Ginny sat silently through Potions and Transfiguration. She didn't speak to anyone except for raising her hands and answering the teachers' streams of questions. She performed the transfiguring spell perfectly (changing her chair into a perfect imitation of a phoenix that, when she ended the spell, burst into flames and seemed to be 'reborn' as a chair) and her sleeping potion worked so well that her experimental cat was still sleeping in the dungeons. Both McGonagall and Snape praised her. Snape, not so much, but her potion was performed so well he wished that she wasn't a Weasley and that she was in Slytherin. Her potions since the third year had always been perfect, but as the years passed, he was reminded more and more of himself. Not physically of course, because she was female and had the trademark red hair, but he too had been amazing in potions and had top marks in other classes. He too had been a mere tagalong, and he too, had been a student who'd buried himself so far into his books during Hogwart's that only the presence of the girl he'd fallen for could draw him out. McGonagall awarded Gryffindor with fifteen points for Ginny's beautiful phoenix, and Snape awarded five.

The class seemed shocked that she'd managed to impress Snape enough for him to award their House points rather than take them away. They all tried to talk to her and get her into their meaningless chatter, but her walls were too high, and plus, she just wasn't in the mood. When they congratulated her, she merely mumbled a 'thank you' and scurried off.

As great as her day had been, Ginny was in a bad mood. She was actually counting the minutes 'til detention. She really wanted Malfoy to snap out some insults so she could let off some steam and throw them right back. Detention tonight was with Professor Sprout. Ginny pulled on a dark blue, form-fitting halter top and a pair of loose flares. She pulled her hair back into a bun. Tendrils fell, as usual. She blew them out of her face in annoyance. She sighed and glanced at her reflection. She thought she still looked like she was a gangly teenager, but any boy in the school would absolutely disagree. Her freckles had faded and her smile was dazzling.  Ginny pulled on a light, black zip-up sweatshirt. She smiled sweetly at Colin Creevey. He'd been her best friend since fourth year when they'd dated once and realized they were better as friends. They'd had the best time playing pranks on Fred and George, though it wasn't fun when the Weasley twins realized it was them. They rounded on the two fourth-years and the practical jokes where everywhere. Just being around Colin cheered her up and she felt bouncy and hyper. She actually felt like kicking Draco's butt if he commented on her jeans or halter top, but she was in a better mood. She entered the Greenhouse with the sign that read "Weasley and Malfoy."

Draco looked up from the plant he was poking with his wand. Just as he did, a plant's leaf opened and a spiky spore shot out and hit him in the hand. As much as Ginny's mind screamed for her to laugh and scoff, her usual gentle side took over. She walked over to him, and he looked up. He was cradling his hand tightly against his dark black robes. She reached out gently and took his hand in hers. He looked at her with a confused expression, but she smiled sweetly in reply. She glanced at the plant and looked at the spore. She blew on it gently and the spore released itself.

"Poison's already injected…" Ginny muttered, examining his hand. She looked up at him. "Don't take this personally," She leaned down and placed her lips on his wound and sucked the poison out. His eyes widened instantly at her actions. She spit the poison out in utter disgust and then muttered a bandaging charm. White bandages appeared with a pop and wrapped themselves around Draco's wound.  She dropped his hand with a grin then turned at the noise of a door opening, leaving him to stare at her in shock and confusion.

"Ah, you're here, good," Professor Sprout said. She opened a cupboard and drew a small plate. On it were wriggling things that appeared to be maggots. "What I want you two to do, is plant these. You have to get them out of the shell by biting them, then planting them right away," Ginny took the plate, her face paling instantly at the thought. "The conditions are just right. Since it's a Friday…I won't have to worry about keeping you out all night. Just make sure it's done before dawn, or else these critters'll die." Draco and Ginny nodded, both looking as though they'd be sick. They walked outside and to the area by the lake where the moon shone, just as Professor Sprout's note instructed.

"Look Ginny," Draco teased, looping an arm smoothly around her waist, acting as she had before with him. Was he pretending? Her heart was racing, and skipped a beat when he'd said her name. She looked at him, deciding that he was joking, and didn't blush even in the slightest. "It's our spot." Ginny couldn't help but grin. She ducked out from under his arm and examined the seeds. Carefully, she picked one of the seeds up but instantly dropped it with a yelp.

