A/N: Oh my gosh. I am so sorry that this took so long to get out. I had it written and all, but I don't like to type my stuff when my parents are around. They're nosey. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this installment, have fun!



Chapter 3

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"Take your robe off." Malfoy said.

"Excuse me?!" Ginny said putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh don't flatter yourself Weasley. You are wearing something under then aren't you?" He said annoyed.

"Yeah"

"Well then, what's the problem? Take it off and throw it over there next to mine." he said.

"But it's so cold!" she whined.

"Weasley, if you don't take it off, it will get in your way, and then I couldn't possibly teach you the correct way to throw knives. Please take if off." he asked, fighting the urge to yank it off her himself. (I didn't mean anything sex-related there, and shame on you if you thought I did.)

"Fine." she said removing her robe and tossing it next to Malfoy's.

"Thank you. Now, to business." he said. "First of all, we need to work on your stance."

He went and stood behind her.

"Don't be so tense. Loosen your shoulders a bit."

He rubbed the top of her shoulders and she immediately relaxed.

"Good. Now stand up straight and bend your knees slightly." he instructed.

"Weasley, I said bend your knees." he told her once more.

"I heard what you said you prat. It's just hard to concentrate when your wearing a tank top and jeans in 30 degree weather you know. That robe was the only keeping me warm." she said bitterly, her teeth chattering.

"Well, if your gonna get cranky about it, then here." he said, taking off his black sweater and throwing it at her. That left him in only a tight black t-shirt and jeans. (Drool)

"Thanks." she said taking it from him. "Aren't you gonna be cold?"

"I'll be fine." he replied.

"Alrighty then." she said slipping it on slowly, allowing herself time to breath in his cologne. You can tell a lot about a guy by his cologne.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yup" she said cheerfully.

"Good. Now bend your knees."

Once again, she failed to follow his instructions, so he took matters into his own hands. He bent down and pushed to back of her knees forward.

"That's better. Okay, now center your hips with the target." he said putting his hands on her hips and turning her slightly. "That looks about right. Now grab the knife tip with your thumb and index finger like this." he said giving her an example.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Actually, move your fingers a little farther back...perfect." he said. "We don't want you to lose any now."

"Whoa, whoa, back up. Are you saying that one wrong move and I could cut off a finger?!" Ginny asked slightly nervous.

"It was a joke. The most you could do is slit it open..." he said trailing off.

"Well that makes me feel better." she said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up. If you concentrate, that won't happen, so lets try it. Your in your stance already, you have the knife, good. Okay. Keep your eyes on the target. Whatever you do, don't look away from the spot you want the knife to hit or you might have an accident. Only joking" he added quickly seeing the look on her face.

Malfoy backed off, Ginny took a step forward, drew back her arm, and threw with all her might. Ginny didn't hit the target, but she didn't care. The knife was sticking out of the tree, and that was good enough for her.

"Not bad Weasley. Not bad at all." Malfoy said.

Ginny grinned.

"Thanks. Why are you being so nice?" she asked not thinking. She mentally slapped herself.

I can't believe I just asked him that! Stupid Ginny! Stupid!

Malfoy looked kind of hurt, but that look was quickly wiped away.

"I do have a heart you know. It may be small, but it's there." he said walking over to retrieve the knife.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like that." she said looking at her feet.

"Don't worry about it." Malfoy said pulling the knife out and getting his robe off of the ground.

"What about your sweater?!" she called after him as he walked out of the forest.

"Keep it!" he yelled back. Ginny just stood there, trying to make sense of what just happened.

"He was being nice to me." she said. "Ferret was actually being nice to me..."

With the thought of the nice Malfoy floating around in her head, she grabbed the knives he left and practiced.





A/N: So? Did you like it? Keep in mind that I know nothing about knife throwing so don't get mad. And Draco was severely OOC, but I totally don't care. Anycrap, please review if you like it, and the next chapter will be out soon. Tootles!