A/N—Quick, someone get me some eggnog or something because this is a fast update.

Unconventional Commitments

Chapter Sixteen
Of Baboons and Ferrots

I go to bed feeling only slightly confused. Well, all right, so I'm more than slightly confused with this…situation. I honestly don't know what to make of the whole thing. I mean, even when Harry and I fight it doesn't seem…real, you know?

We never even resolved our fight. We kissed, said goodnight, and he left. And that felt normal for some reason. In every relationship I've ever been in, a fight is a fight. You stand there and scream at each other until make-up sex occurs.

That's another thing; the make-up sex did not even enter my mind until hours after Harry left. Granted, I am not a complete slag. I mean, it isn't as though I think of sex every minute of the day. It's just that it's a commonly known fact that the entire reason to resolve a fight is to have make-up sex. I won't go into the gory details, of course, but it's something to do with the fresh anger that leads to heat and passion and—well, you get the general idea.

But with Harry, it never entered my mind until after the fact. Which is a very bad thing because this means that whatever odd relationship Harry and I have it is definitely not a sex thing. I've been secretly hoping that it might just be a fling of sorts and we can avoid the awkward relationship drama; but if I am in no way thinking of sex…then it isn't a fling. It means I have somewhere along the line developed feelings and that is a horrid revelation.

It's funny, you know, because Harry wanted to do role-reversal playing. But we've been doing nothing except reversing the clichéd roles. It was me that corrupted virginal Harry. It has been Harry chasing after a relationship and attempting to get me to commit. If anyone has been "girly" about the entire thing, it has been Harry.

So I am left just utterly confused. Why is he still even trying? I've done my best to get rid of him. He knows all my commitment issues…does he not care that I have no desire to have a long-term relationship with him? Unless…

An irrational though occurs to me. What if he has been playing me this entire time? I told him (while he was still halfway sober) about my commitment issues and soon thereafter this entire thing began. What if he saw me as some sort of sick challenge and he has been attempting to "conquer" me ever since? Bastard. I bet that's what he's been up to. Well, I'll show him.

Without a second thought, I apparate over to his house, fully prepared to give him and his player ways a piece of my mind. Only, he doesn't appear to be here. This only confirms my suspicions. He has been playing with me and now he is with someone else, no doubt. I knew that whole virgin line was a lie…

When I see him—oh, wait, a light is on. All right, so maybe I have been overreacting jut a bit. I shrug off would-be guilt and walk towards the light. It isn't coming from Harry's bedroom, because I know that that is up the stairs. Ah, bathroom. I walk towards it but stop short…what exactly am I going to tell him?

Umm, well the thing is, Harry, I thought that you were a heartless git and came here to yell at you. But I might have been wrong, so I'll just go now. Yeah, because that conversation wouldn't be awkward at all…

Nevertheless, I go to the doorway of Harry's loo. I'm here, aren't I? So I might as well pop in and say hello or something.

However, upon seeing Harry, my mind goes blank. His hand is all bloody!

"Harry," I gasp, "what happened to you?"

He looks at me sheepishly, "I kind of…got in a fight."

"You got in a fight?" I repeat incredulously.

"Yeah, you see—"

The doorbell rings. We stare at each other mutely.

"Are you going to get the door?" I ask after a moment.

"I'm not sure if I want to."

I shake my head at him, "I'll get it then."

"Wait, Gin…" his voice trails off as I head out to the door. It could be important. In fact, it must be important because it is rather late and I'm the only insane person that Harry knows that would just pop in for a chat after polite hours. It could be someone from the Ministry or—

I open the door, though, and find that it is a fist. A fist that just connected with my face and I do believe broke my nose!!! Oww! Jesus, why am I always getting injured around Harry? Who in their right mind would do such a thing! I open my eyes that had closed from pain to see…

"Draco?"

He looks horrified. "Weas—I mean Ginny. I, er, didn't…I thought it was going to be Potter. Here, let me help you."

He reaches down to help me off the floor, but Harry chooses that moment to round the corner.

"Get the hell out of my house, Malfoy. Ginny! What happened to you?"

"She received your punch," Draco offered.

"You punched Ginny?" Harry's eyes narrow and I can tell that he is about ready to pounce on Draco.

"Harry, don't," I call out. "I'm fine. Or, at least I will be if someone will help me out with a healing spell or something."

"I'll take care of it," Draco says quietly. "I am sorry, Ginny, truly."

