A/N: Sorry to inflict any confusion… But "Shakespeare In Love" isn't only featuring "As you like it" It's a mix of all the plays. Sorry if any of you thought it was just one certain one.

Also, if anyone doesn't get what some of the lines from Shakespeare means... email me at frenchkiss167589@yahoo.com with the quote and i'll explain it for you. Thanks!

"So, I heard Harry kissed you today." Molly Weasley slyly grinned as she handed her daughter another plate to dry off. Ginny turned sharply towards her mother who stood smiling starring at the dish water as she scrubbed determinedly.

"How did you find out?" Ginny rubbed harder and faster as a result of her embarrassment and set the plate in the cupboard.

"I heard Harry talking to Hermoine and Ron." She shrugged her shoulders as if it were old news and a silly question. "Or more, I heard Hermoine awing, Harry happily recalling the details, and Ron groaning for him to shut up." They both giggled. "so…?"

"So what?" Ginny took another plate from her mothers hands and her mother looked over at her. Cinnamon eyes both made contact. Ginny looked more like her mother than anyone cared to admit. Before her, everyone said Charlie was the closest thing to their mother, while the other boys all tended to follow their fathers structure. But not Ginny. Seeing younger pictures of her mother, You could swear it was Ginny standing there. Seven children had of course over time added the pounds, grays, and worry lines. But she still had the beautiful eyes that everyone adored.

"So how was it."

"I thought you heard what Harry had to say about it." She looked away hoping she wouldn't have to answer truthfully. How she didn't like his kiss, and how she really didn't like him anymore.

"Dear, when men get even the littlest bit from a girl they go off how it was the best thing in their lives." Ginny looked shocked never hearing her mother using sexual innuendo before.

"Mama!"

"I'm telling the truth! You do realize that your father wasn't the first man I kissed."

"I hadn't really thought about it." Ginny blushed. Her mother smiled at the old memories.

"Well, he wasn't my first. Or second…or even my fifteenth I don't think." She chuckled. "And I'll let you know, even though all my ex boyfriends kisses made me feel light, and loved, and sometimes wanted to carry on and see what other things would make me feel-." Ginny gulped "It wasn't until your father kissed me the first time that I realized he was the only one I would kiss for the rest of my life."

"How did you know?" Molly stopped washing and rested her elbows against the edge of the sink. She let her head hang and turned to look at her daughter with a thoughtful look on her face.

"You just…do. It's as if everything has stopped. As if no one in the world exists besides you two. It's as if,"

"as if you just know?" Ginny grinned.

"Exactly." Mother and daughter locked eyes and smiled. Molly looked into her daughters eyes and it was then she saw it. Just a flash, and it was gone in a breath. And she felt the smile slip from her lips. "And you didn't feel that with Harry. Did you?" Ginny looked away quickly. "Gin…you're only sixteen. You don't need to be feeling these kinds of emotions so soon you realize." Ginny dried and put another dish in the cupboards.

"I know," she replied. "It's just…for the past seven years I've loved him mum! Or at least, I thought it was love…But now, I just don't know. It's as if all my memories are telling me why I should love him, how I used to love him, everyone's telling me we should be together, and now that he wants to be with me… my heart and feelings wont go along with it. I don't love him." Molly walked over to Ginny and wrapped her arms around her in a hug.

"Shh, darling!" she chuckled. "No one says you have to be in love with him! If you don't like him, then don't be with him. It was only a kiss, not a proposal for marriage." Ginny smiled.

"Yeah, I know." She backed away from her mother. "Thanks mum." Molly smiled and watched Ginny walk out of the room.

"Poor dear…At least I hope it wasn't a proposal for marriage." She shook her head and emptied the sink.

Ginny sat on the couch with her book once again. Her legs pulled up along her as she sat curled against the couch, warmed by the fire. It was late at night, and most of the household was asleep, aside from Hermoine, Ron, and Harry who had gone out somewhere that night. Ginny flipped the page and continued reading "All's well that ends well". She read by the light of the flames and had just then decided it was well time to go to bed. She didn't know why she waited up for her brothers and his friends, but she decided she would wait no longer. Lightly closing the book, she set it down on the side table and stood up. Stretching her legs she didn't see the male figure standing at the doorway until she looked up. "Oh" she exclaimed. Harry walked in close to her.

"Hello" he called.

"Hello" She answered. Looking past him, "where's Hermoine and Ron?" He didn't glance back, nearly shrugged his shoulders.

"They should be here soon." He moved closer to her and took her hand in his. His hands were soft and gentle, much like her own, only so much bigger. She looked down at her hand as his thumb rubbed her skin. It was like silk on silk and felt nice. She looked up at his smiling eyes and grinned back. Without warning he pushed down against and kissed her. His time harder, more urgent to feel her lips beneath his. When she felt his tongue push against her mouth she tried not to open, but he slid in still and she opened as not to bite down on him. She felt his hand gently push her head closer to his and she wanted to duck down and out. This wasn't right. Here he was, doing everything she'd ever wanted, and all she wanted was to run away! She tensed up and he quickly let her go.

