AN: I'd like to thank all who've written reviews, and if you look at the review page, you will see personal message to most of the reviewers. If I have forgotten you, make sure you write me a nasty review in caps, which has nothing whatsoever to do with my story. I know I'd hate it if I were forgotten.

Disclaimer: I've forgotten to mention in my first two chapters. I am not JK Rowling, therefore I own none of her characters, settings, worlds, etc. I do, however, own a few characters, and possible a few settings. Also, I own my plot. Thanks for not suing me.

Rating and reasons: pg-13 for sexual reasons, adult situations, and some language.

Ze third Chapter.

Out of pure hatred for the boy, Ginny sat at the very back of the class, after Draco took his place in the front. He turned and around and shook his head, "You know the professor is just going to make you sit up here anyway." Ginny narrowed her brown eyes at him, but smirked, "Maybe, but maybe not. I'll take my chances sitting back here." Draco shrugged, and then turned to face the front of the room. In turn, Ginny looked toward the door, wishing the detention leader would hurry up and get here.

After ten minutes, still no teacher had shown up, and the pair was becoming impatient. Ginny sighed angrily, yet quietly, and took out a roll of parchment, opened it, and began writing Harry Potter from at the top, working her way to the bottom. She started to think about how Harry was always so shy, and how he never wanted to do anything but stay in the common room and talk, or listen to her talk. She sighed, continuing to write without thinking about the name any longer. Instead, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at a particularly aggravated Malfoy. He was repeatedly looking down at his watch, then tapping his foot with a sigh, then he did it again in the same manner, then again, and once more. Ginny smirked, and found it to be quite amusing. Shaking her head at the spectacle, she looked back to her paper and reviewed it, now that she had reached the end of it. With a gasp, her eyes widened and the last 20 or more names; Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy. How had she done that?! Draco heard her gasp, and looked back to her, then at her paper, "What're you writing back there?" Snapping her head up, Ginny bit her lip,

"It's none...none of you...your business, Dr—Ferretboy." She nodded, then looked back down at her paper and blinked a few times, just to see if she was imagining things. Of course she wasn't, but before she could do anything about it, the door flung open and professor Dumbledore came striding in. He had a look of confusion as he surveyed the students that were in the room, "Mr. Malfoy? Ms. Weasley? What brings you two here on a Saturday like this? It's lovely outside…" He gestured toward a window.

Draco was the first one to speak up, "Professor, why have me and this girl been sitting in here for so long? What happened to Saturday detentions?" The headmaster laughed,

"Oh, but, Mr. Malfoy, the detention has been canceled." Ginny and Draco's mouths fell wide open. Dumbledore smirked, "You hadn't heard?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed, gathering her things and slinging her bag over her shoulder and muttering, "This is just peachy…" She left the room and headed for the Entrance Hall, and to the Oak Doors.

Draco glared at his headmaster, then followed Ginny after she'd left the room, and made his way outside. Soon, he was thinking about how stupid this whole damn school was, everything but a certain red headed young Gryffindor was just---whoa. I didn't just think that. It is erased from my memory forever, I shall never have a thought like that again, nor will I have any relocation of it. Nope not me. What red head Gryffie? He thought harshly to himself, but knew in his heart that he'd thought it, and he knew he thought it was true. That girl haunted his daydreams at times, and it bugged him so.

Before he knew it, Draco was out of the God-forsaken school, and onto its grounds. He saw that Ginny was out here as well, and decided to avoid her and just make his way to the lake, since she was headed in the opposite direction.

Ginny had seen Draco follow her out to the grounds, and smirked to herself. Just as she was about to turn around and tell him of, he'd headed for the lake. Sighing mentally, feeling a bit disappointed, Ginny continued to walk across the grounds by herself. Seeing that Amanda was sitting by her lonesome next to the forest, Ginny began to walk towards her, then stopped when a 6th year that Mandy was infatuated with had finally walked up to her. That Tom was quite the cutie, and was now walking up to Ginny's best friend; how good for Mandy! Sighing happily, Ginny made her way to the lake, not caring whether Draco was still there or not. She sat herself under a tree, to find Draco wasn't there. She smiled, but her mind was showing displeasure. She didn't know why, but she missed seeing his handsome face and his smug little smirk. Shrugging the thought away, she looked toward the lake and wondered where Harry could be, even though she really took no real interest in his location.

Draco saw Ginny coming towards him, and thought for sure that she was coming to talk to him. He had on his best half grin, and was getting ready to ask her why she stalked him so much, but it just so happened she hadn't even seen him, either that or she was ignoring him, that was Draco's first thought with the matter, but it couldn't be; Ginny sat herself right at the same tree as himself, only on the opposite side. Though she had been glancing at the lake, it was weird how she didn't even see him. But, Draco shrugged, then stood and walked to the other side of the tree, looking down at a prideful Weasley. He rolled his eyes, "Before you say anything, weasel, there's no way I've been following you. Just wanted to inform you that you are sitting at my tree. I was sitting at it first, so move your scrawny little ass, won't you?" He blinked at her innocently, then raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips. Taking in everything about her, Draco looked Ginny up and down, including staring a her chest, which at the moment was at the moment moving up and down in her furious, fast breath. She stood up and shook angrily, staring up into Draco's eyes with her own narrowed,

"Why do you have to be this way? Why can't you just let me be for once?"

