A/N: sorry about the wait I've been busy cos school started a few days ago. Anyway, enjoy!

Ginny and Jennifer talked almost until midnight. Draco was sleeping luxuriously on the couch/bench with his arms behind his head, light breaths escaping his lips slowly in a pattern. Ginny had to admit, he looked awfully sexy, lying there bare chested on his back, showing off a six pack and a lot more. . .

It took Ginny a while to realise that she wasn't paying attention to Jennifer, but was staring at Draco with lust. Jennifer, who was sitting opposite Draco, noticed this and laughed.

"Aw, look who's fallen in love with the Dragon," she said teasingly.

"I have not fallen in love with him! He's just a surprise to me that's all!" Ginny explained to her, snapping out of her staring.

"Yes and I am the Queen of the Sugar Plum Fairies. Look, Ginny. It's evident. You've obviously fallen for the man. You just have to realise it yourself," she said reassuringly. "Does he act like a Dragon?"

"Huh?" Ginny said, surprised at the sudden (kind of) change of subject. "Well, he is stubborn, he has his scales for defence, and he can breathe fire on anyone he wishes," Ginny replied. 'Or rather breathe ice' she added in her mind.

"Well, there you go. Your Dragon. You will probably be his Fire when you two realise that there is something going on. Now, let us go to sleep." And with that, Jennifer stood up and walked out of the room, adding a "Let Draco sleep on the sofa, he will not like us waking him up."

Ginny sighed. She wasn't tired at all. Jennifer really got her thinking. She hadn't really thought about 'love' before this. She had only known that she was attracted to him, but love? Why would she be in love with such an evil bastard? He was a big moron with 'pervert' written all over his face. Or was he. . .?

Ginny hadn't realised that she had walked outside behind the house and was standing under the stars and on the grass. She lay down on the grass and looked at the dark sky. The moon was not full, thank God, and the stars were shining brightly, some brighter than others as if they were trying to tell her something. As she tried to figure it out, just to keep her mind off things, she heard noise next to her.

"How long have you been here?" a familiar voice asked.

"Since about midnight, I think," she answered, looking up at Draco, who was standing above her. He was wet, and Ginny realised that he had probably bathed or something.

"That's three hours," he said, looking at his watch. He lay down beside her and looked at the sky. "What are we looking at?" he asked.

"The stars," she said. "Look, there's Uranus," Ginny said and pointed at a planet that looked awfully close, but still far away.

"No, Weasel, it's right here," Draco said teasingly.

"Not your arse, you ferret! The planet!" she laughed and punched Draco in the shoulder.

Draco chuckled.

*****

Draco was surprised that the nymphs let him go so easily. They had brought him to their beautiful home of woodland, where the streams were clean and the birds sang. They bathed him in the clean lake with scented herbs and when they finished he was spotless. They had told him that they hadn't had any man to play with for years and they were getting hungry. They let him go to find other men and bring them there. There were nymphs watching his every step as he did so.

Ginny looked nice in the moonlight. She was still wearing her clothes that she came in, and they showed off her curves beautifully, and her ripped skirt showed off her thin, but shaped legs more than she would like, but to Draco's pleasure. (A/N: couldn't resist. . .)

She was laughing at his joke and it didn't make a difference. It would have a few days ago but it didn't now, that the family spell had done its job. Draco rolled over on his stomach and stared at the sky. He heard Ginny stop laughing and then sigh. And then to his surprise, gasp.

Draco looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She seemed to be looking at his back with horror across her face. He took a peek at his back and saw what she was looking at. His scars from the whipping from his father were now visible since he had been washed. He had been too dirty before for anyone to notice them. The scars from the Heretics Fork were also visible. His Father had used it in a different way. He had scratched his back from shoulders to waist with it and Draco winced at the memory.

Ginny looked at his face with her eyes wide. "W-what ha-happened?" she asked.

"I'm not sure if you want to know, but I will only tell you one thing. My Father," he said as if that would explain everything. Ginny nodded thoughtfully.

"Do they hurt?" she asked. Draco nodded.

"All the time," he said. "But I'm used to it now." Draco saw a tear escape Ginny's right eye and he sat up. He wiped the tear away with his thumb and lowered his mouth to hers.

The moment their lips met, the kiss got fierce and passionate, and Draco felt Ginny's lust for him against his lips as he faked his. His lips curled slightly as he kissed her fiercely and thought about how easy this round had been. Draco: 1. Ginny: 0!

*****

Ginny had been devastated when her eyes caught Draco's scars and even more shocked when he kissed her. This time he wasn't as soft as he was usually when he kissed her, but he was fierce as if he was trying to break her. She had responded at once, returning his lust with her own. A tear escaped her eye again and it went down er nose and into their mouths.

Draco pulled away. His silver eyes showed no emotion at all. Ginny thought of him as a mystery. First he was nice, then he was an evil bastard, then he was nice again. What was going on in that brain of his? Ginny was desperate to know. Did he like her? Did he hate her? He was so confusing! He was way out of her league!

"How are we gonna get out of here, Draco?" she asked. "Are we stuck here? I mean, can't you remember anything that can help us?"

Ginny was surprised once again when he took her in his arms and hugged her. She let the tears fall freely.

*****

Draco wasn't used to comforting a crying person, but in order to carry on with his little game, he smoothened her hair and whispered words of comfort in her ear.

She didn't seem to want to stop crying, because she was using at least half the water in her body in her long crying session. It seemed that she had been holding the tears in for weeks.

Draco mentally punched himself for feeling a pang of sympathy in his chest, but it disappeared as fast as it had come. He involuntarily kissed her hair when she stopped crying and watched the angelic face of Ginny Weasley as she fell asleep in his arms.

Draco didn't realise that he was smiling down at her until a few minutes. He mentally punched himself again, carried Ginny to the house, and lay her down on her bed. Draco then turned to the other bed on the other side of the room. It was an incredibly small room, so the beds were very close, and the house didn't have enough rooms.

Draco sighed and got under the blankets and fell asleep.

*****

When Ginny woke up the sun was shining through her window at Draco, who was sleeping peacefully on the other bed with the most pure innocent face she had ever seen. When he was awake, he looked plain evil, but when he was sleeping, he looked like an angel. She smiled and got out of bed.

Turning to the nightstand on the side of the bed, she picked up a brush and brushed her hair. 'Yuck!' Ginny said as she felt how dirty her hair was. She decided to find some water and bath. She stank!

So she exited the room and the house and headed for the forest. She found a beautiful place that she never thought would fit in the forest in its condition. It was stunning and crystal clear water was running in ponds and streams. There was even a small waterfall that sounded playful when the water ushered off the edge.

It was paradise. Birds were singing and flowers covered the deserted place. The grass was incredibly green and fruits hung from the trees. Ginny didn't think twice about stripping her clothes off and jumping a pond. The water was right between boiling and freezing. It was just the way she liked it.

She saw that on the grass by the pond was Lavender and Rosemary. She went back to her clothes and got her wand out. She collected some Rosemary and Lavender and transformed them into bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and soap. She would smell all-herbal after this. This seemed to be too good to be true.

And it was. . .

A/N: another cliffie!!! Muahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Well, I gotta keep you guys reading don't i? muahahahahahaha!! Ok, it hurts no one to review, so plz REVIEW!!!! The longer reviews, the better *hint hint* ; )