Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would have a fashion stylist pick out my clothes. Every day. For the rest of my life. So I could sleep in and not worry about what I have to wear.

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Draco woke up Thursday to the swish of opening curtains and a sudden light bathing over him. He groaned in protest and rolled over, burying his face under his pillow. There was a musical laugh that did not belong to the house elf in charge of waking him, and he froze. Was that-?

"Come on Draco, wake up," said Ginny, pulling the pillow off of his head.

"What are you doing here?" he moaned, reaching for the other pillow and pulling that one over his head.

"I stayed the night, remember? Pansy asked me to," she said, pulling away that one as well with a swift yank.

"Yes, but what are you doing here?"

"Waking you up," she said, way to cheerful for the morning.

He frowned, distinctly remembering a time when she wasn't a morning person. "You're not always like this in the morning, are you?" he asked.

"Only after my shower," she said. "Now get up." She thwacked him with one of the confiscated pillows.

He turned his head to look at her. She was in a silky dressing gown that was a pleasant coral color and her hair was wet and pulled back in a sloppy bun. He made a show of pulling up the covers even higher and closing his eyes. He was not expecting the pillow smacking him in the face.

"Hey!" he said, opening his eyes again.

"I've grown up with six brothers," she said. "I know how to get them up. Besides, it's seven-thirty."

"What?" he demanded, sitting up and kicking the covers off. Ginny blushed, making him realize he was just in a pair of dangerously low sweat pants, his pale toned chest and abs completely bare. Her blush made him smirk, and then he realized what she said. "Seven-thirty?" he demanded again.

It was Ginny's turn to smirk. "Six-thirty," she amended. "I just knew it would get you up."

Draco glared, but stood up, running a hand through his hair.

"Porcupine," said Ginny, now smiling. He decided that he liked her smile, but it faded as her eyes fastened on his chest, more specifically, his side. "Is that where-?" she asked. He looked down to see the scar from his father, just under his ribs on his left side.

"Yeah," he said, shifting a little.

She reached out then hesitated. "Can I?" she whispered.

His breath stuck in his throat and he mutely nodded though his whole body tensed as her hand came closer. Her touch was feather soft, but he couldn't stop the flinch that caused her to retract her hand as if burnt.

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly. "Did I-?"

He cut her off. "It doesn't hurt."

She turned her hazel eyes on his face. "Then why did you flinch?"

"I didn't-," he stopped his denial, knowing it was a complete lie. "I'm not used to people touching me," he said, a note of defiance in his voice. "That's all." He met her soft gaze with a challenging stare.

"I see," said Ginny, keeping her eyes locked on his. She reached out again, he knew because he could see her hand in his peripheral vision and he stiffened even more. He shut his eyes tight as her hand came closer and then found the scar on his side, causing him to shudder. He forced himself to relax as she explored the raised line and he opened his eyes to find her own still on his, and he had a feeling that in that moment, she learned more about him than he was comfortable with, and in response to that second of panic, his mask slammed shut on his face with a resounding echo. She noticed the change and withdrew her hand.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice as soft as her touch. She brought her fingers to her mouth, kissed them, and then placed them once more on his scar. And then she turned around and left, closing the door behind her. He sat back on the bed, shaking hard and not knowing why.

They didn't talk about that moment again, and for that Draco knew he should be grateful, but yet he couldn't bring himself to feel it.

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Saturday came and Draco was at his office. It was Saturday April 2nd in fact which meant the Tuesday coming up would be the first Tuesday in April and that meant a 'family' dinner. Draco was invited; he had in fact been invited several times by several different people. Hermione sent him a letter saying that, as it was her house the party was at, no matter what he did, Ginny couldn't un-invite him, although she didn't recommend doing anything to Ginny because she was the youngest sister to six very over-protective brothers who would also be in attendance. Blaise and Pansy also had invited him, literally making him swear to go to the next one after threatening him with all sorts of evils if he didn't go.

He had met with Snape a few times for tea (he had coffee, which had caused Snape to frown in disgust) and Sev had told him he had better go because he was sick of being the only Slytherin there. He had then gone on to say that the Zabinis didn't count because they were married and far too happy for any true Slytherin.

Harry had even asked if he was going. They had met up a few times to discuss a charity event, which was scheduled to begin in an hour, and Potter had casually wondered if he was going. He had asked so casually in fact that Draco immediately knew there was some type of motive besides true curiosity that prompted him to speak.

