Author's Notes: WOW! Nine reviews in three days! I am amazed by the response. :-) This is a short chapter but I wanted to update because nine people wanted me to, so here it is!

Chapter 2

NEWTS were only a day away now. Ginny would be so glad when they were over. It was just her luck that all her close friends were seventh years. Hermione was almost hysterical from studying, as was Ron. Harry was in denial and Draco…Draco had been nowhere to be found the past few days. Finally, she spotted him. He was sitting under a tree staring at the lake. Ginny walked up behind him.

"Hello." She sat down next to him, pulling her knees up and resting her arms on top of them.

"Hi."

"You've been hiding away by yourself a lot lately."

"Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Fizzing Whizbees. How they're charmed."

"Uh huh." Ginny looked at Draco closely. He had dark smudges under his eyes. "What were you thinking about, really?"

"Ginny, I didn't know about the diary." Draco stared out at the lake.

"What diary?" Ginny had a suspicion she knew what he was talking about but she wanted clarification.

"Voldemort's diary."

"Oh."

"Ron yelled at me, a few days ago. He got away from Harry and Hermione so he could tell me what he really thought about us, you and me. He told me he couldn't see why you'd date me after what my family – my father had done to you. I didn't know. I knew someone had opened the Chamber…and I thought Father had something to do with it. But I didn't know he had used you…"

"You're not responsible for what your father did. I don't think that he was really responsible for what happened either, Voldemort was the one controlling everything."

"But, still, my father gave you the diary. He caused you to be hurt." Draco's brows drew together. "And I… and when I started to think about it, I realized if I had known at the time…I wouldn't…I…I didn't…I thought he was right about everything, about mudbloods, about Voldemort, about families that weren't as rich as us…You shouldn't date me, Ginny. Ron's right."

"I know you used to be a prat. But you've changed, you've been through so much this past year. I know you've changed your opinions about muggles and muggle-borns and Voldemort. You can still be rather stuck up about money."

"I'm not!" Draco protested, "Much... And I'm getting better."

"I know. And I know you're not a dark wizard. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me now." Ginny smiled gently, as she moved closer to Draco. "You're not the same person you were five years ago. Neither am I."

"How have you changed?"

"I don't have a crush on Harry anymore for one thing." Ginny laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "He's very cute, and that scar – very sexy. The only problem is that he can't arch his eyebrow in that way makes my stomach flutter."

"Makes your stomach flutter?" Draco looked at her for the first time since she'd sat down.

"Uh huh." Ginny nodded, waiting for it. Any moment now. There. Draco's left eyebrow arched. Her stomach fluttered. "That's what I'm talking about." She leaned closer, brushing their lips together before leaning back.

"Can I still say I'm sorry."

"If it'll make you feel better."

"I'm sorry."

"Now, in order for me to accept your apology, I need a kiss." Ginny rubbed their noses together.

"What type of kiss?" Draco whispered.

"A long, slow, toe-tingling, stomach-fluttering, breath-taking kiss." She whispered back, feeling his hands move to her hips and pull her on to his lap.

"As you wish." Draco answered before pulling Ginny into a long, deep, slow, wet, toe-tingling, stomach-fluttering, breath-taking kiss.

Yes, I had to quote "The Princess Bride." LOVE that movie! The next chapter will be probably a week or two out because I have nothing written for it…yet. :-)