Author's Note: Wowee… Lots of reviews for that last chapter. Lots of angry reviews hinting at mobs chasing me down with pitchforks… lol! Well, don't worry. Here's your next chapter. Though I'm not sure yet if it's going to have what you all want in it. I severely doubt it. *big grin* Enjoy!

Lily-among-the-thorns-89: …yes… Draco in a towel… *drifts off into reverie* Nancy: You're watching the Plan fly out the window too? *snicker* I feel so evil. Like… I'm dubbing this section… MY Plan. KuTiExAzNxAnGeL: Glad you're enjoying it… Darcel: Really? I know exactly where that is… I used to live in Troy. Ali: Heh… don't we all? But I, for one, would probably be dumbstruck, and just stand there until someone dragged me away. ;) DanFan: Okay, okay! Calm down… lol! Here you go! MelissaAdams: …You know, people keep telling Ginny that, and she just doesn't listen. Louisa: LOL I know you do… First it's Harry, then Draco… what next? Tony in a towel? Lol! Dragon Eyes: Short and sweet, aren't you? lol always a good thing. ProfTrelawny: Hehehe… I know. It's so thick you'd have to cut it with a chainsaw. A-broken-heart-still-beats: I'll definitely check out your stuff when I get a chance! I'm a little short on time at the moment, but when I have some free time, I'll try and look at it! Pumpkinpiebaby: You're still here! Haven't seen any reviews from you for a while… Don't be livid! Half the time I'm yelling at myself for leaving it there… lol! NavyGirl14: Absolutely correct. Helen of Troy. But I didn't want to go into the entire thing, so I assumed that my readers would know what I was talking about. Or at least, I hoped. J Polkat: LOL You have a thing for the 'L's, don't you? Lucius, Lockheart, Lupin… ;) And yeah… I had kind of forgotten what I did with Lucius – I do that sometimes… lol! And Tony is great, isn't he? Heh… I rather like him myself. Oua: Awww, don't stress yourself checking back every day – It usually takes me about a week to get another chapter up… but I'm so glad you like it! DarkestMaeve: Wait! Don't report me! I promise by the end my poor audience will have some satisfaction! As for Draco being built… I personally love those tall, lean guys… J And there's a looong waiting list for the tour of Draco's quarters… ;) BlackMage: Aaack! I know it's been a while, I'm sorry! I was really busy this week, or I truly would have updated sooner… forgive me? Jenni: On to the towel dropping, eh? Hear hear! Maybe I'll just make Draco accidentally let it slip… *evil grin* Luna Elentari: Hehehe, glad to hear Ohio is okay… I was drooling too, during that part. J FemmeDraconis: It was very cliffhangerish, wasn't it? Hope you enjoy this next one! Aidenfire: WOW. You read ALL those chapters in one day. I mean… wow! One minute I had no email, and the next, there were sixteen wonderful reviews! Thanks! LittleShyGirl: How? It's really quite simple. Unplug the keyboard before your fingers can keep going in the direction the rest of you wants to go… ;) AngelGirl1: Hahaha… I know, it makes me love him ten times more…

            *Phew* That was some response to this last chapter, guys! And I know you all currently hate me, and I promise that by the time this story is over, you will not hate me anymore. Well, you might have other reasons, but you won't hate me for the same reason you came after me for that last chapter! And again, I apologize for the lack of story this past week – I was house-sitting, and had no computer access… So please forgive me? Right. ON TO THE STORY!

            Draco could hardly contain his glee. Here was Virginia Weasley, standing there looking gorgeous in his bedroom, (Well, he couldn't exactly say that she didn't look gorgeous, could he?) practically swooning from his perfect build. How much better could it get? In terms of the Plan, of course, he justified hurriedly, feeling he needed to keep some sort of malice running through him before he melted through the floor from the way that she was looking at him. Casually, as she watched Tony excuse himself, Draco leaned against the wall next to her; ever so graciously. When she turned back around and saw him so close, her eyes were about the size of Bitsy's. Draco smirked inwardly.

            "So. It's just you and me now, Virginia." At the sound of his voice, she seemed to jump, and her eyes widened (if possible) even more.

            "Oh? It is? How… how surprising!" When she spoke, her voice was considerably higher than normal, and she sounded almost panicked. Draco faltered a bit. What did she think he was going to do, tear off her bodice and ravish her right there?

            Did he just think that?

