Hello, all! I am SO sorry this took so long to get to you guys... this short chappie's actually been ready for several months, but it needed to be edited, etc. So without much further ado, here it is!

Note: Satyriasis is a word meaning looks all smart a man with unrepressable and uncontrollable sexual urges. And a nymphomaniac...I think you know what that means. Female equivalent of the above.

Chapter Three

Ginny and Draco had decided to start their Patronus lessons outside. Being fairly warm, they had no need to wear any extra robes. The leaves had just started to fall lightly from the trees. Draco was now beginning to appreciate the heat.

"For the love of Merlin!" Ginny exclaimed as she took off her t-shirt, revealing a light purple tank top under it. "It's hot out here!"

"I do seem to have that effect…" Draco replied loftily.

"Not you, you stupid prat." Draco looked almost taken back, but as he saw Ginny smile, he let himself be just a little more relaxed. "How do you do that, anyway?" Ginny asked, staring at Draco.

He looked puzzled.

"Do what?"

"How do you manage to still wear long sleeves and pants in this weather? Aren't you hot?"

Draco bit back another comment about his looks.

"I dunno," He shrugged, then gave Ginny a knowing look. "You want to see me shirtless, don't you, Little Weasel?"

Ginny blushed, and busied herself with her hair, tying it up into a messy knot.

"I do not, Malfoy! Only you would think something like that."

"Now," Draco said, changing the subject, "how do you do this?" Ginny pulled out her wand, and Draco soon followed suit.

"First," Ginny explained, "You have to conjure up the happiest memory you can."

"Alas," Draco scowled, "I have no happy memories!"

Ginny tilted her head and gazed at him curiously.

"Well," she said, "we could make some,"

Draco raised his eyebrow. "Is that an invitation, Weaslette?"

"Oh for Merlin's sake…not that way. Why don't we do some stuff together and have fun? Then you will have some happy memories. I know… I have some tickets to some Muggle concert in a month or so…" Draco blanched. "Oh that's right… nevermind. You don't like Muggles. Hmmm."

Draco gave a sigh of relief.

"I've got it! Wait here." Ginny ran off towards Hagrid's shack.

She returned with two sticks that had long prongs on the ends. "These are rakes," she said at his puzzled look. "My dad says you use them to gather leaves that fall from the trees."

"Why not use magic? It would be a lot easier…" he said, frowning.

"See, that's the fun of it. You rake the leaves, and then jump in them. They cushion your fall and fly everywhere."

"Hmm," was all Draco said.

The pair started raking the colorful leaves into two piles. After a half an hour of raking and chit chatting, Ginny moved her pile over to Draco's to make one gigantic pile.

"Ok. On the count of three, jump in. One…two…JUMP!" She yelled, jumping into the mound of red and brown leaves. Draco shrugged and jumped in after her.

This isn't so bad, he thought. Actually, its kind of invigorating.

Ginny resurfaced laughing. She had done this with her brothers on numerous occasions and had grown fond of the Muggle tradition. Then she saw Draco come up. Which only made her laugh harder. He had twigs and leaf bits in his usually perfect hair, which was now perfectly mussed, and they were on his nice shirt as well.

"What? What are you laughing at?" He asked, looking down at his shirt. Seeing his current non-perfect state, he grimaced. "I am glad that my now flawed look is so amusing." Then he looked back at her and saw her. Really saw her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair glinted in the sunlight, setting off the natural golden highlights. He started to chuckle. He couldn't help it. She radiated warmth and happiness. What the… why am I ogling her? What do I care that she is smiling like I am all things fuzzy? Merlin's hat…she's a Weasley! Oh stuff it…she's an attractive girl and you are definitely an attractive man. Come off it. You like her. She's got some Slytherin aspects too… that's a plus. He argued with him self, all the while laughing.

"So this is what fun without cruelty feels like," Draco mused, feeling almost regretful. He had never had fun without hurting others before, and the exeperience was almost surreal.

He was acting in a way that would send rumours flying, for numerous reasons. He was playing, for one. Playing with a Weasley, strike two. And he was doing slave work, manual labor. Strike three, you're out. He wasn't perfect, he was doing a muggle activity, he was using his hands, the list goes on. If anyone saw them, his reputation as well as the entire Malfoy name, would be in jeopardy.

"Weasley," he said solemly, "no one can know about this."

Ginny's smile slowly faded, and she began picking bits of leaves out of her hair. She averted her eyes.

"Why not?" she asked, not looking at Draco.

"You know," Draco replied, picking leaves and sticks out of his own hair, "reputation and such."

Ginny was hurt. Weren't they just having fun together? The moment he begins to open up, he realizes what he's doing. Then he goes back to being the same cold, bloody git as before, Ginny thought.

"Oh…" she said simply, and stood up. Draco caught the hurt in her voice and stood up too.

He moved close to her, checking to see if anyone was around first. The coast was clear.

"Look…Ginny." He whispered, "It's not that I hate you or anything," Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets. "It's just…you know…expected. Me acting like a royal brat. Runs in the family, I suppose."

"But," Ginny started, frustration welling up in her voice, "Can't you…I mean…just fuck the family name for once, Draco!"

Draco's eyes grew wide at Ginny's sudden display of anger.

"Why do you have to live up to that bullshit? Blood means nothing, haven't you realized that?"

Draco started chewing his lower lip nervously. He could guess where this one was going.

"Look at me, Draco." Ginny ordered. He couldn't, and wouldn't give her this satisfaction. Taking orders from a woman, and a Weasley, completely went against his moral code. Well, the little piece of a moral code that he had.

Ginny made a sound of frustration and reached her hand up. She turned Draco's face towards hers and held him there, by the chin. "You say pureblood makes you better, right?" Ginny didn't wait for an answer. "Then why do you still treat me and my family like shit?"

"Well, personally, Weasel, I don't believe that blood makes you better. It's money, and the fact that—"

Ginny cut him off, furious.

"So," she said, staring into his cold grey eyes. "You really think you're better than me because you can afford more superficial things?"

"Well…yes." Draco said quietly. He could buy the finest clothes, the finest women in England, but he couldn't afford to lie to Ginny.

Tears welled up in Ginny's brown eyes. She lowered her gaze, lowered her hand, and started to walk away, but paused. "Maybe money isn't everything, Draco. There are some things it cannot buy."

She slowly walked towards the castle, leaving Draco standing in the pile of leaves, thinking maybe Ginny was right...