Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until book 6.

A/N: Enjoy and thanks for the reviews. I think you'll enjoy Ron's comments. ======================================================================

The next day, Draco was still angry and bitter over everything that had gone on. He had another dream about Ginny in Slytherin robes that got his blood boiling in more ways than one. He thought that maybe the shrew has charmed him somehow so she could enter his dreams. After a quick talk with Snape, he discovered no such charmed existed for these particular dreams. The head of house had said that smirking, as if Snape knew something Draco didn't. That just angered him even more.

Finally, having enough of the goody goody act, Draco decided to have some fun. Taking off while Crabbe and Goyle stayed behind eating supper in the Great Hall, Draco waited in the shadows. He was going to have some fun. Suddenly he heard that mudblood Granger coming down the hall. A lot of other students were following her. They were all probably going back to their houses for the night or to the hall to eat. Looking down the hall at her, he saw she was carrying a load of books. Smirking he waited until she was about to him before stepping his foot forward and tripping her.

Books went flying everywhere, as Granger fell forward. Looking back at where she tripped, her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of Draco.

"Oh, you," she spat, as she began picking up her books.

Draco sneered down at her. Salazaar, it felt great to do that. He was about ready to call her mudblood and make some vile comment about Weasel, when he heard someone clear her throat very loudly. He knew that sound. Looking up, Ginny stood across the hall. He had failed to notice they were in front of the prefect's bath. Damn, why is it she was always around?

Ginny arched an eyebrow and mouthed "apologize."

Flames danced in Draco's eyes as he mouthed no.

Smirking, which irritated Draco beyond belief, Ginny opened the door to the prefect's bath and yelled, "Merrium."

Growling Draco quickly looked down.

"I'm sorry Granger," Draco spat.

Hermione looked up at Draco. Her eyes were still full of anger. "Yeah, right Death Eater."

"Excuse me," Draco hissed as he watched Ginny disappear into the bath. Quickly he crossed the hall and opened the doors to the bath.

Ginny was sitting at the vanity, cleaning her fingernails with a file. Currently, Draco wanted to pluck out her eyes with that file, but he tried to control his temper.

"Can I speak to you privately?" he snapped, motioning to the portraits.

"I put a blinding and silencing charm on all the portrait, even Merrium," Ginny told him, as she put the fingernail file down, and walked over to a nearby sink. "But I told them that if I didn't take them off in 20 minutes to go the headmaster's office and let him know something's wrong. That way you can't 'accidentally' make anything happen to me."

Draco sneered evilly and strode across the bath until he was in front of the mermaid picture. He was making damn sure this time that she couldn't see or hear him.

"You are the ugliest, most vile thing I've ever seen!" Draco screeched at the portrait, watching to see if it flinched at his words.

"Please don't do that," Ginny said, as she washed her hands in the sink.

"Why not?"

"Because she's my friend."

"Everyone seems to be your friend Ginny," Draco smirked as he sat down on the bench by the vanity. "Potter's still your friend, isn't he? Even though you are invisible to him 99 percent of the time."

"Harry's busy," she snapped. "You know having to deal with a Dark Lord and all. I don't expect him or anyone else for that matter to focus all their attention on me. That would be quite aggravating."

"So for a 'noble' quest you'll forgive him for being ignorant and a git. Interesting. Brainless, but interesting. I see you're referring to him as Harry again. You call everyone their first name, but me. I find that quite aggravating."

"My job here is done then," Ginny answered snidely.

"I've done some checking on names," Draco smirked as he made his way over to the sinks. Leaning against the wall beside them, he looked down on Ginny as she lathered up her hands. "Just to find out why mine seems to offend you so much. What I found was quite interesting."

"Extra homework, just for me? Oh goody," said Ginny sarcastically.

Draco ignored her comment and continued.

"Draco means dragon or snake depending on the translation. Virginia is taken from a tale where the girls father slays her to stop her from losing her virtue. You can infer anything you want to about me being a snake and you the virgin," Draco said highly amused.

"You are daft," Ginny snapped, scrubbing her hands harder. "Draco was a cruel statesman back in Athens. Pay attention in history once in awhile."

"Or," Draco said taking a harsher tone, "you can look at the fact that you go by Ginny er go, Gin, which means to snare or net. I must say your last name can also mean a sly, cunning or sneaking person. It's the seventh definition. I must say the rest of the definitions must describe your brothers. You are the seventh born right?"

"Was all of this because I won't say your first name? Really pathetic, considering you could have spent the time looking up what noble means."

"What?" he fumed.

