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 Notes: OK, here's me again updating this fic. I think I'm on a roll here. *lol* And as long as I am inspired to continue writing this fic, I might as well just keep on doing it before that dreaded writer's block invades my mind once more. Writer's block's a bitch, I tell ya. Anyway, as always read, review & enjoy!

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XIX. I Told You He's Serious!

The next couple of days proved to be something that tested Abby's strength and patience. After Hermione busted her and Blaise snogging inside the library, everywhere she went, everywhere she turned, whenever she passed by a fellow student down the hall they'd always be giving her a curious look. At first Abby learned to shrug it off, but after two days straight of being watched and talked about, she has had it.

"God, will these people ever stop staring at me like I've suddenly grown two heads?" complained Abby as soon as they went through the portrait hole into their dormitory. "I mean, honestly, it's not like none of them ever kissed anybody before!"

"Well, it's not everyday that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin get cozy with each other," Ginny pointed out, falling into step beside her best friend. They headed to the staircase leading to the girls' dorm room.

"Even so! And it was just a stupid kiss. It didn't mean anything at all," she denied.

Ginny cocked an eyebrow and eyed her friend carefully, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Abby insisted irately, "Why wouldn't I be sure? Hello? It's Zabini we're talking about here. Sure he's a knockout for Tom Welling, and I have a huge-arse crush on that hunk of a man, but that's besides the point. The point is, Blaise Zabini won't have another chance at laying those soft-a-licious lips of his against mine!"

"Sure, whatever you say, Abs, whatever you say," Ginny hid her grin from her obviously frazzled best friend and climbed the rest of the stairs shaking her head at Abby who was in complete denial about her attraction to Blaise. Ginny wasn't blind. She saw the attraction between Abby and Blaise. She just didn't say anything because she knew her best friend had a huge crush on Harry, but somehow Ginny had a feeling Abby's crush on Harry's already gone.

Ginny opened their dorm room door and sucked in an audible breath at the sight that greeted her. Abby stood rooted behind her best friend as she peered over Ginny's shoulder, her eyes nearly bulging out from their sockets at the sight before them. Two out of the other three of their roommates were each staring dumbfounded from their beds at Ginny's side of the room.

"Holy son of Merlin! What the heck is this?" Abby whispered as she looked at the dozen or so flowers scattered around Ginny's bed.

"I don't know," Ginny was shaking her head, her eyes glued on her side of the room as well. "Abs, got any ideas?"

"Why don't you go up to your bed and find out," Abby pushed her friend inside their dorm room and closed the door after her.

"I don't think going near my bed will help, Abs."

"Of course it will. There's a note on your pillow with a single stem red rose on it. I can give you three guesses as to whom they're from. D, M, and S."

"S?" Ginny frowned and looked over her shoulder at her friend.

Abby shrugged. "Sorry, I dunno his middle name--if he has a middle name. I just threw in that last letter 'coz remember I said I'll give you three guesses?"

Ginny rolled her eyes skyward and shook her head. Leave it to Abby to be funny. Nevertheless she marched towards her bed with her chin held high. She knew at the back of her head who sent her these flowers, but a part of her was insisting he couldn't have possibly accomplished showering her bedside with flowers. She stopped right beside her bed, her eyes fell on her pillow where a the single stem rose rested, a rolled-up parchment attached to it tied with a green ribbon.

"C'mon Gin, open it," urged Abby.

"Yeah, Ginny. Open it and let's see who sent you these lovely flowers," cooed Bianca Stephens who occupied the bed across from Ginny's.

"When B and I got here and saw those flowers arranged nicely around your bed, I swear we were both jealous! I mean, it's still a long ways away from Valentines day and already somebody's showering you with flowers. How romantic!" Giggled Helen Roscoe who occupied the bed to Abby's left.

"Oh what the hell," Ginny muttered and picked up the rose and carefully untied the parchment attached to it. She took a nice, long whiff of the rose's scent before gingerly placing it back on her pillow. Pushing some of the scattered rose petals on top of her comforter, she sat down and unrolled the parchment.

My Dearest Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor House,

I hope you liked the flowers. I ordered them especially for you. I even asked for help from someone I didn't expect to be in alliance with, but I knew if I had to win your trust and your affection I must do what I wouldn't normally do. With the help of that accomplice of mine, I managed to buy you these flowers whose meanings I am more than willing to share with you. Each flower stands for something. I wanted to give you a bouquet, but at the last minute I decided to just shower you with each and every flower just to prove to you that I am sincere. I was told that you are aware of each and every flower's meaning. Enjoy your flowers.

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
I'll tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet
As I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be...

Love always,
Draco Malfoy of Slytherin House

Ginny put down the parchment and looked around her bed, her eyes resting on the arrangement of daisies (innocence, loyal love), calla lilies (beauty), orange blossoms (eternal love), and red roses (love). How in the world did he manage to get all these into her room? She did a quick survey of her side of the room then her gaze slowly met Abby's.

"Gin, I honestly think he is serious about you."

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A/N: Ain't Draco just a tad bit too mushy? *lol* But he wants to win Ginny's affection so he's turning into a big hulk of...well, mush? *lol*

A/N2: Draco's borrowed "poem" is Dido's White Flag

PhoenixRae's THANK YOUs: Again I would like to thank all of you wonderful people. There's just too many of you to mention, but you all know who you are.