(A/N: This is a MAJOR chapter. MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR! And, it's the last chap you'll be getting until we get some reviews! So review your hearts out so you can get chapter 11, 12, 13...)

Three months had past since the kidnapping and the curse, and all was back to normal at Hogwarts, or as normal as it could get.

There had been a dance scheduled in 5 days, Ron and Hermione had offically become an 'item,' and have had a grand total of 9 fights (and who knows how many make-ups), and Ginny and Draco would see each other in the hall, during lunch they'd go to the library and talk, and they had become as close as they could be. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had tried to forgive Ginny for snogging in the hospital room that day, but Harry was deeply dissapointed. Since Hermione was gone, Ginny was his second choice. He thought many times of asking her to the dance, and he finally figured out how: loosen her up with drinks. He leaned against the wall, waiting for Ginny to come out. When she did, he stopped her.

"Hey, Ginny."

"Hi, Harry," Ginny said suspiciously.

"I was wondering, well since we're having a Hogsmeade trip tommorow, maybe you'd like to go to The Three Broomsticks with me for some drinks..?"

"Ummm..sure," she said, figuring Draco wouldn't really know...

Harry smiled charmingly, "I'll meet you in the common room tomorrow then!"

"Alright..." Ginny smiled, with a little wave towards the black haired boy, she continued upon her way.

She was on her way to potions, taking a glance at her watch, she saw she was early, so she slowed down.

She was about to turn the corner, when she heard voices. Being curious, she stopped and listened.

"Drakey! I saw you talking to that girl again! How disgraceful! Shes a Weasly!" Pansy screeched.

"Pansy, don't call me Drakey, and I don't care if shes a Weasly. Its not like shes a mudblood."

"DRACO! WHAT ABOUT ME?"

"What about you?"

"Don't you love me?"

"Not really..." Ginny felt her heart swell, he didn't care about pansy! wee...

"At least take me out for drinks tomorrow Draco, you ... were my first after all."

"I highly doubt that, but sure."

Ginny's heart soon sank. He was going with her? Then..they'd both see each other? How awkward. She decided to walk by them, to see what would happen. Turning, she sauntered over and walked past.

It seemed as Draco was going to stop her, in fact, she was certain he was when she heard, "G-"

He was cut off, however, by Pansy's nasal voice, "Drakie! Come on! We're going to be late for Transfiguration! Oh I hate that Mcgonnagall bitch!".

She turned around, feeling brave.

"Excuse me, but I heard you call Proffessor Mcgonnagal a bitch."

"So? Who the fuck cares?" Pansy sneered.

"She's not a bitch, but you, in fact, are." She growled back.

"Calling a prefect a bitch! 40 points from Gryffindor!" Pansy slapped Ginny across the face.

"Slapping a prefect! FIFTY points from Slytherin!"

"Taking points from Slytherin! 30 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"

Draco smirked at the little fight before stepping in, "50 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin for making me late for class, and a detention to one Pansy Parkinson for starting a fight." Pansy and Ginny gasped. Draco's smirk never leaving his face as he walked down the hall.

"Well, a detention to one Draco Malfoy on the same day as me!" Said Pansy, being smart for once.

Ginny glared.

"Well, if I have to suffer with you, I think Ginny should, too."

Ginny scowled before saying, "What is Draco getting detention for?"

"Well - ..."

"No reason? Then any teacher would think you were abusing your power and give you more detentions, so both my detention and his are null and void!" Ginny looked triumphant

"She has got a point," Draco said.

"Ah, shut up! You're both going to detention! If I have to go, so do you!"

"But you called a proffessor a bitch," Ginny said, "That's a reason to get a detention. You're just making Draco come so you can try to make passes at him."

Finally SOMEBODY ELSE noticed

Pansy glowered at the two, "Fine whatever!"

Halfway down the hall, she turned and said suggestively, "See you tomorrow Draco".

Draco winced, why the hell had he agreed?

"Why did you agree, Draco," she said, trying not to sound outraged. I thought..nevermind.

"Well...I have an image to keep up ... oh don't look at me that way, for the past three months I have been working on my mind reading abilities, you know that...and well...I tuned in to you when you said yes to Potter. You were pratically flirting with him!"

