AN: OK I stayed in today to finish this so hopefully a lot of people will review cause basically I spent my whole day on this story...just a little bitter.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything...well I do own the T-shirt on my back (today it's a shirt blazoned with the logo of my middle school-talk about fashionable...)

Thanks so much to:

HyperSquishy-is he? Hahaha I won't tell...

louey31-Draco sure is a git...and we'll have to wait to see if they cross into love...or don't...oh I shan't reveal yet...

Please review cause this chapter ispretty long...

Ginny sat on her bed in her huge new room and wondered if she'd ever felt so alone. She gently touched her lips and felt again Malfoy's mouth, his tongue, and his kisses. She flushed crimson and told herself sternly 'I will not fall for Draco Malfoy. I will not!'

Still, his kisses had been amazing...and he was handsome...No! She was not going to extol Malfoy's good points (which were admittedly few and far between). She took up a quill and ink and with great deliberation wrote

"Reasons I HATE Malfoy"

Malfoy sat on his bed with Blaise, both staring into the depths of the fire. Lucius Malfoy's head stared back.

"So boy you're telling me you're hooking the Weasley girl? For what purpose?"

Draco licked his lips and said quickly, "You know how close her family is to Dumbledore- if there is a resistance, as He thinks, they are sure to be a part of it. Plants in the Ministry- no matter how useless or lowly they may be are sure to be of use to such a resistance. It would make sense. So now, we get a more or less willing Weasley to spill her guts, and if, in the worst case scenario she knows nothing, we have one more future Death Eater plant in Hogwarts."

Lucius Malfoy's mouth curled into what may generously be deemed a smile.

"Draco, don't screw this up. If you succeed, He will be most pleased, and you will do the Malfoy name proud!"

With a pop, his head disappeared from the fire.

Draco and Blaise exchanged looks of barely disguised delight.

"If this succeeds you'll be initiated," Draco said smiling.

"We just can't screw this up," Blaise replied frowning in thought.

"We won't," Draco reassured him.

"I'm seriously worried about you Draco, if we screw this up I lose nothing, but you, you lose everything. Why don't we let someone else take this over?"

"After all we've done- sit back and let someone else hog the glory? Not a chance! I thought you wanted this?"

"I do but...maybe...maybe the stakes are too high."

"I don't believe this," Draco said, "You've gone soft!"

"No!" Blaise said indignantly. "Maybe I just woke up and realized we're in over our heads."

"You've gone soft," Draco repeated.

"Are you listening to me?" Blaise demanded, "I think we're in over our heads. This isn't normal, it's not normal to have to worry about all this. All the other 6th years are worrying about N.E.W.T.s and their future careers and here we are doing...this? Haven't you ever wanted...something more?"

"More?" Draco echoed.

"Yeah," Blaise said, his voice enthused, "Haven't you ever just wanted to get away from it all? Settle down, start a family, find a job with an honest wage? Work hard and come home to a loving wife and an adoring family? Teach your son how to play Quidditch? It would be a humble life but damn it – it'd be satisfying."

"You've not just gone soft, you've gone mad- stark raving mad."

"Doesn't that sound nice though?" Blaise asked him desperately.

"I guess it sounds nice...but it's not logical! Look, we Slytherin are always getting screwed-it's just us against the world. We have to fight tooth and nail for each millimeter of success. Success just doesn't happen to us, we have to earn it. As for that happiness crap, it doesn't even factor into the equation! It's a bum rap but that's life. Where the hell did you get these stupid ideas from? You're starting to sound like a goddamn Hufflepuff! Is it Pansy? I don't even know what you see in that girl. I'm starting to worry about you Blaise, this is getting ridiculous. Some days I think you might even be in love with the girl," he shuddered.

"Draco, it seems less and likely that you will ever find anything remotely resembling love."

"Love," Draco sneered," Love is for the weak. A hindrance's what it is. Why would I ever want that? Blaise, you of all people should know that love is the most easily exploited emotion. Take Precious Potter for example, I know for a fact that we will be using his blind love for those precious friends of his to manipulate him."

Blaise shook his head sadly, "Draco my old friend, I pity you. I only hope that in the unlikely event that love ever has you in her throes you will not fight but instead surrender willingly."

"Look Blaise snap the fuck out of it! You've got me seriously worried. You're sudden flight of fancy is really spooking me! I need you now more than ever. Tell me right now if you feel that this...whatever the hell it is that's taken hold of you, will interfere wit our ability to complete this job? Are you fully behind this? I don't need to remind you how crucial this is for me. Not to mention you! Don't forget I've got my ass on the line backing you as it is. I swore up and down that you were the type of person we want in our ranks! Don't go all mushy on me now. So do you feel capable of continuing this?

