Don't Own Nothing but then I would be owning everything…Muhahahahahah…just kidding…
But do own anything you don't recognizes…

Okay, I don't really like this chapter but oh, well…I do need a beta, email me at 2010

Draco Malfoy was in a calming state. Life was finally coming around. He disobeyed his father, worked for the Order, helped kill Voldemort, ate at the Weasley's, killed his father, saved his mother, shagged Ginny Weasley, befriended the Golden Trio (or the Quartet now, according to Hermione), started his own company, cooked for himself, and was not a royal jackass. Yep, life was good. If only he could find the appropriate robes for this party…

Should he wear the blue ones that bring his eyes that say, "I may have helped you people but I'm still rich, handsome, and charming."? Or the gray ones that also bring out his eyes that say, "I may have helped you people but I'm still mysterious, aloof, and way out of your league?" How about the black ones that accents his paleness that says, " I may have helped you people but I'm still sexy, devilishly handsome, and will take me back Ginny?"

Okay, the black ones may not say that but what the hell? He'll wear them.

Now, he (Draco Malfoy), have had a totally turn around. After his 7th year, he realized that the person that he respected most, Professor Snape, works for the Order. This man, Snape, was smart, cunning, powerful, yet he works for Dumbledore. Why? In order to think this over, he went to the Weasley's one dark night…

Tap… tap… tap

"Who's here?" Ginny asked, peering out her window. She saw a flash of sliver before a body tumbled into her small, rather girlish room. That question was answered for her when the body stood up and the smart remake died on her lips as she saw Draco Malfoy's white face, paler than usual and the grey eyes dull and hollow. In that instant her heart went out to the boy struggling to become a man.

"Hullo." Draco muttered dully before sinking onto to her white, filled with yellow daisies, bed and buried his face into his hands.

"What are you doing here, Draco?" She asked, not knowing to stay there or to comfort him, but knowing any words she said wouldn't do any good. Besides, she was trying to wrap her head around the idea that Draco Malfoy was in her bedroom. His expensive cloak, shoes, and broomstick looked out of place in contrast to her pink room. "I thought you were staying at Hogwarts for Dumbledore. After…I thought you weren't coming to the Burrow…"

He knew she was referring to the fight they had before summer break but he was too tired to argue now.

"Snape works for Dumbledore, did you know that?" He asked in that same dull, lifeless voice.

"Yeah, but that still doesn't explain why you're here?" She asked in a cold, impatient one, remembering that fight (they had been fight about his moral code again). But she regretted as soon as she saw his face. It was a look of totally desperation, loneness, and the look of trying to figure out his place in that world.

"You knew and you didn't tell me?" he's tone suddenly had a dangerously soft edge to it. " You knew that this man was the only one I respected and you didn't tell me he worked for that mudblood loving fool, Dumbledore. You knew I had to think this through…because of you! You asked me to and I did! You have to help me…Weasley! I did this for you and do you have any idea how much this is ripping me apart!" He hissed that last phrase and then paused for breath and looked at her, breathing heavily. She stood there; mouth-hanging open, and her mahogany eyes took on a disbelieving expression, but no Merlin, he was not done.

"Do you know how hard it is to throw away 17 years of Fa-Lucius's teachings for 2 years of your view about these…mud-muggles? I idolized that man; only to be disowned by him because of the daughter of a family that is suppose to be my worst enemy? I love him, and I lo-" He stopped suddenly, realized what he was about to say. Didn't he love her? No, he can't. He's going to help the light side but that does not mean he loved her. He took a deep breath and looked at Ginny, in her white nightdress with the over wore frills and lace, her red hair framed her face messily, her face white, her eyes wide. She looked helpless even through it was him that was helpless. He breathed hard for a minute, trying to calm down. He knew, that no matter what he says, what he was going to do. A long talk with Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall resulted in that, well, that and a cold, long ride a broomstick from Hogwarts to the Burrow. It was time to give her his decision.

