A/n: well….I don't know how this chapter will come out…but I'll try to make it interesting and I hope you all enjoy it.  I wont bore you with my ramblings, so on with the fic!

*******Ginny's POV*******

            It's finally the weekend!  I don't have to put up with teachers for two days…well, unless I get in trouble…but I plan to stay hidden for the majority of this weekend.  I'll avoid Ron, Harry, Herm and Dra- uh…Malfoy.  Jeez!  When did I start calling him anything but Malfoy?  I think I need to get some sleep, even my mind isn't working right now…I thought, irritated.

            Heading up to my room, I ran into Hermione, literally.  She stepped right into my path, like she planned it or something!

            "Ginny, we need to talk." She said, then took my arm and led me to her private dorm.  Being Head Girl gave her a room all to herself. 

            "Herm, I'm really tired….can this wait until tomorrow?  Or at least until I've slept for a few hours?  It's been a hard week, what with tests and that accident in potions…" I said, hoping she'd just let me go.

            "No, Ginny, it can't wait.  You've been acting strange lately, like you don't care what your brother thinks.  Or what Harry or I think.  You've been wandering in a daze.  Please, Ginny, if there's something bothering you, I think you should talk to someone.  You need to get things off your chest sometimes." She said.

            "Herm, I'm sorry, but right now, I just need to figure things out on my own.  Thanks for offering support, but I think I can handle my problems.  And don't tell Ron I said this, he'll get really protective again."

            "Ok, Gin….but if you need to talk to someone, I'll listen.  And I promise not to tell Ron, he needs to let you grow up anyways."  She said, giving me a smile.

            "Thanks Hermione.  I'll be sure to come to you if I have any problems I need help with." I said, giving her a semi-fake, semi-real smile.  "but if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep now…it's been a long week."

            "Ok, Gin.  Please don't push yourself too hard.  You know that it worries us all."  She said, giving me a smile and then letting me leave.

            Wow…that was weird.  But at least it wasn't Ron…He'd have gone ballistic to think that I was growing up.  It's like he doesn't think I'm getting close to being an adult at seventeen!  It's not like he's much older…only a year.  I guess he just needs to realize that if he's old enough at seventeen to start dating and growing up, that I am too…I should really have a talk with him.

            But, talking to him will have to wait until tomorrow.  I need to get some sleep.  At least I wont have to worry about getting up in time for classes.  And my detention isn't until the evening…so, I wont have to worry about being awake for that either.  I wonder what Snape will make me do…I swear he hates me…

*******Draco's POV*******

            Well, I have to say, I was surprised when Snape told me that he needed me to watch a student with detention tomorrow…I guess it shows how much he trusts me.  I wonder who it is though.  Probably some little first or second year who blew up their potion.  He did say it was someone younger than me….but he never said how much younger…Oh well, I guess I'll see…

            "Mr. Malfoy, you need to make sure she doesn't do anything other than clean the desks and floor until they shine.  I don't want her touching anything else."  Snape said, looking serious.

            "Yes sir." I said, then realized he'd said 'she' and 'her.'  "Sir, what's her name.  And what year is she in?"

            "It's Virginia Weasley.  She's a sixth year.  And she was daydreaming to the point that she blew up her potion.  Though it did surprise me, she's not normally a bad student." He said, looking a little lost in thought for a moment. 

            "Sir, I don't think I'm qualified to watch a student only a year younger than me." I said, trying hard to shake the feeling that I always get when I think of her.

            "Nonsense.  She's very easy to deal with if you just tell her that I've given you the power to give her another detention if she isn't behaving.  I'll be sure to make sure she knows that as well.  But I have to get to this meeting tonight, Draco." He said, sighing.  "I have to get the information for Dumbledore."

            "I understand, Sir.  I wont let you down.  And I wish you luck on your mission tonight.  Please be careful, Prof. Snape.  I don't know how much longer I can keep my father from realizing that you're not loyal to Voldemort."  I said, knowing that there was a chance Prof. Snape would be caught soon.

            "Thank you, Draco.  I hope that you will never have to go through what I am.  I know that your father will be trying have you on his side soon.  Probably this winter break.  Try to stay here if you can."  He said.

            "I will try, Sir.  I hope that my father will allow me to stay." I said.

