Author's Note: Maybe it's not so hiatus-y after all. Just bracing you people for my up and coming Draco/Hermione fic. Can you imagine? Me a fan of Draco/Hermione when a few hours ago I was a die hard Harry/Hermione fan?

Which isn't to say I'm not still a fan of Draco/Ginny. Just not a DIE HARD fan.

Anyway, it all started when I was sitting here. At this computer chair. On the computer. With the TV on. Multi-tasking and whatnot.

Then BAM! It happened.

The commercial for the up and coming Harry Potter movie came on. And it pissed me off because Hermione 'accidentally' grabbed Ron's hand when she was scared. RON'S hand. NOT Harry's. RON'S. Which TOTALLY hinted that the movies were going to be Ron/Hermione biased as WELL as the books (That's just what I've heard. About the books being biased, I mean).

How annoying. I screamed a total of three times. Very loudly. In German. Can you even scream in German?

Whatever.

So I went back n the computer to try and figure out what all the fuss was about with Ron/Hermione. And I read this thing saying that Harry and Hermione were only in a brother-sister relationship and that Ron and Hermione argued like a married couple.

There fore they must be in love…?

That made sense. Not.

Well, okay a little. So I read some Ron/Hermione fanfics (I didn't even finish one. My upset stomach wouldn't let me.) because, truly, after reading that Harry/Hermione fics bugged me.

Which led me to other matches for Hermione.

Which led me to Draco Malfoy (drool)

Which led me to wanting to write my own Draco/Hermione fic. To, you know, get used to the different pairing.

Which led to the idea floating around in my head.

Which led to me updating. So really, my total change in shipping should make you readers happy! I updated!

Anyway, I think I've ranted enough. On with the story (Four pages. You people should thank me.)

I Wish…

Chapter Seven

Home For The Holidays

"I'm leaving now, Ron." Ginny called as she lugged her suitcase into the hall. It was time for the holidays and Ginny was, of course, going home with Malfoy. Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all staying at Hogwarts for the holidays, as were Fred, George, Neville, and Seamus. Ginny'd also heard something about Blaise what's-her-face staying, but she didn't care enough to be sure.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You could get raped. Or kidnapped. Or murdered. Or..."

"Are you doubting my ability to take care of my girlfriend, Weasel?" Draco asked, coming up behind Ginny with a raised eyebrow and some floating suitcases. Floating the suitcases... Why hadn't she thought of that?! With a quick spell, Ginny's joined Draco's in the air.

"No. I'm doubting your ability to take care of my SISTER, Malfoy." Ron spat out, glaring. Ginny rolled her eyes and stepped between the two.

"Now, now, don't fight. And would you calm down Ron. We're going to Malfoy Manor, which is probably the second safest place on earth." A snort from Harry and Hermione's direction. "What could possibly happen to me there?"

"My sister better come back a virgin." Ginny flushed bright red and opened her mouth to protest--

"How would you be able to tell? How do you know we haven't done it already?"

"GINNY!"

"What?" Why was he looking at HER? "I didn't do anything!"

"It's okay, love. No need to be shy." Ginny gave Malfoy a glare that said plainly 'Not funny'. He cracked up anyway. "You should have seen the look on your faces..."

"Very funny." Hermione said sarcastically. "You take care of her, Malfoy."

"Or else." Harry added. Ginny rolled her eyes. She wasn't a baby. She could take care of herself. Her train of thought ended when Draco's hand wrapped around her shoulders and he pulled her up against him, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I will. Don't worry."

"Don't worry? That's like locking Ginny in a cage with a dementor and saying 'Don't worry'." Ron said dryly.

"Maybe we should try that with you, Weasel." Draco countered, a smirk on his face. Ginny waved her hands before Ron could reply, catching the group's attention.

"Okay, I love you. Bye!" She grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him down the hallway, their suitcases floating behind them. They headed off the Hogwarts ground sin silence, Draco chuckling occasionally and Ginny telling him to shut up because what he did wasn't funny at all.

"Ye sit was. Your brother was going to burst a blood vessel."

