Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Draco Malfoy. Man oh man I wished I owned Draco Malfoy. I don't own Ginny or Ronald Weasely. I don't own the castle or Hogsmeade.

(A/N Thanks everyone for the wonderful reviews. Especially to the person who IM'ed me. That was really nice and it made me happy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.)

Wednesday

September 4th

"Can you promise me the boy?"

"Of course my lord."

"Will he be ready?"

"Yes."

"Good this body is wearing out."

"My lord, is there no other solution?"

"Do you dare question me?"

"No my Lord. Never. I just want the best for you."

"He is the best."

Ginny woke up in a sweat. She had, had another dream. It was a different dream, with different people. But, she could actually identify one of them. Voldermort. Ginny shivered as she pulled out the piece of paper from the other day and started to write down her new dream. What did it all mean? Were the two dreams even related?

Ginny looked at her watch. It was still rather early, but she knew she wouldn't be getting back to sleep. Ginny decided to go take a bath in the prefects bathroom. Even though she wasn't a prefect she knew a way to get in. Courtesy of Fred and George. Ginny grabbed some clean clothes and quietly crept out of Gryffindor tower. She didn't want to wake anyone and get caught.

Soon Ginny was relaxing in a comfortable tub of jasmine scented water. Purple and pink bubbles surrounded her. As she lay in the tub she let the events of the past few days float around in her subconscious. She was too tired to concentrate. Her recent dream kept coming back to her. If she could only figure out who the other person was maybe she could figure out who 'the boy' was.

After about thirty minutes Ginny got out of the tub and got dressed. She would be rather early for breakfast but at least she wouldn't get caught in here. Ginny ran back up to the Gryffindor tower and into her dorm. She grabbed her books for the day and went back down the stairs.

She entered the Great Hall to see that it was in fact practically deserted. As Ginny ate she worked on her picture. She would probably be finished by tonight. It wasn't a hard picture to sketch. Ginny looked up to see Harry coming towards her.

"So Ginny, you hear there is a Hogsmeade weekend."

"Yeah." Ginny replied quickly shutting her sketch book.

"So I was thinking." Harry started out.

"I have to go." Ginny interrupted him. She knew what was coming. He was going to ask her out. Not because he liked her but because his pride needed some boosting.

"Wait." Harry said grabbing her arm. "I was wondering if you wanted to go with me." Harry said in a rush.

Ginny looked down. "Why now?" Ginny asked him.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked her.

"I've gotten over my stupid crush on you." Ginny replied. "So why now? Why not before when I actually liked you?"

"Erm."

"No." Ginny interrupted him again. "Thanks but no. You had your chance."

"But Gin-"

"No." Ginny repeated. "The only reason you want to go with me now is because you still want me to have my little school girl crush on you. No." With that Ginny walked away from Harry. She hadn't meant to say all that, but, she was tired. When she was tired her mouth tended to move faster than her brain.

Draco woke up to find a letter on his bedside table. He sighed. It was from his father. How his father managed to get it in his room was beyond Draco. The owls didn't deliver underground after all. He sighed as he opened the letter.

Draco,

I do hope you are doing well. Your mother misses you greatly. I spoke to the Parkinsons yesterday. It seems you have deeply upset their daughter. They are helping the cause therefore it is prudent that you are civil towards their daughter.

I hope you thought about what I said. You will be graduating soon and the Dark Lord is expecting you to get your mark. Don't disappoint him. You know what happens to people who betray out Lord.

On the bottom was his father's seal. Draco snorted as he crumpled up the letter. He wasn't getting his self scarred by that nasty looking dark mark. Draco climbed out of bed and walked into his bathroom. He climbed in the shower and let the hot water run over him, trying to get the letter out of his head. Of course when he managed to do that all he could think about was the girl who had drawn those pictures.

Draco was in the Great Hall before most everyone else. He liked to get to breakfast early. He didn't usually but it was nice when he did. It was nice to see the Great Hall so deserted. Draco was just about to leave when he noticed Potter and the littlest Weasel having a conversation.

"No." Ginny said anger flashing across her face. "The only reason you want to go with me now is because you still want me to have my little school girl crush on you. No."

Draco watched with a smirk on his face as she stormed away from Potter. That was fun. Draco followed Ginny out of the Great Hall.

"So what did Potter want?" Draco asked. "Telling you to get lost once and for all."

Ginny let out a little snort of laughter as she turned to face him. "Not that it is any of your business. Nor do I know why you are asking, besides the fact that you just like to be an ass and pick on me."

"I don't just pick on you."