"But in spite of all that," he paused, knowing if he said it out loud, he would be finalizing his decision. He could go back…no. He will not go back to fight for an inhuman being, so..."I have decided to help the Order and Dumbledore knows I'm here, Snape knows what I just did even through I didn't tell him, and for some reason, McGonagall has taking a liking to me. Oh, by the way, I'm tired, hungry, wet, and isyoubrothersgointokillme?" He said in a way as if he was trying to get it over with.

It took a second to for what he said to settle in but then, Ginny slowly started to grin and than that grew into a full-blown smile and she hugged him so fiercely that he started to choke.

"Great, now that I have escaped my father and old Vodie's wrath, I going to be choked to death by a Weasley in a night gown. At least it's not one of your brothers…" He muttered even through he secretly enjoyed Ginny holding on to him for dear life. 'I bet Potter was never hugged like this…' he thought. But that though was not heard by Ginny because; well, because he didn't say it out loud.

"Oh, shut up, you great prat!" she yelled, even through she was smiling. It didn't matter that he still didn't say he loved her or even thank her, his dry, ironic, sense of humor was back and that was all she needed. " So, now we have to go tell my parents about you. Ooooh, just for that comment I'm not going to stop Ron from killing you on his first attempt!"

"Like he could!" He said mockingly, but the thought of Ginny's brothers and Potter and every other guy that liked her at Hogwarts (which was a lot) chasing after him did not lighten his mood. But hey, he'll live!

Later he remembers that he had spoke to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and they agreed to let him stay. He remembers Mrs. Weasley's pitying gaze and Mr. Weasley's eyes summing him up. Then he had hated it. But now he found he didn't mind so much. Gods, he's going soft. He cannot. He only fought for side because it was the winning side and he hated old Vodie's guts. He was still Draco Malfoy, rich, handsome, arrogant, cunning, double agent, untrustworthy, and…he had to admit this: a changed man. No, he may not go around hugging bunnies or kissing babies, but he was not the scrawny kid that studied dark magic for his father, and hexed Harry Potter because he was jealous. He remembers the conversation he had with Hermione about this party 2 days ago…

Ginny.

What about her?

You know!

No, I don't. Care to tell me?

You prat! This is sad; you still won't admit you want her and you're such a prick I wonder how she can love you.

I said, WHAT ABOUT GINNY?

Oh, yeah…okay what are you going to do about her?

I dunno…

Smart…

Shut up, Granger!

Oooh, it's not mudblood anymore?

You know you lost that title when you saved me…

I know. Damn my amazing dueling skills!

Ha ha ha…

Ahem…you love her?

I don't know...don't think so.

Why?

I can't love. You know that.

You care for her, don't you?

So?

So ask her go take you back!

NO! I may have fought Voldemort but I have more pride to ask forgiveness to a WEASLEY!

Looking at a woman who's in love with a WEASLEY…

Oh, yeah…no account for taste…

You shagged a WEASLEY!

But she was HOT! Ron's NOT! Hey, that rhythms!

BESIDES…I'm changing the subject…she's more than a Weasley and you KNOW THAT!

But I'm still a Malfoy. Weasleys and Malfoys just don't mix.

She loves you…

She thinks she loves me just because I changed to her side. She doesn't know the really me, she thinks I'm this saint and I'm this man that is nice and kind and perfect. BUT I'm NOT! I'm not nice or perfect or …kind. I'm NOT POTTER!

You still think she loves Harry! Do you know that Harry's been asking her out every week and she's rejected him?

Why that bastard!

It's like a ritual now. "Ginny, will go out with me?" "No, Harry." "Okay, popcorn?" "Sure!" You're never going to listen to her say that she loves you. I don't know why I always try to convince you…

Because you stupid!

Looking at the girl that beat you in every subject at Hogwarts!

Yeah, by 3 points!

Still beat you!

