A/N:  Fixed.  R&R, no flames, as usual, it won't do anything. 

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Chapter 3

Draco didn't know what to do. He couldn't decide whether he should go to Pansy for comfort, Snape for help, or Dumbledore for an excuse to get out of his afternoon classes. In the end, twenty minutes after class started, he walked down to the dungeons and to Snape's classroom. He didn't realize that it was the 6th years double potions class. Standing in the doorway, he listened to Weaslette answer every question Snape asked. She was like another version of Hermione Granger, except she wasn't volunteering the information. After a minute or two, Snape finally noticed Draco watching the red headed girl.

"Mr. Malfoy? Is there something you need?" Snape asked, a little irritated at the ridiculous amount of interruptions his classroom had received today.

"Yes, actually, I need to talk to you, Professor. It's really quite important." Draco stood still in the doorway.

"Out in the hall?" The teacher asked. Draco nodded. Snape looked a little disturbed as he walked to the door. If Draco wanted to keep this silent, it must be something big. He shut the door, then asked, "What is it, Draco?" The young man handed him the parchment, allowing Snape to read it for himself. Draco kneeled against the hard concrete wall, putting his head in his hands and trying to understand what was happening. Snape looked at him when he finished reading. "Does anyone else know?" Draco looked up and nodded. "Who?"

"The littlest Weasley. She says that she found it in the owlery this morning. She read it to see whose it was," Draco replied.

"Ok. Wait here. I'll be back in a moment." Snape walked back in the room. Standing at the door, he said, "An emergency has been brought to me. Class is dismissed. Ms. Weasley, I'd like to see you in the hallway immediately. Anyone still here in twenty seconds will be given a week's worth of detention and have ten points taken off their house!" He returned to Draco's side in the hallway. Draco was now standing. The students quickly filtered out of the room, Ginny being one of the last. She was pretty sure she knew why she had been asked to stay, and was hoping to put off the tension of it for as long as possible.

"Professor Snape, as I've already told Draco, I'll happily forget everything I read," Ginny started rambling immediately. Snape held a hand, silencing her.

"We'll be on our way to the Headmaster's office now. We'll discuss this when we are safely in his presence." Snape began walking, leading Draco and Ginny along. After a few minutes of walking, the pale teacher stopped in front of two huge gargoyle statues.

"Password?" the statues asked in synch.

"Crackers," Snape said, diffiantly. Ginny giggled a bit, and Snape turned to glare at her. She smiled sweetly at him, as smiling sweetly was what she did best.

Snape turned back to the huge doors that had just swung open. He walked quickly up the spiral stairs, Ginny directly behind, and Draco bringing up the rear. Sure, his mind was mostly focused on his major life change at the moment, but that didn't mean his male brain wasn't going crazy at something as scrumptious as Weasley's bum being so close to his eye level. At the top of the stairs, Professor Snape stopped.

"Hello, Professor Snape, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Weasley. What do I owe this visit to?" Dumbledore asked from his desk. "Well, don't just stand there. Come have a seat and tell me what's happened."

They all walked into the large office, taking three large comfortable armchairs that sat in front of Dumbledore's desk. "Draco, would you like to tell him, or should I?" Snape asked.

"I would rather you did," Draco said icily. He turned his head to the side, so as to not have to look anyone in the eye. He was always taught not to show his feelings, and that included his pain.

"Well, Professor, it seems that Lucius has found that he is not Draco's father. Narcissa has finally told him that she was not faithful to him." Snape said plainly.

Draco's head shot around to stare at Snape. "You knew?" he hissed.

"Yes, I've always knew, Draco, especially since I'm the one that..."

"Professor Snape!" Dumbledore yelled. "This is neither the time or the place for that!" Ginny's smile had long since faded as she sat there, unsure of what to do, or whether she should even be there.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." Snape turned away.

"Well, what is Ms. Weasley doing here?" Dumbledore asked.

"I figured that since she found out, through sly and sneaky ways, that she should be here, also," Snape replied. His face had gone rigid, icy like Draco's.

"Well, I don't know what you are expecting me to do." Dumbledore walked to one of his many bookshelves. "I don't know what Draco is willing to do about this."

"What can I do?" Draco snapped. "I'm no longer a Malfoy, I don't even know if I'm pureblooded."

"Oh, you're pureblooded, that's for sure. You wouldn't be in Slytherin if you weren't." Snape explained. Dumbledore gave him an exasperated look, as he skimmed the books.

"Well, that's nice to know," Draco said, a little bit of sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Can you get hold of my mother? I'd like to talk to her. Now."