"Oh God…" she murmured, her face rather pale. Draco actually was worried that she would throw up. "I can't do this…" she squeaked, covering her hands with her mouth. Draco sighed. He picked one up and bit the shell off. It instantly stopped moving. Ginny was actually amazed.

"I'll do this part if you plant most of them…" Draco negotiated. She looked at him and nodded slowly.

"All right…"  Ginny said softly. She met his eyes, cheeks flushing slightly. He looked away quickly and snatched another seed. He handed her the seeds and finally, when there were no more left to crack, he helped her dig small holes and fill them carefully. His plantings were rough and swift. When he glanced over at her, he saw brow furrowed in concentration. Her fingers worked nimbly and patiently, allowing the small seedlings to sprout the small stem that was supposed to appear. Each time they did, the sweetest smile Draco had ever seen spread infectiously on her face. She always stroked the stems that budded. Softly, under Ginny's gentle hands and the moonlighting stimulation, they bloomed. Draco's looked like wild plants that needed tending. Draco fumbled with a rather annoying seed that continued to sprout wrong.

Ginny grinned at Draco's obvious annoyance and slid over to him. She shoved him playfully and he looked up. She raised her eyebrows at his continuous "encouraging" movements for the plant. Slowly, he stopped, keeping eye contact with her. He grinned nervously and gave a squeaky chuckle under her mock-skeptical gaze. She reached down and moved her hands around his, showing him how to properly cup the plant, leaving a small hole where the moonlight streamed in. Instantly the struggling seedling bloomed to its correct height. Ginny jumped to her feet and brushed her hands off on her pants. Professor Sprout came by to check on their progress and was pleased by the results.

She dismissed the exhausted students and at the Grand Staircase, Ginny yawned and stretched, running her fingers through her hair. She looked at Draco and murmured something that sounded like "'Night" before stumbling up the stairs. Draco grinned and shook his head. He too was tired, but he'd learned to cover that up. He walked to the Dungeons, ignoring the Prefects cries of protest at him trailing in dirt on the rugs.

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Ginny yawned and stretched, leaning against the large tree. She rested her book on her stomach and let the sun absorb into her skin. She rolled over, resting her face in the freshly cut grass. She heard the giggles and chatter of other students and sighed. Everyone was always so noisy. Couldn't they just leave her be for once? She got up and walked inside to get her broom. No one was scheduled for Quidditch practice, and her Nimbus 2001, no matter how old, was always great to fly on. She snatched her broom and changed into a black tight t-shirt that cut fairly low, and a pair of her usual flare jeans. She draped a cloak over her shoulders (it always tended to get cold after flying around for a while).

Ten minutes later she was set and on the field. She hopped on her broom and zoomed around the entire field a couple of times. She hardly even noticed the figures that entered the field only moments later. That is, until one zipped up to her. She pulled her broom sharply to stop from running into the figure, nearly falling off herself.

"Weasel! What are you doing?" a sharp voice sneered at her. She looked up and met a stormy gaze.

"I was flying. No one was scheduled and…"

"Well things change," he snapped. Ginny honestly wasn't in the mood to argue. But the way he'd said it…it was just mean!

"Well you aren't on the schedule. You have no right to kick me off the Pitch," she replied in a crisp tone. "I can be here if I like," she flew a quick circle around him and stopped two inches from his face.

"Get. Off. NOW!" Draco said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his temper in check for the sake of getting out of the retched detentions with this Weasley. They'd already had two…the detentions hadn't actually been that bad, but he made up stories to keep rumors from spreading. The last thing he needed was a Weasel to soil his reputation.

"Try. And. Make. Me." Ginny replied, using the same slow pace he had. His eyes narrowed.

"I'll knock you off your cheap hand-me down…"

"I seem to recall a certain Malfoy with the same model not to long back," she interrupted sharply. He locked eyes with hers, and she had to grip the broom tightly to keep her hands from shaking. Why was he affecting her like this? So he was attractive, big deal. There were a lot of attractive guys at Hogwarts. She didn't back down. She wouldn't back down. But what he said next nearly made her fall off her broom in shock. Under his breath, soft words, almost inaudible to even the person meant to hear them came from his lips.

