A/N: Thanks to the reviewers: X, deamons-daughter, Dannie7, and Madame Rose. Ya'll fully rock! I loff this chapter, it was so much fun to write. Sigh. I love it when all of my characters are happy. But it can't stay that way for long. It would be entirely to boring to write fluff after fluff. Icky, I'd get to many cavities! By the way, this chapter is 11 pages long. It took me ages to revise and type.

Chapter XIII- Head Over Feet

"you treat me like/I'm a princess/I'm not used to liking it/you ask how my day was/you've already won me over/in spite of me/and don't be alarmed if I fall/head over feet/don't be surprised if I love you/for all that you are/I couldn't help it……you're the best listener /that I have ever met/you're my best friend/best friend with benefits/what took me so long/I've never felt /this healthy before/I've never wanted /something rational/I am aware now… "

Alanis Morissette, Head Over Feet, Jagged Little Pill

Harry had a hard time sleeping that night, thinking of the advances Gwen had put forth. He chalked it all up the lovely bubbly that they had been drinking all night, and the loneliness they both felt so strongly. In the morning, Harry awoke to the smell of omelettes and marmalade toast. He crawled out of bed, and threw on an old tee-shirt, and walked into the kitchen scratching his head and rubbing his eyes behind his glasses.

"Good morning sleepy head!" Gwen's perky voice rang through the kitchen, making Harry blink hard.

"Yeah, uh, what time is it?" He asked thickly. His voice still sleep ridden.

"10:30. Do you have to be at work?"

"No, no, if they don't owl me, then I don't have to go in. Did any post come?"

"No, I guess you have the whole day free! Now sit down, I'm making omelettes and I'm almost done." She replied flipping the egg convection over in the frying pan with her wand. Harry got a cup of coffee and did as he was told. A few minutes later, Gwen set a plate in front of him, with a sausage and egg omelet's and a slice of toast with butter and marmalade.

"Thanks, you didn't have to do this for me. I am capable of cooking for myself."

"I know you 're. If you were not, then you would be wasted away to nothing, and you are already zo skinny!" Gwen exclaimed, and sat down across from him at the small table, just barley big enough for two people. Harry was clearly a single man, living a single lifestyle.

"What do you want to do today?" Harry asked after washing down his toast with a gulp of black coffee.

"Oh I do not know. What is there to do in wizard's London?"

"We could go to Diagon Alley. I haven't been there in ages."

"What is this Diagon Alley?"

"It's this series of streets that sell all wizarding things. A lot of the kids who go to Hogwarts go there to pick up their supplies for school. I have heaps of fond memories of going there."

"That sounds like fun. Can we go?"

"Why not? I need some new quills and parchment anyways." Harry said, then took a bite of his omelets. "Humm, this is good Gwen! I didn't know you could cook."

"It's a skill I required while living alone. Eating out every day to expensive."

"I cook, but it's never this good!" He said, shoving another forkful in her mouth.

"And my ex-boyfriend said that I was a horrible cook!"

As much as Ginny wished Draco would stay the night, she knew it would be awkward for Hermione to wake up and find Draco standing, wearing not much more than his boxers, in the kitchen making tea. It was much safer for Ginny to stay the night at Draco's apartment, since he lived alone. Ginny and Draco spent the night in their respective beds however, much to both of their dismay.

While getting ready for work, she heard the doorbell ring. She shrieked, he toothbrush still protruding out of her mouth, and toothpaste dribbling out of the corner, she opened the door to find Draco holding up a basket with a banquette, fruit and cheese. He gave her a look that read "You are an absolute brolly, but I love you anyways." She invited him in, not talking, and went to go rise her mouth in the kitchen sink.

"It seems no matter how early I wake up, I can never be on time!" She said, wiping her hands on dish towel, sitting down with Draco at the kitchen table.

"You're a woman, of course you can't! You always take ages to get ready!" He laughed, setting out the contents of the basket on the table.

"Are you always going to bring me breakfast in the morning?"

"As long as your not living with me…yes." He said with a smile.

"You're going to spoil me to death!"

"Not to death, just rottenness!" He said truthfully.

Ginny laughed. "You treat me like I'm a princess, and I'm not used to liking it. You ask how my day was while you walk me home. I didn't want to fall in love with you Draco, you won me over in spite of my! Don't be alarmed if I start falling head over feet with you. Hell, I've already fallen, and you caught me." She said seriously, looking him directly in his gray eyes.

