Rain Check,

Or,

Generally, It's Called A Kiss

Authors Note: One note, before I put anything more. I want you all to say 'hello' to my new counterpart, MelissaAdams. The one and only. :D We will be finishing Rain Check together, and might I request the dirty looks are better directed somewhere else? Yes, we both have at least four other stories we need to work on, but are you really going to complain when this one is finished? Thought not. Anyhoo, now that you've listened to me babble for far longer then you should have, there is some story down there that you came to read.

Anndy

Disclaimer: Snow is gone…pout The rain is here, though. Anybody want rain?

Ginny sighed as she watched from the seated window as the carriages approach the castle returning from Hogsmeade. The snow had melted away to slush, which had disappeared to be replaced by large muddy puddles that could not be avoided. Needless to say, this was not how she'd planned her holiday to end.

She leaned back on the window's wall, kicking her feet up in the seat. For the most part of the day she had been hiding in the seated window on the third floor, trying to kid herself about what she was hiding from. At first she had thought to say the weather, which was bleak and dark looking as if it might rain, but when that didn't seem to add up to why she was hiding, she resolved to be honest with herself if no one else.

"Malfoy." Ginny whispered to herself, her hand subconsciously going up to her mouth. "Draco."

She sighed again, and watched as the carriages empty and the students hurry into the castle. She hadn't seen Draco since the day in the snow, and she had the sneaking suspicion he was avoiding her. She'd wandered the halls for a week, hoping to find him and had found a great deal of…nothing.

Pulling herself off the window seat, she flopped down onto her bed, ignoring the slight twinge her neck gave as it hit the mattress. So what if she hadn't seen Malfoy? They'd just snogged. That was it, no lingering affections. Ignoring the picture and his cloak…

She shut her eyes tightly. There was no way she was going to fall into a pit of emotional despair over Draco bloody Malfoy! She could just see her Mum's disapproving glare, and Ron's angry red flush. Just, no. It wouldn't happen.

Plus, how would she ever tell them? 'Hey mum, dad, multiple brothers, I just wanted to let you know that I have been snogging Draco Malfoy. I think his bum is sexy and I want to be his only girlfriend. I hope that we will be dating. OH! And by the way, the Weird Sisters are coming to town!' Ginny grinned as she thought of her brother's reaction. There was no doubt that it would be rash and painful for Draco.

Ron would be the first, seeing as he would already be at Hogwarts. Then Fred and George, maybe Charlie and Bill when ever they could get time off, and then Harry, all of them ganging up on poor Draco. 'No no,' she corrected herself, 'Ron, Harry, and Hermione would corner him first, then any other boy that hated Draco would join in.'

Ginny smiled, satisfied with her correction, until she realized that she was smiling at the death of Draco. She sobered up and uncomfortable all of a sudden, slammed her back into the bed. She wiggled around and punched the pillow, staring at the canopy on the bed.

'Mom would like him.' The thought slipped through her head before she ever realized it, and she gave up trying to avoid it. She liked Draco Malfoy. She liked the King of Smirks, the King of Rude Slytherin's. Oh hell, she liked a Slytherin!

Ginny groaned and jumped out of the bed, walking over to the bedroom door, and down the girl's staircase. She would go down and great Harry, Ron, and Hermione like a normal human being, without another thought of Draco and his cute bum if it were the last thing she did.

Draco watched with growing jealousy as the youngest Weasley embraced the Triple Twits. He winced slightly, tuning out Pansy Parkinson's loud obnoxious voice as she latched onto his arm. She was babbling about her Christmas break or something, he vaguely thought he heard something about a pony.

Draco shot a disgusted look at her as her fingers began to massage his forearm. She smiled up at him, seeming to think she had pleased him in someway and he slowly pulled his arm from her grip. He internally groaned as she continued talking as if he hadn't tried to brush her off.

"Hullo Draco." A soft voice said from behind the blonde Slytherin.

Draco turned around, grateful for an excuse to ignore Pansy who was still talking, "Hullo Blaise."

"Hello Draco, enjoy your break?" The tall dark Slytherin Head Boy asked, grinning slightly.

Draco shrugged, "It was decent."

"Come now ole boy. Tell your dear Blaise all about it." He said, pushing Pansy over. After Blaise was wedged in between Draco and Pansy, he shot Draco an amused look.

"Draco, have you been flirting with my girl again!?" Blaise asked loudly enough for Pansy to hear.

"You know I've wanted her forever!!!" He yelled. Pansy latched onto Blaise's arm listening intently.

"I couldn't resist." Draco muttered, flinging eggs with his fork discreetly at the person in front of him.

Blaise winked and quickly turned on Pansy. He wrapped an arm around her back and kissed her fiercely, his hand sliding down her back was questionable. Draco saw Snape approaching their table at a rapid pace and elbowed Blaise.

