A/N: So, what's happening readers? Nothing over here. I wish you all a Happy Valentines Day, a little late. Thanks again to Nickel: sorry to have gotten in your head. Don't you hate it when that happens? Thanks to ArticAngelzTx: thanks for that, reviews like that make me happy! Thank you Swimfan! And of course thank you to the faithful readers that don't review, you guys are cool too. Okay anyways, review like always, they are appreciated.

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Ginny and Draco entered the store that previously led them to into Hogsmeade. It was considerably less crowded then before. They found that Draco was off by an hour, it was really 11 or so. Draco told Ginny to go on ahead of him and so she did but she turned her head around in curiosity. She saw Draco share a few words with the shop owner and slipping him a few galleons.

"What was that about?" Ginny asked as they got to the trapped door.

"Just some business," Draco said in a sort of mischievous voice. "Here, I'll go first." Draco jumped down and the unknown sludge substance that coated the tunnel splashed up at the bottom of his pants.

"Oh God, it was much easier going up." Ginny sat at the edge and Draco had her by her waist. Ginny landed much harder than Draco. Her feet slipped when she landed and she drug Draco down with her. She was stunned a minute but then starting laughing loudly. Draco followed suit and laughed with her.

"How graceful," he managed to get out between his laughs.

"At least you landed on top." Ginny continued laughing but Draco had stopped. He was staring at her with a look of genuine content.

"I suppose I should let you get up." Draco got up carefully so as to not fall in the mess again. He pulled Ginny up who let out a little shout. "Ladies first," he said in about THE sexiest voice Ginny had heard. She blushed at her own thoughts and went ahead.

They two of them had been talking a lot more than the first time up the tunnel. Sharing stories and swapping "secrets" that weren't so secret.

"So, you and Pansy are dating?"

"Well, in a sense. No one ever really 'dates' Pansy. We all just take our turns with her." Draco had his hands on the ceiling on the tunnel making sure to not end up in the thick muck they were walking in because now it was quite disgusting.

"That's awful! Even for her." Sure Ginny hated her but she felt that no woman should be treated like an object to have and to trade.

"Take it up with her," Draco responded in defense.

"What do you mean?"

"Pansy would rather shag someone than date them. I don't know why but she does. It's just how she is."

"Oh," Ginny said dumbly. The Weasely family trait of putting you foot in your mouth was indeed passed down to her.

A silence fell for a while, Ginny didn't know about Draco but she was feeling way uncomfortable in that sort of silence.

"I think we should get some light going. It's freaking me out to be walking in sludge in the dark." Just as she said it a thick wad of eeky crap fell on to her head. "Eww."

"Trust me, its much better this way."

"And how may I ask?" She tried to wipe off some of the thick goo of her head but all it did was slide off her head to her back. She shivered.

"Let's pretend that you could see this shit," he began.

"Uh huh."

"Now, imagine from what it feels like to what it looks like."

"Yeah,"

"Okay, now would EVER walk in it at all?"

"N-" she stopped. Point for Draco.

Of course they continued on through the disgusting tunnel of stuff no one really wants to know what. They got outside where it had stopped snowing and it was a brisk clear night.

"Well, I'm sure we must be a sight for sore eyes," Draco said with a laugh as he noticed how dirty the both were.

"I bet. Anyway, you really didn't have to walk me all the way back." Ginny saw the secret entrance to the castle that her brothers, Fred and George had shown her back in her first year. Thank God for them, she thought.

"And leave you to brave the muck and the mire by yourself?"

"Hey, I'm tough. I could've handled it," Ginny responded defensively.

"I'm sure. As soon as you went 'Luminous' you would've been so grossed out that you would've been stopped in your tracks. I, of course, would help you out but not before I reminded you that you did need help. So, in the grand scheme of things, you saved us some time."

Ginny laughed, "Aren't we the modest one?"

"Arrogant as the day is long, I know." Draco took a bow. "This is an awfully useful entrance," he said as soon as he noticed where Ginny was walking to.

"Isn't it just brilliant? I love this-" Ginny let out a mental opps.

Draco turned to her as his eyebrows shot up in a surprised sort of way. "Well, well, well look at you. How many times have we used this entrance, and exit I suppose?"

"Too many times to count, you know me. I'm such a bad egg."

He laughed, "I can tell. Only really bad asses bust out the bad egg saying."

"Hey, you better watch out. Me and my crazy self could do something awful to your manicured face." Ginny had stopped in front of him, affecting toughness.

"Not the face!" Draco gasped.

"Yeah, and I might even hurt something that's a little," Ginny lowered her voice and let her eyes travel down and back up to his face again, "further south."

Draco was pretty much speechless due to Ginny's racy comments. It was quite unpredictable and he liked it. Ginny turned forward to continue walking seeing as how the entrance was still a bit away. Draco walked behind her and she continued speaking.

"Of course that whole nasty situation could be totally avoided."

"And how may that be?"

"It would help you to stop calling me any derogatory terms."

"Such as?" Draco asked in a voice that was feigning ignorance.

"Such clever beauties as Weasel, or Weaslette. Things of that nature."

"I can not be held responsible for what I do or say when I'm in a mood," he said defensively.

"Nor can I. But you can be in a mood all the time because then would just be your attitude and if that was true I doubt I'd be talking to you."

"Now who's modest?"

"Modest as the day is long." Ginny suppressed a little smile that Draco wouldn't have seen anyway.

"Fine, no more name calling."

"That's a good start."

"You're fitting me for a short leash."

"Hardly! You be surprised how many people are decent to each other. There's quite a bit of them."

"Softies."

Ginny whipped around to tell Draco how dumb he was being but she was cut off. Draco grabbed her and kissed her a little hard but lightened up when he was sure he had hit his target. Ginny tried to yell at him for having that sort of audacity but she couldn't speak because Draco was latched on to her face pretty strong. And soon after that her tongue was busy doing something else. As the moments dragged on the kiss became more tender and by any by it was light little peck. Then Ginny and Draco pulled away ever so slowly as if they were in a daze and were too drunk to move faster than that. When Draco opened his eyes Ginny's were still closed reveling in the most awesome kiss she's ever had.

When her eyes did open she saw a smiling Draco. All she could get out was a wow. Then two steps more they were at Ginny's favorite entrance. They hugged each other in a sweet sort of way and Draco walked back to tunnel to return to his by now waiting carriage. It was time for him to go home and continue his real world but his journey into a fantasy was nice.

Ginny dexterously made her way to the common room. She practically ran into the shower and was overjoyed to get that terrible smell off of her. After that she fell on to her bed and let out a little girly sigh. How could she not? That had been the cutest, and not to mention grossest nights of her life. She was feeling tired but was awake thinking about that kiss and about Draco. She was 'awoken' in sense from her daze when she heard someone talking or more like mumbling loudly. Then she heard a loud thud. More than anything Ginny wanted to not pay attention to it and fall back into herself but that wasn't the way she was brought up (nor the way she wanted to be) so she went down to check out what going on.

There on the old, deep red couch was Harry Potter, the boy that lived, the boy that passed out. Ginny went up to her bed and grabbed an old blanket to bring back to Harry. She draped it over him and she tucked him in. As she stood up, Ginny took a minute to smile at the semi-cuteness of Harry asleep. That was completely ruined when he began snoring. Having taken plenty good care of him she left to go back to her room.

A/N: Wow that was ridiculous how long I took getting this to you. Many sorrys! Please review.