Summary: Ginny's got a secret admirer. Could he be that cute new teacher? Could he be her house team's seeker? Could he be someone whom she knew right from her very first year at Hogwarts? Or could he be one of the most unlikely person to even notice her?

Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Although I wish they were a product of my very own imagination, sad to say I only own the plot & the other characters that might pop up somewhere down the road here.

PhoenixRae's Note: Okay, here's the next chapter. Well, I think I let you guys wait long enough to find out who our APC is so I've decided to reveal him to you all. Well…uhm…we'll see how this chapter goes first, hehehehe *winks* but in case I didn't get around to revealing our APC here, I'm sure…uh…no, wait, I think I will reveal him in this chapter, how's that? *huge smile* Now read & enjoy!

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XXI. Ginny's BIG Mistake

Hogsmeade weekend. The whole school was buzzing with suppressed excitement for the upcoming weekend. It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the school year and the entire student body (with the exception of the first and second years) were giddy with excitement. They couldn't wait to go to Zonko's and Honeydukes to stack-up on their supplies of joke stuff and sweets.

Ginny, however, was a little apprehensive about going. She kept on wringing her hands together all day Friday, dreading the upcoming weekend. She didn't tell Abigail this, but last night she received another owl from her APC. Seemed like their first rendezvous wasn't enough and he asked to meet with her at Hogsmeade (someplace private and dark of course—at least that was what he told her). At that time she was giddy with anticipation that she quickly scrawled yes on the same parchment he sent and gave it back to his owl that waited for her response.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she kept on berating herself long after the owl flew out of her bedroom carrying her reply. Anxiety started to settle in as soon as the owl hooted its approval at her reply and flew out of the room. It was already too late for her to call the blasted bird back, and she didn't want to follow it outside because she knew she would never find it. The owl was too damn fast and she was already sleepy after finishing a five inches long essay for Oliver. Damn, that man sure works his student ragged sometimes, but she can't really blame him because he was just doing his job. Nevertheless she was too damn tired last night to run after a bird carrying her response to an invitation she hastily accepted without further reconsideration.

"Hey Ginny, are you okay?" Abigail asked as she and her friend walked out of the Entrance Hall following the others to head to Hogsmeade.

"Yeah," Ginny replied a bit distractedly.

"You don't look okay," Abigail pointed out. "C'mon girl, you know you can share whatever's bothering you with me. I won't spill."

"I know that, Abs, but…" Ginny's voice faltered as they continued to descend the stone steps from the Entrance Hall.

Abigail finally gave up. She knew Ginny was in some kind of a rut, now what was the rut about she doesn't know nor would she find out any time soon.

Ginny wasn't her usual chirpy self as they hit Hogsmeade. She went with Abigail and a few of their friends to Honeydukes and bought herself some sweets, then she told them she wasn't feeling well and parted with them en route to Zonko's.

"Hey Gin, where are you going?" called Abigail.

"The Three Broomsticks!" Ginny called back. "I'll just see you there," she promised.

"Okay," Abigail agreed.

Ginny waved at her friends and set off to the Three Broomsticks. She glanced at her watch and noted the time. She agreed to meet with her APC out by the Shrieking Shack in half an hour. Would she go or wouldn't she go? Oh hell, some rut you got yourself in to, Weasley, she scolded herself and entered the pub. She went straight to the counter and ordered herself a pint of butterbeer (she needed something to boost her confidence if ever she decided to meet with her APC) and found a secluded booth out of sight from anyone's view.

She marched towards the booth and was about to park her behind when she saw that it was already occupied. And the person seated there was someone she'd rather not be with right now.

Her brown eyes clashed with the cool gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. Ginny's breath stilled in her throat and in her lungs. She felt that zinging sensation tickling her right from the roots of her hair right through to the tips of her toes once again. Damn, how could he do that to her? A simple glance; a mere locking of gazes; and foom! She felt all damn dizzy!

"Oh, sorry. I thought this booth was empty," she said haughtily and turned to look for another booth to drink her butterbeer in peace.

"The whole pub's full, carrot top. Might as well join me," he invited, taking a swig of his own drink.

Ginny froze from walking away. Like a robot she slowly turned and stared wide-eyed at the blond haired Slytherin seventh year lounging lazily in the booth.

