Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah blah blah. Oh, and I can make Ginny's eyes any colour I feel like. J.K. says they are hazel/brown (I don't remember), but in the movie (bad basis I know), they are blue. As are Harry's if you look close enough, which is sad.

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The two stood gawking at each other for a few seconds, chest pumping hard, both slightly out of breath after the fight. Soon, if by some sudden internal instinct, both pulled each other into a fierce hug and held on for dear life.

'Thank you,' Ginny whispered. 'I think you saved my life back there.'

Draco pulled back in astonishment. 'But I thought you did that sort of thing for a living. You know, fighting demons, rescuing damsels or helpless males in distress.'

'How do you know what I do for a living?'

'Just heard it thought the grapevine. Plus, I was only helping because I saw you in the club and didn't want you to get severe brain damage before I could as you your name.'

'My name? Why would you want to ask that? You already know my name.'

The two started walking back towards the entrance of the club.

'Yeah, but to be honest, it wasn't exactly coming to mind.'

'You forgot my name?' Ginny cried.

'No, no, I hadn't forgotten. I just couldn't remember,' Draco said in self-defense.

Ginny burst into laughter but sobered as Draco said mockingly, 'can't see why I didn't remember. The hair is a dead giveaway.'

Ginny's hand flew to her fiery locks. 'Hey,' she cried in protest. 'That's not fair. You're being-'

Draco interrupted by saying, 'no, I like it. It's a very pretty red.'

"Thanks,' Ginny whispered, blushing to the roots of the aforementioned hair.

When they reached the entrance of the club, Ginny looked around. No one was still there except the bouncer. No cars were waiting in front of, or anywhere near the club.

'Shit,' Ginny said.

'What?'

'Shit!' Ginny yelled. 'My ride fucking left me! I can't believe this! I'm going to kill him! I can't believe he fucking left without me!'

'Whoa,' Draco said and held Ginny's shoulders. 'Do you need a ride home?'

'I thought that was implied by the jumping up and down and the very loud, excessive use of profanities.'

'Touché.'

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The ride to Ginny's house was fairly quiet with the two sometimes trying to make sporadic, inane mind numbing, and soul sucking chitchat. (A/N: can anybody realize that I have just been soaking in the greatness that is Gilmore Girls? IT is a million pounds of greatness, if greatness were to be measure in pounds. )

Draco pulled into Ginny's driveway and turned off the engine.

'Thanks again, for saving my life, I guess,' Ginny said. Draco just looked at her. 'Well, I guess I'm going to call it a night. Bye.' Ginny leaned over and kissed Draco's cheek before exiting the car. She was halfway up the stone pathway when she stopped and walked quickly back to the car. Ginny rested her arms on the window edge and leaned into the car. 'Do you wanna come in?' She had no idea why she was asking Draco Malfoy to enter her home, but he had obviously changed in the years since Hogwarts.

'Will Potter be there?'

'Yes, but he has a date so he won't pay any attention to us.'

'Well then, sure.'

'Harry?' Ginny called out when she and Draco had entered the house. 'Harry? Harry Potter, are you even in the general vicinity of this house?' No answer. Ginny turned to Draco and said, 'I guess he and his girlfriend.'

'My day just keeps getting better and better.'

'Draco, Harry's not a bad guy when you get to know him.'

'Yeah, maybe, but I don't want to get to know him.'

'Suit yourself.' Maybe he hadn't changed all that much. Sensing the strange but immediate intimacy and tenderness between the two, Ginny leaned over and fingered the edge of Draco's expensive and recently clean shirt.

'I can give you an extra shirt of Harry's to wear and then I'll wash your shirt if you want.'

'No, I'm fine. What's the matter with a little dirt?'

'Nothing, but I'm absolutely caked in it so if you don't mind, I'm just going to change into some cleaner, more comfortable clothes.'

'Like pajamas?'

Ginny laughed, not knowing why it was so interesting to Draco. 'Yes, pajamas are a definite option.'

'No, I don't mind.'

'Great. So, just make yourself comfortable. Mi casa es su casa. There's a stereo and television in the living room and the kitchen is stocked with edible and drinkable things. I'll be back in a few minutes.'

'OK.'

Neither person moved. Both just kept staring into each other's eyes, hers a piercing blue, his now a stormy grey.

'I thought you said you were going.'

'I am.'

'So go.'

'I will.'

'Now?'

'Yea.' Ginny finally broke her gaze with Draco, and went off to her room, wondering if Draco had actually changed from the manipulative bad boy that she had mildly crushed on in school. Draco was left in the living room, feeling that something intimate and unexplainable had just passed between the two.