"What's wrong?" Concern was in his voice, but his eyes held only her lips. She groped around for words and moved back. Away from him.

"I'm… I'm just tired." He smiled and moved closer to her.

"Then let me wake you up."

"NO!" he stopped looking confused. "I…I mean, please Harry…I'm really tired tonight." He sighed and looked away, disappointed.

"Alright, I'll walk you up to your room." She nodded and walked in front of him and he wrapped his arm around her waist and lead her up the stairs. To Ginny it felt as if they wouldn't get there before she would have to pull away and run from him. She didn't know what it was, but something didn't feel right anymore between them.

"Well, This is my room… I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yup. Well… goodnight." He leaned down and kissed her quickly.

"Night." She smiled. Turning quickly into her room she shut the door and wiped her lips. Listening she heard his footsteps die off in the other direction. More than likely he went to his room, or back downstairs. Stepping as lightly as she could she moved to her bed and sat down. Looking around she realized she wasn't in the least bit tired anymore. Glancing around she spotted her broom. She grinned. It was about time she went somewhere, did something. She checked her watch, it was only 10 o'clock. Walking across the room she grabbed her old cloak and threw it on over her muggle wear. Grabbing her broom, she opened her window and stood on the edge of her sill. "Up" she whispered. As the broom shot up into her hand she mounted in and looked back to make sure no one was coming. She gently took off into the night flying up over the trees to stay out of the view of anyone looking outside. The breeze blew against her face and her hair blew behind her. She smiled at the feel of fresh air and laughed at her freedom. Letting go of her broom for a moment she threw her hands up and guided the broom with her knees. "Now.. Where to go?" many pictures of places where she should go to be alone crept into her mind when she realized she didn't want to be alone. She just didn't want to be with Harry. Turning the broom left, she headed off to the local coffee shop where wizards hung out. It was the only place that was open till midnight that allowed someone her age to be.



Ginny landed on the ground somewhere in the woods away from the muggle eyes. Tossing her cloak over her broom, she hid them behind two rocks at the boarder of the woods. Walking out she adjusted her black shirt that hung off her shoulders and blue jeans to fit her better from the trip. Checking her watch she saw it had only taken her a half hour to get here. She walked quickly out of the woods into the streets so to not draw any attention to her. It was mostly eighteen and nineteen year olds roaming the streets, and a few drunks. Looking at the street signs she saw shop she was looking for.

"The Vixen." She repeated. Opening the door she saw an assortment of people sitting drinking coffee, tea, reading books, using laptops, or just talking. Walking up to the counter she read the menu and ordered a Double Frothed coco Latte. Ginny looked over and saw an copy of the Daily Prophet. Picking it up she paid for her latte and moved to a table in the corner. She opened it and started reading an article when she heard the chair across from her scrape the floor. Lowering the paper she saw him pull the chair to the table. Her brows furrowed and she looked back at the paper.

"What do you want Malfoy?" She heard him tsk and set the paper down.

"Is that anyway to greet someone? I know your family has no money, but I'd at least thought they'd taught you some manners. I see now your just poor barbarians."

"Sod off, what do you want?" She looked into his storm gray eyes and saw not the hate that usually laced them when he glared at her brother or Harry, But more, they were filled with amusement.

"Well, I say, this must be a first." She cocked an eyebrow. "I've never had a girl-anyone tell me to sod off before." She was about to say something else when he added "I kind of like it." She stopped and closed her mouth. What was she supposed to say to that. "So, trying to get away from it all I assume?"

"And why would you assume that?"

"Because you're sitting at my table."

"What?" She dropped the paper in her lap and saw that indeed Draco's coat, laptop, and tea were indeed sitting on the table. She blushed and muttered an apology. "I wasn't looking. I just wanted to sit down."

"well, I don't mind. So long as you don't touch my things." He grinned at her to let her know he was joking. "You know, you really look lovely when you blush." She looked up at him curiously.

"Thanks…Why are you being nice? Your normally a self centered git who doesn't care one whim for anyone else."

"Because, as I said before, no one else has told me to sod off before. And I liked it."

"Oh." She looked down, embarrassed, but Draco leaned forward and lifted her chin up with a finger.

"Never tilt your head down for anyone. You may miss a look, or a kiss, or a compliment." His eyes blended into hers and he smiled. It was rather dazzling she admitted. Perfect white teeth, Yet, not inhumanly white. And his hair looked recently cut so his bangs were longer in the front than the rest of his hair. It was parted down the middle and they hung down to the bottom of his eyes. Ginny gazed at his light complexion. Normally pale white, being this close to him, she realized he wasn't pale, just fair skinned. Light color tinted his cheeks and she was in awe at how handsomely gorgeous he was.