"You never cease to amaze me, Ginny. If I didn't have to be at that photo shoot, I would just say 'lets spend the day together here.' But I can't, and neither can you! Today is your deadline, Miss Weasley!" He said trying to sound stern. But do appciate you wonderful words." He said kissing her hand softly.

Ginny smile in spite of herself. "It's done, I've just been working on my next editorial. I'm to lazy to take it up to the print shop. And you don't have to be there! You just want to ogle that Quidditch girl!"

"Untrue! I have to supervise Lonnie when she's interviewing her. I want the first issue to be the best it can possibly be." He said, pointing a butter knife at her.

"Fine, I'll just go over to Hogsmeade park and check out the photo shoot of that Mexican model…" She trailed off, ignoring Draco's pointing.

"Oh we might as well stop trying to make each other jealous, because it's not working. We both know we don't want anyone else. At least, that's what I want." He said buttering a chunk of bread

"Oh, since you don't care, I'll go run off with that model!" Ginny joked, moving around the back of Draco's chair, giving him a back rub.

"Your not making this easy you know…"

"I can just have Merry send it up for me…and I'm sure Lonnie will do just fine…" Ginny whispered in his ear.

Draco shut his eyes, weighing the pos and cons in his head "Sit and be bored…or have one the best days in my entire life?" He thought.

"Alright! We can stay here for today. Just today though, because I have to review the layouts tomorrow, and I cannot miss that." He said, trying to sound disappointed.

"Oh shut up and come here!" She said, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Harry and Gwen traveled to Diagon Alley by floo power. The landed in the floo station there, bustling with action, people coming in and out, chatter filling the air, Harry catching bits and pieces of the destinations of the wizards: "The Ministry Of Magic!", "The Three Broom Sticks!", and "Killinbrow Castle!"

"Wow, it is very busy around here!"

"Hogwarts in starting soon, so all the kids come here to get supplies." He replied, guiding Gwen through the crowd. The steeped out into the bright sun of the alley, crowed with school aged children with their mothers and fathers dragging the kids along, some (obviously muggle) were being dragged by their eager children, showing them magical things, the adults eyes wide with amazement like a youth's on Christmas morning.

"Harry! Harry! Do you remember me?" A voice said through the crowd. Harry looked around for the body where the voice was radiating from. He felt a tap on her shoulder, and he turned around to see a young man, about a year younger than him with floppy blonde hair and wide dancing eyes. He recognized the face as Colin Creevy, his biggest fan.

"Of course, how could I Colin?" He said, shaking his hand.

"I hear your working for the Ministry, eh Harry? I've just got a job as a photographer for the Daily Prophet! I was so excited when I got the news. Today is my first day on the job!" He said excitedly, marveling at Harry with wide eyes.

"Colin hasn't changed at all." Harry thought.

"That's right. Congratulations, there Colin."

"Thanks Harry. Take care of yourself, Harry. Maybe you'll make news soon, and I can come and take your picture!" Colin replied holding up his camera, which was very similar to the one he sported all though his years at Hogwarts. He made his way behind Harry, disappearing into the large crowd.

"Looks like 'e is quite a fan of yours 'Arry!" Gwen said, laughing.

Harry rolled his eyes. "He was always a shutter bug." He lead her further down the street to the print shop, and they went in, the place crowded with children buying quills and rolls of parchment for school. Whispers erupted through the crowd at the counter as he entered, the children following his forehead with awed expressions. He eavesdropped in their conversations: "That's Harry Potter mum! The boy who lived! He was also the youngest seeker in a century when he was a first year!", "Don't point Esmerelda! That's rude.", "Can I ask for his autograph dad, pleeeeaseeee?",

"I see his scar! It's right there! Look Eddy, I see his scar!", and "Wouldn't that be a story to tell? 'I met Harry Potter in a quill shop at Diagon Alley'."

Harry turned his back on the group, looking at a quill on the shelf. He was used to whispers and stares where ever he went. He felt a small tug on his tee shirt, turned around to see a girl and a boy, around the age of eight.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, Mr. Harry Potter, but will you sign you autograph for my brother and I?" The little girl asked. The pair had to have been twins, they had matching blonde hair, and the exact same bright brown eyes.

Harry shrunk down on his knees to their height, making them smile. "Don't you want the great Quidditch player Charlie O'Thayer? I am not exactly a celebrity." He said looking them in the eyes.