Know-it-all!

Jealous! Anyways, what about GINNY? She's going to be at the party and if I know her, probably going to dance with every guy, including Harry…

smarmy git…

JUST TO VEX YOU! See, she hasn't even done it yet and you're already mad! What are you going to DO?

Look, I know she loves me okay but she just…ju…

Just what?

She shouldn't love ME! I don't deserve her. I wouldn't make her happy. And I still don't love her. Yes, I want her but…WHY FATE WHY? WHY WEASLEY? WHY NOT PANSY? SHE'S MISERABLE! I'M MISERABLE! WE DESERVE EACH OTHER!

Wow…you okay? Cannot believe you just said you rather love Pansy…

Me either. See what she makes me do!

You love her. I can see it in your eyes. You just won't admit it. At the party, tell her you love her and then she'll take you back.

Urghhhhh…are sure I love her?

Yes! It's the same way I look at Ron and the same way Ron looks at me, and he, like you, just don't know it yet!

Don't compare me to him!

I thought you two were friends now!

I'm mad at him. He took my Dumbledore Chocolate Frog trading card!

But I thought Dumbledore was easier to get?

He is but MINE was autographed!

Men…

Ron's arrival and a mocking sword fighting between Ron and Draco using the twin's fake wands interrupted the rest of the conversation. After that Harry arrived and joined in the fight with Draco poking him in the eye and receiving not a small amount of satisfaction for that.

Hey, just because he's on this side now does not mean he has to 'play nice.'

If anyone had told him that he would actually have a pleasant conversation with any of these people 4 years ago, he would have laughed and then hexed them. But the war and Ginny changed him so much…

Draco was disturbed out of his little trip down the memory lane when a tapping at the window drew his attention. He looked over and saw a snow-white owl tapping the window with its beak. It was Hedwig.

"Great, now Potter's owl's paying me visits." He muttered to himself. She flew in and stood in the middle of his desk looking at him as she doesn't like him. She probably doesn't. He thought to himself. He was right. While he was untying the letter, she pecked him on his thumb.

"OW!" He yelled. "Stupid Potter's owl..." He scowled. He opened the letter and read it's contents.

Malfoy,

You like my owl?

He scowled even more. "Figures…" He cursed.

Anyways, about the party. Hermione wants you to be there early to help her prepare the decorations but never fear, Ginny's not coming early because she needs to work or something like that so you don't have to decline. But if you don't come Hermione is probably going to drag you over here or something. You know her temper…

"Too right I do!" He couldn't help agreeing with Potter.

and you'll have to suffer her endless nagging about if that picture's straight or the food's right. Lucky Ginny…

Anyways, bring your clothes cause if I know Hermione, she'll keep you here until the party since we have a ballroom she'll want everyone to dance those old fashion dances. Poor Ron…he doesn't really do a good job of it…

Here Draco sniggered. Why that idiot doesn't know how to dance!

I think he's asking Hermione to be his girlfriend today…

Finally! Draco thought. Weasley's finally got up the courage. Gryffindor courage my arse!

Finally, sure took him long enough. This is the longest letter I've ever wrote you so by the time you finish it, I expect to be seeing you in soon!

The Great Scar Head

Draco grabbed his cloth and apparated with a pop.

"Bugger, she's mad!" Harry said the exact moment Draco popped into the grand ballroom. "Fancy seeing you here. Here to suffer like the rest of us? "

"Not like I have a choice, Potter.…

Ron sniggered at this.

"… Where's Granger?"

"Over there. She just got the decorations for the party. We were going to start working…"

"NOW!" Hermione shouted from all the way across the room. "We have to start NOW! Ginny's the best at charms, well she's the best in healing too and we probably will need some healing because one of you might fall off the balcony where we're hanging the fairy lights…"

At this, Draco, Harry, and Ron looked at each other in horror and Draco flinched at the mention of Ginny.

