A/N: Ok, I would have made this chapter longer, but it just seemed logical for it to end where it has ended. I've decided to change the summary, cause the one I have is actually kinda lame, not intriguing at all.

I'm pretty sure that, no matter the number of reviews that I get, I'll finish it, just because I don't think I could stand having it unfinished once I've started it. But once summer comes (and there's no homework to put off) the only thing motivating me will be reviews. So however generic you think you might be when reviewing, it doesn't matter, cause it will make a MASSIVE difference over the next three months. And I guess how well this fic is received will affect whether or not I write another. Though the next three school years will provide me with PLENTY of school work to put off… ;) But only during the school year, cause I am everything BUT an overachiever.

Finally, Veriawen-Edhel, that was one of the best things you coulda said, thanks! Nerwen Faelvirin, Bunny / Sailor Moon, and Luck Marie! Thanks a bunch, whenever I don't want to do my homework (which is pretty much always) I go read the reviews, hehehe.

4.

Purple Haze

By Jimi Hendrix (as if y'all didn't know that one…)

Purple Haze all in my brain,

Lately things don't seem the same.

Acting funny but I don't know why,

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

Purple haze all around,

Don't know if I'm coming up or down.

Am I happy or in misery?

What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me…

Saturday Morning…

So, back to the grinning and stretching of a very sexually satisfied Virginia Anne Weasley. Not even the reminiscing of the previous day's events could dampen the mood, not even the thought of the impending interrogation that she would receive when she showed up to the portrait of Gryffindor tower looking delectably ravished. Hmmm…how would she avert that particular disaster? Ginny turned onto her side, dislodging Malfoy's arm in the process, and leaned over him to look at the alarm clock located on the bedside table. She was about to flop back down when she paused and slowly turned back to look at the clock…was that a damn snake? Did he really have an ornate snake framing the face of his clock? Was he serious? Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head, and then carefully lay back down, trying not to jostle the bed too much.

Was that a canopy? Dear Merlin, he had a canopy on his bed. Why hadn't she noticed this before? Oh. Yeah. Right. Still…He has a life sized self-portrait on the wall?! Ok, enough was enough. Ginny slid to the side of the bed closest to the window and sat on the edge of the bed, resisting the urge to ogle the painting of Draco in his quidditch uniform, looking all suave and leering…Wait, leering? Ginny looked down, and was faced with her nakedness. Some people could have no clothes on and be nude, but not Ginny, when she had no clothes on she was naked. Ginny frowned and looked around for something to cover herself with.

She stood from the bed, running a hand through her tangled hair, and walked over to the window sill where, somehow, her dressing gown had ended up. Ginny smiled as the answer to her earlier problem solved itself. She threw a quick glare at the Draco-portrait who's response was to smirk and raise his eyebrows suggestively. Ginny huffed, flipped her hair out of the back of the dressing gown, secured it, and went about collecting her clothes before heading to the bathroom to get dressed.

Ginny walked out of the bathroom blinking in an overly-dramatic fashion, having just been blinded, by what on any standard, would have been considered excessive gold-plating. At least she hoped it was plating. She gave her head a quick shake to clear her thoughts and then noticed Malfoy with his back to her, slipping on a pair of boxers. He turned around at Ginny's muttering and looked at her blankly, concealing his thoughts. Ginny smiled distractedly at him as she went in search of her hair tie. Malfoy crossed his arms and frowned at the apparent dismissal. If he didn't know any better he would have thought that she didn't care what he was thinking. Well, he should have known better, because, to be perfectly honest, she really didn't care what he was thinking.

"Have you seen my hair tie?" Ginny asked as her eyes quickly swept the floor. She picked through Malfoy's strewn clothes, but other than the mess they had created last night, everything was in perfect order. Almost obsessively so. She'd have to watch out for that, hardly needed an obsessive Malfoy creating murals to her amazingness. Ginny giggled at the thought before dropping to her hands and knees and looking under the bed.

The head-boy blinked in surprise as Ginny giggled. She was certainly…chipper, for lack of a better word. He'd expected tears and regret, not…giggling. His eyes narrowed, she'd better not be expecting flowers and romance, the last thing he needed was another groupie obsessed with him. Damn groupies and their damn murals.

"Ah ha! Found it!" Ginny cried, scrambling ungracefully to her bunny-clad feet. Malfoy schooled his features to a reserved blank once more. Ginny whistled as she walked across the room to the entrance, tying her hair in the process.

The blond cringed at the completely out of tune whistling, and saw an opportunity to get the teasing status quo back to normal. "Do you mind?"

"Nope," Ginny glanced at him and grinned as she grabbed his broomstick. His actual broomstick. She then walked back across the room, over the aubusson rug, and checked the time again. "Oh, dear," she exclaimed softly.

"Oh, dear?" Malfoy mouthed in disgust, who actually says that? He managed to clear his face of expression before Ginny turned around.