Ginny looked at him, he had invaded her privacy? How dare he!

"Well its not like we're an official couple anyway! Not once have asked me out Draco! Do you expect me to just wait forever?"

"No! But hell, what does it matter? You are going out with Potter tomorrow, and I get a oh so wonderful date with Pugsy."

"Fine. Oh, and Draco, you seem to be quite jealous.. Anyway, it's not like you asked me to go! Just because you saved me you think I have to wait around for you to work up the courage to ask me to Hogsmeade?! It's not even a big thing. It's a school trip. You couldn't even ask me to that? It's kind of dissapointing," she sneered, not trying to sound as vicious as she did.

"Well maybe I didn't think I would have to ask you to that idiotic town! Maybe I thought I would wait and ask you to the bloody dance but since I can't work up my nerve why don't you just got with the Pothead you seem to adore so much?" Draco hissed right back.

"Draco.." she murmured, trying not to cry. This conversation was going in the completely wrong direction. She wanted to lure him in, not push him away. Why am I always doing something wrong? (sigh), she thought to herself, forgetting for the time being that Draco could still hear her.

Draco sighed, "Go to class. Leave me be for a while. Go on your stupid date with stupid potter, then maybe you'll realize how much better I am." Draco turned and disapeared down the stony passage.

She went to class, which seemed to drag on for hours, and then took refuge in her commonroom, reading some book about some guy who did something..somewhere..sometime..

Hermione stormed into the common room, cheeks flushed in a way that would rival any weasly, Ginny watched her sullenly.

"Can you believe the nerve of him!?" Hermione roared, "Where does he get off telling me he wants to break our date tomorrow to hang out with some of the Quidditch team?"

"I...don't know Hermione." Ginny said monotonously, she was used to Ron and Herm's fighting.

"I mean he just waltzes into the library and says, 'Hey 'Mione. Can we get together some other time? I'm gonna hang out with Brett and Liam tomorrow.' after he said we could have a romantic date!"

"Well..that's Ron for ya," she muttered, keeping her eyes focused on .. Bob-whatshisname.

"Is something bugging you, Gin?"

"No. I'm fine. Just PEACHY."

"Ginny...tell me whats wrong..." Hermione weedled, "I'm sorry for ranting about Ron..."

"Oh, 'Mione!" she whined, giving in, "First, Draco wasn't asking me to Hogsmeade, so then when Harry asked me I thought I'd say yes! But then Draco said yes to PANSY. Can you believe it?! He'd rather go with PANSY over ME! And then, he said he was going to ask me to the dance, but I ruined it! Me and my big fucking mouth!"

"Well..." Hermione said slowly, a thoughtful look crossing her face, "Did he know about you and Harry? Doesn't matter really, you had every right to say yes. It sounds like he's trying to play games with you, have you beg for him. By saying 'I was going to ask you out, but now I'm not.' is just him being...manipulative."

"So, he probably doesn't even like me! He just likes having control of a spineless little red-haired twit who's younger than him! Well, we'll just SEE who'll be jealous at the Three Broomsticks!" With that, she stomped up to her room.

Hermione cringed, she didn't like the way their non-relationship was going. At this rate, they would crash and burn...which...isn't a bad thing is it?

The next morning Ginny awoke, her mind set on making Draco crazy with jealousy.

She picked out what to wear: a blue halter top and a black skirt that was just above her knees. She had gotten her friend and roommate, Melinda Muvell, to curl her hair, and she even wore makeup - gasp. She was going to make Draco wish he cared about her.

Draco, on the otherhand, was...well he was doing something similar. His wording, 'I'm just showing her what she's missing out on. I'm NOT jealous!'.

He wore a long sleeved green shirt, outlining his toned chest perfectly. He wore black jeans, baggy - but not to much so. He let his blonde hair hang in his icy eyes, smirking. She'd be sorry she said yes to Potter.

When they got to Hogsmeade, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry roamed the stores, and then Hermione left the two alone for their 'drinking date.'

Harry smiled, "So Ms. Weasly, what would you like? You can get anything - on me of course."

"What do you suggest, Mr. Potter?"

"Why not a a butter beer?"

