A/N: Okay, I know that in a lot of D/G fics Ginny has Draco's cloak or some other form of clothing and gives it back to him and stuff, so if that's in your story, don't kill me because I don't mean to copy you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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           Draco, having his back to the trio, did not see them, but Ginny sprang back, staring over Draco's shoulder, and he turned around.  For a split second his face fell fearfully but he quickly regained his icy composure.  There was shocked silence for a few seconds as Ron's face began to turn vermilion.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?" shouted Ron, breaking the silence.  Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his robes before he could lunge at Draco.  He made to pull out his wand, but Harry snatched it first. 

"Ron!  Please calm down!  It's ok, me and Drac—Malfoy were just talking," said Ginny. 

"JUST TALKING?  IT LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE DOING WAY MORE THAN THAT, GINNY!"

           "So it was his cloak you had in your trunk!" Hermione said, out of the blue.

"YOU HAD HIS CLOAK IN YOUR TRUNK?" yelled Ron, looking utterly scandalized. 

"No—Ron—he was the one who helped me out of the lake when I fell in, and he lent me his cloak because I was cold," Ginny explained. 

Apparently, this was news to Hermione, because she said, "You fell in the lake?"

"I'll explain later," said Ginny.  She looked to Draco for help, but he was just leaning casually against the wall, watching the struggling Ron amusedly. 

"What on earth is going on here?" came Professor McGonagall's sharp voice. 

"Oh—er—we're just having a little disagreement, Professor," said Ginny.

"Well, kindly have your disagreement elsewhere, you're making a horrible racket," and the Professor turned back to the Great Hall and shooed away the curious students looking out. 

"I think we'd better get back to the common room," Harry said.

"Yeah, you might want to give the Weasel some Calming Draught before he has a heart attack," said Draco, smirking.

           "Shut up, Malfoy, before I let go of him," Harry retorted and he and Hermione dragged Ron toward the Gryffindor common room.

"Thanks a lot for the help," Ginny whispered balefully to Draco.

"No problem at all," he said, still smirking.  Ginny clenched her fists and followed Harry, Ron and Hermione.

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"So I gave him back his cloak and he just….kissed me," said Ginny, because evidently Ron was not buying the 'we were just talking' excuse.  "Come on Ron, its not like he assaulted me or something!"
"He kissed you against your will!  I'd call that assault!" said Ron furiously. 

"Well…. it wasn't necessarily against my will….I mean, he didn't do it forcefully," Ginny said.  But why had he kissed her?  More than two-thirds of Hogwarts' female population went giddy at the sight of him (the rest of the girls adored Blaise Zabini, second only to Draco Malfoy in looks), he could take his pick from any one of those girls, most of them being much prettier than Ginny, anyway.  Perhaps….perhaps Draco was using her in some way….

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Draco congratulated himself for his spectacular performance.  The little Weasel had undoubtedly fallen head over heels for him, and all it took was a little kiss.  But you had your eyes close when you kissed her, a little voice reminded him.  Yeah, so what?  You've never kissed a girl with your eyes closed.  You must have really meant it.  I didn't mean it.  Admit it, you liked it. I didn't. Now leave me alone.

           Unfortunately, rumors were now flying around Hogwarts about Draco and Ginny's "scandalous affair." Possibly the most ridiculous one was that the two secret lovers had been shagging in an empty classroom when Harry, Ron, and Hermione caught them. 

But this was necessary in the process of getting Ginny to like him.  Draco Malfoy was going to win those ten Galleons and prove Weasley he was wrong.

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Ginny was sitting with her back to the fire, working on her Potions essay with Tina and Sarah. 

"Ugh, if Snape gives us any more of these ridiculously long essays to do, I swear I'm going to pull a Weasley," said Sarah (A/N: If you haven't read OOTP you wont know what that means, SO READ IT!).

Ginny stopped scratching with her quill and motioned for them to be quiet when she heard her name.  Ron and Harry were sitting in front of the fire, speaking in low voices. 

"…..just going to tell him to find another girl, because if he thinks he can go after Ginny like that he's got another thing coming to him," Ron said.

"Why don't you just tell him the bet's off?" asked Harry.

"No way, I don't want him to think I'm backing out.  Plus, I think I have a good chance of winning those ten Galleons, I mean, other than Ginny, who's obviously not gonna fall for him, he still isn't going out with anybody," said Ron. 

"What's this about a bet, Ron?" said Ginny coolly. 

"Oh, er, nothing, it's nothing," Ron said quickly.

"That's funny, because I thought I heard my name.  I must have imagined it.  I think I'll go to the library, see you." And she left, seething, intent on finding Draco.

           Sure enough, Ginny found Draco in the library, poring over his Defense Against the Dark Arts book.  Building up her courage, she went and sat down at the table where he was sitting.  He looked up and smirked evilly. 

           "Come back for more, Weasley?"

           Ginny smiled sweetly, ignoring this comment. "I was wondering, Draco, if you have a bit of a gambling problem?" 

           "Why do you say that, Ginny? Draco smiled back. 

           "Well, Draco, you were betting quite a lot that day in Hogsmeade, and if my sources are correct, you've made quite a large bet with a certain Gryffindor….." Draco stiffened and sat up in his chair.  "Yes, that's right.  From what I heard, you bet this Gryffindor ten Galleons that you could make a girl like you and go out with her.  Tell me, by any remote chance, might this girl be me?" Ginny stared straight into his smoky grey eyes; usually the eyes could give away anything about a person, but Draco's eyes remained silvery, limpid pools.  But although it did not seem it, Draco Malfoy was for once at a loss of words. 

           "By your stunned silence, I'd say I've guessed correctly," said Ginny.  So the kiss had not meant anything after all.  She was angry with herself for falling into that little trap, but also a bit hurt.  No, of course I'm not hurt! I don't even like him!  Ginny thought.  But she could not help noticing how elegantly his silvery-blond hair fell onto his forehead…..Oh, listen to yourself, Ginny!  You're becoming a romantic sap.  And you don't even like him, remember?

           "Well, I won't be seeing you, then.  'Bye!" Ginny said almost cheerfully, and, wrenching her eyes away from Draco's, she left the library before she could notice anything else about his good looks. 

           Draco watched her retreating back, pondering.  Now he couldn't go for Ginny anymore…..or could he?  He was quite determined to show Ron he could charm the pants off any girl he wanted, and further embarrass him by succeeding in getting his own sister.  And anyway, now that Ginny knew about Draco and Ron's bet, it would be more of a challenge to make her like him, whereas it would be all too easy (not to mention boring) to capture the heart of some other girl.  Draco decided he was definetly up for a challenge.  Oh, you don't know what you've got coming to you, Ginny Weasley, he thought with a malicious smile and, slinging his bag over his shoulder, he left the library.