Disclaimer: I only own the plot and Amber and Chloe and Jackson and . . . well you get the point.

A/N: I am sooooo sorry it's taken me so long to update, but alack, my internet hasn't been working! But I went and bought a disk so now I can update! YAY!!!!! But since I can't get to my reviews on this computer and it'll take too much time to thank you all individually when I'm on my dad's computer I'll just give an encompassing thank you. THANK YOU! There, hmm, I seem to remember a question concerning shagging. No, Ron and Hermione did not shag each other, in fact, they didn't even start snogging. It's from Gin's PoV and she's exaggerating a little. Sorry if I confused you. And sorry for the rest of you who had questions, they'll have to be answered when I get the net again. Clarification: There will be no shagging in this story whatsoever!

Anyways, on with the story:

Not You!

Ginny glanced at herself in the mirror one last time. "Okay," she said turning to Chloe, "how do I look?"

"You look fantastic," Chloe said with a small smile, "but I still don't understand why you want to go to Hogsmeade alone."

Ginny sighed. She hadn't told anyone that she was meeting D today. Everyone would just make a huge deal out of it. Chloe would squeal and say how romantic it all was while Amber would sigh and tell Ginny it wasn't wise to meet a stranger all alone. No, Ginny had decided the best course of action was to keep it a secret. It had been immensely hard not telling anyone. She had been so excited that she had felt she would burst if she didn't share it with someone. Somehow, however, she had made it through the week without so much as mentioning D.

"Yoo-hoo! Ginny!" Amber said, waving a hand in front of her face, "Chloe asked you a question."

Ginny shook her head trying to clear it. She turned to look into Chloe's expectant eyes. "Because," she sighed, "I am in desperate need of a shopping trip and a butterbeer."

"But why alone?"

Ginny snorted, "What? You want me to drag you along when you don't want to go? No, it's okay. You stay with Seamus. Maybe I'll hang out with Ron and them."

"Are you serious?" Amber asked with a look of disgust. "You want to spend all day watching your brother and Hermione make eyes at one another?"

Ginny shrugged. "It's not that bad, really," she lied, "besides, that way Harry has someone to talk to. I doubt Hermione and Ron will even remember he's there."

"I thought you were avoiding Harry," Chloe pointed out.

"What?" Ginny yelped. Blast, that put a hole in her plans. She quickly recovered, however. "Don't you think it's time I got over that?"

"Well, yes, but . . ."

"Look, don't worry about it," Ginny reassured her, "Harry and I are friends again."

"Okay," Chloe said slowly, rising from the bed.

"Where are you going?" Amber asked.

"To get some books I left in the common room," Chloe said unconvincingly.

"Oh really?" Ginny teased, "So you aren't going to look for a certain laddie?"

Chloe's blush gave her away and they laughed. "But I really did leave some books," she said defensively.

"Oh I'm sure you did," Amber said, "but I doubt it was an accident."

Chloe's blush deepened and she hurried away before they could tease her further.

Ginny had spent just a little too much time getting ready. She hurried down the stairs from her dormitory and nearly knocked someone over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, feeling her cheeks flush. Looking up, she saw striking green eyes staring back at her. "H-harry, hey, I'm so sorry about that. I'm just so excited."

Harry grinned. "Don't worry about it Gin. So you're excited to spend the day with the two love stricken idiots?" His expression changed to one that mimicked Amber's earlier look of disgust.

"Oh they're not that bad," Ginny began but stopped, "Wait, who said I was spending the day with you guys?"

"Chloe was just in here," Ron said approaching them with an arm around Hermione's waist. "She mentioned it."

Ginny clenched her fists. Memo to self: Kill Chloe later. She managed a small smile. "Oh, yeah, I was planning on it. That is, if it's okay with you guys."

"It's fine," Harry said quickly. She could see the relief on his face. He obviously hadn't been excited by the prospect of being the third wheel.

"Well, let's go," Hermione said pulling away from Ron and heading out of the common room. Ginny had to stifle a chuckle when she saw the disappointment on her brother's face.

The four of them were soon walking into Hogsmeade. Ron and Hermione were quietly flirting. Harry was scowling and muttering to himself; occasionally looking at the couple in revulsion bordering on jealousy. And Ginny was trying to figure out a way to ditch them by one o'clock. Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by raised voices.

"You mean you're still writing her?!" a very perturbed Hermione was saying.

"Well, I can't very well drop her, can I? What would I say? 'Sorry, Fleur, I've got a girlfriend now. We can no longer be friends.' Is that what you want? Because that's all Fleur and I are. Friends! Merlin Hermione! I already told her who I was because you asked me to. And I told her to stop calling me that, that name," Ron defended himself.