"All too true." Ginny agreed. "He was asking me to go to Hogsmeade weekend with him." Ginny gave Draco an icy stare. "I turned him down."

Draco stood there a moment contemplating what to say. "You should have said yes."

"Why is that?" Ginny asked knowing it was a trap.

Draco smirked. "Because you can't do better than scar head."

Ginny smirked back. "Well he is better than you. So at least if nothing else you're around eh?"

"In your dreams." Draco shot back snottily.

"You mean nightmares." Ginny replied.

"Watch it little weasel, you don't want to be making enemies with the wrong person." Draco said backing her against the wall

"Don't worry. I can take care of myself." Ginny smiled as she pushed him away from her. "If nothing else I do still know how to do a bat bogey hex."

"I'm scared." Draco replied sarcastically.

"You were last time." Ginny shot back as she turned away from him. "In fact I think you screamed like a girl."

"I did not." Draco called as she walked away from him.

Blaise walked up behind Draco. "What were you talking to her about?"

"Just keeping her in her place." Draco replied.

"Looks like she kept you in yours." Blaise replied with a smirk. "After all she walked away from you, and I think she was smirking. In fact." Blaise said with a little chuckle. "That smirk was very familiar. Looked a lot like yours when you just bested someone."

Draco glared at Blaise. "What would you know."

"Nothing." Blaise replied with a smirk.

Ginny walked into the Great Hall and sighed. She was not having a good day. All she had left was potions and she was done with the day. Just potions. Ginny ate quickly and went to the library. She wanted to finish her picture before potions.

Ginny was dreading potions. She was on a very short temper today and she already hated Snape. She truly wouldn't be shocked if she ended up with detention tonight. Not that she wanted it. She just wouldn't be shocked if she ended up with it.

Ginny had been in the library for about thirty minutes and she was done with her picture. It wasn't the best she had every drawn, but it was still good. She grabbed her potions text and started towards the dungeons. This wouldn't be a fun class.

"Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes Professor." Draco said looking up to see Professor Snape.

"Very unfortunate. I have a staff meeting to go to tonight and a student serving detention." Professor Snape told him. "Since you are head boy I decided to let you supervise my detention."

Draco grimaced at the thought. "Yes sir."

"Good. Eight o'clock in the dungeons. Don't be late."

Draco glared at Professor Snape's back. Who did he think he was pawning his work off on Draco. Damn it! Draco didn't want to watch over some stupid first year who had crossed Snape. He looked to Blaise.

"No. I'm not helping you out." Blaise told him, knowing what Draco was going to ask. "And you can't threaten to take points from me, it only hurts you in the end."

Draco sneered at him. "I didn't want your help anyway."

"Sure." Blaise replied smirking. "That's what happens when you get the big room."

"What time is it?" Draco asked him.

"Thirty till." Blaise replied. "Better hurry up and eat. You don't want to be late."

"You aren't helping."

"I'm not trying to."

Draco sighed as he stood up. "I'm going to go change. I'm not staying in these robes all night. They are too hot."

Blaise opened his mouth.

"I would think again if you are about to tell me to hurry." Draco growled.

Blaise smirked. "Don't be late."

Draco turned and stormed out of the Great Hall. Great just what he needed to do tonight. Babysit some stupid kid who got put in detention. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Draco threw his robe on his bed and started to undress. Snape just hated when a student wasn't in uniform. Serves him right. Draco changed into some black trousers along with a black shirt with silver buttons.

"That's better." he said looking in the mirror. Draco grabbed some of his homework before going to the potions dungeon.

"You're early." Professor Snape said as he walked in.

"Who has detention tonight?" Draco asked not bothering to say hello.

Snape looked at him and sneered. "Where's your school uniform?"

"It's not school time anymore." Draco replied.

"My potions cabinets are in an absolute disarry. Please make sure Ms. Weasley alphabetizes the ingredients after throughly cleaning out the cabinets first."

Draco held in a groan.

"Remember, she isn't allowed to use magic." Snape reminded him as he stood up. "I'll just leave you here. I trust that you can get those simple instructions right."

"Of course." Draco replied.

Snape walked out of the classroom leaving Draco in there alone. Draco pulled out his charms text and started to look it over. He was having difficulty with their new assignment and he was determined to have it correct before tomorrows class.

"What are you doing in here?" Ginny asked as she walked in.

Draco looked at the time. He had been so absorbed in his book he had forgotten to check the time.

"Lucky for you I'm supervising your detention." Draco smirked.

"No wonder I'm so poor." Ginny smirked back. "My luck really sucks."

