Disclaimer- Do I even have to write this again? Oh and by the way, this chapter has some strong language, so just say I didn't warn you. It sort of pushes the PG-13 rating, but I think this will be one of the few chapters that I (or I sappose my characters) will swear harshly in.

A/N: Oh and sorry about the 1st chapters screw up. Just ignore it, and go to this chapter. I'm still working out how post stories correctly. Well thanks to Amberose who reviewed my story. R&R please. Flame if you want. Be sugar sweet if you want. Just be honest please? This (if you couldn't tell…) is my first fan fic, and I need all the help I can get!!! Thanks guys! -instantkarma

Chapter 3- Madeline

"out my window/memories/I'm dying inside/to know the way it should be/ even thought it was right/ in front of me/it's something I just couldn't see/ your lonely face/ your lonely eyes/ this is something you can't disguise/well it's not just me/then it's you…"

Madeline, Hanson

Ginny's night started out as an innocent butter beer, leading to pint after pint of wizard's ale. Ginny drank alone until Rosemerta escorted her home at closing time.

"Ginny, here we go. Hermione will be home soon. You should have taken a potion, Ginny." Rosemerta said, sighing and covering her up

"Hermione is with Harry…she won't be home. They are probably shagging like dogs right now. I'm…I…I'm fiiiiine! I'm, a…a…a…big girl!" Ginny slurred

"Take care of yourself, I'll see you." Rosemerta said a flicked the lights off in the lounge where Ginny was sprawled. She passed out fully dressed in her jeans and boots.

In morning, Ginny awoke to Hermione's muggle stereo blasting cheesy love songs from some one-hit-wonder American boy band. She rubbed her throbbing head and got up from the sofa.

"Hermione, will you shut off that poor excuse for music?" Ginny shouted up the stairs.

"What's that Gin?" Hermione shouted back down.

Ginny stomped up the stairs, barged into Hermione's room and clicked to music off.

"I said, turn off that poor excuse for music"

"What's your problem? I know you not a morning person, but you're never this evil."

"I have a hang over." She replied moodily.

"Why didn't you take that potion? We have some in the cupboard."

"I wasn't expecting to drink. I was just going for a butter beer, and I guess somehow I started drinking wizard's ale."

"Wizard's ale? That stuff has a 90 proof. Muggle ale is 50 proof. No wonder you were drunk!"

"I know. Do we have any headache potion?"

"Yeah, it's the blue bottle." Hermione called as Ginny walked down the hall to the bathroom.

Draco Malfoy woke up in a strange room that wasn't his own.

"Oh Merlin, who did I have a one night stand with this time?" Draco thought. He looked to his left. The space was empty. He got up, stretched, his tall frame and started to get dressed. As he was buckling his belt, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the doorframe.

"Hey Samantha."

"Hey Draco." She said and then took a draw on her cigarette.

"Are you still on birth control?"

"Yea, don't worry about. I think we used a condom too. I'm not sure. For once I think I was more drunk than you."

"I thought you weren't allowed to drink on your shift?" Samantha was a bartender at the Three Broom Sticks.

"I was off when I saw you drinking with Ginny. For a minute I thought you were going to take her home."

"I almost slept with Ginny? Oh god, I must have been drunk."

"She looked just as lonely as you did." With that statement, it all came flooding back to him a hazy fog of last nights drunken revels.

"Well, well, Draco Malfoy, didn't expect to see you here." Ginny half slurred. She was only a little tipsy.

"What did you think I did? Sit at home drinking from expensive crystal brandy decanters?"

"And smoking Cuban cigars, exactly what I thought." Ginny smiled and took a sip of her wizard's ale.

"Well, I was lonely so I came down here to see if I could take someone home for a drunk fuck."

"Drunk fuck? What a lovely term. Doesn't one night stand sound better?"

"Not to me. Because DF is exactly what it is."

"I haven't had a one night stand since I first got out of Hogwarts." Ginny replied, sounding nostalgic.

"And who was that with? Your hero Potter?"

"I really don't think that it is your business Malfoy." Ginny hiccoughed in Draco's face.

"Your face is looking quite lonely to me."

"Yeah, is it?"

"And your lonely eyes, especially your eyes." He whispered silkily into her ear.

"Well I'm right in front of you. Never noticed me until you were drunk off your rocker?"

"That isn't true. I think you're sexy. I watch you everyday, jogging down the side walk in your high heeled shoes."

"If you didn't scream at me every time I'm late, maybe I won't have run!" Ginny was getting hostile.

"Hey, my memories lay out side that window. I can see the of Malfoy Manor from that top floor window."

"Oh poor baby Draco. You had a childhood full of expensive robes and summer holidays in the French Riviera. I really feel bad for you."

"You bring the worst out of me Ginny Weasley. If it's not me, then it's you."

"Hey Draco, I'm off my shift. Want to have drink with me?" Samantha said pulling on his arm.

"Just remember that Ginny. It's not me, it's you!" Draco shouted as Samantha dragged him across the pub. Ginny called a waiter over and asked for another pint.

"I did almost sleep with Ginny didn't I? Thanks for saving me."

"I wouldn't be that bad for you would it? I mean Ginny is a pretty girl."

"Yeah she is but she works for me."

"Oh bad idea."

"Exactly. Well I have to go. Lots of work to do on the new magazine. I'll see you later Samantha." He said picking up his cloak and running his hand though his messy white blonde hair.

A knock came to the door and Hermione got up to answer the door. Ginny's head was still aching a bit, but it was subsiding with the help of the potion.

"Good afternoon Hermione. How are you?" Ron replied from the door way.

"Oh god Ron, where did you come from? I thought you were in America!" Hermione squealed and hugged her friend. Ginny hurried to the door.

"Ronald Weasley, why didn't you tell us you were coming home?" Ginny laughed and kissed his cheek.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I was just at the Burrow. When I heard that good old Percy was running for Minister of Magic, I had to come home!" He said has he walked into the living room.

"Looks like a bunch of girls live here!" Ron laughed.

"Very observant. Hey, guess what?" Ginny replied happily

"I don't know, what Ginny?" Ron said

"You are looking at the editorial writer for the new magazine, Phoenix Feathers!"

"Oh Ginny, that is brilliant! That's what you've always wanted to do!"

"I know. Hey Mione, why don't you ring Harry and tell him apparate here if he isn't busy."

"Good idea, Gin."

"That was my next stop. You guys were the closest to Hogwarts."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Hermione asked, dialing Harry's number.

"Nothing. You'll see later." Ron smiled

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