He could here Blaise whispering profane things in Pansy's ear, things that would make death eaters blush. And blush Pansy did, but not before she slapped Blaise across the face as hard as she could. She stormed from the Great Hall, cloaks billowing and all.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, I trust that what happened did not really happen, and that it will not again?" Snape drawled, glaring at the stares they had attracted.

"No sir." Blaise said, looking down at his plate, ashamed.

As soon as Snape left, Blaise's head shot up and grinning like a fool. Draco shook his head and flicked some more eggs.

"Well, that got rid of the little snot now didn't it? And I managed to peeve off Snape at the same time!! What a great morning." Blaise said happily, filling his plate.

"Yeah. Sure." Draco muttered, glancing up at the Gryffindor table, in Ginny's general direction.

Ginny was chatting amiably with the brains of the Triple Twits, poking idly at her food. She glanced over at him and he looked immediately away, into Blaise's grinning face. "You still sweet on her, mate?"

Draco sighed, "Does the term 'quiet as the grave' mean anything to you?"

Blaise faked a love sick sigh, "That picture I drew you not enough?"

Draco shrugged, then froze. Picture…wait. He'd been looking at it that day in the snow, and had shoved it in his cloak pocket when she came out and then he'd given the cloak to her… "Bloody hell!"

"What'd you do now?" Blaise asked, raising a black eyebrow.

"I gave her the sodding cloak that I had the picture in, and now she's got it."

"We've got to get it back."

"What do you suggest we do? March over there and ask her for it?"

Blaise grinned, "Sure, why not?" The Head Boy stood, and Draco's eyes widened.

"Blaise! I didn't mean it…" He trailed off as Blaise moved toward the Gryffindor table. "I'm not covering your back, Zabini!" He called irritably before cursing and chasing after him.

Blaise already had approached Ginny by the time Draco caught up. He winced as he heard the end of Zabini's sentence.

"-that he stares at all night long, and I was just wondering if we could have it back. Its Ryan Janders turn for it tonight." Blaise explained.

"I beg your pardon!?" Ginny screeched at Blaise.

"Well, Draco had the picture last and now it's Ryan's turn. You're quite the dish." Zabini grinned and mischievously stole a glance at Draco.

Ginny looked over at Draco then back at Blaise. He could see the wheels turning inside her head. Oh yes, she was horrified and she wasn't about to ever talk to him again. Draco could see it all in her eyes.

"Then I wouldn't want to keep that from you, now would I ferret? Let me go run up to my room and grab it for you." Ginny spat, her face changing from offended to angry. "Why don't you both come with me up to Gryffindor wing, and I'll set this all straight."

They were beginning to gather stares, and Draco was going to hit Blaise as soon as they got out of this mess.

Blaise grinned, shifting so his Head Boy badge flashed in the light. "We'll follow you right up, Weasley."

Draco glared at the back of Blaise's head, wondering how much damage he could cause with a spoon. Ginny stood abruptly from the table, muttering under her breath and marching out of the hall.

The two Slytherin's followed her up to Gryffindor tower, where she turned around to face them. "Don't you get the sodding point? Leave me alone! You can have your stupid picture back as long as you never talk to me again!"

Draco shook his head, "Damn it Weasley, you need to get the sodding point!" Blaise leaned up against a wall, smirking as he watched Draco yell. "Bloody asswipe Zabini over there-!"

"Hey, I take offense to that." The Head Boy drawled, picking at his nails.

"Decided he'd make up some crack-shit lie so we could get that flaming picture back! Now, get your pretty little bum up those stairs and get it before I'm forced to do it for you."

"You try it, Malfoy." Ginny growled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh how he would love to take you up those stairs, you and your pretty little bum. He hasn't stopped panting from the last time he had your picture. A right state he's been in, so you just let him take you up those stairs young lady." Blaise purred, buffing his nails on his shirt. "If he wont I wouldn't mind…"

Ginny's face turned red and she brought back her fist walking quickly over to Zabini. Blaise was looking at his nails when she approached, only to look up in time to see Ginny's fist connect with is right eye.

"YOU BLOODY PRAT!!" Ginny yelled as Blaise hit the wall and slid down to the floor. Draco winced and took a step back from the fuming girl, who turned to him.

"I'm going to take that picture, show it to Fred and George, and then burn it." Ginny told him in a deadly calm voice.

Draco nodded as she quickly walked over to the Fat Lady, and whispered the password and entered the common room. He let out a breath he had been holding and helped Blaise up. The girl had a spunk that turned him on, but he had never panted in the way that Blaise said over her picture. He flinched and thought about the pranks that would fall on him when Fred and George heard of the picture and conversations.

"Prepare for operation revenge and operation groveling." Blaise whispered to him. Draco sighed and nodded, knowing there was no reason to even try to argue with Blaise at the moment.