"You've been acting nice, with the exception of Hermione out in the hallway. Really, like I wouldn't see you trip her. It's a start, but you haven't hit noble yet. Though I must say, I am impressed you signed up to help with the charity quidditch match without being told," she said amused. "I should have known you didn't know the meaning of the word."

With a swish of her wand, a dictionary appeared in front of Draco.

"As they say, look it up dear," she taunted.

Furious, Draco turned to the n's and began reading: noble: having or showing high moral qualities or ideas or greatness of character; lofty; having excellent qualities.

"What do you take me for?" he hissed.

"A spoiled-rotten brat, but that's a discussion for another day," Ginny said still scrubbing her hands.

"You blackmailing, wicked little shrew," he hissed.

"Careful Malfoy," Ginny teased. "If I was in Slytherin, I'd think you were flirting with me."

Draco's nostrils flared. Merlin, she was baiting him.

"Can I have two minutes where nothing I saw or do can be held against me in your blackmailing web?" he huffed.

"As long as it's not obliviate or an unforgivable it's fine," Ginny said. "I've only got about 7 more minutes before I have to wake the portraits up. We have to shake on it for it to be binding."

Ginny reached out her hand and Draco took it in his. A whole range of insults he had planned for this very moment flew out of his mind as soon as a certain scent tickled his nose.

"You smell like lemongrass," he softly, almost in shock.

"Herbology," she explained, showing him her hands where she had been trying to scrub the stains off. "Ron borrowed my gloves."

Before Ginny knew what was happening, Draco had grabbed ahold of both her hands and pushed her against the wall. She opened her mouth to protest. That was all the encouragement Draco needed as he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her hard.

A few seconds later, he let go of her.

"Why aren't you in Slytherin?" he said, almost regretfully as he turned and left the bath.

Ginny slid down the wall and watched him go. She had no idea what had happened here. Well, she knew what happened, but not why it happened. By all logic, she should be washing her mouth out or cursing him to hell and back. Instead, she just sat there and, still in shock, began taking the blinding and silencing charms off the portraits.

Stumbling up to Gryffindor Tower, she was in a daze. Her mind was going a hundred miles a minute, just trying to figure out what, if anything, Draco was up to. She hadn't even went into the great hall to grab something to eat, like she planned.

Harry, Ron and Hermione watched her as she sat down and gently ran her fingers over her bottom lip.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked concerned.

"Huh, what?" came a confused response.

"I said what's the matter. I thought you were behind me in the hallways. Then, git Malfoy tripped me and I don't know where you went," Hermione said, still concerned for her friend's off behavior.

"He apologized though before he came into the bath."

"Yes, he did," said Hermione, looking at her friend strangely.

"Were you in the bath?" Harry asked concerned.

Ginny said nothing, and kept staring out into space. Just then Lavendar walked by. Taking one look at Ginny, the sixth-year proclaimed, "Well someone's been snogged good."

Ron jumped out of his chair, as Harry and Hermione nearly fell out of theirs in shock.

"Did he try something?" Ron shouted, as he turned toward the door. "I'll kill the bastard."

"No, Ron," Ginny said panicked as she grabbed a hold of her brother's cloak. "I don't think he meant to."

"How could it have been an accident?" Harry snapped.

"I don't think Draco realized he was kissing me," Ginny tried to explain.

"Draco is it now?" shouted Ron.

Ginny's eyes widened in shock when she realized what she had just said. She sat back down on the chair, her mind an even bigger mess than before. Harry stared at her in disbelief as Hermione tried to calm Ron down.

"Ron, if Ginny said it was an accident, maybe it was an accident, like when you say things you don't mean - a slip of the tongue," Hermione said calmly.

"There had better not been any slips of the tongue!"

"Ron calm down! It's an expression!"

Things in the dungeons weren't going any better. Draco, after realizing what he had done, had nearly trashed the entire sixth-year boys dormitory. Malfoys do not lose control and they do not fall for Weasleys he kept screaming to himself.

Finally, after Draco exploded the last of the beds, Snape stormed into the room.

"Mr. Malfoy stop immediately!" he ordered.

Draco slammed his hands against the stone walls and shouted in frustration.

"I take it this is about Miss Weasley," Snape sneered. Draco said nothing, but shot a warning glare toward his professor.

"I suggest you clean this up and restore everything to its proper place," Snape ordered, while thinking he knew all of Hogwarts wouldn't survive a clash between Draco and Ginny Weasley. "And next time you fell sexually frustrated over Ginny Weasley I suggest you do something more productive. Like maybe finding a way to tell her what you are thinking."

Draco seriously considered blasting his head of house into a million pieces, before he started to clean up the common room.

It ended up a trip to the library and a homework assignment a week later gave Draco the opportunity to tell Ginny exactly what he was thinking.