"What?" Draco suddenly looked uneasy. He was used to being gawked at, but the way Ginny was looking at him was something else.

"Did—did you just invite me to sit with you?" she looked confused. The last thing she expected to receive from the likes of Draco Malfoy was courtesy.

Draco raised an aristocratic eyebrow, his gray eyes moving up and down her once before settling his icy gaze on her shocked face.

"And what if I did? Got a problem with that, carrot top?" he sneered.

"I wouldn't really call it a problem, bleached boy," she replied smugly.

"Oh?" he challenged, that aristocratic brow still raised.

"Yeah," she nodded, not sure what the hell she was saying. Somehow those penetrating gray eyes of his were making her linger a while longer and slug-it out verbally with him. She slid into the seat across from him, setting her pint of butterbeer in front of her and made herself comfortable.

"Then what would you call it?"

She shrugged slightly, drawing the straw she asked Madam Rosmerta to put on her drink towards her lips. "A rare occurrence," she answered simply.

"Is that right?" Draco slouched in his seat; his arm resting on the backrest of the seat while his back was part against the wall and against the cushioned backrest.

"Uh-hm," Ginny nodded.

"So where's your boyfriend?" he asked.

"I don't have a boyfriend, bleached boy," she answered quickly.

"Oh no?" his brow rose again. "I thought Zambini is your boyfriend?"

Ginny glared at him from across the table.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Malfoy, that Blaise and I aren't together?"

"Now you see, carrot top, I would normally believe you—" Ginny raised an eyebrow in disbelief at what he just said, but Draco ignored her and continued with his explanation, "—but under certain circumstances, I chose to think otherwise."

"And why is that, huh?"

"Why is what?" he took a swig of his drink and placed his mug with a soft thud back on the table.

"Don't be coy with me, Malfoy. You know what I'm talking about."

Draco chuckled and took his time from answering. He circled his index finger around the rim of his mug, occasionally casting a quick glance at the young woman sharing the booth with him.

"Malfoy…" she hissed when she could wait no longer for his reply.

"What?" he looked up at her, his gray eyes filled with utter innocence that Ginny felt she wanted to claw his eyes out from their sockets.

"Argh! You're being impossible, bleached boy," she snatched her drink and started to slide out of the booth, but Draco's leg came up and rested on her seat, blocking her from sliding out. Ginny cast him a glare that could melt metal, but Draco didn't flinch. He kept his foot where it was, his arrogant smirk plastered on his handsome face, and he looked as though he was enjoying annoying her.

"I'm leaving now, Malfoy," she announced on a levelled tone of voice.

"So?"

Ginny's eyebrow rose a fraction of an inch, "Your foot's on my way. I suggest you remove it or I remove it for you," she threatened.

"I don't think you can," he challenged.

He was right. She can't remove his foot. Why? Simple. She didn't want to leave. But that's absurd, Ginny! a small voice at the back of her head scolded, You don't honestly mean you'd rather stay here in this booth with a Malfoy, do you?

Actually she does. For some odd, twisted reason, she wanted to stay where she was. At least with Malfoy around to annoy her, she would be distracted with this other pressing matter she unwittingly got herself in to.

"Just sod off, Malfoy," she hissed, placing her drink back on the table.

Draco raised his eyebrow once more. "So I take it you're staying?"

"Whatever. It's either here or face…" her voice trailed off and she gave herself a mental shake. What was wrong with her? She was thisclose to telling Malfoy she was about to rendezvous with her APC. Now what made her want to tell him that when she couldn't tell her best friend what she did the night before?

Draco, on the other hand, seemed to be hanging on to what she was saying and was waiting for her to continue. When she showed no sign of saying anything more, he tried to cajole some information out of her.

"It's either here or face who, carrot top?"

"It's none of your business, bleached boy."

"Aw, come on, Weaslette, you can't just say something like that and never tell me the rest!" he complained.

"Why not?"

"Because it's annoying, that's why," he snapped. "Now, either you tell me who you'd rather not face and why," he demanded.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to know."

"Why?"

"Is it bad to wonder who you're hiding from?"

Ginny looked like she was about to say something else, but at the very last minute she opted to ask, "Why?" instead.

