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Bigreader: No worries mate! This will be a romance. Read carefully through the chapters, and some times, who evers point of view it is being written from, they will some times make a mistake in describing the other. Like in "Off to Kings Cross we Zoom" Draco sais,

"I could hear Ginevra's delightuful...er...delighted laugh-"ect. ect. So, it will soon morph into a romance. So, do not be disappointed. Oh ya, and he CAN kiss an angel.

urlildevil105: Well, I do have an excuse for the short chappies. My wrist is broken and so it is very hard for me to type that much. But I will try and make this chapter longer. Ok?

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: NightsKiss: I love Sirius, I just HAD to put him in! Only cuz he is special!!! Well, this chapter is going to be from both Malfoy's and Ginny's POV, ok??? Well, read on!

DarkFlame630: Don't worry, I have every intention in finishing this story. No worries! It is a very fun story to write! But I don't know exactly what is going to happen yet. Just hang on and enjoy the ride!!!

purus.flere: The short chapter thing is cuz I have a broken wrist, but no worries! I will try and make this chappie longer!!!

kitkat159: He will go mushy soon, but no like squished peach mushy, I hate squished peach mushy personalitys. He will not be like, "Oh, I love you so much Ginny! You make the sun shine brighter and the stars sing!!!!" So don't worry, he will still be a prat, just a more sarcastic joking prat, and less actual prat. Does that make sense?

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[A/N] WOW! Lots of reviews! I feel so speacial! Also, I do have a question. For the end of my story, (Don't worry, it will be a while before that comes.) Do you want Ginny to come back alive? Or do you want Draco to die? I can do it either way...also, there may be some romance in this chapter, and I am in a very romantic mood...

Chapter six: The Skin of an Angel

Ginny's POV

It was so nice to be hugged again, 'hugged by an angel' has a nice ring to it...much better than kissed by an angel...for some reason, that line makes me think of Malfoy...oh well, anyways, back to the story.

"Sirius! What are you doing here?" I asked, refusing to let go of him. He squeezed me tighter and said

"I have a message for Dumbledor. He can't see me yet; I was planning on telling him in his office so he wouldn't look too nuts talking to the air...what about you? I see you are a Guardian angel, are you guarding Harry?" He asked hopefully. I shook my head sadly, turned around and pointed at Malfoy, who was watching us with narrowed eyes. What was his problem?

"I am guarding him..." I said disgustedly as the great hall erupted in applause because their plates had just magically filled up with food. I couldn't help notice that Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't even bat an eye. They just sat there...

"You know, that's funny, my message to Dumbledor is about the little Malfoy...I am not supposed to tell any one but Dumbledor, but I guess because you are guarding him, you should hear it too.

'Eyes of silver in a home of ice;

This child of evil may need you to look twice;

His mind is confused, his heart is lost;

He has been corrupted by Slytherin frost;

His father of darkness will want him dead;

But is he dies, tears of ice your world shall shed.'

"Pretty deep huh?" Sirius asked in a bland voice, still looking at Harry, who continued to stare blankly at his plate.

"Tears of ice our world shall shed? Does that mean were all doomed if ferret child dies?"

Sirius scratched his chin unconcernedly and shrugged.

"Yeah...I guess..." But the whole school got up to leave, and soon, when the great hall was empty, Dumbledor left through the door behind the teacher's table. Sirius bent down and kissed me quickly on top of my head.

"See you Ginny..." And he was gone. I, feeling abandoned and lonely, went off to find Malfoy, probably in his new head boy room. My heart heavy for some reason. I could not get the image of Ron's thin face away from my mind...

Malfoy's POV

I waited for her to come back in my new room. It was nice to have some privacy, but also very lonely. I was starting to think of going to get some desperate wrench to shag so I would not be so lonely when Ginevra floated in. She collapsed in the big armchair by the fire, her back to me.

"So, what did dog man have to say?" I asked, expecting a biting reply, but all I got was,

"Shut up Malfoy..."

"My name is Draco...Ginevra...If I have to call you by your first name, you have to call me by mine. Suddenly Ginevra was standing in front of me. Her eyes were blazing in anger, and the floor began to shake.

"You want to enforce that?" She whispered. "I am an Angel, I could kill you right now if I wanted." She spat at me. I just sneered at her, seeing the perfect opportunity to use her own words against her.

"Does the term, 'Guardian Angel' mean any thing to you?" I smirked at her. Rather proud of myself. But my pride quickly vanished as her wings burst into flames and the whole room heated up alarmingly fast. I jumped back onto the bed and almost screamed...almost. But suddenly the fire was gone and the room went back to its cool temperature. She collapsed onto her knees and I knew she was trying not to cry. I chose to say nothing. The fact that she was about to cry infuriated me enough, but I did not want to piss her off and set her wings aflame again.

