A.N- Sorry for the wait, been busy. And have had writer's block... And the weathers just starting to get warm... And school is almost done...

Sorry, I know this isn't really that long either. Not as long as I had hoped it would be... But just thought I'd add this chapter to the story anyways.

Read on.

He pulled her into the pub. The smell of alcohol was strong, and the smoke suddenly hitting her eyes forced her to close them tightly. She swallowed hard as she stood in the middle of this place. Would she be recognized? Would he be recognized? There was no reason why they wouldn't be. Both were large, pure, wizarding families. The Malfoys and the Weasleys. He pulled on her hand again, and she allowed him to lead her.

"Are you alright, Ginny?"

She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He sat at a small table, staring up at her expectantly. Ginny took the seat across from him, but said nothing, she only gawked. He looked behind then back at her questioningly, "What is it?"

"Ginny. Since when has my name changed from being a Weasle?" She asked him.

Draco's eyes looked from wall to wall. They were cut off from the few others in the tavern, but it was doubtful that they'd be listening to their conversation. They were all drunk. His eyes met hers and he shrugged, "We all have to grow up sometime, Ginerva. Simple name calling is not as amusing and satisfying as it once was." His tone was soft, calm, and serious.

She smiled. He wasn't so awful when she was alone with her. "Oh, I see, Draco." She said with a nod. They held each other's gaze but then quickly dropped it.

"Yeah..." He coughed in an uneasy way.

"So why are we here? Not back at the school?"

"We've got a bit of time to kill before going back. Might as well spend it here." Draco leaned back in his chair. He shrugged, "Blaise and I got permission from Snape to come to London, certain supplies you see. Atleast, that's the reason we used." Draco answered her unsaid question. "Blaise asked first, then when I heard I asked the following day."

"Oh." She said shortly, looking down to the table.

"Why is Potter here?"

Ginny heard the same tone in his voice that he had always used when saying Harry's name. Complete loathing and hate. She lifted her eyes back up to him. He had been in London for a meeting with Lupin in regards to the Order. She found out last week. Ginny shrugged, "I don't know." She lied.

He nodded slowly, but continued to watch her intently. "Don't I get a thanks?" He asked after a few seconds with a slight scold in his eyes.

"A thanks? For what?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Saving you from Blaise. Hate to think what would happen if I didn't help."

Ginny stared at him, then shook her head, an annoyed expression on her face. "You didn't help."

"I pulled you away."

"You lead me away from the fight. The fight between Blaise and Harry. Harry helped. He was there first."

Draco stared at her then a scowl flashed across his face, "What?"

"He came before you did."

"Well he was my best friend at one point. I just can't let that go and beat him to a bloody pulp, even though I wanted to."

Ginny stared at him then shook her head once more, "It doesn't matter. I didn't need your help. I didn't need Harry's either."

She was sick of people always helping her, as if she couldn't do anything for herself. Ginny was not a fragile little bird. She wasn't made of glass. God forbid anyone let her do anything by herself. "I can do things for myself."

Draco glared then looked down at the table. He wasn't serious about the thanks, but she seemed to get so worked up about why he didn't deserve one. You couldn't blame him for being a tad bit upset. "Well fine then, Weasley!" He said loudly, standing up, bumping the table as he did. Eyes turned to them. "Fine! I won't ever help again if that's the way it want it!"

Ginny stood up along with him, "Don't raise your voice to me, you twitchy ferret!" They held eye contact for another moment before she turned away from him, "I DON'T NEED HELP!" She yelled as she walked to the back room of the pub, surely to use the passage to go to Diagon Alley.

Draco stared after her, not sure of what to do.

He felt hands on his shoulders, and could smell the whiskey and rum on the breath of the man behind him.

"Don't worry, mate- let her cool off." He said, patting Draco's shoulder.

"Plenty o' fish in the sea!" Another drunk chimed in.

Draco glared. Who did they think they were? Trying to give him advice? Besides, it wasn't like Ginny was his girlfriend. Even if she was, it wasn't their business.

"Don't touch me!" He yelled taking a step forward and spinning around to face the man who put his hands on his shoulders. "SHUT-UP!" He yelled at all of them.

"Just shut-up! I don't want your pity! You've got no right to even be talking to me, you filthy drunks!" He yelled, walking towards the door out to the city of London.

As soon as the door closed behind him, the man that hand his hand on Draco's shoulder looked to the man that said that there were more fish in the sea. "Teenagers." He said with a laugh. The other drunk laughed as well, nodding in agreement, "Malfoys.."