"Why are you asking?" Draco asked, his mask ready to slip on at any moment.

Harry shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sick of being the only unattached male there," he said awkwardly. "Besides Snape of course and he doesn't really count. Neither do Fred and George, they have each other. And because I'm unattached and Ginny is as well, they're always, you know, forcing us to sit next to each other and dropping casual hints."

"I thought she liked you," said Draco noncommittally, as if this subject didn't bother him in the least, when in all actuality he was suddenly nervous and hoping they weren't together.

Harry snorted. "That was a second year crush," he said. "We actually did try going out to dinner to make everyone happy, but that was the most awkward date any of us have ever had. We're like brother and sister, that's it."

Part of Draco sighed in relief, another part was practically jumping in joy, and part of him yelled angrily for them to shut the hell up. He and Ginny did not have a thing anymore. They didn't have a thing ever, he told himself harshly.

"I'm going," Draco affirmed. "Pansy would have my head if I didn't."

Harry looked relieved. "Thanks," he said. "Alright, now about this charity thing…,"

Draco pushed himself out of his thoughts and glanced at the clock. Ten-thirty in the morning. The event would begin at eleven; he might as well go now. Ginny had the same idea for she came into his office.

"We should probably head down a little early," she said. She was already wearing her coat, a light weight blue one that reached her ankles.

"Probably," Draco agreed. He thought about picking up the papers, forms, and letters that covered his desk, but then decided it was too much hassle. He grabbed his coat and the two walked through the mostly deserted office building. He had called his team of analyst in to keep track of the economy, in fact he had them on a rotating twenty four hour shift, so that there was someone always watching the numbers, so if something started happening he would be alerted no matter what hour or what day. They stepped outside and several cameras went off as he had been constantly hounded by the paparazzi and reporters ever since the 'undercover mover' fiasco.

They Apparated away and appeared at a rather remote Quidditch field. A large orange sign read "The Canon Carnival" and in smaller letters, 'hosted by Malfoy Enterprises'. All across the field were several different booths set up with games.

One was a magical dunking booth where the children could hit a bludger towards a target and dunk a Canon player. There was another station where children could ride brooms and play a miniature game of Quidditch (the brooms had an adjustable height on them so the older kids could go higher). And there was a capture the flag set up, a take off on a Muggle game in the States that Draco had found amusing.

He had collaborated with the Weasley twins on this one. There was a large area set aside for this game, and great large padded blocks and pillars completely covered the area. Each team wore different colored jumpers and each child was given a special wand. Fred and George had come up with these and the only thing they did was cause a blue "X" to appear on the jumper the kids wore. The object of the game was for the orange team to capture the flag of the green team and visa versa, but each flag was deep in enemy territory. The kids would both have to defend their flag and also go on the offense, but if they were hit by a spell and received an "X", they would have to return to the sideline and wait until the "X" wore off. To discourage cheating, the wands would not work while the "X" was on their sweater.

There were a few other games, such as a Quaffle toss, a Snitch find, and a large maze made of hedges. There were also food stands and little candy and snack shops. Draco had said that the carnival was to promote the Canon team, and while that was true, he had another purpose for it.

He had advertised the carnival by sending invitations to every wizarding family in England. The brochure boasted of free games for the children and autographs from the entire Chudley Canon team but inside it he had placed two free meal tickets. He knew what the parents would do. They would go take the kids for some fun, and give them a meal out, but skip lunch themselves so they wouldn't have to spend any money. So he priced the meals at half their usual cost, so that the parents would see that it was cheap to eat there, and the kids were having fun, so they would buy food for themselves as well. Some of them, remembering that they had received their first paycheck and now didn't have to pay rent because they had a house, would see the cheap candy and sweets as well, and think 'why not' and buy dessert as well for their kids. And if they bought sweets, other people would as well.

Draco was not expecting to make a profit off of this; he was merely trying to introduce people into the concept of buying things again.

Harry was flying when they arrived, but when he spotted them, he went into a steep twirling dive, landed, and jogged over to meet them, shouldering his Meteor 3000.

"This broom," he said to Draco, who had given them to the team two days ago "is wicked." He was grinning wildly and his hair was hopelessly mussed.

"Show-off," said Draco, impressed at his flying, but not admitting it. Harry knew him well enough to know that was a compliment.