"Because I want to know, that's why," his patience was dwindling on a very thin thread. If she asked him why one more time he swore he'd reach over and kiss that pretty mouth of hers just to shut her up! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, boy, a voice at the back of his head warned him.

"Why?" Ginny frowned.

"Weasley…" he hissed through gritted teeth.

Ginny knew she was pushing his buttons here, but she doesn't care. He was the one who wanted to pry into her personal life. If he couldn't take the hint that she didn't want to talk about it, then he'd have to suffer getting annoyed with her constantly asking him why.

"Why?" she asked one more time and she watched Draco Malfoy lose his cool. He slammed his fist down hard on the flat surface of the table, making a loud ruckus and drawing attention to where they were from other patrons.

Ginny, who sat facing the crowd, turned beet red and gave the onlookers an apologetic smile before casting a glare at the man hidden from everyone else's prying eyes.

"Did you have to do that?" she snapped irately at him.

Draco gave her a you-made-me-do-it smirk and took a sip of his drink. Ginny rolled her eyes skyward and ignored the boy across from her. She glanced at her watch and noted that she only had fifteen minutes left to spare before she had to meet her APC. Somehow she wasn't looking forward to it anymore. All these thoughts were running crazy inside her head. What if whom she thought was her APC was wrong? What if the letter she received last night was a just a joke? What if whoever sent that letter wanted to make a fool out of her? What if…what if…what if…damn! Why the heck was she stressing herself out over this?

"Look, Weasel, if I promise not to annoy you, will you keep me company?" he bargained.

"You will?"

"Well…I could try to be nice to you," he amended with a slight shrug.

Ginny rolled her eyes at him; typical male response. They can make tons of idle promises, but they can never guarantee to follow-through with it.

"Whatever, Malfoy," she ignored him for the time being, but you can't just easily ignore Draco Malfoy; not when he was seated across from you inside a semi-secluded booth at the back of the Three Broomsticks surrounded by your fellow schoolmates who had other things to think about than gossip about Ginny and the person she was sharing her booth with who was oozing with non-stop male testosterone that…oh God, she better stop thinking or else she wouldn't be able to concentrate on the real problem at hand: her impending rendezvous with her APC.

Draco noticed that Ginny's mind was elsewhere. He already picked up on that obvious fact the moment he saw her walked in to the pub looking confused and nervous.

"Where's your sidekick, carrot top?" he asked when he noticed that Abigail has yet to grace them with her company.

"I thought you were going to be nice to me?" she glared accusingly at him.

"Hey, I said I'll try to be nice," he corrected her.

"Whatever," she turned her attention back on her drink, her mind racing. She kept on glancing at her watch, counting down the minutes until she had to leave and meet with her APC.

"Where is your loyal sidekick really?" Draco asked her again.

"Why do you want to know?" she snapped at him.

"Because I find it odd that you're sitting here all by yourself without your faithful other half, that's why."

"Abby's got a life and so do I."

"I see," he nodded then pushed away from where he was leaning against and rested his arms on the table. "In other words, you and Wilson got into a fight, huh?"

"What's it to you whether Abby and I got into a bit of scrap with each other or not, huh?" she snapped at him.

"Whoa! No need to bite my head off, Weasley. I was just merely making an assumption," he backed off from the annoyed redhead.

"Well make an assumption elsewhere, alright? I'm glad you were kind enough to share this booth with me since this whole pub's a bit crowded today, and just because I accepted your offer doesn't mean that you're welcome to snoop into what's going on in my life!"

Draco raised an eyebrow at her heated argument. He wasn't really snooping. He was just curious, that was all. How could she plainly mistaken his curiosity for snooping? Not that curiosity often killed the cat, but in this case he'd get his neck snapped into two if he doesn't back off. And why would he back off? It was very often he found himself in the company of the alluring (oh, hell yeah he found her alluring! She was a damn good sight on her broomstick too if anyone cared to ask him that) Gryffindor redhead—the last of the infamous Weasley clan to attend Hogwarts until they all married off and produced their own little Weasleys to grace their damn alma mater once again.

"A bee in your bonnet, Weaslette?" he inquired, frowning at the elfin-shaped freckled face of the youngest Weasley offspring.

