(A/N: Oh man, busy-ness. Okay, I'm back, and I'm updating. I also might have a new fic! –expects cheers but gets only glares of anger from people who expected story updates on already created fics- Ack, I know, I know, don't worry, I'm updating all of these first…)

Detention with Snape would have probably been ten times worse for Ginny if Draco had not been there to coax the potion's master into giving them a simple task. Organizing Snape's potion closet, though not something to be taken lightly, was by far greater than cleaning the dungeon entirely, as Ginny had gathered had been Snape's original plan from the cleaning supplies in the corner of the room.

Snape sent them into the closet and sat out at his desk grading papers with infamous red ink. Just as soon as he'd finished the first paper, a second year Ravenclaw scuttled into the room. "Professor Snape?" he asked gently.

"What is it?" he snapped irritably.

"I was just…well I was wondering if you would…um…give me extra lessons in potions. You see, I'm failing and-"

"Yes, Anderson, I'm quite aware of you're poor grades, not only in my class but in…" he hesitated and looked at the closet door. He rose and leaned in. "I'm meeting with a student to discuss private affairs so I shall be closing the door; wait patiently until I open it again to come out," he instructed sharply. Ginny nodded her head meekly under his cold stare and Draco replied with a 'Yes, Sir.' The door clicked shut and Ginny let her breath, which had caught in her throat, escape in one long sigh. Draco glanced over at her, watching the gorgeous red hair tumble over her shoulders, and her honey brown eyes dart around the different shelves of the closet.

The closet was probably about seven feet tall and went back maybe ten feet. The walls were lined with eight shelves, each full of random bottles. Beneath the bottles were small pieces of parchment that told what was within the vials. They went to furthest wall in the closet and began there. They pulled each potion off of the shelf, careful to keep the labels under their proper bottles. Ginny was beginning to get infuriated with the small slips of paper.

They arranged the bottles by type of potion and, after that, alphabetically. The process was slow and was taking far longer than Ginny had planned. After they had gotten through the back wall, Ginny looked around. Only about twenty more feet worth of this. She sighed heavily and ran her fingers through her hair, shaking it brusquely behind her shoulders. She paused as she thought about last night.

She was sitting on her bed, hugging Toastie, her old scruffy teddy bear. It was gray and was actually missing one eye; there was actually an 'X' where the eye had once been. She was thinking about the passionate kiss. After she had gotten back to the Common Room, she had glided like a ghost by everyone, simply waving and not responding to their words. She had changed into a pair of pale blue, plaid, cotton pajama bottoms as well as a tight blue spaghetti-strap tank-top to match. She then had pulled on the fluffy, large white robe she had for when she was simply too cold, and her slippers. On the left slipper was sewn a star that sparkled and on the right a moon that winked.

Ginny's eyes shot up when she heard the door to her room creak open and saw a person slip in. She recognized her bushy-haired friend as Hermione.

"Gin, is something the matter?" Hermione asked with concern in her voice. Ginny shook her head instantly and faked a smile.

"Oh come on, Gin, maybe the boys can't see it but I can. That sparkle you have in your eyes, the way you can't stop smiling…you're in love!"

Love?! Surely not. It was Draco Malfoy, simply the most infuriating boy ever to come into her life. She hated the way he smirked, the way he acted so superior…or did she? Whenever he smirked at her, her heart pounded wildly; whenever he acted superior, it made Ginny giddy. Usually boys were so passive aggressive, afraid of offending her. They'd all treat her as though she were a porcelain doll, meant only to admire, not to touch, for fear they might break her. He didn't do that to her. When he had kissed her, he had unleashed everything. He hadn't waited for her to make the move. He knew what he wanted and he went for it. Just like her. They were so alike, and yet so very different.

"I can tell you do…that thoughtful look in your eyes…how can you possibly even deny it? I can tell you're thinking of him right now!" Hermione jumped onto the bed. "Well? Does he know you like him?"

"Sort of…" Ginny murmured, barely believing she was admitting this to herself, let alone Hermione. Hermione raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Sort of…? How can he 'sort of' know?"

"I…well…he kissed me…and then I kissed him…"

"GINNY! YOU KISSED HIM?!!" Hermione laughed. Ginny blushed furiously. "Well? Tongue or no?"

"Hermione!"

"Well, this is more interesting than any other ol' boring small talk, you must admit," Hermione giggled. Ginny hated to admit it, but Hermione was right. Though she would not reveal her mystery boy's identity to her friend, she could certainly tell her these details. "Well?" Hermione asked impatiently. Ginny smiled shyly.

"Tongue," she laughed. Hermione's jaw dropped.

"Seriously?" Ginny only nodded. For some reason, that sent them into fits of giggles.

"Was he good?" Hermione nudged Ginny with her elbow. Ginny flopped back onto the bed, hugging Toastie.

"Absolutely amazing. I thought it would melt the snow…"

"Snow?! You kissed him outside in the snow?! Oh how romantic," Hermione cried enviously. For a moment, Hermione's eyes glazed over as she drifted into a fantasy world, and instantly Ginny knew she was thinking about Ron.

