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Summary: Draco's out for revenge, but will Ginny mind?

Notes: This is second installment of a series. Countdown is the first (Hermione/Harry) and Old Acquaintances (Ron) is the last. Ginny's bit part in Countdown inspired me. Skoosie helped it along by imagining Draco's face after her disappearance. This was my cracked out second part.

He would kill her. No, first he would make her go through one of these blasted events without him by her side. Then he would kill her slowly, something rather inventive and hopefully with the help of their former Potions professor. Maybe a draught made by Longbottom. Well, that might be slightly cruel, even to her for punishment.

There was also the fact he loved her, and would miss the warm body in bed if she ingested anything by that pillock Longbottom.

"Hello." Draco smiled politely to the arriving guests before noticing that the clock only read ten o'clock. Oh, he would most certainly kill her. The manor was crowded witches and wizards, many from his days at Hogwarts. The wayward nymph had invited her Housemates and left him to their mercy.

An eccentric blonde walked up to him. "Lovely party." Smiling, she gestured around. "Where's Ginevra?"

"I've no idea." His jaw clenched at the admission.

"Likely with Hermione. Maybe Ron." How the devil Loony knew, he would never understand. Knowing Ginny, that was exactly where she was.

Gray eyes deepened as he formulated a plan. Weasley would be at this party at midnight, or his name was not Draco Augustus Leander Malfoy. "If you'll excuse me."

"Of course." Still smiling, she looked across the room. "Try Ron's first."

For someone so daft, he thought she was particularly insightful on the whereabouts of his girlfriend. And why did she know before he did, anyway?

Checking to make sure no one would miss him, he Apparated to Ron's flat, which Ginny had been known to escape to whenever they had a particularly nasty row. No one would be able to say their relationship was dull or stagnant. Finding it empty, he thought about Apparating to Granger and Potter's but after that last time he decided to not attempt that again. Finding their clothes scattered along the floor towards the bedroom had put him off sex for nearly two weeks.

With the long-suffering sigh that came with dating a Weasley, he went back to his party as the clock chimed eleven times. Socializing, he noticed Lovegood chatting it up with Nott, and Parkinson talking to a tall redheaded man whom he could only assume was a Weasley. Bill, Charlie, or Percy, he thought. At least Pans was going for the older Weasels, and not the twins. Ron being out of the running: what with being a pouf and all.

Then he found her chatting with Blaise, as if she had been there the whole night. In a completely uncharacteristic move, his mouth dropped open. He knew she hadn't been because he wouldn't have missed her, especially wearing that slinky silver dress, sans robe. He knew the dress because he had bought it for her. From a designer in Italy, specially made to fit her tall frame and offset her fiery hair and freckles. And being the only one without robes, she knew exactly the statement she was making.

Crossing the room in less than ten seconds, he none to gently grabbed her elbow and led her away. For anyone watching, he leaned in as if to kiss her but instead whispered, "Where have you been?"

Pretending a coquettish smile, she whispered back, "Getting Hermione some." Grey eyes widened, and she reckoned for a moment he might be sick. He surprised her though.

Leaning down, he kissed her gently, increasing pressure when her lips parted to allow him access. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he lifted her up the few inches that separated them and crushed their bodies together. They had always made a perfect fit.

It wasn't until the shrill whistles of approval were made that they remembered they weren't alone. Ginny blushed deeply, and Draco simply smiled. "You're a bit of a pain in my arse. Are you aware?"

She enjoyed it when he relaxed this so much. It was so rare. "Absolutely. But you wouldn't have me any other way, would you?"

"Minx."

"Amazing Bouncing Ferret." She still laughed over that story, especially Ron's glee. She loved Draco, but that didn't change the fact he was a prat.

"Littlest Weasel."

"Toothless Dragon."

"Mine." His trump card. Thank goodness she had gotten over that crush on Potty. He would have hated to have to fight the other man. That wouldn't place him on his darling girlfriend's pleasant side, and she was a right scary woman when in a tizzy.

She agreed completely. "Yours."

As the clock struck twelve, they kissed again, this time amidst the celebratory laughter throughout the manor. He smirked, she smirked right back, and the New Year was toasted in grand style. As Draco went to drink his champagne, she stopped him. Grabbing his glass, she dipped a finger in the glass then traced his lips, wetting them. Putting her mouth over his, she licked the drink off, without actually kissing him.

With a quick order for the guests to stay and enjoy themselves, he hurried them into his bedroom. Just before closing the door, he thought payback was hell and had a sneaking suspicion she wouldn't mind too much.