"We'll see what we can do." Dumbledore found the book he was searching for and handed it to Draco. "I would like you and Ginny to go back to your room. Yes, Ginny, back to Draco's room. I don't wish Draco to be alone." Ginny's mouth was now gaping open.

"What am I supposed to do in Draco's room?" Ginny cried. "And how am I going to tell my brother this?"

"Please, Ms. Weasley, everything will be just fine. We'll have the house elves bring food up, so you won't have to show up in the Great Hall together. I'll send your work from the classes you missed, and I know what a fan you are of Stephen King. I'll send a book or two of his up." Dumbledore winked at her.

"Okay." She was still pouting, but if she was getting a new King book, she was okay. Her parents didn't allow her to buy them, so she had to get them any secretive and sly way possible.

"Now, I'll try to get hold of your mother, Draco. You two are dismissed," he gestured toward Draco and Ginny, "but I need to talk to you Severus."

The two teenagers stood, still not understanding why they were brought to the headmaster, and walked back down the spiraling stairs. Once back in the hallway, Draco looked at Ginny. "You don't have to go back with me. You don't want to, and I don't want you to, so why go?"

"Because Dumbledore asked me to." Ginny started walking. "But I'd like to go back to my room first to get a few things, if you don't mind."

"I don't want you to go back with me!" Draco tried again.

"I was told to, so I am. Don't try to convince me otherwise, you'll just be wasting your time!" Ginny snapped back. "I'm a redhead. You must realize I'm stubborn and a bit hotheaded."

"Really? Never would've noticed if you hadn't have mentioned it." He followed her to the Gryffindor dorms. "I'll just wait out here."

She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed his arm. "Don't be such a baby. I was told not to leave you alone, and if I leave you out here, you'll run back to your room without me. Babydoll." The portrait swung open.

"Huh? Did you just call me babydoll?" Draco asked, not sure if he wanted that to be a yes. His mother had always called him that, it was a comfort word after the Death Eater meetings he was forced to sit in on.

"No, you git. It's the password." She walked in, dragging him along. She led the way up the stairs. Surprisingly, it didn't turn into a slide this time. When they were inside her room, she told him to have a seat on her bed. "I'll be done in just a moment. I'm just getting some things in case I might be told to stay the night." She got her restroom essentials, an extra blanket, a change of clothes, some pajamas, her favorite pillow, the teddy bear Colin gave her in her second year, and a few other things that were a necessity, at least to her. She noticed while she was doing all of this that Draco had made himself very comfortable on her bed. As she shrunk everything and put it all in her backpack, she heard his faint breath. He was asleep. She laid down next to him, throwing a blanket over them, and mussing his hair up a little. She giggled before starting her little joke.

"Draco. Hey, wake up, sleepy head," she whispered in his ear. "Drakey, hey, wake up." She nibbled his ear a little. Draco finally awoke with the last part, and looked terrified.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"What? You don't remember? Oh, Draco, it was wonderful!" Ginny was going to take her joke as far as she could. She giggled a little.

"No, I don't remember! The last thing I remember is you dragging me up here to get your stuff and you....did you drug me? Charm me? Something?" he accused her, squeaking just a little at that last part. How could he have ended up in a Weasley's bed on his own accord? If anything, they'd be in his, not hers, with the stuffed animals and pretty purple sheets!

"Oh, Draco, I'm so disappointed in you! You don't remember anything?" she asked, then giggled again. He shook his head, still weary of what he had done. "Well, that's good, because nothing happened!" She laughed at his look of anger.

"You little vixen!" Draco cried out. "You little Slytherin wannabe!" He pushed her off the bed, now noticing that they were both fully clothed.

"I'm not a wannabe," she replied from the floor. "Well, we'd really better be going. We're supposed to be in your room." She stood up. Her shirt was riding quite high at that point. "Do you mind if I change? Honestly, I just want to put on something comfortable and rest. It's been such a long day. But what a day to go Slytherin colors, huh?" Ginny grabbed a silver spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of green shorts.

"No, I don't mind," he said. Suddenly the innocent little girl began unbuttoning her shirt. He panicked. "Wait, you mean, right here?"

"Yes, I mean right here. Where else? The boys dormitories?" She laughed at that. "If you don't want to see, turn away." She pulled off the white shirt, then unsnapped her bra and pulled that off, also. She pulled the small spaghetti strap over her head. Draco's mouth was wide open. "If that was something big, you'll really like it when I change into my shorts." His mouth suddenly snapped shut.

"I..uh..Weasley? What would your brother say?" Draco couldn't tear his eyes away, as the littlest Weasley had a wonderful body.

