A/N:  Well, I couldn't resist.  I had to update even though I didn't have my 7 reviews (huge thanks to Moween, Shaniele, Lauren, and Mariz—you guys rock my sock, as I am only wearing one at the moment!) but I thought, you know, 7 reviews is a bit much.  So here it is!

Disclaimer: Ok this is the last disclaimer I'm doing, because I think you get the point that I do NOT own Harry Potter.  If I did, I would be so rich that I could buy my friends and make clothing out of my money. 

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           Indeed, there was a great deal of staring.  Sarah stared at Draco, Draco stared at Sarah, Sarah then stared at Ginny, Ginny stared at Sarah (three people staring at each other is quite a remarkable thing to watch, you should try it sometime. Er, anyway, back to the story). 

This is the second time I've been caught, Ginny thought dreamily. I really must be more careful.  She wondered vaguely what Draco thought about her psychotic friends that somehow found her everywhere she went.

           "What the—'' Sarah uttered such a long string of obscenities that it would be pointless to try to write them down. "—is going on here?"

           "Er—I—I had something in my eye," Ginny lied lamely.

           "Oh yeah, right.  A Gryffindor and a Slytherin—more specifically, a Weasley and a Malfoy—are snogging and you tell me you had something in your eye"

           "Sarah, please don't tell anyone!" Ginny pleaded, not even trying to find another excuse.

           To her relief, a grin broke out on Sarah's face. "I won't." 

           Draco, who had been watching the flustered Ginny amusedly, casually lay back with his hands behind his head.

           "We have to go to class now, Gin.  We'll talk later," said Sarah.  She glared at Draco, who smirked back.

           "You know, you don't have to follow the little Weasel around everywhere.  She is fifteen," he pointed out.  Ginny blushed hotly.

           "For your information, I was getting Ginny to go to class.  And I hope you're a damn good kisser, because we're late for Charms," Sarah spat.

           Draco glanced over at Ginny at Sarah's last statement, and she subconsciously nodded.  Her blush deepened and she rushed to follow Sarah out of the library.

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           "Oh my GOD, Ginny!" Sarah burst out happily that evening in their dormitory.  "What the hell was that all about?"

           "Well, he kissed me before when you guys were gone.  See, he was the one who got me out of the lake."  Ginny had already explained to her friends about the lake incident.  "And he gave me his cloak to keep me warm, isn't that sweet?  So when I gave the cloak back, he randomly kissed me.  Right there outside the Great Hall.  Ron and Hermione and Harry caught us, though.  You should have seen Ron, he was absolutely mad.  And that rumor you heard wasn't true but it was based on that."

           Sarah was listening to all this wide-eyed.  "So do you like him?"

           "Er…well, I suppose so…"

           "I can't believe it, Gin!  You have a thing for Draco Malfoy!"  Sarah danced around, out of Ginny's reach, chanting, "Ginny and Draco, sittin' in a tree, F-U-C—"

           Ginny caught Sarah and clamped a hand over her mouth.

           "Shut up!  You want the whole world to know?"  Sarah nodded.  "Well, that's not going to happen.  Plus, there's a downside."  Ginny explained the bet Ron and Draco had made.

           "So you think he's using you to win the bet?" Sarah asked.

           "I know he is.  I mean, why would he, a Malfoy, like me?"

           "Dunno, but it seems to me that he does, the way you two were carrying on in the library," Sarah said slyly.  "But man, if he's using you I'll kick his sorry arse."

           "Sarah, we were not 'carrying on'," Ginny said.

           "Yeah right, he was snogging you witless," said Sarah dramatically.

           "That's not true!"

           "You know it is.  By the way, is he a good kisser?"

           "Yeah.  Unbelievably good."

           "Lucky!  It's not every day you find an unbelievably good kisser." Sarah grinned.  "And maybe he'll ask you to the Valentine's Day Ball!"

           Ginny had forgotten about the ball.  Earlier that day, Professor Adonis had announced that Dumbledore had allowed a Valentine's Day Ball to be held.  There had been much commotion over this, and one girl had audaciously cried out, "Wanna go with me?" to the Professor.

           "I doubt it.  And what would people say if they saw us together?" Ginny said.

           "Who cares what they think?  I bet it would be good for your image anyway, going with a hottie like that," said Sarah.

           "I'm sure.  And who do you want to go with?"

           "Well, if I had the choice I wouldn't go.  But since I have to, I'd definitely want to go Blaise Zabini.  He's hot, I'd like to polish his wand."

           "Ew, Sarah!"  Ginny giggled.  Sarah didn't have silly crushes, she merely separated the boys at Hogwarts into two categories: hot and not. 