"Yeah?" Hermione said her voice becoming louder with each word. "Well you might as well become her quillykins again! You obviously still fancy her!"

"Hermione . . ."

Ginny ducked her head as people turned to look at the couple. They were in Hogsmeade now and Hermione and Ron were causing a scene. This is so unlike Hermione. She must be really upset.

"I mean really Ron! If you still fancy her then why did you ask me out? Why? Perhaps it was because I was the only girl willing to kiss you? Is that it?"

Ginny was getting worried. Her brother and Hermione hadn't even been dating a week and already they were on the verge of breaking up. This would break Ron's heart for sure. And then he'd be unbearable to live with. She glanced up at Harry who smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry," he said quietly, "they fight about once a day. But they always manage to make up."

"You're just jealous," Ron was saying.

"Well of course I'm jealous!" Hermione exclaimed, "You're my boyfriend, for Merlin's sake. I shouldn't feel like I'm second rate to you. Sometimes I think you'd prefer Fleur." Hermione's voice had become softer and she was now ducking her head to hide the tears.

"'Mione," Ron breathed taking a step towards her. He seemed to be in shock. "I am so sorry. I had no idea." He took her in his arms and kissed her a little too passionately considering they were in the middle of a public street. Ginny blushed for her brother seeing as he didn't seem to mind that about half of Hogsmeade was now watching him snog his girlfriend. She heard a couple witches sigh and a few catcalls from Hogwarts students and shook her head. Looking at her watch she saw that she had exactly fifteen minutes to get to the Three Broomsticks. Now would be the perfect time to escape. Glancing at Harry, she saw that he was too busy scowling at Ron and Hermione to notice her leaving. Quietly, Ginny slipped through the crowd that had gathered and hurried to the pub.

Draco entered the Three Broomsticks and smirked. She was there just like she had promised. Casually, he made his way towards her.

"Waiting for someone Weasley?" he asked coldly. He may fancy her, but that didn't mean he was going to let her know it. At least, not until he knew how she felt about him. After finding out who he was, that is.

She looked up from her butterbeer and scowled. "As a matter of fact, I am. So will you please leave before he gets here?"

Draco raised both eyebrows. "He? You mean you actually conned a boy into meeting you here?" Draco let out a low whistle, "I'm impressed."

"Shove off, Malfoy"

Draco continued to smirk. "That was quite a show your brother and his mudblood girlfriend put on for us a moment ago. Very amusing."

Ginny grunted and chugged down the rest of her butterbeer.

"Trying to drown yourself, Weasley?" he said mockingly, although his eyes betrayed a hint of fear. He didn't want her to start choking to death.

"No," she said wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her shabby robe.

Draco shrugged as he sat across from her.

"Um, excuse me, that seat is saved."

"Oh really?" he asked raising an eyebrow, "For who?"

She paused for a moment before answering him. "For my quill pal. I'm meeting him here."

Draco chuckled quietly and shook his head.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"You don't get it, do you Ginny," he said quietly looking into the brown depths of her eyes. Rising from the table he grabbed her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "See you around, Weasel," he said a little louder. Without another word he dropped her hand and hurried away. He was rather pleased with the way things had gone. True, he would have preferred pulling a Ron Weasley and kissing her right there in the pub, but it was better this way. He had given her some food for thought. Maybe she would now figure it out on her own and then come to him. If her loathing of him was anything like his had been for her she was going to need time to get used to the idea. I just hope it doesn't take too much time.

Ginny remained at the table for quite some time after Malfoy left. She was all too aware of the lingering feel of Malfoy's hand around hers. It had surprised her that his hand had been so warm. Ginny quickly shoved these thoughts aside and glanced at the door to the Three Broomsticks to see if D had entered yet. But her thoughts remained on Malfoy.

Did he just call me by my first name? Since when does Malfoy call me anything but Weasley or Weasel? And what did he mean I don't get it? Don't get what? Don't get him? Well that's for sure. I don't believe I've ever met anyone so confusing in all my life. Well, with the exception of Percy. Now there's a puzzle for you. Bah, enough of this! Where is D?

Ginny glanced at her watch and saw that it was nearly two. Where was he? Had he stood her up? Of course not. He must have gotten delayed or something.

"Ginny!" Ron's voice permeated her thoughts. "Where on earth have you been?"

Ginny looked up to see her brother and his friends towering over her.

"I've been here," she said quietly.

"Why did you leave like that?" Hermione asked.

