AN: Hey! Next chapter! This is going to have a flashback as well as a point-view-change.  Don't get confused!

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            Ginny sighed loudly as she burst into her room, the floating body of Draco Malfoy not far behind her.  She let him fall to her bed, landing with a soft plop, as she threw herself into the nearby armchair.

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            Ginny watched as Draco fell to the floor, his tongue flopping around on the ground, causing a gigantic mess and causing most of Fred and George's customers to drop their goodies and hurry out of the store.  She turned on them, their faces upturned.

            "What did you do to him?" She screamed.

            "He ate a Ton Tongue Toffee." Angelina piped up, "I gave him a free sample."  Ginny grimaced and turned away, knowing full well that a person with half knowledge of the twins would never have eaten anything made by them, no matter how luxurious looking.  When she had been a toddler they had baked her a cake that turned her purple for two weeks.  It wasn't easy being related to them.

            "Are you sure?  I've never seen anyone pass out from a Ton Tongue."  Ginny stated blandly, looking over at Draco's form.  Fred and George were giggling from behind her and she shot them a look, her signature look that told anyone who received it to fess up immediately.

            "Ginny, we only changed the sample a tiny bit."  George started.

            "Yeah, Angie wouldn't have known." Fred interjected.

            "It shouldn't have caused that to happen…"

            "But we wouldn't have known, we haven't tested it yet." Fred finished.

            "We thought Malfoy would make a good subject.  Why are you worried anyway?"  They finished together, eying her.

            "It…It bloody doesn't matter, will you just tell me what you did?"

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            Ginny had spent the next twenty minutes levitating Draco's body home.  She had been thinking so much about her anger for Fred and George that she kept dropping him along the way, which only made her have to stop more frequently to clean up his scrapes.

            Now, alone in her room with him, Ginny hadn't a clue what to do.  A Ton Tongue Toffee mixed with a Feverish Skiving Snackboxe could be dangerous, even for someone who knew the remedies, and she was positive an enlarged tongue was the least of her problems.  He hadn't woken at all, as if in a peaceful slumber, and her ideas were running out.  Maryanne bustled into her room, feather duster in hand.  She gasped loudly when she saw Draco's body on Ginny's bed.

            "Missus!  I dun believe you, having young Draco up in your bed like that!  Shame on you."  She shook her finger at Ginny lamely, causing the girl to laugh.

            "Quite the contrary Maryanne, but Draco is ill and I wasn't about to lose my paycheck for that."  Maryanne smiled slyly at her as she moved towards Draco's bed, running a long hand across his forehead.

            "By golly Missus he's burnin up!  I'll go fetch something from the cupboard, you get his clothings off so he isn't sweatin up a bigger storm!"  She moved quickly out of the room and Ginny had to laugh, until she remembered what Maryanne had said.  She had told Ginny to undress Draco.  She blanched as she looked at him, moving closer to his side.

            She ran a long finger up his arm, marveled by its softness and warmth, moving towards his shoulder, and back down his stomach to the edge of his shirt.  She started to move it up and over his chest, attempting not to stare, as his small abs became visible and the shirt was lifted over his head.  His arms fell back to his side, muscular from Quidditch years but still boyish, in a doll-like position.  Ginny ran her hand across his bare upper arm.  Something was missing…

            Before she could come to terms with anything, Maryanne had re-entered, a wet cloth in hand.  She smiled at Ginny drolly and handed it to her, letting Ginny mop up the perspiration beads on Draco's forehead.  He was parched, his lips slightly cracked, but at least his tongue was beginning to shrink again.

            "And you say you don't like him Missus."  Maryanne whispered, sitting in a chair.  Ginny spun to her, still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her peculiarly.

            "I don't fancy him if that is what you are hinting at Maryanne."  Ginny said sternly, "He is just a client."

            "Sure."

            "Why don't you fancy him?  You can't tell me that I imagined seeing you two walking out of the same room today."  Ginny retorted, causing Maryanne to gulp.