"But, Mr. Potter, please? We want to be just like you! You defeated You-Know-Who…twice!" The little boy pleaded, his face glowing, handing Harry a preloaded quill and a scrap of parchment.

Harry took the things the boy handed him. "What are your names?" He asked.

"Edwin and Emeralda." The girl replied, he smile growing even wider.

Harry wrote s short note and his name on the paper and handed it back to them.

"Thank you Mr. Harry! We will never forget you." The little boy and girl said gratefully before scampering out the door of the shop to meet their waiting parents and older brother. They smiled a "thank you" at Harry from outside, and continued down the alley. He stood up, brushing off the knees of his jeans.

"That was really nice of you." Gwen said

Harry smiled "Yeah well, they pulled my heart strings."

Ginny laid her head on Draco chest and smiled. She could feel their heartbeats begin to beat in the same rhythm.

"Ginny, I love you." Draco said, then kissed her hair.

"I love you too Draco." She said, then planted a kiss on his chest where his heart would be. They laid there together for a bit, just enjoying each other's company, not needing any words.

"I'm hungry." Ginny said suddenly, going to her dresser, and pulling out the shirt that Draco gave her out of her drawer and threw it on.

"Aw, you're wearing my shirt." He said propping himself up on his elbow.

"You know what? You wear it today so it will still have your smell on it." She said doffing it and throwing it across the room to him.

"My smell?"

"Yeah, it's like a comfort thing with me." She explained looking through her drawers, pulling out a large royal blue shirt.

"Alright…" He said and pulled it over his head, "Do you mind making lunch for us while I get shower?" He asked.

"Okay sure." She pulling on a pair of pajama pants. She winked at him before leaving the room.

"Ronald your early!" Professor Dumbledoor said looking up from his desk.

"Professor McGonnagal let me in." He replied simply and sat down in the chair across from the Professor

"Yes well, down to business shall we? First question, are you planning on living at the castle?"

"Yes sir. I do have one question. Am I allowed out to see my girlfriend, everyone once in a while?"

"Of course, on weekends only however, unless there is an emergency of some sort where you a needed."

"Yes sir, not a problem."

"So we can count on you to be here with all of your things Saturday morning?"

"Yes Professor." He said with a smile on his face.

"Ronald, please, call me Albus. I am not your headmaster anymore, but your colleague."

"Yes Pro-I mean Albus." Ron said correcting himself.

He got up to leave, but Dumbledoor stopped him "Do send Miss Granger my wishes." He smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously behind his half-moon spectacles.

Gwen and Harry sat down at the ice cream parlor, outside under a wide umbrella.

"This is has been so much fun Harry, thank you for bringing me here." Gwen said sitting her shopping on the empty seat to he right.

"Your welcome. This is the best ice cream you'll find in the wizarding world-"

"Why isn't it a grown up Harry Potter! I haven't seen you set foot near my shop since your seventh year at Hogwarts!" The shop keeper cried, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Hello. How are you?" Harry said shaking his hand

"Just fine. How about a Horntail sundae for you and your friend here?"

"That sounds good. How much do I owe you?" Harry asked, digging in his slightly lighter money bag.

"Oh no! It's on the house!" The man said walking away chuckling.

"I hate it when people do that. I don't need free things. I'll just leave the money on the table." He said, throwing down a couple of galleons as the man returned to their table with their ice cream.

When he was gone Gwen said, "If it's any condolence, I don't like it when people give me things either. I was in a financial rut last year, barely eating, and I couldn't sell any paintings because I had no money to buy my supplies to create any! My mother some how found out, and rushed to Paris with loads of food,1,000 euros and 500 galleons. I tried to refuse, I wanted to make it on my own. She forced them on me, and I just now paid her all of the money back."

"I just feel horrible when I get all of these breaks because I'm 'Harry Potter', and everyone else has to take the long way around. I don't need it, like those people over there do." He said gesturing to a large family, all shabbily dressed, coming out of a second hand robe shop with triplet boys around 14, wrinkling their noses at their "new" out of fashion dress robes, which Harry presumed were for the Yule Ball held annually at Hogwarts.

"What can you do 'Arry? They won't take your money if you just walk over there and give them a hand full a of galleons, they would smile and say 'Thanks, but no thanks'."

"I know, I wish there was something I could do though…" He said trailing off, then taking a bite of his sundae.

Ginny stood over the stove, waiting to flip the grilled cheese sandwich she was making for Draco. While she was passing the time by stirring the tomato soup, hovering above the adjacent burner.

