Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. One of Draco's lines toward the end is from Chicago as well.

Ginny ran to the spot wehre she had seen Draco earlier; he'd been there for at least three hours. She wondered how nayone could stay sitting in the same spot by the lake for three whole hours, but then again, she was a very active young woman.

"What's up?" she said slowinger her run to a jog before stopping. The casual nature of the gesture startled her. Since when was she comfortable with Draco Malfoy? 'Since he kissed you, you dolt!' she scolded herslef.

"The sky, the ceiling, my stock in Weasley Wizard Wheezes," he said dryly.

"You own stock in Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" she asked wide-eyed.

"It's quite a lucrative business opportunity," he said off-handedly still turned to the lake as she slid down next to him shoulder to shoulder, "As far as business affairs go, our little feud doesn't exist."

"And as far as love?" she asked inquistively, eyelids lowered and eyebrows raised. It was his natural male reaction to draw himself closer to her.

"Oh, it's still there," he said drawing ever closer particularly his lips, which were close enough they she could feel the words form as he spoke them. "I'm just not sure who's side I'm on yet," and he captured her lips with his in the blink of an eye, obviously well-practiced. He definitely was no beginner in the art of kissing, and, well, neither was she. In the midst of their passionate kiss, Ginny noticed an owl out of the corner of her eye, a well-known owl to be precise.

"Draco," she said as he left a trail of kisses down her neck, "Why is my family's owl here with a Howler addressed to you?" That was perhaps the one thing that could have made him stop immediately. Hell, she was intoxicating enough that even if it was a Howler from his father he wouldn't have stopped, but unfortunately this was not the case.

"It must be my response," he said quite irritated to be interrupted. Ginny didn't mind, but then again, she was more worried that she'd lose control and be in real trouble. After all, he wasn't a novice in the art of seducing either.

"Are you mad? OF COURSE YOU CAN'T COURT MY DAUGHTER! Even IF she agreed! Haven't you Malfoys done ENOUGH! NO!" and it quickly ripped itself to shreds.

"Well, I think that went over well," he said smirking, "what do you think?"

"What did you write to him?" she shrieked half with surprise and half with laughter, "I, Draco Malfoy, would most humbly like permission to fuck your daughter senseless?" He let out a bark of laughter at the rather direct comment.

"I asked if I would 'humbly' as you say be allowed to court his lovely daughter with her consent, of course," he said in a superior tone and a half-smile on his face.

She softly laughed and shook her head, "You willingly faced the wrath of my father unnecessarily? I hope you didn't send one to Ron as well!" She laughed harder this time. He put on a mask of shock and horror as though seeing a red-faced Ron marching after him, and they both dissovled into fits of laughter. "You know, you didn't need to do that. I didn't make Michael Corner or Dean do that."

"And I didn't bother with Pansy," he said turned to the lake, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders. She looked up and smiled at him and was sure he saw it when a similar one appeared on his face; he turned to her with warm gray eyes and lightly kissed her smiling lips. "So?"

"So what?" she said giving him her full attention though he was a bit distracted by her shimmering brown eyes and full red lips.

"Do you agree?"

"That you can court me or that you're mad?" she teased. He playfully smacked her before resuming their former position. Good Lord! This woman had softened him!

"Alright, but first I have to ask you a few questions." He raised his eyebrow at this but gave a confirming nod. "Are you, have you ever been, or intend to be a Death Eater?"

"I look out for the interest of myself and those of my own only."

"Are you using this or are going to use this to harm me, Ron, Harry, or Hermione in anyway?"

"I suppose not," he said gruffly, slightly disappointed.

"And do you agree to keep this a secret until the Yule Ball?" His mouth twisted into a smirk.

"As my lady wishes." He took her outstretched hand and, rather than shaking it, puled so that they toppled backwards with her on top.

"Oh boy," she said sarcastically sitting up next to a laughing Draco Malfoy, "At this rate, we might as well snog in the middle of the Great Hall. We'd be a hall of a lot more inconspicuous!" He pulled her down, this time with him above her and began to make a line of kisses down her throat, on her collar bone, unbuttoning one button, then two. Ginny shot up, nearly hitting boyfriend.'Good Lord,' she thought to herself, 'What have I gotten myself into?'

"No, no, no, and no," she said to a very annoyed Draco Malfoy, "I'm not that kind of girl, you know."

"What? A virgin? You're that kind of girl," he said arrogantly. She colored for a second before regaining control of herself.

"Well," she said with a grin, "rumor has it that you're that kind guy too!"

"You know," he replied with an evil glint in his eyes, "if you'd only comply, I could relieve us both of the condition at the same time." He pounced and she dodged at the perfect time; soon they were in a laughing, kissing heap by the lake.

After much giggling and straightening of each other's clothing, they finally started off for the castle. On their slow stroll back, Ginny pulled out a small compact and stopped in her tracks at what she saw. "Draco Malfoy you gave me a hickey!"

"I did not," he replied innocently, "it's a love bite!"

"A love bite, my ass," she said under her breath.

"I'd be more than happy to comply if only you'd allow," he said cheekily. This time she really did smack him...lightly. She shook her head and laughed.

They seemed to reach the doors of the castle far too soon in either party's opinion. They said their goodbyes, and Draco Malfoy was not one to forget the goodnight kiss. Well, kisses in their case.

She watched him go down the Slytherin staircase with a disappointed sigh when out of nowhere appeared the infamous duo of Lavender and Parvati.

"Oh, we were just umm...." said Lavender nervously.

"Going to the library," filled in Parvati a little too quickly, "So what happened? Did you snog? Are you going to the Yule Ball? Going out? Is he a good kisser? Did you...you know?" Ginny just laughed at their eagerness and brushed them off.

"I guess you better hurry off to the library then, maybe we could finish this later," she said looking idly at her nails. She had some good gossip and wasn't about to waste it just yet. The pair scowled.

"Fine," said Parvati coldly, "but you better have some juicy gossip, you hear?" Ginny just laughed and shooed them away before going up all seven floors by herself. She told the Fat Lady the password and decided to go straight to her dorm room. She was tired, no wonder why.

"Ginny..." Ron said suspiciously. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Why do you have a hickey?"

"Oh, this," her hand went up unconsciously to her neck as she started her way slowly up the stairs ready for a run, "This isn't a hickey. It's a love bite!"

A/N:Sorry about the delay! Marching band UIL had me pressed for time with grueling practices and rigid schedules, which didn't leave much time for writing, even required English papers. Luckily, that's all over with, and the end of marching season is fast approaching! I'll be sure to show my D/G pride at the games where we dress up, for which the theme is John williams's Music, the composer of Harry Potter! :) After that's all done, I'll have too much free time on my hands. Thanks for still reading!