"He would say something that I wouldn't repeat. And he'd say it in a very loud tone. And probably with his fist in your face. But hey, that wouldn't hurt me any." Ginny started to unzip the back of her skirt, only to find that the zipper was stuck. She jerked at it for a few seconds.

Draco watched, smirking. "Having problems, Weaslette?"

"Draco?" she asked, her voice softening quite a bit. He looked at her suspiciously. "Help me with my zipper, please?" She walked over to where he was still laying on her bed.

"Weasley, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why, Draco? Can't resist me or something? The Slytherin Ice King can't resist me, the little redhead Gryffy?" Ginny teased. "Please, Draco? The sooner you unzip my skirt, the sooner I can get redressed." She gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"You should know that half the male Hogwarts' population, with the exception of Blaise and his 'special friends' don't think of you as the little redheaded Gryffy. They think of you as the ultimate dream. And don't look at me like that. It won't work!" Draco had always been a sucker for the puppy dog eyes, no matter how hard and unfeeling he was.

"Just unzip my skirt, and I'll stop," she replied. He finally gave in, and reached for the little zipper. He tried to focus his attention on just the zipper, but he really wanted to focus on what was under the thin fabric. There was a thread stuck, though, and Draco had to gently pull it out. He slowly pulled the zipper down, still trying not to focus on the creamy skin underneath. Unfortunately, he had to give in when he saw a silver thong peeking out a little.

"Oh my God, Weasley. You do know how to kill a guy, don't you?" Draco had yet to let go of the zipper.

"And I enjoy it very much." She turned her head a little to give him an innocent smile. She slipped her skirt off directly in front of him before redressing into the shorts.

"You're doing this on purpose," Draco stated, not taking his eyes off what was directly in front of him, and trying not to loose control of his hands (among other things).

"I know." She had a seat next to him. "Now just imagine if we actually liked each other," she whispered in his ear. She giggled when he gave her a look that said he was shocked.

"Is that why Camera Boy is always with you?" Draco asked.

"I just stripped in front of you and you're asking about Colin? And, no, Colin's not like that." Ginny grabbed her robe and her backpack. "Now, we really should be on our way to your dorm." She pulled him up. "I had to drag you up here, and now I'll have to drag you right back down. Now that is unusual!"

"What's unusual is you, little Weasley. You're such a tease. But you honestly don't care what people think. I mean, what will everyone say when they find out that you're in my room?"

"Well, my brother is going to kill you. My friends will think whatever I tell them, and everyone else will probably think we're having sex." They had stepped out of the common room and were making their way to the dungeons.

"And that honestly doesn't bother you at all?"

"No," was her simple reply.

"Why not? What about your reputation? You're known for being a tease, and you've worked so hard on that. So, why ruin that with spending time with me?" Draco asked. Everyone knew he was the king of seducing the Hogwarts females.

"Yea, but you're so fun to tease. I really don't need anyone else. You're a hobby all in yourself." Ginny skipped ahead of him a little. She stopped in front of the portrait that was the entrance to the Slytherin dorms. "What's the password? Oh, no, let me guess!"

"I don't think we have time for this," Draco replied.

"Just three guesses?" She pleaded. Draco smirked at her. Her frivolous and perky attitude was softening him, and he was beginning to think he liked it. She was just so adorable.

"Okay, three guesses. But the first two don't count." He tried to play along and get his way at the same time."

"Let me see. Could it be...Fire and Ice?" She giggled as the portrait door swung open.

"How'd you know that?" Draco asked, mouth gaping open again.

"Stick with me, and you'll never cease to be amazed." She walked straight to his dorm room, which was the Head Boy's room.

"I think you're a Slytherin. Really. Do you think Dumbledore will let me check with the sorting hat? Because I'm positive you don't belong in Gryffindor," he babbled as she stood at his door.

"Do you want me to tell you the password to your room, too? I know it." She giggled again.

'Why does she giggle so much?' Draco wondered to himself. It was started to get to him, and not in a bad way, either. "Go right ahead, but I still wish to know how you got all of our passwords."

"But I'm not telling. Je fonds dans vous." His own portrait of a dragon swung open revealing a king sized bed with a green satin comforter, and at least twenty fluffy, green pillows covering it. The room was only a bit bigger than the normal dormitories, but it was a lot bigger than Ginny's house at the Burrow. "Wow. It's beautiful." She stood in awe at the door.
"Are you going inside?" Draco asked, still standing behind her.

"Oh, sorry." Her face blushed a little. Stepping inside, she threw her backpack beside the door. She wanted to jump on the bed so bad, but knew that Draco wouldn't approve of that. Stealing a glance at the boy, she grinned menacingly. 'Screw him!' she thought to herself, throwing her shoes off and taking a run and jump for the sea of green.

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