"Sounds lovely"

As Harry ordered two butter beer, Ginny sat at their table. Her eyes moving from Harry, to the door of the Three Broomsticks. As if on cue, Draco waltzed in, a doting Pansy on his arm.

Trying to think quickly, she whispered, "Harry!" He looked over to her. "Harry!" He came over to the table and sat down.

"Yes?"

"Don't move, just play along." As Draco and Pansy walked by their table, Ginny started laughing at an invisible joke, as did Harry, and Ginny kissed Harry on the cheek. She looked up at Draco (who was glaring) and smirked. She was going to enjoy making him jealous..

Harry spotted the Ginny-Draco exchange, but really didn't care, their lover's quarrell could work to his advantage. He watched as Draco pulled Pansy close to him (so she was pratically on his lap), then looked to Ginny for a reaction.

She looked back at Harry, wondering what to do next. I will win, you know, she thought.

The pressure too much, Weaslette?

What came to her mind was the first time he called her Weaslette..in the hospital room..

'Guess what, Weaselette?'

''Weaselette? What, Ferret?''

'You're cured. Didn't you promise me a little prize if I saved your life?'

''I am? Oozy pimples, oh merlin!''

'Yes, and the only way they will go away is if i kiss every inch of that pretty little face of yours!'

Harry looked at the dazed look on her face, poured something into her drink (she wasn't paying attention but someone was) and spoke, "Here Ginny, drink up. Don't want the butter beer to go to waste!"

"Oh..thanks.." She lifted it to her mouth and drank. Funny, it doesn't taste like the Butterbeers usually taste.. No matter, it's no big deal..

Harry kept supplying her with drinks, chattering about things like quidditch ('So Gin, still like being a chaser?'), and the dance ('Its talk of the school - have Ron and Herms made up yet?'). Soon however, his words seemed to blur together.

Harry led the stumbling Ginny to a quiet bench in the middle of an abandoned courtyard, "Feeling okay Gin?"

"Mmph, just fine."

"Good. Gin would you like to go to the dance with me?"

"I...don't really know.."

"Yes it is then." Harry said cheerily, not really caring what she said.

"I didn't sa-"

"Shut up Ginny. You will go with me, and thats that"

Ginny stared, this was not the Harry Potter she knew. Her jumbled mind clearing.

"Harry, I don't want to go with you!"

Harry glared, and backhanded her. Ginny reeled, what the hell was he doing?

"Don't make me hurt you Ginny."

"I believe you already have." She said angrily, her eyes blazing. This only got her another good wack. Her cheek stung, her eyes watered, "...Harry what are you doing?"

Harry grabbed her arms and dragged her to the corner, and felt around her waist. This caused Ginny to cry; he was feeling around, trying to find a button to his skirt. When he did, she smacked him and tried to run; this caused him to get mad. He pushed her into the wall and held her hands up.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" She moaned, tear-filled eyes trying to close, not wanting to see what was happening to herself.

"Now, who are you going to the dance with?"

"N-not you!!" He stepped on her foot harshly and nudged his knee in her stomache. "Y-you! I'm g-going with y-you!"

"That's more like it," he sneered.

She cried hysterically, scared of her childhood crush. He raised his hand, ready to give her a slap, but right in front of her eyes it froze and Harry yelped in pain. "Get the fuck off her!" Draco bellowed. Then, turning to Ginny, he said carefully, "Ginny, are you okay?"

She nodded, but then shook her head. "H-he.."

Draco punched Harry, who was now bleeding, and went up to Ginny. He picked her up and led her out of the Three Broomsticks.

Ginny clutched to him, tears pouring down her face, "Ginny - I doubt you want to go to your rooms and face those...those idiots you call roommates...should I take you to the hospital wing?"

"N-no!" She gasped, the idea of having to explain what had almost happened to her...and by Harry no less...

"Okay...I could take you to my rooms...private you know...father paid for them before...well you know....azkaban and all...but I don't want you to think...well I won't be taking advantage of you or anything you know." He sounded so awkward, at the same time, so caring.

Nodding, she blurbed, "D-draco I'm s-sorry about this whole s-stupid c-competition I sh-should have n-never g-gone with s-stupid Harry P-potter, I c-can't b-believe what g-got into him.. Oh m-merlin, I c-can't unders-stand.."

