Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Gundum Wing, Buffy, Charmed, or any thing else so how about I forget writing anymore disclaimers because if I was the owner I wouldn't settle for fanfics would I? Although I do wish I owned the people like Draco, Spike, Legolas, Rath, Zagato, so on and so forth if you know what I mean.

A/N: I'm in a terrible mood because I'm trying to do what I want to do and still trying to live up to everyone's expectations so thus I give Ginny a hard time in the beginning.

Chapter One:

Ginny walked around Diagon Alley finding her way to the hotel/diner so she could sleep. She thought of last night. She was no longer part of the Weasley family because she refused to do something she didn't want to do. But she had to follow her instinct and so she got dislodged from the family. She felt a familiar presence close by. She looked around and saw Draco Malfoy walking towards her.

"What's a Weasley doing all by herself?" He said.

"I'm not a Weasley."

"Oh, really? Then why do you look so much like Ginny Weasley?"

"Because I was removed from the family since I didn't want to do what they were telling me to do."

He looked at her with slight interest.

"What are you going to do now?"

She just realized that they had made it to where she was heading and were walking in the door.

"I wanted to do something to show that they can't control me and will probably make them upset."

He looked at her with even more interest.

"I'll help you."

"How?"

"How would they react if they found you dating me?"

She thought carefully then agreed.

He turned to the owner.

"I'd like a room for two." Draco said to the owner.

The owner gave him a key. Draco put his arm around her waist.

"I'm not sleeping with you." She whispered defiantly.

"Why do you think I ordered a room for two? I didn't think you would….at least not yet."

He smiled mischievously. She liked his daring and let him lead her up to the room they were staying in.

They put their stuff down and went back downstairs.

"How about we get some ice-cream?"

"Okay."

She let him lead her out. She didn't like the pleasure she felt with his arm around her waist. She didn't think this was for real so she guessed it was because she had the happiness of getting back at her family.

After they ate their ice cream he took to different stores to walk around. They finally headed back when it was completely dark outside. They walked back up to the room. Ginny started rummaging through her stuff trying to find pajamas. She had forgotten to grab some during the rush.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't find any pajamas. I'll just go back and buy some."

"You can't. The stores are all closed."

"Well, I'm not sleeping in my clothes!"

"I never said you were."

He tossed her a shirt.

"You can wear that."

She kneeled on her bed, her back facing him whiled she took off her shirt and bra to put the shirt on. She buttoned it up and then took off the mini-skirt she was wearing. She turned around and realized he had been staring at her the whole time.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm going to send an owl to my mum to tell her that I've found a way to get back at father."

"Is that why you said you'd help me?"

"Yes. Well, not completely maybe." He said with a sly smile.

He left the room and she crawled into bed. She was almost asleep when she heard him come back in. It was obvious he thought she was a sleep by the way he was trying to be quiet as not to wake her. He stopped by her bed and bent down to give her a kiss on the forehead.

"Good night, my sweet Ginny."

He walked over to his stuff changed and hopped into bed.

A/N: So how'd ya like it? My muses are singing the Barbie song to annoy me so-wait a minute! Sure a lot of the muses I have will do that, but my I-in-a-bad-mood-and-if-you-mess-with-me-I'll-kill-you muse Voldemort!! Okay my mind is warped so I'll just have to do some strange yet interesting babble. Today during Science a girl named Tabby hit this boy named Vincent and he made himself cry just to have fun, and I was laughing so hard that my eyes watered and tears came out. I was lucky my friend didn't say "purple and pink" because tears would have poured out. You'll know what the purple and pink thing is if you read the second chapter to "Love for the Impossible" by Amoloi. Oh, today when I had a volleyball game no one said, "Let's not kill Ember!" for the huddle when we talk about game plans. Every time I play a sport people try to kill me. At PE I was hit in the side and the head with a basketball. I have this friend from the Internet who when I IM her basically the only way to get her to write back is to type "Where's my Mel Mel."