contests! Can ya see my eye twitching there? Can ya?" Draco asked, pointing harshly at his right eye. Ginny cringed, slightly disturbed at Draco's question.

"Er, no…" she muttered, staring intently at his eye. Draco's shoulders slumped.

" Oh. Well, anyway, you get the idea: I'm stressed, so don't mess with me…just go away…" he muttered.

" Is that how you get rid of your problems? Tell it to go away?" Ginny asked.

" Weasley…" Draco warned. Ginny gulped at the slightly dangerous edge in his eyes.

" Er, right then, here's your-your bloody dog." Ginny said quietly, shoving the puppy in his face.
Draco looked taken aback at the sudden movement, and he staggered backward slightly. Straightening himself immediately, he took his hand and smoothed his hair back, although it fell back in place.

" Alright then, be at the cafeteria by 5:00." he mumbled, before staggering out of the cabin. As soon as he was out of her sight, he scowled. He felt so stupid, for being so…un-Draco-ish. The normal Draco would have yelled and forcefully taken back his dog. The normal Draco wouldn't have lost his cool as he did. But something about the girl made him feel all funny. Groaning in frustration, he slowly trotted back to his cabin in the swelteringly hot day.

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"5:01! She's late!" Draco scoffed haughtily at the air. He sat on the table near by, quite bored, waiting for the red-head to come. Outside, the sun still shone bright yellow, the sky a wonderful blue. He slumped down in his chair in a very un-Malfoy-ish way and stared at the fluffy clouds, slowly moving as the wind pushed them.

"Hmm, that one looks like an elephant!" he murmured, as he watched the elephant shaped cloud.

" And would ya look at that! That one looks exactly like Ginny when she's pissed off!" Draco shouted quite loudly. He chuckled a bit, and he glared back at the Ginny shaped cloud.

" Ha Ha. I'm laughing." a dull voice commented from behind him. Draco whirled around in his chair gracefully, and flashed her his most charming smile.

" Hello Weasley!", he chirped, getting up from his chair. Ginny couldn't help but blush beet red as he smiled his charming smile.

" Hello. Now, c'mon, we have some serious cooking to do." Ginny said, leading him toward the kitchen doors. The kitchen was quite big, with many stoves and ovens, and even a microwave. Pots and pans hung from the walls, each of them gleaming. It was impressive at how immaculately clean it was, everything sparkled.

"Ah, you're here!" a voice exclaimed. Ms. Welch stepped away from the stove to greet them.

"Well, it doesn't really matter what you make, just make sure it's enough to feed 100. Oh, and here's a cookbook, " Ms. Welch smiled brightly, before walking out, her shoes clacking on the tile floor.

Ginny stared at the task ahead of her, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. 100? She did know how to cook, but still…100? Closing her eyes, she nodded in determination, and opened them again, looking straight at Draco's sullen face.

" Alright, let's get to work!" Ginny's voice rang. Sound filled the kitchen as she began unhooking the pots and pans form the walls.

" So. How the hell are we supposed to do this?", Draco sighed. Ginny shrugged, and began flipping through the cookbook lazily, yawning once in a while. Draco stared at her, surprised at her relaxed disposition.

" Hmm… We should decide what to make?"

" Ah…" Draco murmured. His shoulders slumped as he leaned against the wall.

" This is stupid." he commented, his voice slightly whiny. Ginny rolled her eyes at him.

" Nah, really? And here I was, thinking you were ecstatic about it!" Ginny teased. Draco shot death glares at her, before crossing his arms in a pout. He started to stare at the floor, his gray eyes hooded. He stood there, against the wall, just standing. This irritated Ginny immensely.

" Move your lazy arse!" Ginny yelled at him, kicking him lightly. Draco merely smirked.

" What if I don't want to? Why don't you do all the work?" he asked, his eyes challenging. Draco mentally patted himself on the back for such a good idea. Why not let the Weasel do all that work? Smirking, he patiently waited for her reaction.

