(A/N: Geez guyz, I'm sorry it's been so long. I'll try to update my other story as well. Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas. Here comes my Christmassy chapter for this story. I know, I know, a bit late, right? Well, ya know what they say, better late than never)

Disclaimer: I only on the plot and that's all I promise…oh, and Evan Trick, but the rest are all from the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling!

"Oh come on, Draco, either stop munching on those bloody cookies or give me one!" Ginny's voice echoed in the dungeons of Snape's room. He looked over at her, an eyebrow raised.

"Hm…let me think about it…um, no," he said, popping another cookie in his mouth. They had been bottling a potion for the Masquerade Ball that would give the room a sort of  'floating' sensation to it. It apparently had a way of drugging the senses into a comfortable, calm state, keeping all those involved from knowing who they were with.

"Ugh! You insufferable prat! Didn't your mother ever teach you to share?"

"No," he said simply. Snape had left the room for a moment and would return soon. They had finished only moments after they left and were now sitting comfortably, arguing over the tin of cookies. Ginny exhaled irritatedly and rolled her eyes. A moment later, Snape entered the room. He checked each bottle, found it to his satisfaction, and dismissed the two.

Ginny and Draco walked out of the room quietly, Draco still eating. Ginny waited until he seemed greatly distracted, grabbed the tin, and ran. Draco gaped in surprise for a moment before taking off after her. She laughed as she ran and looked over her shoulder, only to find him gaining. She bounded back outside, the only place she could think of to take refuge from her pursuer. She almost made it away to, except she tripped when the snow she was so sure would hold her sunk from beneath her, pulling her left foot in. She fell, and the tin's lid, which was on a hinge, snapped shut as she fell, saving the cookies within. Draco stood over her triumphantly and bent down, grabbing the cookies. He put them in his bag and looked at Ginny, her hair sparkling from the falling snow, her cheeks flushed from running and the cold, and her hand that she held out for him to help her up with. He smirked, shaking his head, but once he took her hand, he instantly regretted it; he realized her plan only a moment too late. She pulled him down, intending for him to go beside her, but to her initial dismay (but soon after delight), he fell half on top of her, propped up gracefully on one elbow. He looked at her, breathing hard and leaned down. He hesitated, drawing back an inch and looking slightly away, then turning again towards her, tilting his head slightly and brushing his lips with hers experimentally. He drew back only millimeters but lingered, waiting for her reaction, expecting pure disgust. When it did not come, he looked into her honey-brown eyes. They were wide and slightly parted. Her hands slid up to his cloak collar and pulled him back down. His lips met hers again, this time, for a longer time.

It was chaste and innocent at first, not at all typical for Draco, but he was savoring every moment. Then, his lips parted, and his tongue slipped out, outlining her lips. She gasped slightly in surprise. He took the opportunity and slid his tongue into her slightly parted lips, but then drew back, as if testing for acceptance. Hesitantly, she allowed her lips to part and let him explore her mouth without drawing back as she did with many of her boyfriends after only moments. Kisses shared with others never seemed as intimate and soon grew boring. He had the faint air of wine on his breath, probably from a Christmas Eve party he had been at earlier that evening. She was getting drunk off of it, off of him in general. Her mind was spinning and it took a bit for her to realize she was kissing a Malfoy. She cried out and pushed him away slightly. He drew back willingly, another unusual thing for him to do. She sat up, breathing heavily and looked at him. He had a slightly dazed look on his face.

"Draco, we can't," she said.

"We can't," he agreed, but even as he did so, he found himself leaning closer to her again.

"We…can't…" she breathed as he met her lips again. This time, she did not wait for him. She leaned closer to him, pulling herself onto him and pushing him down, pinning him into the snow. She deepened the kiss first, and it was his turn to be surprised by her. It was only momentary though; he soon had plunged his hands into her cascading waves of red hair. This time, their parting was not because either of them came to their senses. Hagrid's dog, Fang, came bounding up to them, barking happily. They jumped apart guiltily and stood. Soon, Hagrid came over the hill too.

"'Lo, Ginny…erm…Malfoy," he said gruffly.

"Hagrid," Draco returned.

"Hello Hagrid," Ginny said, falsely cheerful.

"'Ave yeh two been fightin'? Yeh look like yeh've been through hell an' back," Ginny smiled.

"Just a small argument, no worries, we've sorted it out," Draco glanced at her, but remained silent. An awkward silence fell over them.

"Here's Fang, Hagrid," Ginny piped in order to break it.

"Thanks, Ginny…Er, yeh two better be off ter bed or Filch'll 'ave yer 'eads," he said, taking Fang and leaving. "'Night, Ginny," he called over his shoulder.

"Night, Hagrid!" she called back. "Um…he's right, we better be off,"

"Ginny…"

"No, I don't want detention…"

"Ginny, what just happened?"

"I…I don't know…good night, Draco…" she said quickly. With that, she left as quickly as she could.

"Sweet dreams…Love…" he said quietly. Words Ginny should not have been able to hear above the wind and with the low tones he had said them in were heard quite loudly and clearly. She sighed. This would be a sleepless night, and no one could help her through it. She knew, deep down in her heart, she would be able to tell no one…

(A/N: Well? Good? Bad? Rewrite? C'mon, opinions! Luv ya guyz, gimme your thoughts and ideas and such! Well, ttfn!!)