"Hm, it smells good in here!" Draco said walking down the stairs.

"Home cooked too, didn't come from Hunklebees!" Ginny boasted, flipping the sandwich, causing the pan to sizzle loudly.

"Hey, I can't cook. Period, end of story, so I go out to eat virtually every day." Draco said standing behind her placing his hands on her hips.

"What did you need a shower for?"

"I got up late this morning and I didn't have the time to get one. I felt rather embarrassed being around you dirty." He said.

"I'm glad I have a clean boyfriend!"

"I got that habit from my mother. She was always very germ-a-phonic." He smiled.

"I'm not complaining!" Ginny said turning around, "Hey! You used my shampoo didn't you?"

"I dunno, did I?" Draco tried to sound innocent.

"Yeah, how could you not know? I put a charm on the label so that it read 'Ginny's Shampoo!' I just didn't put a spell on the label either…" She trailed off, a giant grin spreading across her face.

"Oh Merlin, what's going to happen to my hair?" Draco said putting his hands over his head as if trying to protect his lovely locks.

"Don't worry it goes away in three hours." She raised her eyebrows and held in a laugh as Draco's hair began to turn a radio active looking green color at the roots, slowly creeping down to it's tips. Draco threw a piece of it in front of his eye, then ran to the nearest mirror in in lounge.

"Virginia Madeline Weasley! I can't believe you!" He yelled, practically laughing.

"It wasn't meant for you, you silly prat! It was to keep Hermione out of my shampoo. I love my shampoo, and I pay good money for it." She said shutting off the stove. And pouring the soup into two bowls on the table.

Draco came back into the kitchen, looking mopey.

"Oh please! Don't look like I just killed your puppy. I said it will wear off in three hours, you won't have to go to work like that tomorrow." She said cutting his grilled cheese into two triangles.

Draco sat down in a huff, but a smile seeped though his annoyed visage.

"I must admit, I've always wanted to see what I would look like with green hair!"

Ginny rolled her eyes "Pretty damn weird." She said and dipped her spoon into her soup.

Ron steeped up to a door that read "Lab 10, MinKinn's Project". He knocked, and someone cracked the door open.

"Yes?" They sounded irritated.

"Is Dr. Hermione Granger in the lab right now?" Ron asked

"No, she is in her office. May I ask who you are so I can tell her to buzz you in?" The annoyed woman said.

"Ron Weasley. She'll know who I am." He said, just before the lab door was shut in his face. He continued down that hall to the corner office that had a plate that declared: "Dr. Hermione Granger, MinKinn's Project chair. Ron knocked again, to hear a happier voice yell out "Come In!"

Ron opened the door to find Hermione scribbling furiously, only stopping to reload the quill with ink.

" Hey gorgeous!" Ron said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hey, hold on a sec." She said, filling up the page quickly.

"Alright, done. How are you?" She managed to say just before Ron's lips met hers.

They kissed until the annoyed woman's voice was booming into the spacious office.

"Donald Williams is leaving now, Dr. Granger."

"That's fine Maud. Do me a favor Maud and hold all my calls until I give you notice." Hermione replied pulling away from Ron's kiss, Ron continuing to plant small kisses on her collar bone.

"Yes Dr. Granger." The woman said, the office silent after her loud announcement.

"Hmmm, where were we?" Hermione asked, looking Ron in the eyes.

"Right about here…" Ron trailed off, putting his lips together with hers once more. Hermione stood up from her chair, pushing Ron down in it. Surprised, Ron practically fell out.

"You have something to tell me or else you wouldn't have came to see me at work."

"You got me there, Mione, but it's a good thing that I'm going to tell you." He said, patting his knee, signaling to have her sit on his knee.

"I feel like I'm eight years old, sitting on my father's lap!" Hermione said sitting on Ron's strong knee, crossing her legs.

Ron smiled "You better not kiss your father like that!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him "You know what I mean, spill it already Ron!"

"Alright, I got a job."

"Really Ron? Where?" Hermione smiled.

"Somewhere very close to you that has a position open for a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor…"

"You aren't! On my gosh, Ron! How come you didn't tell me before you were going to apply at Hogwarts?" Hermione said hugging him.

"I wanted to make sure I actually had the job before I went all around tell everyone!" He said

"Does your mother know yet? She'll be so proud."

"Nope, you were the first one I told. Tell Ginny too, when you get home. I sure mum will want to have a big dinner and invite everyone…"

"Wow, I'm so proud of you, Professor Weasley."