Ginny smiled back at him. And realized his hand was still on her chin. She didn't say anything as it felt good there. "Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she."

"You read Shakespeare!" He looked shocked and quickly covered it with a smile.

"You read him too?"

"Oh he's wonderful!" She smiled and as she did her face seemed to glow. "What's your favorite play?" Draco seemed to think about this.

"Actually I love them all…but I suppose my most favorites would have to be, Twelfth night, As you like it, And Romeo and Juliet. You?"

"I love As you like it. Romeo and Juliet and As you like it are beautiful plays though! I love them also." Ginny went on and on about everything Shakespeare and Draco was only too happy to respond. 'She's not so bad…for being a Weasley.' He thought. 'And she's certainly beautiful. But she's in love with Potter.' Draco nearly gagged. 'That boy has no interest in her and deserves none of her. But…if he doesn't deserve her…who does?'

"Would you like to go to the beach with me?"

"Now?" she asked. She looked at her watch at him and giggled. "But it's almost midnight as it is."

"Is it really?" he laughed. "My, where the time does fly."

"Well…now that you brought my attention to the time, I really should be getting home." She stood up and looked at him almost regretfully. Pushing in her chair she hung onto it for a moment, almost hoping… "Well, Bye then." She turned and started walking when Draco jumped up.

"Ginny! Wait!" She turned and felt her face involuntarily smiling at the sound of his voice. "I want to see you again."

"Ay, But when?"

"As soon as possible… tomorrow? I can pick you up at your house and we could go somewhere? The beach?" She was about to say yes when a picture of Harry appeared in her mind.

"Well…perhaps I should just meet you somewhere?" Draco looked a little put out, but he nodded.

"Tomorrow, here? Noon?" Ginny thought about it for a moment before grinning.

"Alright. Noon. I'll see you then." Smiling she waved and walk out of the door into the woods where she left her broom. Draco followed her out and watched her take off into the night. He shook his head and wandered off in the other direction. "I cant believe I just asked Weasley out on a date…" After walking a block or two wondering what they were going to do the next day besides the beach when he found he had a smile plastered on his face. Rubbing his hands over the goofy grin he found it wouldn't budge. What was it about that girl? He had spent the last six years making her brothers life hell…insulting her family, insulting her, doing everything he could to hurt them…and there they were, chatting for the past two hours as if the had been going out for the past month! He stood by the corner thinking of what it could be that let him get along with her so well when he normally would have just hexed them and moved along.

Hexed.

She had hexed him two years before! He laughed as he remembered. Of course, at the time it wasn't funny, it had taken three weeks for the hex to finally wear off, But she was the first girl to hex him. And she was younger! And then tonight, telling him to sod off…she had spunk. Sass. He liked it. But so what? Potter had been like that for the past six, seven years and he wasn't in love with scar face! She liked Shakespeare…he had never met anyone who loved the mans works as much as she did. Aside from himself. Perhaps it was because she was beautiful?

No.

He had many gorgeous girls moaning his name that he could have anytime he wanted. Yet, they were 'hot'. Their looks promising a good time in bed. Ginny though…was beyond just hot. She was actually perfect. The way her soft flames curled from the top of her head down to her shoulders, the way her cheeks faintly blushed giving her the look of a princess, her creamy white complexion, and those eyes…such warmth radiating from them. Even when her words were hateful and harsh.

Draco smacked himself.

"Stop, she's just another girl. And to her I'm just another guy. And a Malfoy at that…it must be she's being polite going out with me tomorrow." He frowned. "No one like her would possibly want to go out with me." He shook his head and started walking home again. "She'd be a nice shag" he tried to tell himself. He smiled though knowing he was lying. She was more than just a shag…she was a lifetime.

Ginny saw her window was still open as she hovered closer to the house. "Good, no one noticed I was gone." Looking around on the ground she saw Hermoines car. Which she and Ron had taken to cruise London. She looked around and didn't see any lights on in the kitchen, or bedrooms. Just the embers faintly glowing in the living room. "All asleep? That makes this easier for me." Easing closer to the house she silently flew straight forward through the window. Her feet touched down without making a sound and she slowly walked over to set her broom down. Taking off her cloak she placed it over the a chair and went to shut the window. Closing it with a quiet snap, she sighed. Dreamily gazing at the stars.

"What is it about you Draco…that you can be so heartless and cruel, but when someone gets you alone you're their prince charming?"

"I don't know, Perhaps you can tell me?" The voice made Ginny jump. Turning her bright fearful wide eyes locked onto the a pair of angry Green sitting in the dark.

"Harry!"

A/N: Ok…well, My bad. Harry wasn't supposed to find out until LATER about Draco and Ginny… but for some reason without my knowing he just sort of popped up. I now see what authors mean when they say the characters have a mind of their own and they start living out their own lives and the authors have no choice about the matter.

And again, please review with thoughts and ideas. Flames are welcome…they just might not get read.

~Manda~