"Why don't you take him for a walk?" Hermione's eyes snapped back into focus.

"What?" she asked, sounding confused.

"Ask Ron if he'll go for a walk…lead him outside and into the snow. Start a snow fight and get him down there and just kiss him like you've always wanted to," Ginny's suggestion tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it. Hermione's eyes lit up. She smiled at Ginny and got up slowly, edging towards the door.

"Well? It's getting late! Go on, then!" Ginny encouraged. Hermione grinned. She turned to leave but hesitated. Looking over her shoulder, she thought for a moment.

"Who?"

"What do you mean?"

"Who was this mystery man if yours?"

"It's getting late," Ginny repeated. Hermione nodded.

"Later, then?"

"Later," Ginny agreed.

Hermione left, well aware that there probably wouldn't be a later.

Ginny had slept fairly peacefully that night, having told someone about the kiss. The next day had actually passed by rather quickly, and it wasn't long for Ginny's detention with Draco had snuck up on her. Now she organized bottles with him silently. They were almost finished and Ginny had successfully avoided looking at him. They were nearly finished. Finally, she stole a glance at him. He was focused intently on the last bottle, unlabeled; he was staring at the contents, swirling them to test their reaction. His blonde hair fell softly into his story gray eyes. She couldn't resist. She reached a hand over and brushed the stray strands from his face. He looked up at her and she froze. He brought a hand up to hers and covered it with his own; he slid her soft, gentle hand to his cheek, seeking the warmth that radiated from her skin. She sighed, "Draco…." Suddenly, the door swung open and the young witch and wizard jumped away from once another.

"You may come out if you're finished. I actually forgot you were in here; the meeting ended quite some time ago," Snape looked at them curiously. Draco rose and handed Snape the last bottle.

"It was unlabeled, Sir…I couldn't determine what it was," Draco reported formally.

"Weasley, do you know what this is?" Snape addressed Ginny. Ginny walked over and looked into the vial. It was a swirling mixture of pink colors.

"Love Potion Number…" Ginny smelled the vial, only slightly as to not feel the effects; unfortunately, she couldn't escape it completely. She became intoxicated in it and whispered, "Love Potion Number 14…" She hiccupped slightly and Snape rolled his eyes.

"Very good," he said. "Accio, parchement, accio, quill, accio, ink," One by one, the objects flew over. He caught each and rested the ink on one of the shelves. He tore off a small piece of paper and wrote the proper title on the potion. Draco replaced it on the shelf.

"You are dismissed," Snape said stiffly and left to finish grading papers. Ginny and Draco walked out…well, Draco walked, Ginny stumbled. After a while of walking, he offered her his arm; rather than take it, she stared for at him for a second. Her vision was totally thrown off, and when she finally decided reach for his arm, she missed completely. She fell off her balance and stumbled forward. He swooped down and caught her, having her find herself, yet again, in his arms. The love potion's effects were heavy. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was in slightly messy tumbles, crowning her face. She leaned up closer to him, and she sighed his name. He could not resist her gentle voice. He pulled her roughly against him and kissed her passionately. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips, begging for her acceptance. Slowly, her lips parted and his tongue met hers eagerly. A small moan escaped her lips when his hands rested on the small of her back, applying pressure to certain points and giving her an amazing massage. She clutched his shirt and held him to her. She drew her face down slightly and found him breathing just as harshly as she. Suddenly, she kissed him again, drawing their lips together again in fiery passion.

"Oh Gods, Draco," she moaned against his mouth. He pulled back and brushed the hair that was splayed on her shoulders to his back. He trailed kisses down her jawline and to her throat. He searched for a bit before finding her pulse. He kissed her their and sucked gently. Ginny felt something brush against her leg and she shrieked, jumping away from Draco. She looked down and saw Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, looking up at her eagerly. Ginny sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"We should go…" she said, the potion having worn off completely.

"We don't have to yet," he said, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Oh, but we do," Ginny said. "Draco…what's happened to you? Why aren't you the vile, cruel boy that I could so easily hate without hesitation? By changing…you've complicated things…" Draco stared at her, his eyes searching hers for the warmth they had held only moments before. She was hardening herself, putting up a wall; she was doing just what he had worked so hard to stop doing to her, and she was doing a damn good job of it. His jaw clenched and he took a deep breath.

"My father…he…wants me to become a Death Eater, and that's a path I'm not sure I'm ready to follow. I distanced myself from him, from everyone and everything. Then, Dumbledore approached me and…" Suddenly, Mrs. Norris let out a loud yowl and they both jumped, slightly startled.

"Tell me later," she whispered and kissed his cheek. She met his eyes, lending him some of her strength. She scurried up the stairs that would eventually lead to the main stairs and then would follow those to the Gryffindor Common Room. He turned and walked down the dungeons to the Slytherin Common Room, hands stuffed in his pockets, deep in thought.

(Whew! I think that's the longest one yet! Well, I got other fics to work on, so I'm posting this one! Please review guyz!)