A/N: When we last left our heroes, they had just wrapped up their first evening of tutoring. Draco was all about business (how very like him) and Ginny tried to be a bit conversational. Let's see where things go from here.

Chapter 3

Draco walked into the Slytherin dungeons after his tutoring session with Ginny. He had expected it to be empty but was surprised to see Pansy lying on the couch in front of the fire, asleep. He walked over to the couch and after taking off his bag sat down. The shift on the couch caused Pansy to open her eyes. She looked at the end of the couch and rubbed her eyes when she saw Draco.

"You're back," she said sitting up. "How did it go?"

"Horrible," he said putting his arms on the back of the couch and leaning his head back. "She's got utterly no talent when it comes to potions. Four tries for a simple shrinking potion. Four!"

She bent forward toward him and rested her head on his chest, "You knew it was going to be a pain going in."

"At least I'm off the hook tomorrow," he told her, "She has Quidditch practice."

"Good," Pansy said picking her head up and kissing his neck. "It'll give you some time to recover from the injustices you've had to suffer."

She kept kissing his neck trailing up along his jaw line across his cheek and finally coming up to his lips. Draco lifted his head from the back of the couch and kissed her back, inserting his tongue into her mouth. He leaned her back into the couch and she wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few more minutes, he pulled back, "We can't do this here. Anyone could walk in."

Pansy leaned her head up for another kiss before sighing, "Your right." Draco pulled his body off of hers and they both got off the couch. He walked her to the girl's side of the dorms and they said their good nights before he headed to his room.

He changed quietly and it wasn't until he climbed into bed that he thought about his session with Ginny. It was only now in the darkness of his room that he allowed himself to think about the way her brown eyes had fluttered and then softened when he'd touched her. She'd looked at him questioningly, a bit dazed, definitely wondering. He knew that expression well. He'd seen it on the faces of countless girls before. Weasley may detest his very presence, but she didn't hate his touch.

He rolled over on his side, pushing those thoughts out of his head. He was a Malfoy and the very last thing that should be on his mind was a Weasley. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

That Thursday Ginny decided to get to the Room of Requirement a lot earlier to try the shrinking potion again before Draco got there. She pulled out her notes and gathered her ingredients. Following her notes carefully she started trying to make the potion. She worked in silence and didn't notice when Draco entered the room.

When he realized what she was doing, he stayed by the entrance and watched her work. Her eyebrows were drawn together in concentration and she was chewing on her bottom lip as she contemplated her next step. Ginny grabbed something off the table and dropped it into the cauldron. The thick black cloud that erupted from the top showed that she obviously chose the wrong ingredient.

"Damn it!" she swore picking up a vile from the table next to her and hurtling it across the room where it crashed against the wall. She picked up her wand and waved it angrily over her cauldron.

"Didn't know you had a temper to match the color of your hair," Draco said pushing of the wall he'd been leaning on.

Ginny jumped when he spoke and turned in his direction. "Malfoy you scared me half to death!"

"Already forgot your own rules, Weasley?" he said putting his bag down.

She gave him an irritated look, "Sorry, but having the living daylights scared out of you makes you forget certain agreements."

"Right," Draco said rolling his eyes. "So what did you do wrong?" he asked getting back to the matter at hand.

"I don't know," she replied her face becoming a confused mask. "I added a pinch of Daisy Roots and then boom. Which reminds me," she said wiping at her face, "All clear?"

"You're all clear," he said glancing at her face. "A pinch you said? Come here and show me what a pinch is to you."

Ginny walked over to her table and gabbed what could have constituted as a handful of the chopped Daisy Roots. "This much?"

"No, not even close. Put it down." Ginny put the roots down and Draco walked up behind her. Taking her fingers in his hand he brought them over the roots, "A pinch is with two fingers," he said taking her thumb and pointer finger and using them to pick up a little bit of the Daisy Roots. "See the difference?"

"Oh," was all she said.

Draco moved over to the desk and sat on the edge, "How did you forget this in two days?"

"Hey, it's not like I don't have anything else I have to be doing!" she said in her defense. "I'm sure you're not perfect in everything you do!"

"Actually, I am. Now try it again," he said.

"You're so haughty! You really can't treat people this way you know!" she yelled at him.