" Me? I, Virginia Weasley, do all the work by myself, while you, Draco Malfoy, watch me do all the work?" she asked, her eyes crossed very unattractively. She was hunched over, slowly making her way toward Draco. Draco didn't know anyone that could look so intimidating…other than himself. He almost ran out of the kitchens, but he controlled himself and hid his startled emotions.

" Yes…that does seem about right." Draco agreed. Ginny was now merely a centimeter away from him, though the tip of her head barely came up to his nose. He could smell her hair; he could smell the wonderful coconut-y smell. He breathed deeply, immensely enjoying the scent. He was drifting off to another world, when his thoughts were interrupted.

" Hello?", a very angry red-head shrieked. Draco's eyes snapped open, fixing his steel colored eyes on Ginny.

" What?", he snapped. Ginny stamped her foot in frustration.

" Arg, you're so bloody difficult!" Draco half smiled in amusement as he watched her glare at him.

" You." Ginny poked him in the chest. " Better. Get. Your. Ass. Over. There." she said, her usually calm brown eyes cold and full of anger.

Draco had to admit he shrank back a bit, who wouldn't? Here he was, against the wall, and here she was; a angry, very feisty red-head, giving him a killer death glare.

'Ha. Now I've seen it all! You, a Malfoy, scared of a measly Weasley!', a voice taunted nastily.

'Nuh uh!', Draco protested to the little voice.

'Then prove It, by showing her whose boss.'

Draco nodded, hardly believing himself he could get even the TINIEST bit intimidated by her. Gulping, he opened his mouth to say something, but he found he had lost his voice. He couldn't speak, he could only stare at her red, angry face and imagine what would become of him if he 'showed her who was boss'. He shut his mouth, cleared his throat, and opened it again.

" N-", Draco stopped, cringing as her glare went up a notch.

" Er, alright then." Draco muttered sullenly. Ginny immediately beamed.

" Knew you'd see it my way." Then, to Draco's surprise, Ginny smirked an exact replica of his own I'm-better-than-you smirk that he did so well.

" Don't do that.", he growled, now feeling very grumpy. Ginny smiled at him.

" Don't do what?" she countered. Draco glared at the cookbook in front of him.

" Don't smirk."

" You smirk all the time." Draco scowled, feeling very annoyed with the girl.

" Well, miss I-have-to-talk-back-every-time, that smirk happens to be copyrighted to the Malfoy family, and-" here Draco paused for affect. " Unfortunately, you, Virginia Weasley, is not part of the Malfoy family, no matter how much she wishes to be." Draco finished with a flourish, waving his hand and putting on his superior look. He expected the little red fireball to lunge at him, but she didn't. Unexpectedly, she burst out laughing.

" Ha!", she guffawed, now clutching her stomach. She kept on laughing, her sweet laughter filling the room. Secretly, seeing her laugh like so wanted to make Draco laugh also, but the fact that she made him want to laugh made his evil side angry, so he was scowling. Does that make sense…?

" What're you laughing at?", Draco growled, sounding like a bull dog, although he looked much hotter than a bull dog.

" You-*laugh *", she started. Then, she winced, while still laughing, and clutched her stomach almost painfully, gasping for breath.

" Ahhh-I-can't-breath-my-tummy-hurts!!", she yelped. At this, she crumpled to the floor, still clutching her stomach, still laughing.

" * choke * Help-I-can't-stop-lau-laughing!", she breathed. Draco's scowl was replaced by a smug look, seeing her at such a silly state. He waited in amusement for her to calm down, tapping his foot impatiently. Finally, after a few minutes, Ginny had finally stopped laughing, and was now sitting on the floor, breathing deeply, catching her breath.

" Ah, sweet air!" she cried. Draco rolled his eyes.

" You are a queer child, you know that?" Draco asked. Ginny shrugged.