"I'm living at the castle, so I will be able to see you every weekend, and if you're ever in any trouble, all you have to do is come and get me, or send an owl, or floo on over."

"When are you moving in?"

"Saturday morning." He said

"Can I help? I would like to visit all of our Professors."

"They aren't my Professors anymore, they are my colleagues!"

"You are way to excited about this."

"Oh yeah, almost forgot. Dumbledoor sends his wishes." Ron replied.

"Oh really? How did he know you were going to see me?" asked Hermione

Rom shrugged "How does he know anything? The man's a genius, I don't question him."

Ginny and Draco were curled up together on the couch watching the muggle TV when Hermione came home.

"Hey Gin! Guess what? Your brother got a job! Where are you at?" Hermione said hanging up her lab coat on the hooks in the foyer.

"We're in the lounge!" Ginny shouted.

"We? Who's we?" Hermione asked, walking into the room.

"Draco and I? Who else would be here with me?" Ginny asked as Hermione plopped down on the other couch.

"Oh I don't know. Thought maybe Harry came over." Hermione said, running a hand though her hair.

"Where did Ron get a job at?"

"He's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"Really? That's great! I'm so proud! I'll floo home later. I've been meaning to talk to my mother anyways."

"Weasley? A professor?" Draco replied looking at Ginny.

"Yeah, that's what he was studying in America…you know, in Salem, Roswell, New York City, major wizarding towns. He wanted to be well rounded. Do you believe they barely know who You-Know-Who is?" Ginny said.

"I didn't know that's what he doing over there…"

"Yeah, he got his degree in Defense Against the Dark Arts right before he came home." Hermione said

A knock came from the front door, and Hermione went to go see who it was.

"For some reason, I couldn't see Weasley being a professor, but now, I think I can picture it. Oh, Ginny…Professor Snape still teaches at Hogwarts…" Draco said chuckling.

"Oh Merlin, you're right. I don't think the Professor will ever forget that prank Ron pulled on him seventh year right before graduation!"

Harry and Gwen came into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with Hermione.

"Hey Harry, Gwen, how are you?"

"Well, thank you." Gwen said smiling.

"Hermione tells me your brother has got a new job, but she won't tell me what it is." Harry said to Ginny.

"I think Ron should tell you. It's his big news."

"I think he's at the Burrow. I'll go and floo him." Hermione replied, going to the study where the fireplace and floo powder was located.

"So, Potter, are you and Gwen here dating?" Draco said, slipping into his old Malfoy tone.

"No, we're just friends. Gwen is staying in my extra bedroom until something in Paris blows over." Harry said coolly, ignoring Draco's tone.

Draco raised his eyebrows at him, but Ginny shot him a look that read "Don't start anything…"

Suddenly Ron apperated into the room. Harry got up and shooke his hand, clapping him on the back.

"Hey mate, I've heard you've got a job."

"Yep. I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"Really? Wow Ron, that's brilliant!" Harry congratulated.

"By the way, mum's wants everyone here to be at the Burrow tomorrow night for dinner. I don't know why she does these things."

"Wow, there's going to be a lot of people at your house." Harry said, sitting back down.

"Yeah, I dunno how we all are going to fit. Who knows, we always manage." Ron replied, sitting down in the wing chair, putting his feet up on the coffee table, which were immediately shooed off by Ginny and Hermione.

"By the way Malfoy…why is your hair green?" Harry asked with an amused sneer on his face.

Ginny stayed at Draco's apartment that night, taking her work clothes: a smart suit and stiletto heels, sharp in contrast to worn blue jeans and plain tee shirts she donned while at home.

"You dress like a model at work, but when you come home you bum it!" Draco said that night in bed.

"Yeah well, I like to look professional. My experience is that if you dress to impress, people will treat you with more respect."

"I think you look beautiful no matter what you wear." He said, pulling her into his arms, kissing her shoulder.

They awoke in morning late, hopped into the shower together, Draco's hair back to it's natural platinum blonde.

"You have to admit, it was rather funny." Ginny replied, performing a drying spell on her hair. She clipped the sides back in a burette and left the bathroom to Draco. "You know it's sad when you need more time than I do to get ready!" She told him before going down to the hall to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Ginny and Draco apperated to the office together, collecting their messages together from Merry's desk.

"Have a good day Mr. Malfoy!" Merry called after him. He waved a little behind his back, turning the corner to his office.