            "Missus…"

            "Tell me about it."  Ginny pressed.

            "Missus…Draco could get in a lot of trouble for…for being with me."  Maryanne gulped again, her eyes finding something interesting in her tiny loafers that were swinging against the floor.

            "So you were with him!"  Ginny squealed with delight, totally unaware of Draco's stirrings.

            "No Missus I wasn't, you see, Draco is teaching me to r-r-read."  Maryanne gulped.

            "Is he really?"  Draco heard Ginny mumble from beside him.  Great, Maryanne had told her, it was only hours until his mother knew and fired her.  Servants, especially servants in the Malfoy household, were not allowed to know how to read and write.  The conversation between the two girls had escaped him as he thought slightly about Maryanne.  She was a very boring girl, nothing like Ginny, but she still deserved an education.  Draco had offered to help her at a cost, she of course was an orphan like all his mother's maids, but she could help him with getting into town.  The ghastly pale girl would take him into Diagon Alley once a month to restock supplies and in return he taught her how to read and what not.

            "That is so…oddly sweet of him." He heard Ginny say again.  Somewhere, he wasn't sure where, he was hoping she was talking about him.  What had that toffee done to him?

            "Missus, if I may ask, who do you fancy?"

            "No one.  I used to, but it…it…disappeared."  Ginny sighed.  Draco felt sorry for the girl, sorry that she had chased after a nutter like Potter when there were far better in the world.

            "How so Missus?"

            "He wasn't the type of guy I thought he was." Ginny sighed again, louder than before.

            "But what about Draco Missus?"  Maryanne asked and Draco felt his throat become tight.  He immediately blamed it on his enlarged tongue but with a little movement he realized his tongue was practically normal sized, not nearly big enough to catch his throat so vividly and make his stomach grumble so crazily.

            "He is…an acquaintance." She grumbled, and Draco felt his grumbling stomach drop a few feet into the mattress.

            "Just an acquaintance?"  He heard Maryanne ask, and he could have guessed that Ginny's face would have read what she was thinking.  Of course, he couldn't just open his eyes and look, but he needed to know.

            "Look Maryanne, anything I might…think…I feel for Draco I can't.  Let's just leave it at that."  He heard someone leave the room in a fury and he sighed as quietly as he could.  He wasn't sure what was going on anymore.  He knew he wasn't in his room, he was in Ginny's, and she had helped him get better.  He wasn't sure why he cared at all whether or not the Weasley fancied him, on any normal day she wouldn't have mattered at all to him.  But this day, this summer, wasn't normal.  She was much different then just an average girl.  He slipped off into a dream, full of bouncing red hair and luscious lips.

            Ginny stared coldly at the door.  Maryanne had run out, quite annoyed with her inability to admit what she believed to be the "truth", even though Ginny never would have done such a thing.  It was preposterous to think that a Weasley, Ginny of all of them, could ever have feelings for Draco Malfoy.

            The only problem was, the more she thought about him and how much she disliked him, the more reasons she found to like him.  The more reasons she found him intriguing, the more reasons she found herself ogling over him.  He was lying mere feet from her and keeping her eyes off him was becoming almost impossible.

            She would never admit that she possibly had feelings for him.  More then the fact that he was THE Draco Malfoy, it was the point that she was Ginny Weasley, the young girl destined to always be "in love" with Harry Potter.  She sighed, knowing full well that the part of her life that involved Harry and following Ron and Hermione was over.  She couldn't bear to be their fan club anymore, and at the moment her life without seeing them wasn't so horrible.  Draco made her happy.

            She grimaced as she looked at him, running a hand up his arm again.  He had changed from Hogwarts.  Being as busy as she was in her 4th year, she hadn't cared to notice, nor did she the year after.  But he wasn't as bossy or nearly as rude and he barely ran with his normal Slytherin crowd if Crabbe and Goyle were disincluded.  She would sometimes find him in the library, studying, or in the Potion's dungeon doing extra work.  She had attempted to ignore it, but this summer's events had made her realize just how much he was…not the Draco Malfoy she had once hated.  As her hand skimmed his arm again, she came to the conclusion as to what was missing.