" I'm here, and I'm queer and there's no need to fear!" she replied. Draco's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

" Right…"

Ginny stood up, and smiled, looking around the room. She glanced at her wristwatch, and frowned.

" Oh dear, we've wasted a lot of time…We'll have to make something simple…Perhaps hotdogs…", Ginny murmured, taking out some pots and pans, along with a bag of buns and a package of sausages.

Draco stared after her, shaking his head in disbelief. This girl sure was strange, yes she was. Very strange. One minute, she seemed like the devil him/herself, and the next, she was like a giggling 6 year old. Talk about mood swings. Shaking his head, he walked over to Ginny, deciding to be civil.

" What do I need to do?" he asked, looking over her shoulder and once again smelling that lovely coconut shampoo scent.

" I thought you weren't helping," Ginny mused, the corners of her lips tugging up. Draco was once again getting intoxicated by her lovely scent, which made him smirk. Absentmindedly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and replied smoothly, " Unless you don't want me to help…" He could hear her gasp slightly, and she whirled around, Draco's arms falling from her waist. Their eyes met, and Ginny suddenly felt breath taken, by how silvery his eyes were; by how intriguing they were. They were silver orbs, silver orbs that hypnotized you, and you couldn't look away.

" You could help, Malfoy." Ginny replied, using every ounce of strength to break eye contact. Her heart was thudding painfully as she turned around to rip open a pack of sausages.

Draco frowned slightly, scolding himself for doing that. What had he been thinking? But she did smell awfully good… After Draco had put all the hotdog buns on a huge platter, the room was mostly silent, except for the sizzling of the sausages cooking, and the tap, tap, tap of Draco's fingers as he sat against the wall, having nothing to do.

After all the sausages had been lain out on platters, and the ketchup and mustard were found, Ginny once again flipped through the cookbook, obviously looking for something.

" What're you looking for?", Draco asked, breaking the silence. The silence had been so awkward. There was rarely a moment when they were silent together, usually they were too busy arguing and yelling.

" Well, we've got to make dessert." Ginny replied somewhat dully.

" Hmm…the easiest here is the cheesecake…" Ginny murmured more to herself. Then, she looked up at Draco.

" Why don't you get started on it, it's really simple, just follow the directions… I need to go set the hotdogs on the tables outside." With that, Ginny grabbed the two platters and quickly walked out of the kitchen, leaving Draco alone.

Ginny set the platters on the long table, rearranging them for no reason. Ginny sighed as she remembered those clear gray eyes. They had been so bright and clear and beautiful, far beyond words. There was no emotion in them, and that made them intriguing, it made her wonder what he was really feeling. It had made her warm and at the same time, it had made her shiver.

Shaking her head, she turned back toward the kitchens. As she neared the entrance, she could hear a lot of grumbling and noises, noises that sounded like the clanging of pots and pans. Ginny rushed in the door to see a very frazzled Draco.

" Ow!" Draco cried as he hit his head on a hanging pot. His eyes were crossed, and his face was screwed up in a mix of anger and pain. Ginny couldn't help but giggle, he looked so different than the usual cool Draco she knew.

" Ah, you're back." he acknowledged, while rubbing his head. Ginny nodded, looking pointedly at the mess he had created.

" I couldn't find the ingredients!" he protested. Shaking her head, Ginny began pulling out all the necessary ingredients, the ones he claimed that he couldn't find. She walked over to where Draco was standing, and pointed to the recipe.

" See? It says 1. Preheat oven to 325oF. In a bowl combine cream cheese, sugar, lemon juice, vanilla, and salt. Mix until well blended. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing after each addition. " Draco nodded, although he still looked a bit confused.

" Do you think you can read and follow directions?", Ginny mocked, smiling mischievously. Draco raised one of his perfect eyebrows, as if to say ' Of course I can, Weasley.' Ginny shrugged and walked over to the storage room, and pulled out some bag of chips to put in a bowl.

" Fuck!" Draco yelped. Ginny frowned and looked over at him.