           "Well, I know you want to ride Malfoy's broomstick," Sarah said, grinning toothily.  Ginny kicked her in the shins.

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           It was about twenty minutes into the game, the score at Gryffindor: 40 and Slytherin: 30, and it was pouring rain.  It was a hard game; Ginny had to admit the Slytherins were playing quite well.  She could hardly see the Bludgers through the sheets of rain in time to hit them away.  Lavender Brown scored again, now it was 50 to 30.  Come on Harry, catch the damn Snitch! Ginny thought, shivering.  Her Quidditch robes clung to her like sopping rags; she couldn't wait to get into something warm and dry.

           Suddenly, Ginny saw the blur that was Harry speed up.  At the same time, a Bludger hurtled towards her and she quickly knocked it in the direction of someone on the Slytherin team…was it a Chaser?  She thought so... 

           There was wild cheering as Harry caught the Snitch.  Ginny heaved a sigh of relief.  All of a sudden, the crowd's cheering turned to a low murmuring and indignant booing came from the Slytherins.  Ginny looked around and saw that evidently the person she thought was the Chaser that she had hit the Bludger at was in fact Draco, the Seeker.  Oh great. 

           He was clutching his nose, which was bleeding copiously.  He alighted to the ground and immediately ten Slytherin girls took his arms and marched him up to the castle. 

           Ginny landed and dismounted her broom.  A crowd of ecstatic Gryffindors instantly surrounded her.

           "Wow Ginny, you really messed him up!" Colin Creevey said delightedly.

           "Yeah, I heard Snape saying his nose was broken!" said Neville.

           Wonderful.  She'd gone and broken his nose.

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           Monday morning found Ginny limping to the Hospital Wing from her Care of Magical Creatures lesson, her foot throbbing painfully.  Being stepped on by a Namair was not the most pleasant experience.  Especially as Namairs were winged panthers with razor sharp claws.

           "What's the problem, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked. 

           "Er…I got my foot stepped on by a Namair," Ginny said.

           "Ah, that can be painful.  Just go in there and take off your shoe, I'll be right with you."

           Ginny sat on the bed and took her shoe off.  The claws had punctured the shoe as well as her skin very badly. 

           "Ginny."

           A voice Ginny recognized made her jump.  She looked around.  Draco was a few beds away, his nose hidden by a bandage.

           "Draco!  I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit that Bludger at you, I was aiming for the Chaser, I know you're not supposed to aim at the Seeker, oh, I feel so bad—"

           "Wow, slow down.  Even though you may have marred my appearance for life, I forgive you. Don't worry.  Your senseless attack on me may be justified," Draco said with a melodramatic sigh.  Ginny laughed.

           "Marred your appearance for life, right!  It's not that bad," she said.

           "Hey, I'm forgiving you.  Don't push your luck.  It was an agonizing healing process; apparently nose bones take a while to mend.  But I'm getting this hideous bandage off today, so you'll see how you've deformed me."

           Ginny rolled her eyes.  Madam Pomfrey came in carrying a vial of puce colored liquid.

           "All right Draco, let's take this bandage off, shall we?" She slowly peeled off the gauze and Draco's nose emerged into view, flawless as ever.  Madam Pomfrey went to Ginny and, without delay, poured a few drops of the puce liquid onto Ginny's foot.  It stung for a second, then coolness spread through her foot.  She put her punctured shoe back on, thanked Madam Pomfrey and walked out of the Hospital Wing with Draco.

           They arrived in front of the Transfiguration classroom.

           "Well, this is my class, so I'll be seeing you…" Ginny trailed off.  She hesitated, then shrugged inwardly and placed a chaste kiss on Draco's cheek.  To her surprise, his arms encircled her waist and he pressed his lips against hers.  Yaaaaay, Ginny thought as little fireworks went off in her mind.  Then Draco started kissing her neck; soft, tickling kisses.  If she had been able make her brain work she would have done a happy little jig.  But that would be embarrassing and uncalled for.  HELLO, Ginny!  You have class!  Ginny mentally screamed with frustration.  She reluctantly pulled away.

           "Sorry, I have to go to class, I'm already late.  Bye," Ginny said.  She smiled at Draco and entered the classroom.

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A/N:  There ya go.  Ahhh, Draco is so yummy it makes me insane.  He is truly sex on a stick, as a wise person once put it.  If he was real, I would dive on him and rip his clothes off.  Well, how would you act in the face of OVERWHELMING HOTNESS?  You know you'd do him. 

           I've already written most of the 8th chapter and I must be…er, inspired to update quicker if you leave me a nice, fat review… or if you don't want to review you could throw in some cash and I'd be sure to update snappy-like. 

           Well, here I take my leave, so groove out!  ROCK ON, MY JOVIAL AMIGOS!