            The Dark Mark.  The most hated symbol of the rise of Lord Voldemort, the Dark Mark could be given to almost any supporting Dark wizard who wanted it.  Draco had always been on the top of the list of candidates, but now, sitting with his bare arms, she noticed it wasn't there.  She gasped loudly.

            It was if her gasp had caused him to spasm, because he began frantically shaking in the bed, sweating beyond belief and screaming out inaudible murmurs.  His legs were kicking hard.

            "NO LUCIUS LEAVE HER ALONE." He screamed, kicking again, "I WON'T LET YOU TOUCH HER.  I HATE YOU."  He screamed again and thrashed his hand out to the side, connecting with Ginny's face, and she fell to the floor in a loud thump.

            Draco was sitting upright in Ginny's bed, panting slightly, perspiration rolling down the side of his face.  Ginny was on the ground, shaking also, a bright red mark showing just slightly beneath a clumsy hand.

            "Damn." He murmured, moving slightly in the bed to make room for her.  She stood, shaking, and sat next to him, "I didn't mean too."  He whispered, running a thumb along her cheek.

            "I…I know." She choked just slightly, tears running across his thumb, "We all have dreams."  He sighed and let his hand drift back to his side, leaving an awkward moment of silence, "Why were you screaming about your father?"

            "H-H-He had hit my Mum again." Draco started, unsure as to why he was even telling her, "I couldn't stand to see that again." Ginny gasped again, "I guess I am like my father, I hit a girl too."

            He didn't see it coming, the slap to the face that stung so hard as it moved across his right cheek.  She was staring at him angrily, her coffee colored eyes fuming, her red hair making her look like an angered devil, "Don't you ever say that!  You are a better man then your father would ever be."  She screamed.

            "Not true."

            "Yes true, your father would never teach an illiterate girl how to read!"  Ginny yelled and he blushed.

            "I still shouldn't have hit you." He added lamely, not sure what else to say.

            "Don't apologize, it was an accident."  She stared at him, running her finger up his arm for what he could have sworn had been at least the third time in an hour, "Draco, what is it you want to be when you grow up?" She asked tentatively.

            He knew it had been coming.  The way she was obsessed with his arms, the way she stared at him, as if she expected the words Death Eater to stick out to her, "An Auror."

            "Really?"

            "Well…yeah."

            "Why though…when your father is the biggest Death Eater ever?" She asked again.

            "I want to stop people like him from killing innocent people." He stated dumbly.

            "But you always called Hermione and others such names…"

            "Just because I don't want to be my father, doesn't mean I don't know my place."  He started, "I might not want to be a Death Eater, but I'm still a pureblood.  I'm still a Malfoy.  Being different only would mean my death, and I don't want that.  I have nothing to offer anyone if I just do what I think is right.  It's better to keep my desires secret and help the Light side as a spy than truly stand up for what is right."

            "But Draco…"

            "No Ginny. Sometimes, we have to give up what we want to do for the better good." He sighed.  Looking up at her, staring at him biting her lip, she looked beautiful.  She had listened to him without saying much of anything, without running away.  Not even Goyle and Crabbe, who had probably not even known what he was talking about, had done that, "But not everything."  He stated again before leaning in and brushing his lips just lightly against hers.

            Maybe he startled her at first because she moved away for just a moment, but then her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him hard, bruising his lips.  She wasn't tentative at all as her tongue entered his mouth, pressing hotly against the roof of his mouth and tasting him.  She tasted like mint and lilies, a wonderful combination, and he felt his lips pulling back into a smile mid kiss.  He pulled away and let her fall into his chest, wrapping an arm around her.

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AN: Again, this story isn't going to be that long. I'm going to end it soon, not too soon but soon, just by adding a few more chapters with some Ginny/Draco love and some Ginny/Draco arguments.  It ends with a decision GASP.

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