Disclaimer: This story was actually written as a collaboration betweenmy best friend (pen name SugaAngel86) and I. We do not own Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, etc. Only Tiger Lily, Bianca, and Kitty's Loveshack our ours (as well as some minor characters we added who are the offspring of characters we all know and love). Please review - constructive criticism welcome!

DADA

"One more year, Bianca. One more year," said Tiger Lily to her best friend, running a hand through the long raven black hair she'd inherited from her father and rolling her giant emerald green eyes.

"Really, T.L., is that all you ever think about? We just got back!"

"So? I hate this class!"

"Well maybe it'll be different this year. We are supposed to have a new professor," said Bianca, with an exasperated look at the girl beside her.

"Whatever," sighed Tiger Lily, anxious to stop her cousin before she went on one of her hour-long spiels. "I still hate Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, just because our parents used it doesn't mean that we're going to. Besides, Voldemort has been dead for almost twenty years!"

"True, but there are still other dark wizards out there." The auburn-haired girl pursed her lips, reminding Tiger Lily of her aunt; Bianca was giving her the same look her aunt had, with those same chocolate brown eyes, when she had been caught doodling on one of her school books.

"Like who?"

"Like--"

Just then, a man entered the room, causing an abrupt silence. He had short, spiky, silver-blonde hair and gray eyes. The girls in the room held their breaths with wide eyes as he stalked to the front of the room, while the boys just scowled at the reason for their swooning girls. The man smirked and took a piece of parchment from the desk, along with a quill. Time for roll call. Tiger Lily zoned out until--

"Tiger Lily--huh," the man stopped suddenly, glancing at her name, then around the room curiously. Tiger Lily raised a hand slightly and he gazed at her for a moment. Then he went on taking roll, and finally called out the last name on the list of seventh year Ravenclaws. "Bianca--Weasley!"

Bianca gulped. "Here, S-Sir."

Smirking still more, the dashing blonde put the parchment and quills back on his desk. "All right. I'm Professor Malfoy and this, obviously, is Defense against the Dark Arts."

So that's what Dad meant when he said a "drawl."

"If you are in the wrong classroom, I suggest you leave promptly."

Tiger Lily sighed softly and muttered under her breath, "I love this class."

The professor winked at her but went on. "We are going to review what you know with a quiz." Hearing several groans, he added, "Don't worry, it's not for a grade. Probably."

Professor Malfoy began to issue parchments out to the class with pre-written questions on them. Tiger Lily didn't really notice, as she was staring at the man, so he decided to do something about it. He stared back--right into her eyes.

After a few minutes, she realized what was going on and took in a sharp breath. "Oh!"

She scrambled to begin the quiz, but after reading the first question and starting the answer she began to daydream again (though, thankfully, not while staring at her professor). She went through the entire quiz this way, until at last she finished her quiz and could daydream in peace. Or so she thought.

"Tiger Lily." The girl looked up at him, startled. "Are you finished with the exam?"

"Yes Sir."

"Could you bring it up here please?"

"Yes Sir."

When she didn't make a move (she felt frozen to her seat, even with Bianca nudging her and the class watching), he raised an eyebrow. "You have legs, don't you? You can walk and all?"

"Yes Sir."

As she still wouldn't budge, he stood and walked over to her desk, front row center. He leaned over and got very close to her face as her eyes got bigger and bigger.

Quietly, and with not a little amusement, he said, "Do you find me attractive, Tiger Lily?"

She grinned. "Yes Sir." The Weasley girl beside her began to laugh and Tiger Lily turned a brilliant shade of red. "I mean . . . Um . . ."

Professor Malfoy smiled. "Really."

"Uh . . . um . . . It's . . . Damn."

Malfoy was taken aback for a second, but was quick to recover. "Got a mouth on you, don't you?"

Suddenly, something overtook Tiger Lily and she smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Malfoy smiled slightly, chuckling and shaking his head. He walked back to his desk, but throughout the rest of the class period found his gaze returning to the feisty girl in front, the one who looked almost exactly like Ginevra Weasley.