"What's it to you, Malfoy?"

"Just wondering," he shrugged.

"Just wondering, huh?" she echoed, mockery lacing her tone as she took a sip of her drink. He thought she would ignore him again, but he was surprised when, after she was done quenching her thirst, she spoke again. "Can a person be utterly stupid for being fascinated and probably close to becoming deliriously in love—which hasn't happened yet but it's getting to that—with a faceless admirer?" she asked, scrunching her small face into a curious scowl.

At the mention of 'faceless admirer,' Draco found his back stiffening like a floorboard.

"Y-you're fascinated?" he echoed, chastising himself from stammering when he spoke.

"Yeah," Ginny obviously didn't notice him flubbing his words.

"How so?" now he was interested in finding out every bit of detail she'd care to share with him. Somehow he found it vital to learn about these stuff from her first-hand than hear it from someone else.

Ginny pouted. Such red, succulent lips that Draco wouldn't mind losing himself into kissing senseless. But of course he must rein-in his rampaging hormones. Since she stepped in to the pub unescorted by her friend (or friends sometimes when she felt like going out in a group), Draco did his best to prevent himself from getting up and walking towards her, dragging her somewhere dark and quiet where he could kiss her passionately…like the last time…

He mentally shook his head, expelling the memory from his mind. He need not be clouded with that one fantastic chance he had of finding her alone and in the dark. This wasn't the time to reminisce about that. She was just about to tell him about her secret admirer, something he was so damn dying to find out what she honestly thought about it.

"Well…because…" she paused and gave him a piercing look, "Wait, why do you want to know? Don't tell me you're just curious 'coz I just think you're snooping," she accused.

"Hey, I'm bored here, alright? Might as well listen to you whine about some non-existent admirer," he sat back, pretending to look less interested at what she was about to tell him when deep down inside he was dying to find out exactly what she thought of the whole secret admirer thing.

"So you find it amusing to hear about my so-called admirer?" she raised an eyebrow, "Oh jeez, I'm so flattered to ever capture your fancy, Malfoy," she snapped and decided to shrink back into her shell.

Dammit! Nice move, Malfoy, he scolded himself.

"Look, it seems to me you look bothered unless my eyes are deceiving me," he wanted to cajole her to talk to him, not shut him out so he was doing every tactic he learned that girls like and tried to cajole her into speaking to him. "I promise I won't make fun of you and your so-called faceless admirer. If you feel like talking about it…" he left it hanging at that, waiting for her to take the bait.

And took it she did!

With a hearty sigh, she slouched against the seat's cushy backrest and pouted.

"I unwittingly agreed to meet with him today," she finally confessed.

Draco gulped.

"And?"

"And I don't know," she shrugged.

He pretended to look confused (but that wasn't hard to do since he was indeed confused). "Why not?"

"Because after that snogfest we had that night we had detention—you remember that one?" she gave him a pointed look.

Of course he remembered! How could he not? Wood was pissed right off with what he did, but he finally conceded and he owed his History of Magic professor a whole damn much for manipulating the situation to his advantage.

He pretended to look appalled (just for the sake of pretending alright?) at what she just said.

"My, my, carrot top, I didn't know you had it in you to be lurking about in dark corners at night snogging some faceless bloke," he couldn't help but teased her. It was his only way from masking the sudden tensioning of his entire body.

Ginny looked annoyed at him for not taking her seriously.

"Do you want me to share this with you or not?" she threatened.

"By all means, share," he encouraged. Any smart-alecky remark from him must be suppressed.

"Thank you," she cleared her throat and continued on with what she was saying. "I only received his letters. I never had the chance to reply back to him—until last night when I received an owl from him inviting me to meet with him today," she paused and let her eyes wander across the room. She let out a hearty sigh before continuing, "His letters were romantic and mushy. According to Abby, who reads them—"

"Wilson reads your owls?" he cut-in.

"Yes, I let Abby read 'em since…well, since I can't really keep it to myself anymore after I received his first letter. Anyway, according to Abs, whomever my APC is—"

Again he cut her off by raising his hand, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. APC?" he echoed.