"…and so without her we'll have to work harder. Ready?'

All three boys, ahem, I mean MEN looked at her and shook their heads. She didn't notice.

"START!"

Three hours later.

Draco Malfoy could not believe that he was being ordered around by a mud-muggle and he was actually doing it! He would not stand for this! He was DRACO BLOODLY MALFOY! No one tells him what to do!

Oh sod it! He knew what would happen if he refused. One of the best duelers in the world would hex him if he stopped. So on to the next bathroom…

One hour later.

"DONE!"

The four of them looked around the ballroom and complimented themselves in their own way.

I knew following the book would bring great success…

Thank god we finished. That was tiring. Stupid Malfoy had to save me, now I owe him! Wonder if there is any food ready…

Ha! They could have never done it without me. Had to save that git, Weasley from killing himself. Granger's so bossy! Potter has no sense of style! Seriously, putting the light in the champagne glass…Merlin that's corny…

Looks pretty good! Well, Hermione certainly was a bit obsessive and Ron, well, that wasn't his best idea to jump over that chair that was on the balcony. Stupid prat, Malfoy! Who cares if the tablecloth is "white sliver" or "faded silver"? They both look the same to me…

Guess who said what?

"Aha!" Ron exclaimed holding up a dark blue bow tie. "I founded it!"

"What Weasley? Finally got enough money to buy you a decent tie?" Draco remarked.

"Shut it, Malfoy, you don't have to be such a wanker you know! You know the only reason I brought it was because you told me too! You're the only guy I know that has a fashion sense…"

"Too right, I do!"

"Idiot!"

"If I'm an idiot how come I saved you four times in the war, uh?"

"I saved you four times too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" Harry bellowed from the other side of the room. "I know you too are friends now…"

Both of them looked outraged.

"…but please keep your friendly bickering to YOURSELVES! And hurry up and get ready, Hermione wants us to greet the guests!"

Draco and Ron both mumbled and started putting on dress robes.

"So…Mal-ferret, how's your looooove life? Hehehe…" Ron mentioned causally.

"Nothing, you know I'm still not over…WAIT! Why am I telling you this, Weasley? It's not like you could help me" Draco drawled. "I have had more experiences then you in this are…" He let the sentence trail off.

"HEY, hey, hey, hey, hey, heeeeeey! I do not deserve that, okay? I am asking Hermione out today…"

"How long have you known her?" Draco muttered under his breath.

"…and she'll say yes!" Ron said certainly.

"Suuuure. Are certain she'll say yes?" Harry joined in, asked mockingly.

"Yeah, are you sure?" Draco added.

"Maybe, I dunno…wait! STOP PLAYING WITH MY HEAD!" Ron yelled. " I know she will say yes! She told me!"

"She did?" Draco and Harry asked innocently.

"Well, no but she might as well as did, well, not really, kinda of…argh! She's never going to like me, I'm not good enough for her!" Ron bemoaned, sitting on the bed and putting his head in his large hands.

"Well, we didn't mean it like that…"Harry said startled, looking at Draco, they didn't know that their teasing would cause such an effect on Ron. Draco had an expression similarly to Harry's but with a touch of amusement.

"Yeah, Weasley, any girl who waits for you 7 years is gonna wait for you another, oh, about 20 minutes, since the party is starting in 20. Don't overheat your little brain by worrying, Merlin knows it's already over crammed!" Draco offered kindly, just like a friend should.

Kind, my arse.

"Thanks, Malfoy." Ron muttered darkly.

So, the three sexiest men in the wizarding world (by the Witch Weekly) came out of the wizard's changing room and descended the grand stairway, looking like they deserved the titles.

Ron looked uncomfortable in a navy, clean-cut robe as women swoon over his red hair and uncertain smile. Harry looked used to the attention as women swoon over his green eyes and tousled, black hair. Draco looked bored and Malfoy-like at the same time while women swoon over his silky, blond hair and his sexy, but bored smile. What else is new?