"Be what way, weasel?"

"Don't act like you don't know, because you do! You are such an ostentatious, vulgar pig! Why, Draco? Why are you like that?"

Draco took a step closer to her, "You called me by my first name?" He smirked and looked down at the girl that he towered over, "And, I'm 'that way' because it's who I am…look around. Everyone knows me for being that way. So, why would I act different just for little you?"

Ginny took a half step back when he came closer, thinking he might hit her. When he didn't, she poked him in the chest hard, "Look, you greasy git, I am not buying it. I know no one can just be like that for no reason. You're just putting on an act, aren't you?" Not answering his first question on purpose, she knew she would start blushing since she didn't know the answer to why, and just pretended he had said anything about it.

He looked down at her hand, then grabbed her wrist, "And you look, Ginny. I am not buying that you hate me, either." He stepped closer to her, and lightened the grip on her wrist a bit, sliding his fingers down to her forearm, "I'm telling you right now I know you don't. Otherwise, why would you have written my name several times on that parchment of yours?" He grinned down at her.

Feeling a shiver down her spine, she blinked and looked at her arm, seeing Draco was slowly making his way up it. What is he doing? Once the question about the parchment came up, her eyes grew as wide as ever, and looked up at those gray ones that had taunted her nightmare last night, "You…you saw that and…and you didn't…didn't say anything?"

Shaking his head, Draco filled the gap of few inches left between him and Ginny, "I just did." He smiled.

Ginny felt a rush go through her head, knowing she should be trying to get away, but she wasn't, "Draco…I really think that…that we should get back to the castle." She blushed and looked to the ground, but Draco didn't take his hand away. Instead, he took his index finger to her cheek and gently caressed it.

"Do you really think that, Ginny?" He smirked, and took his finger and his thumb to her chin, tilting it up so her lovely eyes were looking up into his, "If you do, why don't you try and leave me?"

Ginny whispered, "I don't…I don't know…"

"Well, I'll make you a deal, Ginvera," He said quietly, "I'm going to count to ten, then I'm going to kiss you. If you run, I swear never to talk to you again, but if you don't…well, we'll have to see." Then, he slowly began to count, "1…2…3…"

Ginny took in a deep, shuddering breath and thought quickly about what to do. She really did want him to kiss her, but it just couldn't happen. She was with Harry, for starters, and either way Ron would be horridly angry with her. What would her mother say? Worse, what would her father say? No, there was one thing worse; what would her other 5 brothers say? She glanced out to the lake, seeing that the sun was setting, it was a beautiful sight…her time was running out, as Draco got to the number 7. She had to decide quickly; either lose the chance to have Draco, or lose everything else. She went with what she thought was best, "Draco…get to ten already."

"Fine, then. 9, 10." He said quickly, then getting on last look into Ginny's eyes, he tilted his head slightly and placed his soft lips onto hers. It was the most incredible feeling of his life. Moving his hands down to Ginny's waist, he pulled her close.

Ginny's eyes closed immediately when Draco's mouth came toward hers. Her thoughts raced around what feelings she was having, and her knees buckled under her, at which point she was glad Draco had held unto her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt something wet and smooth run across her lips, as if waiting for her signal to enter. Her lips acted even before her brain had, and parted slightly, letting Draco's tongue come onto hers.

Feelings couldn't be held back, and all thought processing was thrown off to the lake. Draco knew very well that Ginny had never been kissed this way, he could tell by how she melted, yet it didn't matter to him. He wanted to so badly to lay her on the ground, but thought of what she might do, and how she may react, but the minute her own tongue slid across his, he felt no strength to stand and put one hand behind her head and gently laid her down onto the cool grass, putting himself on top of her. Hearing a strange, high, quiet noise from Ginny throat, Draco came back to reality and pulled away from his kiss and stood.

Ginny felt that this was just wrong, but it felt so right. But, no, it had to end. She felt no movement from her arms, nor was there anyway her mouth was going to back away from Draco's. So, she tried to say something, and all that came out was some foreign noise, that sounded like a little bubble had popped in her throat. After Draco stood, so did Ginny. A single tear ran down her cheek, and she looked into Draco's eyes, "I'm really sorry, but…I just can't…" Draco tried to reach his hand out to her and wipe her tear away, but it was too late: Ginny began to cry many tears, and she let out a shuddering breath, then ran toward the castle doors. His arm still stretched out, and his body still aching, he stood and stared at the imaginary Ginny that had just been standing in front of him. Another minute later, he too made his way back to the castle.

AN: Yay! It wasn't as boring as I thought it would be!! My plot is sort of just going along with whatever my head tells it to. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I'm sure it'll be fun. RR, won't you? I really need reviews, people!!!