Author's Note: Greetings, all! I'm back from both of my sister's graduations and ready to ruuumble!!! ;) Order of business is… reviews.

Nancy DEAR- You know that this is a Draco/Ginny fic and I can't just have you swooning over HARRY in it… you want that, you have to motivate me to write a HARRY fanfic….oh. Wait. I have one. What's that you say? I haven't had a new part in months?....moving on!

Darcel, I'm glad you're still reading and enjoying! Random Artemis- You're not by any chance related to Random Minion, are you? lol! Too many Randoms! Thanks for the review! And to my anonymous reviewer- I'm glad you like!

MY WHEEZY! So glad to see your review- let's try not to get Ron too tipsy, shall we? ;)

And last, but not least, by far…

LOUISA! I am SO happy to see you! I can't believe you've even remembered me at this point, let alone taken the time to read my new story and all!!! Yay! This part is dedicated to you!!!

Now that I've babbled on enough… here's the part you've all been waiting for! (Well, maybe not, but at least it's a part…)

            Draco had made up his mind to push the events of the past evening out of his memory. For the majority of the day, it had gone well- his mother had dragged him down to Diagon Alley for some birthday shopping, and his thoughts were distracted by the new broomstick he saw on display; (and now owned) the 2010 Golden Edtion Firebolt X.

            Wow.

            Now that was a broom. Hand-polished cherry handle built to withstand 217 lbs. of impact with a special anti-gust spell to prevent the broom from blowing away in winds up to 189 mph. In case one ever needed that. Its tail was made from a specially grown, weathered, and hand-trimmed mixture of straw and oak twigs, specifically designed to give the rider maximum speed and dexterity in the air. Draco was so excited he flew it home.

            "Mother?" He called, as he trotted happily into the Manor, forcing himself to slow his pace- it simply wouldn't do to have the servants see him in such a boyish manner. "Mother are you home?" He dumped his cloak on a chair in the entryway and proceeded to the drawing room. As he passed one of the many mirrors in the house, he noticed that his hair was rumpled and his cheeks rather flushed. Draco peeked in the drawing room, and at no sign of his mother, headed upstairs to fix his appearance.

            He was just beginning to notice that the house was oddly quiet, even for their huge manor, when the doorbell rang. At first Draco paid no notice and proceeded up the stairs, but as the bell rang a second and third time with no answer, he strutted down the staircase to open the door, wondering where in the world Herman was.

            His good mood still radiating from him, Draco opened the door. His jaw almost dropped (almost…he still had some dignity) when he caught sight of who was standing there.

            Ginny had returned home the night before amongst a multitude of reactions- Her father was simply elated at the idea of the Malfoys using advanced Muggle technology, while her mother was quite disgruntled at the fact that Ron had consumed a bit too much of the champagne. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were talking between themselves, discussing worldly matters and how many olives Ron had stuffed in his pockets. Percy and Penelope (A/N: If you're reading this Zoe, go ahead and insert your name there…) went off by themselves, much as they had arrived, and the rest of them returned to the Burrow.

            Fred and George were there, hurriedly trying to remove Ginny's shrunken jumper off of the cat before their mother returned, and when they realized that she would all too soon walk through the door, they shrunk the cat instead. Neither of them seemed too interested in the events of the evening, except for the details of Ron's outburst early in the evening. They followed him up to his room, taunting the poor boy until in an attempt to hurl his shoe at them, Ron tripped and knocked the three of them down the third-floor staircase. At that point, her parents decided the evening was over.

            Ginny was just about to get into bed when she realized that she couldn't find her brush- she'd already checked the bathroom and the cat's bed, but it wasn't in any of the usual places… she knew that she'd had it earlier in the evening, and it was driving her crazy! With hair as long as hers, she couldn't stand going to bed without giving it a good combing-through. Oh drat! She smacked herself on the forehead as she realized that she'd put it in her bag, only to leave her bag in a small corner of the Malfoys' coat closet… Sighing, Ginny crawled into bed and resigned herself to the fact that she'd have to return tomorrow to retrieve her bag.

            As she walked up the drive to the Malfoy Manor, Ginny thought that the place looked a little quiet. Compared to the previous night, of course, quiet was a mere understatement. But she didn't see any gardeners or anything… But what do I know about the care and keeping of manors? She grinned grimly to herself. At least I can just get it and go… no lingering or awkward moments. Wait a minute- awkward? What is there to be awkward about? Ginny shook her head to clear it and rang the doorbell on the tall doors.

            Draco Malfoy answered it.

            He was flushed, and his usually sleek blonde hair was tousled and windblown- his face was still lit up from some obviously exhilarating experience; Ginny had never seen him like this. She couldn't force herself to say she didn't like it.

            "Can I help you?" Malfoy's excited aura dimmed a little. Ginny suddenly felt small and insecure under his probing eyes.

            "I left my purse here last night. I believe it would be in your closet? I simply came to retrieve it," she said, straightening her posture a bit and determinedly looking him in the eye. That amused glint appeared in his blue-grey eyes again, and for the life of her, Ginny couldn't figure out why. It annoyed the hell out of her. "And you don't have to get smart about it- these things happen and, if you would just be so kind as to let me get it, I'll be out of your way, mister Malfoy."

            Draco's good mood faded a little when he saw Ginny Weasley standing outside the Manor. But when he saw her strict resolve falter as she laid eyes on him, he couldn't help but be amused. The girl had a stronger side to her, he'd seen it; but when would she start using it?

            "Can I help you?" He watched her face intently, wondering why she was here…did it have to do with last night? He'd tried to put her out of his mind, but truthfully, he had been thinking about her on that broom ride…maybe…maybe she-

            "I left my purse here last night. I believe it would be in your closet? I simply came to retrieve it," Ginny said, looking him in the eye. Draco fought back a grin. "And you don't have to get smart about it- these things happen, and if you would be so kind as to let me get it, I'll be out of your way, mister Malfoy." Ouch. That was cold…

            "By all means, miss Weasley. And please. Let's be a little less formal, shall we? The salon is over." Draco raised his eyebrow and waved her inside.