"Aaaaaaargh!!!" Ginny screamed.

It was wonderful weather, so Ginny had thought that she would sneak out while Draco was still drooling into his pillow and find Harry. But when she arrived at his cabin she saw him and Blaise slumped together on Blaises bed, His head on her shoulder.

"Aaaaaaargh!!!" Ginny screamed again, this time louder, so that they would wake up and confront her.

They didn't.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!" She bellowed, and Harry's eyes slowly opened.

"Gmph." He said. His head was almost exploding with pain from the night before, when he had had a teensy bit much to drink...

"Hey Weasley, What do you want?" asked Blaise.

"What do I want? I'll tell you what I want! I want you to get your dirty little hands off my Harry!!!" She screeched.

"I'm yours?" asked Harry. "Cooool."

"Yeah, well not anymore!" she cried as she raced from the cabin.

"Don't get up," said Blaise sleepily and she pulled him closer towards her.

His head snapped up and he found himself looking at Blaise's face. But why was it so close to him? He sat up and when his head stopped spinning he found himself in the same bed as Blaise, The Slytherin slut.

Uh oh, he thought, What exactly happened last night...

But he couldn't remember, his head was still spinning and he had no recollection of the previous evening at all.

"Uh, Blaise...?"

""What now Potter, can't you see I'm sleeping?"

"Did we uh... you know, did we, uh... well, the thing is, um, yes well, hmm... Do you understand what I am getting at?"

"Not really Potter you are making about as much sense as a five year old delinquent. What are you trying to say?"

"Uh, you know, the thing with the you and the, uh, place... You're just trying to make this difficult for me aren't you?"

"Who me? Never." Smirked Blaise.

"Did we have sexual intercourse last night?" stammered Harry.

"Oh, you mean after the wine and the kissing and then the...." She trailed off, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"WHAT! We didn't did we? Oh no! Ron will kill me! Ginny will kill me! Malfoy will kill me! Fred will kill me! George will kill me! Voldemort will kill me (but probably because of unrelated reasons)! Molly will kill me! I'LL KILL MYSELF!!!!" shrieked Harry.

There was a pause.

"I'm so dead." Stated Harry before hitting his head repetitively on the wall.

"You know, I never actually said we did it. You Griffindors are so presumptuous and gullible. Like I would ever sleep with you. Get over yourself Potter. I'm going to go and get some breakfast." Then Blaise proceeded to get up and stalk out of the cabin.

Does that mean we didn't have sexual intercourse? Thought Harry.

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"...And that's when I left!" she wailed.

"Hey, Its okay. Look if we fell asleep like this and that jerk Potter came in he would get the wrong impression, right? Well maybe he was comforting her or she him." Said Malfoy kindly.

Yes kindly.

But Blaise is never comforting so that's probably not it. Hey, I thought she was over Potter anyway... mused Draco.

"You could be right but I am more upset over the fact that I'm not over him."

"We all are." He whispered.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing."

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"Ginny, I have loved you since the third year. I would never cheat on you. If we were together that is. Are we? Together that is. I mean no pressure but well, I love you. That's all that matters, right? You could learn to love me. I promise." said Harry.

"Nah," said Blaise "I didn't see Draco or Weasley at breakfast so I suggest you think of something better because that was way too desperate."

"Gee, thanks."

"Welcome."

"Grr."

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"Ginny?"

"Mmm?"

"Why don't you do that to your hair at school?"

"Because, I'm shy."

"Oh."

Awkward pause

"Draco?'

"Yes?'

"Why do you act sooo mean?"

"Because, I'm shy."

"Oh."

Awkward pause

"Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like Harry?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"But there is someone I like even more."

"Ginny?"

"Yes?'

"Who?"

She reached up and kissed him softly on the right side of his forehead.

"Guess."

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Harry turned the corner.

I will tell her.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

He saw Ginny.

Ginny whisper something in Draco's ear and then kiss him on the forehead.

He then saw Draco's mouth find hers in a heart-breaking kiss. (Heart breaking for Harry that is, Ginny and Draco were quite enjoying themselves.)

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Ginny and Draco sat on top of the boat. Together. It had been only a few hours since they had admitted their feelings and neither wanted to corrupt the silence that surrounded them. For the first while they had kissed, then they talked, but now they were just content to be in each other's company.

They sat in silence. Both thinking about the fun in Rumella they will have.

Both trying to ignore the fact that they will have to eventually return to Hogwarts and the reality that they will have to face. I mean, even thought they were trying hard to forget, they were from very different families that hated each other, and in all probability whatever they shared would go no further than Rumella.

The wind was blowing softly and Ginny's hair blew around her delicate features. Draco felt a certain pride to have his arms wrapped around her.

He felt her head fall softly onto his chest and he closed his eyes to smell her fiery hair.

Mmm. Cinnamon.

So that was how they spent the evening, and long into the night, safe and warm on the boat, satisfied.

(A/N: CORNY-NESS!!!)

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Harry,

What the hell? Please tell me that Ginny was delirious! She sent me a letter but... You and Blaise! Next you will be telling me that Ginny gets with Malfoy! Why didn't you tell me? What about Ginny? Or I suppose "I can't stop thinking about her" doesn't say much anymore. Gee, Harry while you were 'with' Blaise were you thinking about her? Will you tell her that? When you first told me that you had feelings for Ginny I was okay with it, because I thought that you of all people would never hurt her. But I guess I was wrong.

Remember all those times we said Blaise was a whore? And so was whoever slept with her (cough, Malfoy, cough) ? That or desperate. Well Harry what does that make you? The boy who 'did' a whore? Oh, and Hermione doesn't send any love.

Ron.

Harry felt a tear slip down his cheek as he wrote the reply. The tear was not out of shame but of the thought that after all this time Ron did not know him better than this. Did he really think that Harry would sleep with Blaise? (Harry conveniently forgot the he himself had thought he had slept with Blaise...)

Ron,

I love Ginny. I never slept with Blaise. I think. Love to Hermione (even if she doesn't return it). Sorry the letters short but I owe Ginny an explanation. I'm telling her everything.

Harry, The boy who was sorry.

P.S.

Ginny's with Malfoy.

Harry was nearly blinded by tears as he let Errol go with the letter attached to his leg.

He wiped his eyes.

Now is the time.

Dun, dun, dunnnnnn.

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