            Hoooly – Wait. Deep breath. It's just a simple physical attraction. You admitted to yourself at the first party that she was gorgeous, so just don't do anything stupid.

            "Yes," he lowered his voice, and inched closer. "How delightfully surprising."

            Like that. You moron.

            Virginia was staring up at him, eyes locked, and Draco was ready to completely chuck The Plan out the window. What did he care about revenge, anyway? All he wanted to do right now was see if those pretty lips were really as soft and silky as they looked. And then, he wanted to – The Plan, the Plan, the Plan… Draco started chanting this frantically in the back of his mind, willing himself not to do what he was about to. Within a split second, however, the chant had changed itself to 'Screw the Plan, screw the Plan, screw the Pl – '  He had been leaning forward, still staring into Virginia's eyes, and was mere centimeters away from her face when he heard a sharp intake of breath, and suddenly she was backing up rather hastily.

            "Virginia?" he inquired softly, trying not to alarm her any more than he already had. Kind of ironic, in fact, seeing as the whole evening was supposed to revolve around your making her miserable, a nasty voice in the back of his head whispered. Mentally he beat it to a pulp.

            She was still staring at him, slightly shaking her head, and seemingly at a loss for words. He took a step forward, and as he did so she jumped, and smashed right into his mahogany armoire.

            "Ohh…" Ginny moaned, massaging the spot where her head had connected with the top of Draco's wardrobe. What exactly had been about to happen there, anyway? Surely her mind was playing some kind of cruel trick on her, and Draco was actually still standing there talking to Tony. She opened her eyes and looked around. When she saw Draco looking at her with what could almost be described as concern, she winced. He's probably worried that I dented this slab of tree, she glowered, rubbing her head. Even if I wasn't imagining all that, there's no way a Malfoy like him would want someone… like me. As she thought this, Ginny began to realize what she was slowly admitting to herself. Well, he hasn't been the horrible prat he used to be! She rationalized, trying to give herself some excuse for her behavior.

            "…Are you alright?" Malfoy was asking her, pulling her away from the armoire and sitting her down on his bed.

            On his bed…Ginny shook her head furiously, avoiding all possible connections to the next part of that thought. Then she saw him looking at her worriedly, and realized that her action had indicated that she wasn't okay.

            "Oh, I mean, yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Just a bump. I'll be okay," she sputtered hurriedly. Draco seemed to be assessing the damage on his own, however. Ginny could feel his hands working gently on her scalp, to find the area she had hit. When he reached the spot, she couldn't help but wince. It hurt!

            "Like hell you're alright… You're already getting a bump there – maybe you should… lie down?" he suggested timidly, apparently not wanting to startle her into thinking anything other than that he was trying to help. Even so, as she realized that he was indicating he own bed, her heart skipped a beat.

            "Uh… uh… no, that's not necessary… I'll be fine. Besides, dinner's waiting, we wouldn't want to keep you from your guests," She half-hoped he would take his hand off of her head; it made her nervous. A low chuckle filled the room, and surprised, she looked around to see Draco laughing.

            "They're not here to see me – I don't even know half of them. The only people who will miss me would be my mother and the Minister. And Tony," he added as an afterthought. "But the point is, as long as we're down there by supper, no one will notice anything. So I think you should lie down for a bit. I'll go see how long we have until the meal," And before she could protest, Draco had pushed her down on the bed, slid her shoes off, and covered her with a blanket. She sat up and saw him walking out of his door. "Don't move. I'll be back, and you're not permitted to leave this room until you've gotten some rest," he instructed.

            Ginny almost laughed at how… protective he sounded. How could she have thought that this boyish guy could be so malicious as to have some sort of miserable trick planned for her tonight? He really had changed. Sighing, she lay back into the many pillows, wiggling until her head found just the right spot. It really did feel better to lie down – she didn't have to concentrate so much on keeping the room from spinning. She'd just lie here at look around until Draco came back… and then they'd go down to – she yawned – they'd go down to dinner.

            What Draco found upon his return was a very pretty girl, fast asleep in his own bed. He watched her from the doorway for a moment, trying to decide what to do.

            She was so innocent and naïve now, but he knew that deep down there was still some hatred for him. Especially after the way that she had acted last week. As much as his ridiculous heart was telling him to just accept the fact that he was attracted to her, and leave her be, his shrewd and spiteful head was telling him to follow through with his original plan. Scowling, he took one last, almost longing look at her slightly flushed face, and left the room, shutting the door behind him.