"You two are so childish."

"Those are some big words coming from a girl who's a year younger than us both."

"But girls mature faster."

"That means we get to have all the fun."

"Shut up."

"What is SHE doing here?" Lucius Malfoy raged as soon as Draco and Ginny announced their arrival. He had pulled Draco over to the side, telling Ginny to go meet and greet with 'Rochelle' in the guest room, before turning on his son, his face contorted in anger. Draco raised a calm eyebrow.

"I told you I'd already found a girl. Ginny's that girl."

"A WEASLEY? Of all the people you could have chose, you choose a dirty, poor, lower-than-slime WEASLEY?"

"She may be a Weasley, but she's mine and I love her. There's nothing you can do about it, Father. That's the way it is."

Lucius saw red.

Draco wasn't the least bit surprised when his father's hand flew threw the air and connected with his cheek. But that sure as hell didn't make the stinging go down, nor stop the bruise from forming.

"Who are you?" Asked the girl sitting calmly in the parlor sipping tea. Ginny gave her the once over. Back-length black hair, ice cold blue eyes, a sort of wickedness to her.

This was a Malfoy's kind of girl alright.

The fact that her skirt was shorter than a band-aid (In fact, Ginny thought it actually WAS a band-aid) and that she was sitting very… Provocatively re-enforced Ginny's determination to keep this girl far, FAR away from Draco.

It was the least she could do.

It CERTAINLY wasn't because she was jealous.

Of COURSE not.

Well…

"I'm Virginia Weasley. And you are…?"

"Rochelle Turmeya." Rochelle raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "What are you doing here? I've never seen anyone of your… Social statues near this house let alone in it."

Why don't you just come right out and call me a good-for-nothing bum, Ginny thought, inwardly seething. Outwardly, she kept the polite smile on her face. "I'm here because my boyfriend invited me back for the holidays. Maybe you know him. Draco Malfoy?" Ginny delighted in the shock and horrified look on the girl's face before adding. "Who are you? Her sister?"

"I… I… I thought I…" The girl stuttered, before she regained her cool. "You lie."

"Think what you like, dear." Ginny said sweetly. "It all comes down to who he gives his kisses to. And for future reference, yes, he IS a good kisser."

"Talking about me again, Gin?" Ginny smiles as a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and she turned around to face her (sort of) boyfriend, smiling 'lovingly' at him.

"Who else?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes plainly asking 'What are you up to?' even though the rest of his face never changed expression. Ginny smiles even more, leaned up and kissed him.

Except, something went wrong.

And she actually… Enjoyed it…

All the thoughts were cleared from her mind as he began to respond to her kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pulling her closer to him. She gasped, her mouth opening slightly, giving Draco the opportunity he needed to work his tongue into her mouth.

Ginny moaned as he began to explore, his tongue tangling with her own, until she shyly began to respond to his advances. She felt him smirk before she felt herself being pushed roughly against the wall, and he moved from her licks to start kissing her neck.

No, she wasn't supposed to be enjoying this…

It'd just have to be her little secret.

"AHEM." Ginny made a low sound of protest as Draco pulled away from the absolutely EVIL things he'd been doing to her neck to look at whoever had cleared their throat so loudly. She repeated the sound when Draco pulled away completely and ran a hand through his (now messy) hair.

"I'm sorry. Who're you…?"

"Rochelle." The girl ground out through clenched teeth. "Sorry to disturb you but it's rude to ignore your guests."

"Yes. It is, isn't it?" Ginny raised an eyebrow as Draco turned to her and took her hand. "Come, Gin. We'll continue our… Activities elsewhere. See you at dinner… Rachel?"

"Rochelle."

"Right." Ginny smiled and waved at the furious girl as Draco pulled her out of the room and down the hallway.

"Are we really going to..?"

Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, I see how you are. You just want me for my body."

"Of course, dear. Didn't you know?" She said, batting her eyelashes and smiling. The boy rolled his eyes at her, but smiled back.

Hey, maybe Draco Malfoy wasn't all that bad after all…

…

…

Right. And maybe pigs would fly.