Draco frowned, "Its my fault Gin, I should have just asked you out. I should have gotten over the whole image thing - dads not around anymore...and from what I hear...Voldemort won't be around for long...Potter will kill him soon...I mean..and after that we can kill potter, and we can all live happily ever after. Me being filthy rich wallowing in my inheritance, and you by my side looking like the queen you should be."

Ginny smiled, truly touched. "Th-thank y-you.. D-draco, you know wh-what y-you are?"

"What?"

"M-my kn-knight in sh-shining armour," she said, and kissed him. It was a simply sweet, thank-you kiss, that made Draco stop dead in his tracks. It was just an innocent kiss, no tounge, none of Draco's little..moves. Draco had never been kissed like that, and it made him wonder..

Draco shook his head, somewhere inside he was still badass malfoy, and once this was all over he would reconnect with his true self...and yet somehow he felt life as he knew it was over. Hell must've frozen over, Potter was being...evil...and Mafloy...a knight?

Draco carried her down into the dungeons, taking a few shortcuts and secret passages along the way. Soon he stood infront of a portrait of a blonde man that greatly resembled Draco.

"Larry The Lamp" Draco said briefly, and the portrait swung open.

"Interesting password," Ginny said, smiling. She tried to take in the room: It was GORGEOUS! It was almost as big as her whole house, twice, plus an extra room. And it was just a ROOM!

"Yes well, you sleep in the bed, I'll take the couch. Um...feel free to dig through my personal belongings when I'm not around, I already know you will." He placed her down gently, "If you want, you can summon some clothes from you room...accio you know. Erm..I'm going to go wash up..."

"Draco, you don't have to sleep on the couch. I mean, it's not like..well I mean, in the hospital you..I mean, okay nevermind..."

"Well in case you didn't notice Gin, you just went through a rough experiance and I am trying to be a gentleman." Draco said, his eyebrows raised, eyes amused, "But if you really want me that much..."

"Back to your old self, I see. I didn't mean it for that reason. I mean.." she looked at her feet "It would be..kind " she lowered her voice at the last sentence, so he wouldn't hear her.

But ofcourse, being Draco Malfoy, he did hear her, simply because it meant him sleeping with a pretty girl, "Well if it would be comforting, I would be delighted."

Ginny rolled her eyes, being with this pompous git almost made her forget what happened - keyword being almost.

"Will someone tell me whats going on!?" A voice piped up, causing Draco to scowl.

"Who...?" Ginny started.

"This is Larry The Lamp, Gin. Mother asked me to watch him while shes on holiday..." Draco sighed, "If nothing else, I'm sure he will keep you amused..."

"Yes, and Harold, but he doesn't talk in front of pretty girls," Larry said, winking.

"Well...uuh, I should go get changed, you..make smalltalk with the lamp." Draco left, leaving Ginny alone.

"So, girl, you seem to like Draco, eh?"

"I - well - who are you to ask? I just met you!" Ginny said with a blush.

"And yet I feel as if I've known you forever!" Larry replied dreamily.

"Oh, Merlin," she said, smacking herself on the head. Draco, are you testing me to see how long it takes for me to smash Larry on the floor?

"Hmm, Harold, stop flicking on and off! It's not polite in front of guests."

Now Now Ginny, he's my family Lamp. Have to be nice to him...mother is quite touchy about the thing. As if he were a child. to her, his thoughts sounded almost as if he was...chuckling.

"Accio, clothes," she mumbled. She heard a loud WOOSH and saw a huge, heavy suitcase hurtling towards her. "SHIT!" she moved over, and it crashed into Larry the Lamp.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, LARRY, ARE YOU...OK?!"

Draco came running into the room, staring down at the shattered lamp, "Hm...well I'm back to being an only child."

"Fix him! Fix him!" A lightswitch yelled, "Save larry!"

Draco turned and stared at switch, "Now Harold, you know I don't like wasting magic on furniture...oh fine, just stop flickering the lights! Reparo Larry!"

Ginny stared as the lamp came together, an occasional chip here and there, but he was fine.

"Ginny would you be terribly disapointed if I send these two back to mother?"

"Oh, well, I don't know, I'd have to try and live..." she said, trying to sound dissapointed.