"Please, Ginny. Let my team have it this time…" What could she do? He was almost human when he spoke like this…could it be that Draco Malfoy wasn't completely inhuman demon spawn after all? She could barely nod her head. She slowly tilted her broom down and didn't break eye contact. But yet again, he surprised her by not sneering or smirking and looking away. He kept contact, then, when she hit the ground, a genuine grin broke out on his face and he turned.

"All right, Team," he barked. "This season, I'm captain again. But this year we will be perfect…" That was all Ginny heard before she'd gotten too far away to be in range of his voice. Ginny couldn't help but smile. Draco sounded like the old Gryffindor Captain, Oliver Wood. She shook her head and went inside. She was going to look forward to tomorrow's detention, though now, she had no idea why...

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Draco watched her go until she disappeared from sight, forgetting his team practiced their newest routine. The newest Chaser had dropped the Quaffle. Draco heard the team groan and Draco's head snapped around and watched the boy sheepishly fly down and pick up the ball, grinning. Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"Trick!" he barked. The 6th Year boy turned sharply on his broom and stared defiantly at his Captain. He'd heard Draco was a weak Captain. And he had been. But oh how this 'Trick' was wrong to defy Malfoy this year. Draco zoomed up to the Chaser and got in his face. "Drop the ball like that during a game, and you'll be doing private sessions for me every night for a month!" he snarled. The boy had turned beet-red from embarrassment and was trembling at the sharp tone the Head Boy had directed at him.

Trick nodded meekly. Draco zoomed away and watched the team critically. The slightest fumble, even if it was saved, caused a shrill whistle to sound and the team to whine and complain as they knew they would have to start anew. They did this until it was getting dark, but Draco was persistent. He wouldn't give up. That is, until it started storming outside. He sighed and blew the whistle. He heard the team's moans as they thought they were starting over. They all looked at him and he waved his arms for them to go in. The sheets of rain were drenching and icy, not leaving any place looking warm and dry but for the castle.

"All right, I have detention with the bratty, poor…I mean, Weasel," Draco said half-heartedly insulting Ginny. The team, however, sniggered none-the-less. "So let's get inside-" The color drained from his face as he looked back outside and thought he saw a Bludger zooming around.

"Did anyone…" he paused to gain control of his anger. "Did anyone bother to bring in the balls?" The team's faces fell and Draco knew the answer. He sighed heavily. "Just go, I'll handle it,"

"But-" someone protested.

"I said go!" Draco snapped coldly. The time obliged this time and left quickly.

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I wonder where Draco is…we have to do the detentions together or we both get in trouble, he knows that! Ginny was pacing around by the Dungeons. She saw one of his team members walking by.

"Evan!" she said, calling his name.

Trick looked up. "Yea?" he asked softly.

"Do you know where Draco is? We have detention…" Evan Trick's expression darkened at her mention of the 7th year Head Boy of Hogwarts. He'd been jealous of Draco for a long time, for several reasons. To list a few, his social standing, his school rank, his looks, his popularity…he was even jealous of Draco's detentions with Ginny. He'd had a secret crush on her since their first year, but being a Slytherin, he could never approach her…

"Hellooooo? Earth to Evan…." Ginny was waving her hand in front of his face. He shook his head.

"Ya', we just had some practice, but no one brought in the balls. The bloody idiot's probably still trying to catch them," he said grinning. Ginny's eyes narrowed at his humored expression, which instantly faded under her cold glare.

She whipped out her wand and sighed. "Accio, Nimbus 2001!" she called loudly. I wonder if it will work…after all, it did for Harry…She sensed Evan staring at her as she concentrated. And I'm going to look like a moron if it doesn't… Just then, a steady swishing sound was heard. Ginny wrapped her cloak tighter around her body and snatched the broomstick out of the air. She waved slightly to Evan and headed for the Locker Rooms to go to the Pitch

(A/N: Well, there you go…what will happen? Dun dun dun…lol…please r & . Thanx for the reviews, but please read my author bio and review as I've asked [please please please pretty please? ] O ya, I keep forgetting to add a disclaimer. I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or the characters with the exception of Evan Trick, who is mine and only mine so make up your own or get my permission if you wanna use him in your story [not that anyone would…lol] And no more Chapters until I have at least…I dunno double what I have now for reviews…please, I know its mean but I want thoughts.)