"Professor Snape wants you to clean out the potion cabinets and alphabetize the ingredients. No magic, of course."

Ginny sat down her books and her wand beside them. She walked over to the sink and started to run the water. She looked under the sink to see if there was anything to store water in . She found a small bucket and filled it up. Ginny lugged that over to the cabinets and went back to get a sponge. She worked for a few minutes ignoring Draco.

Draco got bored so he walked over to her books to see a very familiar book on top.

"What's this Weasel?" he asked picking up her sketch book.

"Put that down." Ginny said getting up and starting towards him.

"Is the little Weasel an artist?" he asked as he started to open her book. She couldn't be the girl could she. Surely plenty of girls had these sketch books. He opened it to the middle to see the picture of the mandrake.

"Give me that." Ginny said trying to snatch the book from him.

"Not so fast little Weasel." Draco said holding it out of her reach. "You are suppose to be cleaning out the cabinets."

"Give me my book." Ginny said putting her hands on her hips. "You have no right."

"Oh, but I do." Draco replied. "As head boy I have to make sure you aren't drawing anything inappropriate."

Ginny stood there glaring at him. After a moment she turned around. "Fine. Look through the damn book. See if I care." Ginny sat back down on the floor and started to clean again. She wasn't going to get her book so she might as well work on her detention. She was too tired to try to force it from her.

Draco sat down and started to read the comments he left to her. Then he flipped to the last page.

It was a picture of her, at the castle, totally alone. She was sitting in the Great Hall at dinner. All the plates were filled but she was the only one there.

Ginny had almost been done with cleaning when Draco had grabbed her book. She had finished before Draco was done looking through her book. She watched him noticing how he wasn't looking at the pictures.

"Is that real enough for you?" she asked him when he flipped to the last page.

"What?" Draco asked her.

"You wanted real didn't you?" Ginny replied. "Is that good enough."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't lie." She said. "Did you know that when you read you move your mouth."

"I do not."

"And for every page you didn't even bother looking at the picture, you instantly started reading." Ginny continued ignoring his interruption. Then you still didn't take a moment to look at the picutre."

"So?"

"So, why would you steal my sketch book to read the comments?" Ginny asked him pointedly. "Unless you had already seen the pictures. So why did you want a 'real' sketch?"

Draco's mind was in overdrive. This was the girl Blaise picked? The little Weasel? He really did want Draco's room. Draco thought about what to say, he had to speak carefully. However his mouth had other thoughts for him.

"I wanted to know who had drawn these." Draco replied. "I wanted to know who the real artist behind these pictures were."

Ginny scoffed. "No you wanted to find out which silly girl had such a crush on you that she drew pictures of you. Don't worry, I don't have a crush on you though. You are just intriguing to draw."

"Sure you don't." Draco smirked.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I realize most of the girls in this castle think you are Merlin's gift to women. However, I'm not one of them." She walked over to him. "Can I have my book back now?"

Draco smirked as he handed her book back to her. "Why are you alone in the last picture."

Ginny looked at him. "It's none of your business."

"Doesn't mean I can't ask."

"True." Ginny replied as she turned to get the rest of her books. "Figure it out yourself if you really want to know."

"I don't."

"Good."

Ginny walked out of the classroom, her heart was beating fast. Draco? Why did Draco have to be the one who found her book? Out of every person in this castle why Draco? Now he was going to ridicule her and make fun of her. The only reason he probably hadn't so far was because she didn't know.

Draco sat at the desk. He hadn't moved since Ginny left. He was thinking, forming a game plan. Or course Blaise would pick her. She would be the hardest girl to get. Besides the obvious hurdle: her brother. Ginny didn't actually worship Draco, at least not that he knew. She was one of the only girls who would speak against him. Damn Blaise. Draco was worried, he might not win this stupid bet.

Draco got up. Of course he would win. He was Draco Malfoy. He would just have to be smart about it. He would have to play the game correctly. Draco smiled to himself. It wouldn't even take him the whole month. Draco walked to the Slytherin common room.

"Good pick." Draco said quietly to Blaise.

"You figured it out." Blaise smirked. "So you want to give up now?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "No. In fact I can't wait to have my own personal house elf."

"She won't ever sleep with you." Blaise said. "Even if you do get her to like you she won't sleep with you."

"How do you know?"

"Because she's sweet and chaste."

"They are all until I get a hold of them."

"She's not like them."

"She will be."

"If you think like that then you will lose."

"Once again good pick, this should be interesting."

"Good luck."

"Luck is for losers."

"I repeat. Good luck."