Blaise sighed and said, "Draco you know that I'd never fail you. I'm fully capable of continuing, Brother," he said solemnly putting up his right hand.

Draco placed his own palm against Blaise's, "Brother," he replied.

Had it really been five years since he and Blaise had become blood brothers?

Draco's mind delved back instantly to that night five years ago.

The small black boy had been the only other boy sorted into Slytherin- Crabbe and Goyle didn't count in his book. Draco had approached the boy and they'd immediately connected. They both were an only child and each had had a lonely childhood.

One night they both found themselves awake and feeling particularly alone. Each had admitted a desire to have had a brother growing up, it had been Blaise who had suggested they become blood brothers. Neither had been sure exactly how one went about doing that so they followed Blaise's recollection of such a ceremony in a book.

They had used a knife and first Draco had nicked Blaise's right palm then Blaise had done the same to Draco's left palm. They had joined hands and had whispered "Brother" solemnly.

Whether or not that had been the correct method it didn't matter, they were now blood brothers, and neither, they vowed, would ever have to be alone.

It had been rather corny Draco thought later reflecting upon the event. Yet it had always given him a thrill to think he had an honest-to-goodness brother. They had been inseparable ever since though they had told no one about the night. It had always served as a reminder, whenever rifts should arise, as they always seemed to do, one or the other would raise his palm. It was the sign of their brotherhood.

A knock at the door broke the spell. Draco walked to the door, wondering who the heck it was. He opened the door to reveal a flustered Weasley.

"Weasel?" He said perplexed.

"This is for you," she said thrusting a piece of parchment at him.

He took it and looked up to demand an explanation but she was gone.

"What did she give you?" Blaise asked.

Draco gave him the paper and Blaise read it with much amusement.

"Reasons I HATE Malfoy"

1. He's an arrogant git

2. He's a Death Eater

3. He's a Malfoy

4. He's cruel

5. He's obsessed with wizarding blood and consumed with hatred towards Mudbloods

6. He's ruthless

7. He has no conscience

8. He has no morals

9. He's full of himself

10. He treats girls terribly

11. He has a huge ego

12. He's a bastard

13. The whole school hates him

14. He makes people's lives miserable

"What's so amusing?" Draco snapped.

"Well this is good-she wrote down the reasons she hates you. That means she needed to reinforce them, meaning she's starting to fall for you. Plus this is perfect, if you just treat her nicely and do a few of the other things on the list she'll fall for you."

"Why do I have to be nice to the stupid Weasel," Draco sighed.

"That's another thing-you ought to call her by her first name."

"I don't even know her first name. She's a Weasel that's good enough for me."

"Her name is Ginny, God I'm starting to think that maybe she's onto something."

Ginny lay on her bed gazing up at the ceiling. At the time it had seemed like such a good idea to give Malfoy the list but now it seemed like a petty childish thing to do. She'd made a fool of herself. He would taunt her, quoting the reasons no doubt. Still, it had been good to get down a few reasons. She'd thought there would have been a ton more but she couldn't think of them, and for some reason the image of him fending off those Ravenclaw boys kept popping into her mind as she wrote.

She heard a knock at the door and wondered idly who it was. She eased herself off the bed and opened the door.

There stood Malfoy, how was it possible for him to always take her breath away. He looked so amazing, what with his pale hair tumbling into his gray eyes.

She shook herself from her musings and said in an irritated voice, "What?"

"I just wanted to tell you that you forgot 'Handsome devil' on your list," he said smirking.

She made as to close the door but he stuck his foot in and stopped it.

"Seriously though," he continued, "I have a few questions to ask you Ginny."

"What did you say?"

"I said I have a few questions to ask you," he repeated.

"No, I thought you said Ginny."

"Well that's your name –isn't it?" Draco replied, only with him it was an actual question.

"Well yes," she admitted, "But I never expected you to call me that."

"Do you prefer Weasley?"

"No, no," she said, "But wow."

"What?" He replied fairly indignant.

"It's just that I never thought I'd see the day...just think... a civil Malfoy-it's like..." she frowned.

"A rich Weasley?" Draco offered smirking.

Ginny started to frown then unexpectedly laughed. "Yes, a rich Weasley. So shall I call you Draco?"

"If you wish," he answered.

"You know you surprise me Mal-Draco...you're not like anyone else."

"I can say the same for you," he pointed out.

"So is this the start of a beautiful friendship?" Ginny asked, her smile mocking.

"You tell me," Draco smirked, pushing her against the door and kissing her roughly.