Disclaimer: ok, all the names and characters belong to a great writer named J. K. Rowling, if you haven't heard from her, you must've been living under a rock for the past 5 or 6 years.

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Two week had passed since Harry and Draco were living with me. The guestroom didn't seem to be that big of a problem anymore, since the occupants had taken the liberty to decorate it as they wished, and I had to admit that the room did look pretty good, considering...

Everything that I had dreaded had happened during these last two weeks, though,as my feelings for Harry were coming back, and I did not consier that as a good thing. I became rather clumsy everytime he approached me, flushed at the simplest touch and smiled furiously when he looked at me. But there was at least an upsied to all of this. Somehow, he seemed at act the exact same way towards me, but I just took it as my wild imagination getting the best of me. Imagining things that weren't there. But he was just so wonderful all the time, it was hard keeping myself from falling for him all over again. He said all the right things at the right times, laughed at the appropriate jokes, and as odd as that seemed to me, every morning he greeted me with this sort-of-a-hug, grabbing me from behind and squishing me with his arms, and it was at those moments that I kept thinking to myself how perfectly I fit into his arms, and how I want to spend everyday being greeted the same way, waking up to his great smile and being held in his strong arms.

Another odd thing, though, were Draco's actions towards me. For one, he wouldn't insult me everytime he saw me... Well, he still did piss me off every chance he got, but... somehow, I seemed to enjoy that, it was a chalenge to get along with him, and I loved chanlenges... He seemed to notice this as well... he would make porvocative comments, and I, as usual, would go off insulting him, trying to find THE rudest comment I could come up with... but at the end, he would always give me this smile... this damn smile that would make me stare into his eyes, those beautiful gray eyes that had filled my thoughts for the past week. My world turned upside down on a Thursday afternoon when Harry went to buy groceries, not wanting me to get out of the house.

I decided to go and take my shower, since there was absolutely nothing to do in that dull house, but when I took that decision, I thought that Draco had gone with Harry, because if I knew I was alone in the house with him, I would've never done anything like that. After thirty minutes, I walked out of the shower, and put my towel around me, about to walk out when the doorknob turned, and Draco walked in, his towel wrapped around his waist, his torso completely uncovered. It was at that moment that I felt as though my towel was way too short. "Holy shit" was all that I screamed and walked out of the bathroom, which made Draco suddenly aware of my presence.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, turning to him, and for the first time, reading an expression on his face that wasn't a smirk, but his eyes wide with shock, and to my HUGE surprise, a blush oh his cheeks.

"I wasn't... I swear, I didn't... shit" It was the first time that he was babbling nonsense, and as if for the first time, he didn't know how to handle the given situation.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" I screamed once again, this time, louder.

"I swear, it's not what you think... I just walked in, I didn't know you were in there, I swear." He looked really sincere, but five seconds later, he lost all that sincerity, as if suddenly aware of the fact that all I was wearing was a tiny towel. A grin spread across his face, which made me look at him, terrified.

"STOP!"

"STOP what? I didn't do anything."

"THAT... that LOOK you're giving me... stop it... it's as if you're trying to imagine what I look like without it, STOP it!" I said, now very aware of his stare on my legs and my chest, as if Malfoy had x-ray vision.

"Wow... I didn't know you could read minds." He said with that damn smirk plastered on his face.

"SHUT UP, I CAN'T read minds" I said, as if trying to point out the obvious.

He laughed out loud, making me angrier than I had ever been at him. "Ah, Come on, Ginny. You know you like it, and for your information, you look pretty good in my head right now." He said, rather seriously.

"STOP IT, MALFOY, or I SWEAR, I'll tell Harry and he'll beat the crap out of you, do you understand me?" I said, now seriously disturbed, half at the blush that was painted on my face, half at my knees who were refusing to accept my weight under his gaze. DAMN, I whispered when I found myself looking at his chest, which made my eyes go as wide as they could go. He was very much muscular with broad shoulders.

"Why would I beat the crap out of Malfoy?" Harry said as he suddenly walked in on me and Draco in our towels, him with a perverted smile on his face, and me, just going as red as possible. I had never seen him looking that angry, or disturbed. He looked as though he was going to be sick. Just as I was trying to find a decent excuse, he dropped everything on the kitchen table with a bang, and stormed to the guestroom. Draco and I whispered a bearly audible "SHIT" at the same time and I walked into my own room, leaving Draco alone in the living room.

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I sorta came up with an ending... but Iunno if I should put it or not.... still debating the subject... tell me who you want to see Ginny end up with... and I guess by the end of this chapter you know who Ginny has a passion for, and who she has true feelings for... if you don't, er, well, what she has for Draco is pure lust *this subject will be explained more in later chapters* and what she has for Harry are feelings, true feelings, though she doesn't realize it yet.