" What's wrong?" she asked. Ruffling his perfect hair, he muttered, " I poured sugar all over my clothes…" Ginny laughed.

" Cooking's definitely not for you…" she said, as she walked over to help him brush it off.

" After today, I'm never going near a stove again…Malfoy's don't cook, like I said." Ginny rolled her eyes, the awkwardness all gone.

" Yea? Then you'd better marry a woman who doesn't mind being your slave…no wait, you'd have house-elves." Ginny said, almost bitterly.

" Are you making fun of me?" Draco asked testily. Ginny didn't answer.

" You are right, by the way. If, and when I marry, my wife will be my slave; that is what women are for."

" They are not!" Ginny shouted indignantly, stopping to glare at him. Draco merely shrugged.

" I don't think I should make the cheesecake or whatever it's called." Draco said haughtily, started to walk away. Ginny grumbled, but agreed and waved him away, telling him to go on without her.

At dinner, Ginny sat with Alison, Marie, and Lena as usual. She felt so tired and worn out.

" It must be from being around Malfoy." She had told her friends, and it was true. She didn't know why, but she kept sneaking glances at Draco, as if to see if he was staring at her. He wasn't. She felt so foolish.

'Do you actually like him?', a meek voice asked. Ginny shook her head vigorously.

'O-of course not! How preposterous!' But her head had no answer to that, and it only left Ginny to wonder. Although she still told herself that Draco Malfoy was a horrible, dangerous person, she had to admit, she had almost enjoyed today. He hadn't seemed so menacing or so nasty towards her. And the way he had stared at her that one time, there was something about the way he had looked at her.

" Kenny? Marie, I'm so happy for you!" Ginny snapped out of her thoughts and looked confusedly around. Her friends were chattering excitedly, Marie blushing furiously. That was when Ginny noticed a male sitting at her table.

" You and him?" Ginny asked, her lips curling up in a smile, all her other worries forgotten. Marie shot her a dark glance and muttered, " Shut up."

Ginny held out her hand as if to surrender, " Hey, I was just gonna say that you guys make a great couple!"

Alison nodded, beaming at the two of them. That was Alison, always so happy for others.

" There should be a dance, ya know, it'd be so fun!" Alison chirped, looking pointedly at Draco. Draco chose that moment to look over, and saw Alison staring-no, more like drooling over him. He smirked that sexy way he did, and winked at her, before turning away.

" Ooh!!!!" Alison squealed, clasping her hands together. Ginny smiled weakly, although she felt a pang of jealousy. Her heart had fluttered too when he had winked at Alison, and when he had smirked. What was wrong with her? Pushing her food away, Ginny got up, mumbling, " Er, I have to go—pee."

Flushing at her lame excuse, Ginny tried to rush out of the cafeteria, but was stopped when Ms. Welch stepped onto the podium to make an announcement. Ginny froze, and the room slowly quieted down, until all they could hear was the slight wind blowing outside.

" Boys and girls, I have some very exciting news," she began. " This year, we have decided to hold a dance, for everyone to socialize and make new friends." Ms. Welch smiled and looked around the room, as giggling girls and whistling boys rapidly replaced the silence.

All the girls started squealing, and all the boys started clapping; everyone like the idea. Except Draco Malfoy.

'Dance? Like I would go...' As if on cue, Ms. Welch added, " You do not have to attend, although the counselors do…more like as chaperones.", she said pointedly." More information will be posted on the bulletin board outside,"

" Fuck!" Draco muttered, clenching his fists. What was he supposed to do at a dance? Sure, he had gone to dances at Hogwarts, but he was sure that this would be quite different. He hadn't even packed a nice suit… He was too caught up in his worries to notice a certain redhead rush out of the cafeteria.

A/N: I feel really bad, because I haven't updated in the longest time ever, but it's because I didn't know what to write…this is a really pointless chapter, but it was necessary, I think. Anyway, hope you don't totally hate it. R/R