"Well, it's been a blast, we should do it again sometime," Ginny reached her free hand up and patted his face, smiling pleasantly as she did so. She then walked around him and to the other side of the bed, flung open the window, and then turned around and raised the broomstick slightly. "I'll get this back to you. Bye!" She then mounted the broom, hovered just outside of the window for a moment, and then with a jaunty wave she was off.

Malfoy had followed her progress across the room and now stood perfectly still. But it wasn't his renowned self-control that held him frozen this time; it was shock. His jaw was hanging slightly open and his eyes were wide, questions swirling just beneath he surface. Had she just blown him off? Wasn't he the one who was supposed to do that? Malfoy was completely stumped as to how to react, he'd never been in this situation before; a woman had never left him before, he'd always left them. This wasn't right! He was a Malfoy, damnit! Malfoys always did the leaving, they were never the leavee! The Slytherin's shock slowly seeped away in the face of his righteous indignation. Had that little harlot really just taken his broom?! Why hadn't he stopped her?!! Oh. Yeah. Right. Damn mens' one track minds and damn her too! Alright, this situation had to be rectified. If this was going to continue she had to know who was in charge. Draco bloody Malfoy was in charge, damnit!…Wasn't he?

Ginny hovered as close to the small ledge that lined the outside of Hermione's prefect room window. She then slipped from her broom onto the ledge, balancing a little precariously on the ledge for a moment, her satisfied smile slipping for a moment; bunny slippers were not conducive to ledge balancing. Apparently. She filed that away for future reference, a good thing to know after all.

The female Weasley grasped the broom in one hand and pushed her face up against the glass to peer inside. When she had confirmed that no one (and by 'no one' she meant Ron) was inside except for the already dressed owner of the room, she began tapping on the glass. Hermione jerked her head up from her desk at the sound and swung around to look at the window. The head girl's eyes widened as she noticed Ginny standing on a ledge in her pajamas, grinning stupidly as she held a broom in one hand and waved frantically with the other.

Hermione stood so quickly her chair toppled over, but it was ignored as she raced to open her window. Ginny shifted to the side so that Hermione could open one side of the window without knocking her off of the ledge.

"Ginny!" Hermione screeched as soon as the other girl had leapt inside, smile still firmly in place.

"Good day, Hermione!" Ginny said casually.

Hermione sputtered for a moment, unsure whether she should be outraged or just plain shocked. "What in Merlin's name were you doing on my ledge at ten o'clock in the morning?!"

Ginny looked at Hermione strangely, a playful gleam in her eye. "The fact that it's ten o'clock doesn't seem very relevant, does it. I mean, if I had been on your ledge at ten o'clock at night, now that would be adequate reason for you to include the time." Ginny strolled from Hermione and the window over to the already made bed and fell down onto it, absently tossing the broom onto the ground beside her. "But ten o'clock in the morning is hardly a scandalous time, now is it?"

Hermione, still frozen near the window, slowly unfroze and walked furiously up to the redhead lying on her bed. Ginny continued to lay there, her hands still clasped behind her bed, her lips still slanted in a smile, as Hermione loomed over her, jaw clenched and glaring at her. "Virginia. Anne. Weasley," the bushy haired girl paused for effect," you will tell me immediately why it is that you were standing on my ledge at ten o'clock in the morning!"

"Good thing it is ten o'clock in the morning too, otherwise I would have frozen my…tail off," Ginny finished meekly as Hermione's glare gained intensity and her hands moved to her hips, looking for all the world like a mini Molly Weasley. "Alright, alright, alright," Ginny sighed as she sat up and crossed her legs. "Take a seat, my friend," she patted the bed beside her. Hermione hesitated before settling herself on the side of the bed in front of Ginny, her legs hanging over the side. Ginny cleared her throat, looking everywhere but at Hermione. "Well, I, ah, took your advice."

"You've read Adalbert Waffling's book 'Magical Theory'?"

"What?" Ginny asked, confused. "No, I had sex, but I'll read Adalbert Waffling 'Magical Theory' as soon as I get bored with that."

"Well, then." There was a long pause as Hermione stared stonily at Ginny. "I take it from that silly smile that you won't be reading 'Magical Theory' any time soon," Hermione stated pompously, before breaking into laughter that Ginny couldn't help but join. "Who?" The head girl gasped as she caught her breath.

"Draco Malfoy!" Ginny chocked out, still laughing. The next thing Ginny knew she had been shoved off of the bed. "What was that for?!" She demanded indignantly as got to her knees and began rubbing her rear. She barely resisted to urge to look over her shoulder and make sure the hard landing on the stone hadn't permanently scarred her arse.

The sun that poured in through the window backlit Hermione's standing frame, outlining it. The wild hair that surrounded her head only adding to the 'avenging angel' feel that was coming off of the girl. "With WHO?!" She boomed fiercely, her hands on her hips. Ginny fell back onto her arse at the shout and silence reigned as the redhead stared in awe at the intimidating figure.

