A/N: Oops…yeah, that was a bit of a bigger break than I intended.  My school has this stupid schedule where we take finals AFTER Christmas…not sure which sadist thought that one up.  But that's why there have been few…okay, no updates post-Christmas.  Sorry ya'll.  Hope you enjoy this one! ~Carlee, aka SilverDragonsFlame

Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, and I owned Draco, well, I wouldn't spend so much time on FF.net, getting my D/G fix from all the other wonderful authors on here, who also, coincidentally, don't own Harry Potter...Wow, I fit in!

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Mischief Mistletoe – Chapter Six

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Ginny didn't want to drag herself out of bed come Monday morning.  Part of it was the fact that she had actually been able to sleep IN a bed for the first night since Thursday. 

And the other part was Draco.

Dammit all to hell.  She hadn't seen him since their escape from the Mistletoe.  After the kiss had ended…finally…she had fled the classroom they'd been holed up in and made a run for the Gryffindor Common Room.

Her stomach's trying to eat itself had tempted her to go down to dinner, but instead, she had stolen into Ron's room after the Trio had left, and stole a bunch of his junk food.  And now her stomach was reminding her that junk food did not a meal make. 

Okay.  So.  Right.  Breakfast.  She could handle that, she thought as she dragged herself to the shower.  She could handle having breakfast across the Great Hall from him.  She could handle seeing him for the first time since that kiss.

Oh Lord, that kiss!

Hermione had a habit of playing American Country music when she thought no one was around (honestly, the girl was a little TOO sensitive about trying to hide her muggle tendencies…too worried about not appearing as the Super Witch everyone thought her to be).  Anyway, at that moment, Ginny could fully sympathize with Faith Hill and being able to write a whole song about a single kiss.

Who would have thought that the son of a murdering death eater and an ice cold bitch would be able to kiss that hot?!

Well, okay, Ginny had to admit that she had thought about it on more than one occasion.  But honestly, the daydreams couldn't hold a candle to reality…

She had made the first move.  She had approached him.  She had placed her hands ever so gently, and slowly, on his shoulders.  She had been the one to tiptoe.  She had been the one to close her eyes and initiate the kiss.

But oh boy, had he taken over after that.  The kiss had turned hot and wild in all of the two seconds it had taken him to take control.  She should have known he'd be a control freak, even when it came to kissing!

But day-um, was she ever willing to let him take control when he could kiss like that!

Ginny had no idea how long it lasted.  Long enough to provide materials for her daydreams for the rest of her life.  And somehow, not nearly long enough.  Not when it had ended, and she had freaked out and ran like hell was on her tail.

Why oh why had she run??  If she had stayed…maybe they could have continued talking.  Maybe more could have come out of it than a single kiss.

But that damn Mistletoe had jangled, as if to tell them that their time was up, and then it had swooped out the classroom window, off to trap some other unsuspecting students.

And now she had to go down to breakfast…and possibly come face to face with Draco.

If only it was face ON face…

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The Idiot Weasley had been waiting for him outside the Great Hall before breakfast (Idiot, not the Littlest…unfortunately).  He had skipped dinner the night before, after the huge fuss that had been made upon his return to the Slytherin dungeon, not wanting to deal with all the damn nosy students in this school.

Of course, if he had known that the Littlest skipped too, and that it just added fuel to the fire…

Well, Idiot Weasley had been fairly easy to deal with.  A few choice comments (provocative, to say the least).  A little clash of wands.  A detention for the both of them.  Nothing new.

What was new was that little, niggling feeling that was eating away at his stomach all through breakfast.  He had starved himself all weekend because SHE had been too paranoid about the two of them going to a meal, and now he STILL couldn't eat because of her!

"You eatin' that?" the grunt of a question next to him was dealt with as it usually was, with an absentminded shove of whatever food one of the oafs was asking for.

Of course he wasn't going to eat that.  He COULDN'T eat that.  Damn his stomach anyway…If he didn't KNOW he was incapable of the feeling, he would almost think it was guilt.

But what did he have to feel guilty for?  Just because he had said a few things to her brother that weren't exactly true?  Just because he knew that others in the school had heard what he'd told Idiot Weasley?

And it wasn't like it had been all THAT bad…a simple comment about how her voice sounded when it was begging for more.  A simple comment about sampling her charms, but seeing as how they were a Weasley's, he'd pass on the full meal.  A little comment about how she'd practically jumped him.

Right, he told himself.  No biggie.

He tried to be inconspicuous as he buried his face in his hands.  Lord, he actually felt BAD about being the git he was known for being!  And it was all because of her!