"Harry! Ron! Malfoy!" They heard a voice call. They turned around and saw Bill waving at them, looking cool in a black robe. Their eyes immediately went over to the goddess-like silvery, very womanly looking figure hanging on his arm.

"Wow, Bill's got it going on!" Ron whispered.

"Would you stop, they been married for two years!" Draco hissed back.

"Yeah, but who knew Bill could keep Fleur?" Harry asked.

"Point taken." Was the only thing Draco managed to say before they reached the stunning couple.

Harry was about to ask Bill about the bank when he suddenly saw Ginny descend the stairway, alone, I might add. She took his breath away. She was beautiful. Harry looked around, and with a slight stab of annoyance, noted that many of the men were entrance, like he, at that figure of loveliness. He poked Draco in the back, knowing that he and Ginny would never work out but Malfoy still had a chance. Besides, better Malfoy than the other randy bastards in this place.

"Wha…" Draco started, but stopped once he saw Ginny. "Oh, Merlin…" He whispered. He stared, not caring if Malfoys don't stare. She was breathtaking. A ruby gown with an off one shoulder neckline with one sleeve and the other arm bare, revealing creamy, freckled skin. The bodice narrowed to her waist then tapered out to a full skirt. Her red hair pulled up expect for a few strands of curls framing her face. Her brown eyes were sad and older and wiser then they should be. Hell, everyone that was involved in the war's eyes were like that, but hers (and a few others, I might mention) were older, wiser, and sadder then them all.

Her spirit was not vanquished by the war, rather. It was dulled, tamed, still there, but a shadow of her flaming self. He remembered her telling him that she needed something to fight for. In the war, she fought for him, Harry, Ron, Hermione, her family, the muggles, the families that was destroyed by Voldemort and most of all, herself. But not without consequence, she saw death, torture, she herself killed, tortured, healed but… She didn't leave unaffected. At least, that's what Hermione told him.

Gods, he wishes he could take it all back, just to see her smile again. What it takes to change a man like himself. A war, death, destruction of everything he holds near, and the most precious of them all, a young girl's innocents, love, trust.

He wished he could love her. Did he love her? Hermione said he did, and she is usually right about these things (damn her). Is it possible for him to love? He knew he loved his father and mother, no matter what they had done. They were still his parents. But Ginny, she invokes in him a passion he never felt for anyone. Jealousy when she hugged that stupid Pothead.

When did I become so serious? He wondered. Oh, yeah. When I killed hundreds of people with one sweep of my fucking wand. But this is not the time nor place to worry about his war experience. He still wondered that the war just ended 3 weeks ago. Thank Merlin for cheering spells. His was wearing off slightly but he thought that just half an hour ago that Weasley, Potter and he were joking around about Ron's love life. When did he become so…so nice? Must have been in those conversations they had while they were on the battle field.

Hey, Potter!

What Malfoy!

Look out!

Oh, thanks! Expelliarmus!

No need to thank me…Avada Kedavra!

At that point in the war, they both had no trouble using the killing curse.

Hey, Malfoy! Protego!

What! Diffindo!

We should really stop yelling to each other in these life-threatening situations!

But it's sooo FUN! Stupefy! Impedimenta! Expelliarmus!

Hey, if we ever get out of this, I'll buy you a Firewhiskey! Reducto!

That's what you said last time too! But nooooo, I had to pay because you passed out. AGAIN! Hey, look the battle's over!

You can't blame me for trying, you were on your 20 bottle and we were singing!

Wanker…

Draco had to laugh at the memories. War was such a good time to make friends that lasted you till you die. Surprising how he had called Potter and Weasley friends, but that's what they were. Friends.

Slytherin behavior. What rubbish! He, Draco Malfoy, had a sense of honor, no matter how shrewd it was, it was there. No matter what others say, he could care. But love?