"Yeah," Ginny nodded. "It's our codename for him. It stands for Annoying Prince Charming since calling him my secret admirer is too clichéd."

"Oh, I see," he nodded, then after repeating what the acronym stands for he frowned and asked, "Annoying?"

"Yes, annoying."

"Why call your admirer annoying if you said it so yourself that you're both fascinated and close to becoming deliriously in love with him?"

"Because around the time Abs and I came up with a codename for him I was already getting annoyed because I have no idea who he was and yet I was eagerly awaiting his next letter—which freakily arrived that same night."

"Ah, I see," he nodded in understanding, although not quite, but he nodded still and with a flutter of his hand he gestured for her to continue.

"Are you sure you're not going to interrupt me anymore?"

"I can't promise you that, carrot top," he grinned. "You and Wilson have certain codes that I'm afraid I'm not familiar with, but I'll do my damnedest to understand as much of what you're saying," he winked.

"Don't worry, 'APC' is the only code you'll probably hear," she assured him.

"Is that right?"

"Malfoy…"

"Okay, okay. I'll quit stalling. Now, speak," he commanded.

"I am not a dog," she sniped at him looking very much offended.

"I don't know how else to word, Weasley. So, speak," he repeated again.

"Malfoy…"

"Alright, alright. Please continue. Is that okay?"

Ginny awarded him with a warm smile, "Thank you. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, so Abs already made that assumption about my APC, but I kept on doubting it. We even have a list of possible candidates," she paused and chuckled at something only she knew what was funny about.

Draco frowned, "What's so funny?"

Ginny met his gaze then, her smiling brown eyes locking with his gray gaze. Draco swore his heart did triple somersault inside and the butterflies in his stomach fluttered. Hell, he didn't even know he had butterflies in his stomach. Well, not when girls were concerned anyway. But he knew Ginny was different, right from the start he knew she was a far cry from all those other girls he had been with.

"You wouldn't believe the list I run and who I suspected was behind all those mushy love letters, but this last guess I'm quite certain was him alright," she sounded smug and so damn sure Draco felt scared for his well-being.

"And? Who were the candidates for your APC?"

Ginny chewed on her lower lip. She was contemplating on whether or not she should share those information with him. After all, she already shared with him vital information that she and Abigail kept under wrap from almost everybody. But oddly enough she found it easier to talk this situation with an outsider, and not just any outsider for that matter. She was having a decent (if you could call this conversation of theirs that) conversation with Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy!

Abigail wouldn't believe her if she told her best friend about this incident.

"Weasley, are you going to tell me or let me sit here until I start sprouting spurs?"

"I don't know if I should tell you who I considered before I came to a conclusion as to who he could possibly be."

He frowned. "And why would you be worrying about that now? Not like I'd give a damn about it. I'm just hear to lend you a pair of ears."

"Oh gee, thanks a lot, bleached boy. And here I thought you're interested in hearing about me and my so-called APC because you wanted to help me out."

Okay, now what he said just came out wrong. He meant to be aloof still, but his aloofness went too far. Too late to backtrack now, might as well continue on being aloof.

"Oh, you wanted my help? I didn't know you were looking for help, carrot top," he ridiculed.

"Argh! I shouldn't have talked to you about it. Damn you, Draco Malfoy!" she hissed and before Draco could stop her, she slid out of the booth, leaving her unfinished butterbeer, and stormed out of the pub.

Draco swore under his breath and waited two heartbeats before he followed the annoyed redhead. He saw her headed towards the direction of Shrieking Shack and decided to follow her. Hardly anybody went there so the chances of the two of them being seen together would be nil.

"Oi Weasley, wait up!" he called after her, part speed walking and part running just to catch up with her.

"Sod off, bleached boy. I'm pissed right off and my nerves a wreck, and you're not helping me ease the tension I'm feeling. Nope. No siree. Not even one tiny bit," she continued walking with her arms wrapped tightly over her chest.

"Look, I didn't mean to make fun of you in there. I didn't know how serious you were about the whole APC thing. I thought you were just making it all up."

"Whatever," she snapped then belatedly realized what was happening. Her steps faltered until she came to a half just outside the shack. She slowly turned and looked at the blond haired Slytherin that just followed her outside the pub. "What the hell are you doing?"