"Chin up dear, we'll be sure to write!" Larry said happily, as draco shoved him in a specially made box his mother had bought for the lamp. Quickly tying the box to his large eagle owl (it had a feather-light spell placed on it) he sent the lamp and its lover away.

"Now perhaps I can get some rest!" Draco snapped, "I swear, every night those two -... well they are furniture but they sound disgusting."

"I can only imagine," she said, laughing. She looked at Draco; THIS is what he called 'changing'? He didn't even have a shirt on!

"What are you staring at, Weaslette?" He had to admit, he did like using that little ... nickname.

"Not you, ferret." She snapped (albeit playfully) right back.

"Whatever, there is a shortcut to the prefects bathroom through that door."

"Uuhh..thanks," she said, grabbing some pajamas and walking through the door. When she got in the bathroom, she took her clothes off and studied herself in the bathroom mirror- she had bruises and cuts all over herself, and she even had fingerprints on her wrists. Oh, God, these bruises are horrid.. She thought to herself.

Tears threatened to fall again, and she turned away from the mirror. She filled the pool sized tub, and sank in. The warm water engulfed her, and she let her thoughts wander.

'Perhaps Harry was just drunk...'

'He didn't mean it...'

'My fault for being such an idiot...'

As she got out of the bath, she had decided. It was her fault for letting Harry take her into the courtyard and all, it couldn't be Harry's fault anyway. He was the boy who lived, he was going to save them all. It wasn't his fault. It was a mistake. It was all one big mistake. Ginny stepped out of the tub, pulling a fluffy white towl around her. She dried her hair magically, and pulled on her silky green PJs. She looked at herself, she was going to have to find a way to cover all the marks...she didn't want to have to answer any questions. She headed back towards Draco's room, amazed by how much money Draco's family must really have if they were able to buy him a private dorm. She smiled slowly when she spotted Draco stretched out on the green couch, fire crackling merrily. Draco stretched out on the green couch reading a book, the fire was crackling merrily. She almost failed to stifle a laugh at the sight of a pair of glasses on the end of Draco's nose.

"I didn't know you wore glasses." Ginny murmered causing Draco to jump.

"Yes, well, I try to avoid wearing them in public," he said, taking them off.

Ginny walked over to the couch, and sat at the end of the couch, not too close but not too far from him.

"I heard you in the bathroom. It wasn't your fault, Ginny."

"When will you learn to stay out of my thoughts?" Ginny asked heatedly.

"I can't always help it you know! Stop trying to make Potter to good guy here, you didn't do anything wrong and thats that." Draco replied with a tone of finality.

"Yeah, well tell my stupid brain to stop thinking that then. It's not my fault, it's like being with him all these years have brainwashed me, and he can't be anything but good."

"But, as we found today, he's not all good."

"He was drunk, Draco. He just had too much to drink."

"He planned it, why else would he be so nice up until then? I was watching, I saw! He poured some shit in your drink, I know what I saw!"

"You were..watching us? I told you you were jealous," she said proudly, smiling.

"Fine! I was jealous, that pothead obviously doesn't deserve you." Draco paused for a moment, "And I don't ever want him to have a chance to hurt you again...Ginny will you be my date to the dance, and if it goes well, my girlfriend?"

Her head was spinning. Trying not to sound girlie in her thoughts ('OMG! HE LIKES ME! SQUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!') she tried to stay calm. "Draco.." she leaned in and kissed him.

Draco was shocked, but quickly kissed back. Slowly he pulled away, "As much as I hate to say this, we can't snog right now Gin. I don't want you to think I took advantage of you in the morning - way to many girls seem to accuse me of that...." He trailed off.

Ginny looked somewhat disapointed, and Draco smirked at the look.

"Lets go to bed."

"Okay," she yawned as her shirt lifted up a bit, showing her stomache (which was covered in bruises.) Quickly noticing, she tried to cover them up, hoping Draco didn't catch a glance.

"I have books about covering things like that. Don't worry til all that til morning though." He climbed into bed and patted the spot next to him, "Come on Weaselette, while the sheets are still cool."

She nodded, and slid into bed next to him.

Draco wrapped his arms protectively around Ginny, she had never felt so safe. Together they drifted off into a restful night of sleep.

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