A/N: Hiya! Sorry it was so long. I've er... kind of gotten obsessed with Everwood lately, so I've been dipping my toes into that pool. I promise, I won't forget this fic! I love it.

Dedication: This is for Anyaka, because she found my mistake! And so lovingly pointed it out to me too! Thank you so much, this chapter's yours, if you want it...

Ginny hadn't noticed him yet; she was busy collecting the books that had gone astray in their collision. He took the time to simply indulge in her… beauty? As soon as the thought came into his brain, he pushed it away. Ginny was not beautiful. She COULD NOT be beautiful. She was a Weasley! Weasleys were to be hated and ignored by the Malfoy family, not admired for their beauty. But… he couldn't exactly ignore her now that he had this bet, why not admire her. The hell with it!

Ginny Weasley was beautiful. There, he said it. She was beautiful in a way that was breathtaking. Her red hair matched her tall, thin frame and the Gryffindor robes bringing out her best features. Her torso was in the shape of one of those muggle ballet dancers his father liked so much- strong neck with showing shoulder blades. Maybe he wouldn't have such an awful time getting her to sleep with him… she could be kinky.

Deciding that the time was ripe to introduce his dashing self to her, he reached down to pick up one of her tattered schoolbooks. It was a reminder that once again, she was a Weasley- a poor, second hand Weasley.

"Here." He said handing it to her. "Wouldn't want to lose this... buying another one might put your family in debt."

She looked up- her eyes round, her face shocked. Upon seeing him, instead of being overwhelmed with the horror a Weasley should have when seeing a Malfoy, she rolled her eyes. She rolled her eyes. I know!

"What do you want Malfoy?" She said, grabbing her book from his hands.

She was sixteen now. Draco remembered when she was littler... and bashful. When did she change?

"My, my. What a spitfire you are!" He sneered. In truth, he kind of liked her little attitude. "You barely know me and yet you're giving me such a horrible attitude."

Ginny snorted and he nearly melted. It was too cute! "I know you. My brothers talk about you all the time. They call you a pompous arrogant bastard."

Amazed that such an innocent Weasley would ever say bastard, he clucked his tongue. "Shame Ginny, such words coming from such a sweet mouth...." He stood up and held out his hand. "Besides, your brothers don't know a thing about the way I am around beautiful girls. And you are a beautiful girl..." He let his voice trail off.

She stood up without his hand and looked him straight into his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know," He let his hand find her arm and trace down the cool skin of hers.

"Bite me!" And she stalked off, leaving a very confused Draco staring after him.

Was it my breath, he asked himself. He cupped his hand and blew. It smelled fine to him. It couldn't have been his hair; it was perfectly slicked back. Exasperated he shouted, "What was it?"

A couple of people looked up at him startled. They picked up their things and moved to the other side of the room.

"Maybe it was the pickup line." A voice said from behind him. His face fell.

"How much of that did you witness?" He asked.

"Enough to know that I'm going to win." Blaise said, kissing the tip of his nose. "Remember, Shamefully Unabashed. There's a color called Shamefully Abashed and if you get me that, I don't think I could ever forgive you. I mean, it does NOT go with my eyes at all." She looked at her diamond-encrusted watch. "I'm late for Potions. Should I tell him you're sick?" Draco nodded; still trying to get over the mortifying events that had just unfolded. "Ciao, darling!"

She left him alone in the library with bunches of sniveling and surprised first years. He sent them an evil glare and they turned back to their History of Magic homework.

"I need a nap!" He said, snapping his head up. "A nice long nap."

"I would to after that failure..." The painting next to him commented.

"Bite me!" And oddly enough, when Draco left, the painting had a slash right down the middle of it.

*****

"Draco, sweetie." A voice was pulling him out of his dreams. Fingers brushed his hair away from his eyes, trying to pull him back to reality.

He groaned and rolled over. Blaise was not about to be rejected. She lay down next to him and put her face up to his.

"Darling, let's go. It's dinner and I refuse to go without you."

"Leave me alone. I don't want to go down there. I want to sleep more." He said groggily.

"Oh, you don't want to face that Weasley girl, is that it? Honestly Draco, if this is too much for you, I'll let you improvise with Pansy. She'll probably throw herself into a volcano if you asked her. Oh, can you imagine how cute your kids will be? People will come from everywhere around just to see the freaks. You two will be so happy. A white picket fence, a dog-" A carefully aimed pillow came flying at her face, cutting her off. She laughed; surprised he could aim that well when he couldn't even see her. She grabbed his arms and dragged him out of bed. "You've got ten minutes."

And that's how Draco was sitting in the Great Hall half an hour later. He could feel Blaise next to him talking to a poor third year. She was seductively trying to get his food from him, just because she could. He couldn't bear to look up, knowing that the entire Gryffindor table knew about his efforts to tempt Ginny with his charming good looks.

Blaise, seeming to read his mind said, "It's not that bad. Maybe the girl kept her mouth shut. I mean, would you want to tell your brother his worst enemy hit on you?"

Draco then decided, she was right. Why would Ginny tell Ron?

Happily, he helped himself to some Yorkshire pudding.