Draco looked momentarily confused. What does it look like he was doing here?

"Uh…talking to you?"

"Uh…why?" she mimicked.

"Because that was what we were doing before you impolitely walked out on me at the Three Broomsticks, that's why."

"Uh, Malfoy? In case you didn't get the hint, I don't want to talk to you. I never wanted to talk to you to begin with. You just managed to wrangle me into talking to you although I don't know how you did it, but you did. And besides, are you forgetting something?"

"What?" he looked utterly at a loss.

"You're Draco Malfoy and I'm Ginny Weasley," she stressed out their last names, hoping he'd get the hint. When he still looked lost, she rolled her eyes skyward and poked the side of his head with her index finger. "We hate each other, bleached boy! Did you all of a sudden forget about that?"

Yes! "No," he denied, grabbing her wrist and stopped her from drilling a hole on the side of his head. "But I was bored and you offered momentary entertainment, but then I was intrigued with what you were talking about. You can't possibly leave me hanging like that without telling me at least who you think is your damn APC!"

"And what do you care about that?" she challenged.

"I don't!" he argued.

"You don't?" Ginny looked incredulous, "Then why the hell are you pestering me about who my APC is?"

"I don't know!" he admitted, his voice rising with every word that came out of his mouth. "And don't ask me again. I just want to know."

"But you don't care?"

"Right."

"This is getting no where," she waved him off and continued walking towards the shack, stopping only when she reached the fence warning people away from it. To her utter dismay, Draco was still following her.

"Will you just leave me alone, Malfoy?" she hissed when he stopped right beside her.

"Why should I? You're upset. I don't want to feel responsible if ever you did something stupid such as kill yourself because you can't take the heat!"

"Heat to what?" she faced him fully now, her eyes wild from a mixture of annoyance at Draco's presence and anxiety because any minute now her APC would appear and she didn't want Malfoy to be around when she met her damn APC. "Just sod off, bleached boy. My APC's coming any minute now and I don't want any audience to see," she tried pushing him away, to get him to walk back towards where the rest of the crowd was at Hogsmeade, but Draco wouldn't budge. He remained planted where he stood, making Ginny's task of sending him off a tad bit harder than it was suppose to be. "Malfoy…"

"What? What's got your knickers in a knot, Weaslette? Nobody's going to see us here together, you know," he pointed out to her.

"Nothing," she lied. "Just go, alright?"

"No," he crossed his arms over his chest, making sure that Ginny wouldn't be able to push him away.

"I said move it, ferret boy!"

"No."

"Malfoy…" Ginny's temper was close to snapping. Why wouldn't this git go away? Her APC would make his appearance any minute now, and the last thing she wanted was for anybody to see her with him.

"Weasley, why are you so uptight? Who's this APC of yours anyway?" he looked a bit irritated at being shooed away.

"It's none of your business. And I don't know who my APC is. I said I just have an idea as to who he might be," she corrected.

"Well?" he raised an eyebrow. Apparently he won't move until she told him who she thought was her APC.

"Well what?"

"Well aren't you going to tell me who you think your APC is?"

"No," she answered firmly.

"C'mon carrot top. It's just me here," he cajoled.

"Yeah, it's just you here with me which is why I'm not going to say anything to you other than what I already mentioned."

"Look, tell me who you think he is then I'll be out of your way," he bargained, his gray eyes seeking her brown ones to let her know he was sincere.

Ginny knew she was fighting a losing battle. Either she tell Draco who she thinks was her APC or stand here probably all day trying to get rid of him. The answer was staring at her right in the face and she hated it.

"It's Blaise," she mumbled.

Draco blanched. "Pardon?" Zambini? She must be joking!

Ginny jutted her chin into the air; her brown eyes meeting and locking gazes with his startled gray ones.

"I said Blaise," she repeated.

"Zambini?" his ears weren't deceiving him. "Zambini's your APC?" he looked appalled.

"I didn't say it was Blaise. It's just my hunch. And besides…" her voice trailed off, obviously thinking about something she hadn't told him about (he was hoping against hope she wasn't thinking it was Zambini she was snogging with that night after they served their detention with Oliver!).

"Besides?" God, did he really want to hear what she was thinking about?

