A/N: All right, I've been reading a fair amount of fanfics lately, while I've had this damned writers block for fillers and I came across several times Draco speaking in French. Now, I loved the idea so much, and I love the language and since Draco is French (or thought to be) I thought it fitting and made sense for him to speak French. Just for fair warning, because one of my favorite writers here, got...well not exactly yelled at, but you know what I mean, for the use of this and was accused of stealing it. So, I do not, I repeat DO NOT! Take credit for the idea to use French in my fic, I give that to all the great writers here who inspired me. Thank you all.

Well, while I couldn't sleep early this morning (July 29th) I finally had a breakthrough and figured out what I was going to do, when I got confused, so I had to create a timeline. How pathetic! LOL at least for me, next time I don't think I'm going to write a fic that starts off in present day then goes back in time, nope, too difficult! Well, now that I have completed the timeline, it should be smooth sailing from here until the next three (including this one) chapters! 

NOW ON WITH THE FICLET!

Chapter 12 Impossibilies

(Chapter opens April 19th)

By now they had to give Salazar back much to the displeasure of Ginny and Draco since they've gotten really attached to him, he was like, part of the family.

The final quidditch match, the one that would determine the House Cup was fast approaching. When Draco wasn't getting ready for his N.E.W.T.'s test or Ginny trying to get through all her advanced classes, they were on the field preparing for the Quidditch Final.

Draco kissed Ginny on the lips before grabbing his Nimbus Deluxe and headed towards the door.

"When you come back, you're helping me with this damned essay," Ginny shouted at Draco's retreating back.

He just grinned at her, "Celui que vous disiez, mon amour," He said and walking out the portrait.

(Whatever you say, my love)

Ginny smiled to herself loving it when Draco spoke in French.

With his voice still floating around her head she continued on with her Potions essay on the Draft of Living Death.

Draco walked into the Locker Room and walked into the Captains Office and grabbed a clipboard with all the strategies they had been working on for the past month, and walked back out to his team.

"Alright, the Quidditch Final is in exactly 3 weeks! We play Gryffindor and we have to bring it up a notch and kick Potter's arse! No longer will we lose to the Gryffindorks! No longer will we suffer the humiliation of Snape after each game! We will take a stand and we will defeat the Gryffindors!" Draco said strongly and boldly to his now pepped up team. With high spirits they walked out onto the field, ready for a great practice.

"Come on you guys! What happened to team spirit!?" Draco shouted to his team who stared dumbfounded at their captain. Draco groaned and headed down to the locker room and shouted back at his team "Practice is over," and disappeared into the locker rooms.

He quickly stepped into the showers and leaned against the cool stone letting the hot water sooth over his frustrated body. He sighed and pushed off the wall and began to clean himself.

He quickly changed back and returned his broom to the broom closet and walked back to his and Ginny's room.

"Well, you're back early," she said looking up and scooted over so Draco could sit down.

He sat down and went turbo Ricki Riccardo, only in French, "Bien, mes idiots stupides d'une équipe se sont assiss autour comme des gorrillas ! Crabbe et Goyle se sont reposés là se frappant au-dessus de la tête avec les clubs, mon arrêt quelque chose de couldnt de garde et mes chasseurs rataient son coup outre du temps plein et quand je leur ai demandé que ce qui était vers le haut ils ont juste regardé fixement moi dumbfounded !"

(Well, my stupid idiots of a team sat around like gorrillas! Crabbe and Goyle sat there hitting each other over the head with the clubs, my keeper couldnt stop anything and my chasers were goofing off the whole time and when i asked them what was up they just stared at me dumbfounded!)

Ginny giggled then quickly stifled it.

"What's so funny?" Draco said glaring.

She glared back also and said, "Well, you see, I'm not as fluent in French as you are and I only understood a few things, but on a whole, I have no idea what the hell you just said."

He gave a small grin, "Oh, well, bottom line is, I hate my team. Can I steal you guys?"