"I, well, I left because . . ." Ginny straightened as an idea came to her. "Because it was rather humiliating, not to mention disgusting, having my brother snog his girlfriend in the middle of the street. I had to get out of there before I vomited from the repulsive sight or died of the humiliation."

Ron's face went red and so did Hermione's. Ginny gave her a small, apologetic smile. While she had no qualms when it came to telling Ron off, she did feel slightly bad embarrassing Hermione.

"It's alright Ron," Hermione said grabbing his arm. Ron had just been about to retort. "She's right. It was rather an embarrassing display of affection. In fact, I'd appreciate it if it didn't happen again."

Ron stared with mouth agape at Hermione. "But 'Mione . . ."

"I'll bet Malfoy had a hay day," Harry said before the two could start yet another fight.

"Yeah, he did," Ginny said staring at her empty bottle.

"How do you know?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, he was here just before you came in," Ginny said trying to sound casual.

"Was that git bothering you again?" Ron asked through clenched teeth.

Ginny shot a worried look at Ron. She didn't want him hurting Draco; especially if he turned out to be D. He is not D! He is not D! He can't be. And since when do I call him Draco?

"No, he just walked past talking to his goons about it," Ginny lied. Why was she lying for him? She pushed the unwanted question aside and felt relief wash over her as Ron's face relaxed.

"Oh, well, I suppose we would have had to deal with him sooner or later," Hermione said quietly. The four remained silent for some time before Harry spoke up.

"So, who wants to go to Honeydukes?" Ron and Hermione looked up eagerly and nodded their heads. Harry looked expectantly at Ginny.

"You three go ahead," she said, "I think I'm going to head back to the castle. It's been a long day."

The three left after making sure Ginny really didn't want to come. As soon as they were gone she headed for the castle. Once inside she practically ran to her dormitory. She wanted to write D and find out why he hadn't come. When she got there, however, she found a letter sitting on her bed. Quickly, she sat down and opened it.

Dear V,

Well, I showed up today to meet you and you didn't seem to recognize me for who I am. Not that I actually helped you out much. Anyway, I just thought I'd write to let you know that I didn't stand you up and that I'm sorry if you didn't see me. Please don't get angry and burn this letter. Wouldn't want you to burn your beautiful hair again.

Love, D

Ginny set the letter on her bed and pulled her knees under her chin. If D had been there why hadn't he approached her? Or at least waved! Maybe he did approach you, a voice in her head suggested.

"But that's ridiculous," Ginny said aloud, "the only person who approached me besides my brother was Malfoy! Wait a moment, I never told him I burned my hair." Ginny felt her stomach drop as she recalled the letter Malfoy had given her after the first Hogsmeade trip. She saw the handwriting again as clear as though it had only been yesterday. She now knew why the handwriting had seemed so familiar.

"Oh Merlin," she groaned, "I've fallen for a Malfoy!"

Draco sat sullenly in a chair in the Slytherin common room. He had come out here to work on some homework, but so far all he had written was his name. He couldn't get his thoughts off Ginny and their encounter in Hogsmeade. Maybe he should have treated her nicely, the way he had wanted to. Maybe he should have risked her rejecting him and revealed himself. Anything was better than not knowing.

"Being as studious as ever, are we Draco?" a silky voice said. Startled, Draco looked up and found himself looking into the face of his father. Lucius's head was in the fireplace.

"You really should stop doing that Father," he said returning his gaze to his homework, "You nearly give me a heart attack every time."

"Perhaps a heart attack would be the thing to open your eyes," his father retorted.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Draco asked already knowing the answer.

"It means it's time you joined the dark lord," Lucius said impatiently, "You'll be seventeen soon."

Draco gulped. He had hoped his father would forget his birthday. Lucius had forgotten every other year. Figures.

"I don't think I'll be joining the dark lord, father," Draco said calmly. On the inside, however, he felt sick. What on earth was he doing? His father was going to kill him! Literally. But Draco seemed to have lost control of his mouth. "In fact," he continued his eyes still glued to the parchment in front of him, "I may become an auror." He glanced up to see Lucius's face turning red with anger.

"Draco," Lucius said coolly, "you shouldn't joke about such things."

"I'm not joking," Draco said firmly this time looking up to meet his father's livid gaze. "I will not become a death eater."

"You will pay for insolence boy!" Lucius shouted losing his control. For a moment Draco thought he was going to come out of the fire and kill him. "But not today," his father finished suddenly very calm. Lucius's head disappeared leaving Draco to wonder what his father had meant.

AN: Haha, I know, I'm evil. All these cliffies! But what can I say? I'm on a cliffy roll here! lol, anyways, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!