He looked up after his rather length thought to find that Ginny was coming this way. He quickly composed himself.

"Hello, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Bill, Fleur…Draco." She greeted them all, and immediately, Bill and Fleur went to the dance floor and Hermione gave Ron a look and he followed meekly and Harry quickly asked Cho Chang to dance (they're just friends now) leaving Ginny and Draco alone.

"Wow, they could be less obvious." Draco commented, not knowing what to say and a bit stunned by the speed at which everyone left them.

"Hmm…so…how have you been, Draco?" Ginny asked politely.

"Do you still love me?" Draco asked suddenly.

Yep, that was Draco, quick and to the point.

"I'm not going to answer that question." Ginny stated evenly, after catching her self.

"Why?" That word was greeted by silence while Draco prepared himself for the answer.

Ginny on the other hand was angry.

How dare he? How could he ask me that? Of course I love him. I told him and still he doesn't believe me! Can he just stand there and ask me that? She fumed.

"How dare you ask me that question? After you left ME and told me that you didn't love me? Do you know that I cried for you, you worthless piece of scum? I've told a hundred times that I LOVE YOU! Can you not get it through to your incredibly THICK HEAD!" She practically shouted the last bit, eyes glow, cheeks red.

"Nice to know how you feel." Draco commented as dozens of eyes traveled to them.

"URGH! I don't know why I start with you. You never take anything seriously and you always make me feel inferior. Well, you know what? I'm NOT!" Ginny continued with her rant, but was interrupted by Dean Thomas asking her to dance. A wicked gleam in her eyes started. She knew that while Draco may not love her, he was a very jealous person. She complied and was immediately whisked off. Draco followed her with his eyes and watched as she flirted shamelessly with almost every unattached guy at the party. Shite…

Draco drank his 20th or was it 40th glass of wine as he watched Ginny through narrowed eyes. He was drunk, mad and there was a group of girls watching him and sigh musically as he ran his hand through his hair. Gods, he was perfect.

As he watched Ginny finish a dance, he got up, stalked over to her and pulled a stunned Ginny towards one of the balconies. He shut the curtains pulled her against him roughly and kissed her.

Very smooth, Malfoy…

Oh, and it wasn't a soft kiss either. She was about to demand what he was doing before he crashed his lips against her full ones and his tongue licked her bottom lips, savoring her. She felt a chill run up her spine. She was about to say something when Draco pulled apart said, "I…I'm trying Ginny. Please…" He whispered, looking into her beautiful brown eyes, he could see her dark eyelashes creating shadows on her creamy skin. Ginny knew what he was talking about. Instead of saying anything, she kissed him. She opened her mouth and kissed him for all she was worth. She knew the taste of him, knew the feel of him, she loved how her fingers seem to get lost in his silky blond strands. She moan as he started to kiss back. His hand went around her waist and crushed her petite body against him.

Kissing Ginny was nothing like kissing any other girl. He explored her mouth as her tongue explored his. She tasted sweet, like vanilla ice cream and strawberries. His hands stroked her lower back and he could feel her hands tangled in his hair then she stopped.

Ginny loved this, how he was holding her like she was his everything, breathing in his scent of his spicy aftershave that she brought him. Then she tasted something in his breath, wine, fine wine. Then it hit her, he was drunk…

She broke away looking him in the eye and said, "You're drunk."

"So?" Draco said reaching for her again. She moved away.

"I know you can't handle your liquor so you're unstable. I don't know that you're trying, you're drunk. You're not even trying are you? You're not even trying to love me?" She asked quietly.

"No, Ginny, so what if I'm drunk, I meant what I said!" Draco was trying to redeem himself as what she was trying to say settled in. She doesn't believe me.

"I'm not going to let you break my heart again." Ginny replied as a tear threatened to break out. With that, she turned around, stopped at the door, and said, "And I really do love you, you bastard." She walked away, leaving Draco feeling, and isn't this ironic, like a bastard.

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