Harry looks…well, shell-shocked is the only phrase to really describe him. I, however, am less shocked. Draco's always been polite to me since we…well, you know. Dated and whatnot.

I catch sight of Harry's hand again and notice Draco's own face for the first time. His nose resembles my own.

"Harry James Potter," I say as I look back at Harry with as menacing glare as I can muster. Unfortunately, I doubt it was too menacing as when I tried to narrow my eyes and scrunch up my face I found that it was rather painful.

Harry only averts his eyes to the floor.

"You punched him," I continue. "You went to Draco's, hit him, and came back here. That's what happened to your hand. And judging by your hand…" I turn toward Draco, "Oh, your face just looks awful. I apologize on behalf of Harry; he was rather upset about something."

"So I gathered," Draco said dryly. "I thought since Potter apparated to the Manner, broke my nose, and left without a word that I would return the favor. Unfortunately, he allowed someone else to open the door, though. Good going, Potter. Should've known you wouldn't have been enough of a man to face me while I was prepared..."

"I had no idea that you would be so low to hit Ginny, Malfoy."

"As if I knew that she would be there."

"Stop. Just stop, the both of you. Harry, you shouldn't have hit Draco. Draco, don't attempt to provoke Harry." I look at Draco, "Can you…"

He looks at my nose. "Oh. Yes, of course." He takes out his wand. Draco always was good at healing spells…though he told me that I didn't want to know where or why he learned so many.

"Thanks," I say with a smile after he heals my nose. "You should do yours as well, you don't want it to scar."

"Oh, yes," Harry adds. "That would just be a disaster."

I glare at him. A full glare this time too, as my nose no longer stings quite so much. "Don't mind him" I say to Draco, "he appears to be jealous."

"As if I'd be jealous of Malfoy…" Harry mutters.

Draco smirks at him, "Don't worry, Potter. I can hardly blame you for your jealously. I mean, one of us is extremely good-looking, wealthy, and well-mannered. Jealously is a given."

"Surely you aren't talking about yourself, Malfoy. You're about as good-looking and well-mannered as a baboon."

"Could the both of you grow-up, please?"

"He started it," Draco mumbled. "I'm not the one that punched someone for no reason, you know."

I look to Harry once more. "Why did you go over there, anyway?"

"To, ah…avenge you."

"Avenge me?"

"Yeah."

"You do realize I'm not dead. Avenge what, precisely? My virginity?"

If possible, Draco's smirk grows. "So you finally figured out who possesses your precious Ginny's virginity, eh, Potter?"

"You were…but you and Dean…"

"Never did anything that serious. I told you already, Harry, it's in the past. Draco…just go. You aren't helping anything here, not that you ever do."

He shrugs. "Nice seeing you again, Gin. I would like to meet with you sometime soon, you know…without Scarhead."

I do not believe that he is attempting to hit on me with Harry standing right there. I know better than to think that Draco Malfoy is using this moment for anything other than to make Harry angry. I refuse to be his toy.

"I don't think so, Draco. I have a boyfriend, actually, and I doubt if he would very much like for us to be…anything. Isn't that right, Harry?"

"No," Harry says in a low tone, "I wouldn't."

"I see how it is, then," Draco says. "Finally nailed the Boy Wonder, did you Ginny?"

"Shut it, Draco."

"Congratulations are in order, then. It only took you half your life. So how'd you do it, Ginny? Seduce him? Strip tease, perhaps? Steal his inno—"

Draco never finished that sentence as his newly repaired face was once again smashed. This time, though, I didn't feel the need to reprimand Harry. I was about ready to punch Draco myself.

"Get out, Malfoy," Harry said fiercely as he pulled out his wand.

"Relax, Potter. Not like I have any desire to stay here anyway…" With that, Draco "popped" out and Harry and I were left alone.

"Ginny," Harry begins, "why did you come here?"

"I don't know."

"Oh. So what about Malfoy? I mean, what do you have to say about that?"

I shrug. "Ron's going to be sorry he missed the opportunity to slug Malfoy?"

Harry smiles slowly. "So it's 'Malfoy' then?"

"Yeah," I say with a realization, "I guess it is."

A/N—Like one more chapter, people! Then this story is done. Sorry this was a bit short. That just seemed like a good place to stop. Ginny's starting to come around, right?

Oh, and to one particular reader/reviewer (you know who you are)—do me a favor. If the story annoys you so much, don't read it. Really, you'll find life much easier. Seriously, you're going to give yourself heart problems if you allow fiction to get to you so. That's all.