He turned his gray eyes on her, "It wasn't my idea to be here and if you're going to stand here yelling all night, I'm going to leave," Draco said.

Ginny took a breath trying to calm herself. She'd love nothing more than for him to leave her presence, but the truth was that she needed him. "No," she grumbled, "I'm sorry."

He smiled superiorly, "Good. Now like I said, try again."

'I'd like to try a few choice hexes,' she thought to herself as she gathered her ingredients again. She resolved instead to making sure that she'd get the potion perfect this time. She followed the instructions again adding the ingredients to the letter and making sure that a pinch was only a pinch.

The whole time Draco paced around her watching everything she did. This made her nervous, but she was determined to do this right. The potion came out perfectly, but her excitement was short-lived. No sooner had she finished than Draco cleared her cauldron and instructed her to do it again.

Ginny's face fell, but she set her features again and got to work again. She knew he was testing her, trying to break her, make her uncomfortable so that she'd slip up. Well she'd show him. In all he made her redo her potion five times and it was midnight before he was satisfied enough to declare their session over.

After Draco just grabbed his bag and headed out the door. Ginny sat at the desk and put her head in her hands. She didn't know what to do. She really needed his help, but if he was going to punish her every time she did anything he saw as unacceptable then she wasn't going to be able to make it though this. Her seething anger had helped her get though this session, but how many would she be able to get through with anger?

Draco stood at the doorway looking in at Ginny. He had come back because he'd forgotten his potion notes on the desk. He didn't expect Ginny to still be there and he didn't expect her to be sitting at the desk with her head hanging. He knew that he probably had something to do with that, but what did she expect from him when she gave those little outbursts? He closed the door quietly and knocked on it before opening it again.

Ginny had jumped out of her seat when he knocked and was standing when he walked in. "What are you doing back here?" she asked.

"I forgot my notes," he said picking them up from the desk. He turned around to leave again took a couple of steps and turned back again. "I'm sorry about tonight," he said.

"Forget about it," she said looking away, "it was nothing."

He followed her gaze with his, "No, really. I'm sorry. I was probably a bit more harsh than I should have been and I apologize."

"Thank you for that."

"No problem. Well, good night." He turned around and headed toward the door again.

"See you on Saturday then," she said as he headed out.

Draco thoughts were on the wrong path again as he lay in bed that night. The red head was tenacious; he'd give her that. It was probably that damn Gryffindor pride that made her stand there for hours making sure that her potion came out perfect time after time. She had waited until she was alone before she let her true feelings out.

He hated the fact that seeing her upset made him feel anything. It should have made him happy to see that he'd gotten to her. Maybe she'd get frustrated and let him out of their agreement. Of course he'd given his word and a Malfoy never went back on his word. He'd just have to make sure he didn't let any emotions get in the way of what he had to do with the girl.

"I'm surprised she hasn't driven you crazy yet," Blaise said the next morning at breakfast.

"It's not for a lack of trying," Draco answered back.

Blaise glanced over to where Ginny was eating and talking to her brother, "It can't be as bad as all that, she is rather pretty." Draco chocked on his drink and looked at his friend in surprise. "What?" Blaise asked innocently, "You'd have to be blind not to see it."

"Don't you know who she is, Blaise?"

"Oh, so just because of that she can't be pretty?" Blaise fired back.

"Who can't be pretty?" Pansy asked joining in their conversation.

"Ginny Weasley," Draco answered. "Blaise thinks she's pretty."

Pansy started laughing, "You must be joking!"

"I'm not joking!" Blaise said defensively, "You're spending a lot of time with her Draco. You're telling me that you don't think that she's the least bit attractive?"

"Oh yes Draco, do tell," Pansy said still laughing.

Draco sat there silently thinking of the girl he'd spent a couple of nights with. Thinking of her long auburn hair, her warm brown eyes, which could turn almost black with anger and yet sparkle when she was happy, he thought of how soft her rosy skin was when he'd touched her cheek.

His friends sat there waiting for his answer, "I guess she's not repulsive," he said.

"See!" Blaise said as if that settled the matter.

Pansy turned back to her breakfast with a loud, "Humph!"

A/N: I think that Draco and Ginny just want to get into each other's pants already. It's too soon! I don't know what's going on right now. I promise to work it all out though! Review if you have time!