a/n: I forgot the disclaimer, so here it is...

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When Ginny arrived back at her flat in London, she sighed and looked around. Clothing was scattered haphazardly around the small apartment, but it was still better living quarters than the room she had at the Burrow, and it was close to home. She had moved out a little after she got her job at the ministry. Her job with security paid for the flat and she had a little left over to buy the necessities and a little to save, which was now gone due to the magnificent broomstick lying on her bed. She stared at it with a look of awe in her eyes. She couldn't wait to fly it.

Making herself pack before she left, she loaded everything she would need for Hogwarts into her trunk. She had bought her books and quills for seventh year about a week ago. Latching the catch on her trunk, Ginny put on her practice robes, grabbed her Starfly and her new snitch and apparated out of her apartment to a wizarding practice field behind Gringotts. No one else was there and she was very relieved, she got on her broomstick, let the snitch go, and counted to ten with her eyes shut, whisking them open, she let out a small whoop of joy and soared into the air.

The Firebolt was like a turtle compared the speed she was gathering now, she shot through the air with the wind whistling, tousling her hair and beating against her face. Ginny loved it. This was her freedom, her release from everything that pressured her every day, bills, friends, family. Being free of all worries was wonderful, and being on her broom made it twice as easy. She soared to the clouds, watching the soft fluff slowly move and then bursting through it, efficiently soaking her robes but not caring. Small raindrops pelted her back as she flew farther down toward the ground. Ginny loved the rain.

It was a different kind of rain, the one you don't see too often. It didn't storm or hail, but the light dimmed slightly and it simply rained, just the way Ginny liked it. She flew for hours in it, catching the snitch sometimes and letting it go, simply enjoying the chase. The hours passed and night fell, but the practice field lit up with an eerie blue light. She kept on playing, enjoying the basic wonder of flight. She flew until she saw a figure in the distance, approaching with a Black Diamond 1200 and a smirk. She new exactly who it was and wasn't sure she wanted to stay to exchange words, but too late.

"Weasley! What the hell are you doing out here at 11:30 in the rain?" he yelled with a hint of concern. Ginny brushed it aside and made herself believe it was the rain that had caused the change in his behavior.

"Free country isn't it, Malfoy?" she landed and looked at him murderously, a hard thing to do with his Quidditch robes plastered to his body, showing off his devilishly handsome chest. His hair was matted to his head which didn't help either. The blonde locks of his hair fell into his eyes in such a seductive manner that Ginny had to resist the urge to pounce on him and snog him senseless.

Draco was having a hard time controlling himself as well. Ginny's robes were wet and hanging over her body like thin cloth. He could see the perfect curves of her body outlined against the blue light in the stadium. The hunter green cloth of her robes was plastered over a dark red shirt and a pair of blue jeans, showing off her form in the most tempting way. He licked his lips unconsciously, stepping closer to her without thought. She seemed to have the same idea, stepping slowly closer as well.

Leaning his head in slowly, his hair dripping as the rain pounded them, he softly laid his lips upon hers tentatively, afraid she might run. He needn't have worried. Draco looked so utterly sexy in his sopping robes that Ginny might not have been able to leave if she had wanted to. All thought of Draco Malfoy vanished from her mind as it was filled with vividly colorful fireworks. Softly pulling away, she looked up into his eyes, filled with desire and concern.

Shocked, Ginny stepped back. Malfoy, concerned about her? The thought jolted her back to reality and she stepped back even more. She reached out to grab her snitch, which was fluttering tauntingly in the air next to her right ear. Slipping it into her pocket, she zipped the compartment, mounted her broom silently, and swept into the night, the light in the stadium extinguishing as soon as she left.

Malfoy was left on the sideline of the field, muttering and cursing under his breath. What had he done? She was, first and foremost a Weasley, not to mention a student he would be teaching at school. He slid to the ground and rested his hands behind his head, crossing his ankles and letting the rain pelt his face. About fifteen minutes later, he rose, soaked to the bone and shivering, having no explanation other that lust to explain their actions on the Quidditch pitch.

Ginny flew back to her flat, not caring if anyone saw her, it was dark, and no one would be out to point accusing fingers at her broom if she flew quietly. Salty tears mingled with the rain as she sobbed. How did some man have the ability to make her break down with a simple kiss. She entered her apartment quietly, wiping her eyes, wishing she could pull out her wand and perform a drying spell on her robes. There was an owl at the bed, which distracted her slightly. She pulled the letter off the owls leg and unrolled the parchment.

Dearest Ginny,

How are you, dear? Do you have your new broom yet? Arthur said you went to Diagon Alley today to purchase it! Please meet up with your father, Ron and I tomorrow to see you off for your last year of school. I am so excited, your last year! If you make it to the

Burrow by 9:00 tomorrow we should have enough time to get ourselves to Kings Cross.

All my love,

Mom

Smiling slightly, Ginny stripped her wet clothing off and hopped in the shower. When she got out, she was in a distinctly better mood and was ready to address the 'Malfoy Incident,' as she had begun to call it in her head. Resting her body on the sea of pillows that adorned her bed, she put her mind to work, determined to find out her motives for kissing him so passionately. She already knew one reason, and was a little afraid she might find more than just dislike for Draco Malfoy.

a/n: Hope you liked it, I think is pretty good, but reviews are definitely accepted! I love to know what people think, constructive criticism is accepted with open arms!