"Thanks for taking my editorial up to the layout room." Ginny said shifting through her mail.

"Your welcome. Ginny are, you and Mr. Malfoy…seeing each other?" Merry whispered the last line.

"Yes, but don't tell anyone. I don't know if he wants the whole company to know." Ginny smiled.

"Sure thing, Ginny. You have a meeting to view the layouts in conference room B at 2:00."

"Don't tell anyone, Merry." Ginny told her before walking down the opposite hall Draco entered to her modest office.

At eleven 'o clock, Ginny received an owl.

My Dearest Ginny-

I've ordered us lunch in today, if you would care to join me in about a ½ an hour. Or now even…

Also, I've heard the talk of our relationship that has been buzzing around here all morning. Does it bother you that everyone now knows? Other than being against company policy, I really don't mind. But company policy can bite my ass. I wrote the damned thing anyways! See you soon.

Your lover

Draco

Ginny folded the letter and placed it into her purse for safe keeping. She left her office, locking the door behind her.

"We'll never get anything done when we are together. Oh well…." Ginny thought dream like, and walked down the hall, tossing her long red locks behind her back. She arrived at Draco's door, a small golden plate announcing that this was "Mr. Draco J. Malfoy" 's office stared back at her. She knocked, and Draco pulled open the door.

"I've been waiting to see you all morning!" He said moving aside so she could enter.

"You saw me all day yesterday, all night, early this morning…" Ginny smiled. The truth was she wanted to kiss him senseless right that very moment. As if reading her mind, Draco pulled her close to him, enveloping her in his arms and kiss. Ginny pulled away a few minutes later, coming up for air. Draco pulled his wand out and magicked slow music in the room. Ginny grinned from ear to ear, as he wrapped his arm around her waist, taking lead. Just as Ginny was laying he head down his shoulder, a knock came to his door. Draco quickly flicked his wand to turn the music off, and bellowed "Come in!" Ginny had just enough time to sit down in the chair across from Draco's desk. A man pushing a metal serving cart came into the office. Draco reached into his pants picked and pulled out a handful of money.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Fifteen galleons and two sickles."

Draco handed him the money, and threw in two galleons for a tip.

When the man left, Ginny got up to look under the lids of the dishes that sat on the cart. "This smells good. What did you get?"

"Yorkshire pudding." He said, conjuring a table for two. The ate peacefully, not saying much. When they were finished, they stacked the dirty dishes on the cart, which disappeared.

Draco circled around to his desk pulling a sheet of paper out of a drawer.

"Here, I want you want to read this before any of the other staff members do." He replied, handing her the paper.

"Okay…" Ginny said, taking the paper. It was Draco's "Editor's Note" for the first issue.

A Note From The Editor: Draco Malfoy

I am aware now.

Upon starting this magazine, my life was a wreak. Not necessarily the stereotypical wreak like "I have no money, I can't stop drinking, and I just lost the love of my life" type of wreak. I was sinking. Sinking into the same routine day after day. I did the same thing on weekends as well, went out drinking, ended up with a different woman every night.

Until I gave her second glance. I don't know what took me so long to realize she was the one I wanted to wake up to every morning, and fall asleep next to every night. Before this time in my whole entire life as a dating adult, I can't even remember a time when I ever wanted something this rational. It makes so much sense when I'm with her. It's like walking around with out your glasses all day, but then when you get home, you find them, and everything is so much clearer. She's my best friend, but with the best benefits in the world. She has these amazing powers, I've never felt this healthy before in my entire life.

For anyone who knows me personally, they know it takes a lot for me to say those three little words. I love you. With her, I didn't stall, I didn't stutter, I didn't go cold. I just said them. I love you, and it's the truth. Just last month, I wondered why in hell would anyone want to be in love? People are fools when they fall in "love". However, I am aware now. Love is the best feeling in the entire world. You feel desperate to see their face, to kiss their lips, to even have the feeling of their hand clasped with yours. I am aware now why people say 'all you need is love', because that's how I feel. All I need his her, and her love, and nothing, no one, in this world can take that away from me.

Ginny looked up, and realized tears were streaming down her face.

"Draco this is…wonderful, I…don't know what to say. I love you too." She said, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"I hoped you would."

A/N: I know I know, I already had my time to bother you up top, but I would just like to say, the Beatles wrote 'All You Need Is Love', which I used in the last sentence of Draco's Editor Note. Oh yeah, and see that button down there? See? Yeah you do, unless your blind. Please review…please? I loff you!