"Hermione," Ginny began hesitantly from her fallen position, "maybe you should go see Neville and get some-"

"I don't need to see Neville!" She yelled sharply. "What I need is for you to tell me why you slept with Draco Malfoy!"

"Well, he, I, you're making me nervous!" Ginny whined as she slowly got to her feet and edged away.

"Oh! For goodness sake!" The head girl muttered as she lost her otherworldliness and sank down onto the bed, her head in her hands. "Of all the people you could have chosen, you chose him. Why?" She asked in a pained tone.

"Well," Ginny said excitedly as she sat down next to Hermione, "it makes perfect sense. You're going to think I'm brilliant when I explain it to you." Hermione raised an eyebrow dubiously. "I don't like him! At all! Zip! Nada! Nothing!" Ginny smiled and nodded her head, clearly waiting for the expected approval.

A look of complete and utter mystification slowly unfolded on the head girl's face. "Are you simple?" Hermione enunciated as clearly as she was able, looking out of the window. "Ginny," she began patiently, clasping her hands in front of her mouth and slowly in haling then exhaling, "sex, to people like you and me, has to mean something." Hermione dropped her hands into her lap and turned to look at her friend.

"Oh! But it does!" Ginny said excitedly, grabbing Hermione's hands and shuffling closer. "See, because I don't care about him it means that if Ron wants to hurt him I won't care! And he's a Malfoy, so he's not likely to tell anyone we're having at it! There are no feelings involved and that means that it's perfect!"

"You know perfectly well that's not what I meant by 'means'," Hermione snapped as she snatched her hands back and folded her arms, a scowl on her face. "Though it is almost impossible to argue with your logic."

"Almost?! Don't be preposterous, it's brilliant and you know it."

"It's only brilliant if it is ultimately worth it."

"Five times, Hermione," Ginny said solemnly.

Hermione's frown intensified and she clenched her jaw. "If you're going to lie at least don't insult my intelligence by being so blatantly outlandish about it and still expect me to believe-"

"Five. Times." Ginny interrupted, her voice still as seriously forceful as before. The two girls stared at each other challengingly. Hermione absolutely refused to believe such a ludicrous number and Ginny refused to…well, lie. Silence reigned as each girl looked at the other, Hermione with her arms still crossed and her glare still firmly in place, Ginny with her hands folded in her lap, looking serenely sure of herself.

"You're trying to tell me that he made you-…That is to say that he caused you to-…Five times?!" She asked incredulously.

"Yes!" Ginny yelled, somewhat irritated by the doubt in her friend's voice.

"Five times?" Hermione asked again, "Are you sure?"

"Hermione!" Snapped the younger girl.

"I'm sorry…" the bushy haired girl raised her hands placatingly before ruining it all by continuing to talk, "but five times?!"

"Yes! Alright?! YES! Five bloody times! How many more times do I have to say it?!"

"No more times, I believe you, really, I do."

Silence reigned as an almost awkward air settled in the room as each thought about what had just been affirmed numerous times. Both girls faced forward, staring out the window, but not seeing anything. It's not that the concept of what Ginny was proposing was inconceivable, per se, just, well…impressive, Hermione supposed.

"Wow," Hermione murmured, finally.

"Yeah, wow," Ginny responded just as softly.

Slowly the two girls looked at each other, and broke out into girlish giggles. They then huddled together and spoke in hushed voices despite there being no one around to hear what they were saying.

Hermione tucked a bushy lock of hair behind her ear before she began to speak in excited, hushed tones. "That is absolutely amazing, Ginny! I can't believe, well, I mean, I can," she quickly amended, "what I mean is that that is absolutely amazing!"

"I know," Ginny giggled, her eyes sparkling, her smile irrepressible.

"I'm not going to ask how, though I honestly almost want to. Was he really that good?"

"Yes! And this is going to sound strange, but it wasn't as if he was a different person while we were together. I mean, he was still Draco Malfoy, but instead of his energies being focused towards making our lives miserable, he was completely focused on what we were doing."

"Oh my," Hermione was astounded.

"Oh my indeed!" Ginny exalted. "He's actually a really funny guy, witty and subtle. Very subtle."

"Wait, Ginny," Hermione interrupted apprehensively, "you aren't actually suggesting he has redeeming qualities, are you?"

"Hell, no!" Was the appalled response.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Hermione expelled with a nervous laugh, "from the way you were talking, it wouldn't have been completely inconceivable that you were, you know, beginning to perhaps…care…for him."

Ginny smiled and shook her head. "Not a chance. Just because I can appreciate his brand of humor doesn't mean I like him as a human being."

"Good, good. Just make sure you remember that."

"Oh, come on! How hard could it be? You know as well as I do that the only way that Malfoy would ever change is if he…well," Ginny laughed at the preposterous thought that entered her mind.

"What, Ginny? He'd only change if he what?"

"Hermione, the only way that Draco Malfoy would ever change at this point in his life would be if he fell in love."

Both girls looked at each other for a moment and then, following the generally unstable pattern of this particular conversation, broke into laughter.