a/n; hope you like this chapter better than the alternative! I am definitely happier with it! Enjoy!

Ginny rose slowly from her bed Sunday morning, thinking back on her eventful Saturday. It had been full of planning and organizing for her first Quidditch class. The purple numbers on her bedside clock announced that it was ten thirty, and she scrambled from her bed. Her flying class was scheduled for eleven, and she had to get her supplies together. She jumped into the shower hurriedly, a pace which seemed all too familiar. Pulling her robes on, she stuffed her class list and papers into her bag and grabbed a steaming hot mocha coffee from her bedside table. She summoned up a large coffee and shot out of the door to the common room, robes flying behind her.

Just outside of her common room was a small passageway that led to the grounds. Ginny was sure that not even Filch knew about it. She flew down the hall, twisting and turning where the passage required, she knew it by heart. Racing around a tight corner, she was absolutely mortified when she hit something, or someone else. The force that she had gained coming through the passage pushed both of them over, and Ginny found herself lying on top of someone. She had forgotten her wand, but whoever was there with her pulled his out of his pocket and muttered something. A bright stream of light shot out of the end, illuminating Ginny's bright auburn hair and Draco's silky blonde locks.

"Shit! I'm sorry Draco, I didn't mean to!" she pulled herself upright hastily and stuck out her hand to him.

"Weasley, what the hell were you running along here for? I thought I was the only one who knew about this passage." He reached up, grabbed her hand and she pulled him up.

"Me too, and for your information, I am on my way to teach my first Quidditch class." She leaned over toward him and the light and checked her watch. "It's ten till and I have to be there now." She paused. "Where are you off to?"

"McGonagall's office. She wanted to discuss some sort of Potions project for St. Mungo's. Apparently they have some sort of Potion shortage." He nodded to her and smiled softly before she turned away slowly and strode off down the passage, smiling softly to herself.

"See ya!" she yelled over her shoulder. The light at the end of the hall streamed through the stone, and as she stepped through, she found herself on the Quidditch pitch, exactly where she wanted to be. Crossing the grounds to the center of the pitch, she welcomed the new first year students who were already assembled and waiting nervously.

"Hello everyone!" Ginny exclaimed cheerily. "Welcome to your flying class!" I am Ginny Weasley, Gryffindor's seeker. Does anyone have any questions before we start?" No one raised their hands, so she continued. "Right then, everyone stand to the side of your broom and say up." There was a flutter of broomsticks as they flew into people's hands. Ginny went through the group giving advice and guidance to her young students, not noticing that she had a spectator, watching and leaning silently on a pole on the ground level.

After his meeting with McGonagall, Draco had come out to fly, totally forgetting about Ginny's lessons. He saw that she was having trouble managing the new sea of students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, so he hurried over with a smile thrown her way which was returned gratefully. He wordlessly took control of the Slytherin and Gryffindor class while Ginny concentrated on the new arrivals. When the class ended, Ginny gathered her papers and set them on the side of the pitch before returning to talk to Draco.

"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, "Everything was going fine until the other half of my class came early."

"No problem Ginny, anytime." He gestured to the sky, but she frowned slightly.

"Homework, but I can meet you later and I can beat you again. About seven-thirty?" she asked.

"Sure, but I seem to remember the events quite differently. I whooped you, Weasley." He smirked and Ginny whacked him on the shoulder. They turned and walked back to the castle, chatting like old friends. Parting in the entrance hall once again, Ginny headed up to her dorm and then down to the library to do some research for her Transfiguration class. She was studying to become and animagi and was supposed to write a paper on the dangers of the transformation.

When seven-thirty rolled around, there was a light mist drenching the Hogwarts grounds, but Ginny wasn't about to let that stop her from meeting Draco. She supposed that they were definitely not enemies any longer; she searched for the word in her head.

"Friends." She softly murmured. "We're friends!" Smiling happily, she soared out of the window, surprised when she flew through a dense bubble surrounding the Quidditch pitch. Inside, the air was warm and dry, a bubble charm cast upon the whole stadium. Ginny immediately saw Draco in the middle of the pitch, waiting for her. She flew over and snuck up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly. He spun around swiftly, a sharp look of guarded ice upon his face, making him look sexy in the dimming light of the stadium. Ginny blushed as the long banished memory swam back into her brain, the night she had kissed him.

Fighting back the urge to sweep in and capture his lips once again, she flipped her hair over a small shoulder and smiled with a challenge. The game lasted for about four hours, and when Draco caught the snitch for the third consecutive time, Ginny raised her hand in defeat. He smirked in an annoying all-powerful way.

"Oh shut up!" she snapped. Smirking back at her, his face suddenly became very serious.

"Ginny? You know that meeting I had with McGonagall earlier?" he asked.

"Yea, what about it?"

"Well, it seems that there has been an outbreak of Mutherian Pox at St. Mungo's, and they don't have enough of the antidote to cover all the patients, so I have been assigned to make some batches of it for the hospital" Ginny's eyes widened at the news. "McGonagall felt that it would be necessary for me to have an assistant, and gave me a list of five people in my advanced seventh year class to choose from. I believe I find you capable of dealing with the potion, and I was wondering if I could have your help?"

Stuttering for a moment, Ginny finally managed to accept his offer. "Sure, when do you need me to come?"

"In a couple weeks, I have to collect ingredients."

"Okay. Just tell me when and I will come." She smiled encouragingly, sensing his discomfort. "See you then?"

"Count on it." He replied. Nodding swiftly, he spun and set off across the grounds, toward the small passage that led to his quarters. Ginny watched him go, finally turning to ascend the staircases to Gryffindor tower.

a/n: The ever predictable; read! Review! It really helps even if it is a small comment. I like to know how many people actually read my stories! As ever, constructive criticism is accepted with open arms.

-Kirra