"Nothing," she shrugged. "Now go away."

"Weasley, I am not moving from where I'm standing until you tell me what makes you think it was Zambini who was behind those letters, huh?"

"Just because," she answered vaguely.

"Uh, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Weasley, but 'just because' doesn't count as an answer," he pointed out.

"Look, what's it to you whatever made me guess it was Blaise who was behind all those letters? So he's in the same house as yours. Big, bloody deal! At least he isn't a pretentious prick like some," she gave him a meaningful glare, "people I know who shan't be named."

"I am a pretentious prick?" he echoed. "I don't think so, Weasley."

"Whatever. I already told you who I think my APC is, so can you go now? Please?" she practically begged him to leave her alone. A quick glance at her watch told her it was already five minutes after three. Her APC would be lurking about somewhere now and he wasn't making an appearance while she was still with Malfoy.

Draco was still processing what Ginny just told him. Zambini? How in Merlin did she think Zambini wrote those letters?

Ginny was still waiting for him to budge, but he looked distracted and didn't seem like he was going to move at all.

"Malfoy, leave!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

"I will, but one more question then I'm gone."

Ginny expelled a frustrated sigh.

"Okay. What?"

"What made you think it was Zambini?"

"Because," she shrugged.

"Uh-uh. I told you, 'because' or 'just because' doesn't qualify as a valid answer," he reminded.

"Why do you want to know?" she frowned.

"I won't answer your question until you answered mine."

"I already did."

"Nope. You gave me a vague reply that doesn't count at all."

"Alright," she conceded, annoyed at being grilled like this. He was worse than Ron and Harry combined! "I don't know why you wanted to know but he just fits the bill. I mean he saved me from my near-death experience during our first match, he's nice to me, he thought about me when I missed lunch that one time, and…he just fits the bill of some lovesick Romeo. Oh, oh! One more thing, he was about to ask me something that one time but you butted in so he didn't get the chance to."

"And you thought it was Zambini because he was suddenly sweet on you?" he made it sound so damn ludicrous that annoyed Ginny.

"Why? What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," he shook his head. "Nothing at all."

"Good," she nodded.

"Okay, I guess I better get going now," he slowly backed away from her. "Have fun meeting with your APC. Wish I could say tell me about it, but I doubt we'll ever get the chance to talk to each other like today."

Ginny frowned. He was acting strange. Duh! Since when wasn't Draco Malfoy strange? a voice at the back of her head questioned. Good point. Nevertheless, she waved him off but with a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Somehow Draco leaving her alone to meet her APC didn't sound so damn appealing anymore. She'd rather butt-heads with Malfoy than play tonsil hockey (if ever they were going to play tonsil hockey again) with her mysterious APC.

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A/N: tun-dun-dun-dun…FINALLY! The long-awaited revelation. I know, I know, it's nothing too exciting since most of you already know who her APC is. But for those of you who thought it was Blaise…uhm…sorry to disappoint you. After all, this is Draco/Ginny fic so it's got to be Draco behind the mushy-sappy letters. *sheepish smile*

PhoenixRae THANK YOUs:

hasapi (nice to read your name in the reviewers lists. and sorry to confuse you about who the APC is), Crystal, Lia (hehehe, the last line in the previous chapter was all part of the master plan), fishy, Princess Amelia, kriss, Miss Marauder, Mi, Deedsla the Insane Monkey, Dragon Eyes, ChoChanger, Faxton, Cactuskitty, crystal magic, janhavi (thanks for the song advice. and i dunno if i'll finish this during that time, but we'll see how long i'll go with this one), MelissaAdams, Lady Phoenix Feather, Isis, moriana, Lady in white, monopolyQueen, ArrA, December's Girl (no need to tell you sooner 'coz it's already revealed here, hehehehe), meggist, crazyfriendsfan, AIrna, Lady Laughs-A-Lot, kat, purus.flere, Cassandra Sisenta or Krey-Zey, Crystal Lily, Spirit of the Autumn, Neni Potter, CakeTwins, ~~~~ [that's how you signed it so that's how i'm going to refer to you, hehehehe], spunkygabi, wowsergirl (oh yeah...gosh, i can't believe it. but i'm glad you liked both stories *smiles*)