            "Miss. Weasley will be here soon.  Her detention is in five minutes."  He said, looking at the door as though willing her into the room.  Only a second later, as though by his gaze, she ran through the door, breathing a bit heavily from running for a while.

            "You're late, Miss. Weasley!  That'll be ten points from Griffindor!"  Prof. Snape said, glaring at the girl.  Though, if you knew him, it's fairly obvious he doesn't dislike her and it's just to keep up appearances.  I doubt she'd believe that from the way she looks though.  If looks could kill, Prof. Snape would be writhing on the ground, and near death by now.

            "Miss. Weasley, some important business is keeping me from staying tonight, so my best student is going to be supervising you.  Mr. Malfoy, I expect these floors and desks to be shining when she is done.  If she protests, I'm giving you the authority to give her another detention." Prof. Snape said, giving her a sneer.

            "Yes, sir.  I'm sure we'll get along just fine." I said, giving her a practiced, smug look.

*******Ginny's POV*******

            I can't believe it!  I'm stuck in detention with Malfoy, of all people!!  I know Hermione is the best student.  She knows more about every subject than anyone!  And he picks Malfoy.  Evil jerk.

            And I wouldn't have been late if it wasn't for Ron blowing his top.  He could have waited until another day at least.  But he just had to get upset today.  I didn't think he'd be upset for three hours though!  Talk about over exaggerating.

            "Get to work, Weaslette.  I don't want to be stuck here all night.  And you can't use your wand."  Malfoy said, his annoying sneer on his face.

            "Oh, get off your high horse and come back to earth.  You know that you don't really have the authority to give me another detention." I said, making a face.

            "Have you forgotten that I've been made Head Boy, Weaslette?  That gives me the authority to do whatever I want." He said, glaring.  "Now get to work!"

            "I am working, if you hadn't noticed.  What did you think I was doing with a wet rag on a desk?"  I growled back, getting annoyed.

            He just ignored me for the majority of the rest of the detention, much to my relief.  He sat in a chair at the back of the room, reading some magazine.  Probably something about Quidditch or something like that. 

            "I'm done.  And I'm leaving." I said, finally having the floor and desks shine and sparkle with cleanliness.

            "You missed a spot, Weaslette."  Malfoy said, pointing at a small spot on the floor.  "You're not finished yet."

            I went and cleaned that spot, then sent a glare his way.

            "There, are you happy now?"  I growled, sending him what I hoped was a death glare.

            "You could never make me happy, Weaslette.  But you could try." He said, looking smug.

            "Just what are you implying, Malfoy?" I asked, not liking the look he had.  It was smug, but had something else in it at the same time.

*******Draco's POV*******

            I couldn't help but think her expression was cute…Whoa! Did I just call a Weasley cute?  Well, I guess it's true….she's so innocent.  She reminds me of that little girl…the one I'll probably never see again…I don't know why she does…maybe it's the light she seems to give off that makes me think that….

            "What do you think I'm implying?" I asked, smirking at her and looking her over.

            "I don't know, Malfoy.  But whatever you're thinking, you should just forget it.  I wouldn't try to do anything for you!" she growled, trying hard to muster up some kind of evil look I suppose…

            "If that look is supposed to scare me, you're doing a bad job.  You couldn't scare a mouse away with that look."  I said, looking down on her.  Her squirming under my gaze is pretty amusing, but she doesn't seem to want to back down yet.  Weasley's sure have a stubbornness…

            "Who said I was trying to scare you?  I wouldn't bother.  You're just a sick, emotionless bastard who isn't worth my time." She said, still glaring.

            "oh?  Is that what you think?" I asked softly, enjoying the slight confusion that crossed over her face.

            "It's true!  You're just like your father.  And you're just going to be another worthless Death eater!"  she said, not seeming to notice the pain it caused to hear such biting words.

            "I will never be like my father!  I will never be him!  Don't put me in that classification, Weasley!"  I growled at her, glaring down and seeing her tremble.

            "I-I'm sor-" she started, but I cut her off on impulse, gently pressing my lips to hers…

A/n:  Hi!!  Sorry to cut it off here, but this seems like a good spot to end.  Hope you liked this chapter!!  The ending was fun to write…but I think I could have done better earlier.  Oh well.  I hope you liked. R&R!!  thankies!