"They are all so sad...they are all crying...for me...and I feel horrible...I want them to stop...Ron looks as though he is going to die of starvation, Harry doesn't blink, and Hermione and Hagrid are human hose pipes...all because of me...little dead me..." She whispered to the floor. I didn't know what she expected me to do.

"Uhh...look, Ginevra...if-if it makes you uhh...feel better, at least they are sad for you...if I died, no one would cry for me..." I said, wincing at the truth in my own words. I was right. No one would cry for me...what a lovely thought. Suddenly she looked up. Her eyes a little puffy, but there were no tearstains on her face.

"No, the whole world would cry for you...'tears of ice your world shall shed...' Malfoy, you are almost as important as Potter to the world right now, you can't die Malfoy. You just can't..." She said, standing up and coming to the foot of the bed.

"I told you. My name is Draco." I whispered back, I was actually lost in her eyes...tell any one, and I'll kill you, you know how sappy that is? Being lost in some woman's eyes? Ugh...

"Draco..." She said faintly.

"Come here." I said to her. She looked hesitant, I didn't even know what was happening...all I wanted to do was see what it was like to touch an angel...she must be awfully warm...I thought, to give off that much light.

"Don't worry...I'm not going to hurt you..." I said quietly. She looked back at the door and then seemed to make up her mind. She climbed onto the bed slowly and slid closer to me. I was so lost, my stomach was fluttering and all I wanted to do was touch her skin. A faint alarm was going off in my mind. Screaming "Weasley! Weasley!" But I ignored it. My mind was telling me I was nuts, but my body wouldn't listen. My arm moved to her cheek on its own accord, and hovered just above her skin, her eyes were so big and soft, her skin so smooth a bright...I just wanted to...my hand gently came down to her cheek, her skin warm as I thought it must be. She closed her eyes and gently pushed her head against my hand, her hair falling away from its hold in a ponytail, warm wisps of it falling around her face, caressing my hand, I pulled my hand slowly towards me, and she came with it. I felt my breathing speed up as my heart hammered against my chest...the passion I held deep inside me was coming out...father would not be happy...

But for once, I did not care what father would think...I just wanted to be...to be...

I lay back against the soft cushions, and she came on top of me. Her eyes still closed, and her breath hot on my face. Her lashes were so thick...I tried to remember why she was in my room...but I couldn't...I tried to remember why I wasn't supposed to be near her...but I was lost...I ran my hand down her face, neck and hen down her side, resting on her waist. I put my other arm behind her back, on her shoulder blades, Gently putting her onto the bed, so we had switched positions, my head lowered to hers. She smelt so pure, like vanilla and roses...her lips were red as strawberries...I wondered faintly if they tasted like strawberries...I decided I would like very much to find out...I kissed her so gently that I was afraid she wouldn't feel it...but I didn't want her to break...no, if she broke...I would die...but she did feel it, and kissed back. I tried to remember why I was surprised that she was not angry with me...but my mind was numb. I kissed her again, and again, her lips soft and warm, her halo was blazing, I didn't know why she had a halo any more, nor did I care. My tongue begged her for entrance and she opened her mouth with a gasp. My tongue explored her mouth, I could feel her heart pounding under me, I didn't want her to be afraid, so I let my tongue massage hers, in long, slow, soothing movements, she gasped again and pushed up against me...I was so excited, but so calm at the same time...I just wanted to be with her forever...I couldn't remember her name...but I knew it was a pretty name. My hands slid carefully up the back of her shirt, feeling warm suddenly as it absorbed her body heat...I tried to understand why it was weird that she would have body heat...what was it about her...I couldn't remember, but I didn't care...all I knew was she was incredibly warm...warm...warm...suddenly, her eyes flew opened, and something clicked in my mind. This was a WEASLEY, and a DEAD Weasley at that. Alarms blew up in my head as she pushed my away, fear and confusion written on every line of her face. I looked down at my hands. The were glowing faintly, and then fall back to their cold normal skin colour.

"Draco...I'm sorry...I..." She stammered and then gave up. She suddenly wasn't there any more. I was again all alone...I let out a sort of frustrated yell and threw the vase beside my bed against the wall. It shattered and I was very satisfied. I ran my hands through my hair, still breathing hard...what was happening to me?

[A/N] Okay, I don't know if I like having this much romance this early on in my story. Tell me what you think. I think I sped things along a little too quickly. I may actually rewrite this chapter if I get enough negative reviews.