This made Ginny laugh and she kissed Draco, "Sorry babe, but we need our team," She said pulling Draco onto her lap.

"Okay, so what do you need help with now?" Draco said wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Well, the essay is about why we should use caution while using the draft of living death, but he never taught us, and it isn't in our book," she said leaning into him.

"Alright, well, first off, the draft of living death isn't one hundred percent full proof to let you come out of the little coma that your in, and you could also be buried alive, since there is no detectors known to test if one is indeed under the draft. You know what it is right?"

"Vaguely."

"You know in the story of Romeo and Juliet how Juliet takes this liquid the night before she is to marry the governor person?"

"Yea,"

"That's the draft of living death. It makes your body think that its dead, but your still alive."

"Ah, I see. Thanks babe," she said beginning to write again.

Draco smiled, "Anytime."

He leaned back and then moved himself so he was sitting behind Ginny and started massaging her back. He heard her sigh and grinned and began placing kisses on her neck and places he could reach that he knew were her sensitive spots and he rolled his tongue along them.

Ginny moaned softly and let her quill drop as she enjoyed the sensations.

Draco moved again but didn't stop kissing or sucking on her neck. He gently pushed her back onto the couch cushions and placed kisses on her collarbone while unbuttoning her shirt.

"Wait!" He heard Ginny say softly. He groaned and sat up.

"What?" He said exasperated.

She giggled and stood up pulling Draco by the tie into the bedroom.

He was thrown back onto the bed and Ginny was straddling his lower stomach placing her hands on either side of Draco's head. He smiled up at her and brought her head down to his in a passionate lust filled kiss.

Ginny ran her hands through Draco's soft platinum hair while he ran his hands up her legs and they slipped under her skirt. Finally reaching his destination he slipped his fingers into her hot cavern. She moaned into his mouth and let her guard down and soon Draco was on top of her unbuttoning her shirt with his free hand.

They broke from the kiss long enough for Ginny to moan a "Take me."

Draco nodded and kissed a trail down her collarbones to her now exposed black lace bra where he kissed her perfect breasts through the lacey material.

Ginny set to work slipping Draco's shirt over his head then set to work on his belt. Fumbling slightly from nervousness she finally got it undone and began to unzip his pants where he took over and stoop up and slipped them off along with his boxers. While he was doing this Ginny did the same.

Crawling back on top of her Draco positioned himself over her hot entrance.

"Are you sure, Gin?" He said softly searching in her eyes.

"I've never been more sure in my life," She said bringing him down for a kiss as he slowly slipped inside her.

She cried out in pain softly her nails digging into his back.

"Are you alright?" He said stopping abruptly, "You want me to stop?"

"No, just, don't move for a second."

He nodded and ran his hand through her hair waiting for her pain stricken face to ease and then he moved again.

Finally he was fully in and he waited again before he moved.

Ginny's face was quickly moving from pain to pleasure in minutes. She started to rock back and forth with him as he quickened his pace.

She suddenly gasped.

Draco knew he found her prostrate and hit it again and Ginny moaned loudly. He moved his head down to her breast and he sucked on them lightly tucking the hard nub earning a gasp from his lover.

The came together and Draco eased himself out with his remaining strength and lay down beside Ginny.

She curled up beside him and put her head on his chest with a goofy grin on her face.

He looked down at her with sleepy eyes, "What?"

She shook her head and chuckled, "If someone had told me that I was going to marry you and end up having sex with you a couple years ago, I would of thought them to be crazy and I would've laughed," she said in an amused voice.

"Yea, same here."

They both then fell asleep, their breathing and heart rate going back to normal.

A/N: There! All you dumb jk you all are awesome! Readers. I finally got you your chapter. Its going to be harder for me to write more now, since school started and I plan to be in a crap load of clubs, the play and show choir. Soooz, yea there you go. Be happy now, I wont abandon this fic. And again, any questions just email me and ill answer them. Luv you all!

Az