"You wanna give it a go?" he asked Draco, holding it out.

"Got one at home," said Draco, declining.

"How 'bout you, Gin?" asked Harry.

"Definitely," she said, unbuttoning her coat and revealing low-cut jeans and a chocolate brown sweater.

"What did I tell you about jeans?" asked Draco, trying not to notice how they hugged her hips and how the sweater was a wide-necked one, revealing her ivory shoulders.

"Don't wear them at work," she said blithely. "But we're not at work, now are we?" She grabbed the broom and then tossed her coat at Draco, who caught it by instinct. "Hold onto that for me, 'kay? Thanks." And she straddled the broom and kicked off hard. She was thirty meters in the air in the blink of an eye, giving a shout of laughter that made the corner of Draco's lips twitch.

"She's a handful, isn't she?" asked Harry. Draco turned his attention to the Seeker, and noticed that the black-haired man was watching him with his own smile playing on his lips. Draco wiped the smile off of his face and cocked an eyebrow.

"A handful?" he asked, allowing his voice to hold all sorts of connotations.

Harry reacted like he knew he would, shooting him a disgusted look and shaking his head, but dropping the subject.

"So, how's the team going?" asked Draco, folding Ginny's coat and draping it over his arm.

"Pretty good," said Harry. "Oliver is an amazing Keeper. I'm surprised he was kept second string for the Tornado's."

"Wood is good," Draco agreed. "Denson was a fool for letting me take him. He has this notion his starters have to be under twenty-five, which is stupid. Look at Tim Briar, perhaps the best Keeper ever and he started when he was twenty-seven and played for fourteen years straight."

"And Rett," said Harry. "He was thirty."

"He was good too," said Draco. "Do you think we have a chance at the World Cup?"

"Difficult to say," said Harry. "France has got Ames for a Seeker. He's good. I've been watching the tapes from last year's game and I think he's better than me."

"We've got the better Chaser's though, all you have to do is distract him long enough for us to pull ahead one-fifty. Plus, he's been in training for three years straight, and you've got three weeks, give yourself more time."

"Our first game is in two months," said Harry.

"You'll be ready," said Draco.

"The Canon's have never won a World Cup," said Harry.

"Yeah, well, no one had ever survived the killing curse before you came along either," said Draco. "I'm holding out that your dumb luck takes us to the Cup."

"Dumb luck?" asked Harry.

"My explanation to how The-Boy-Who-Is-The Stupidest- Man-To-Ever-Live managed to survive a killing curse and defeat the Dark Lord. There's no way you're smart enough for that, so I fall back on the only other logical option, sheer, dumb luck."

"I don't get why you're always harping on Gryffindors for being dumb. According to your standards, you defying the Dark Lord when the entire Order was captured is the most Gryffindor-dumb thing you could have done."

"I blame it on a bad childhood," said Draco flippantly. "What's your excuse?"

"I can't cope with fame and have an inferiority complex," said Harry easily. "And if I got through life on dumb luck, you got through it with your parents money. I'm holding out that you can buy us the World Cup."

"There's an idea," Draco mused, looking mock thoughtful. "I'll have to look into it. Thanks for tipping me off, Potter."

"No problem, Malfoy. Though I can't help but wonder, what's next?"

"What do you mean?" asked Draco.

"Well, you've already got control of the economy, now you're practically building a wing onto the Ministry, then you're going to buy the World Cup, what do you have your sights on next."

"Hogwarts, of course," said Draco, as if this were obvious. "I'll simply nip over and offer Dumbledore his very own lemon drop company in exchange for the school. And if he hesitates, I'll throw in a few chocolate frogs with his new card in them."

Harry laughed. "Unfortunately for you, Dumbledore is retired. He disappeared three years ago with a note that said he was on a well-deserved vacation. McGonagall is Headmistress now."

Draco grimaced. "Never mind, I'll let her keep Hogwarts."

"Scared of McGonagall?" Harry teased.

"Damn straight," said Draco. "She was the only teacher that wasn't even the slightest bit intimidated by me, besides Snape of course. I actually had to work for my grade in that class. I think all Slytherins were afraid of her."

"Only fair," said Harry. "You had Snape, and he was a terror."

Draco grinned. "He's not that bad. I can count a whole lot of teachers who were worse."

"I'd like to see you try."

"The fake Moody, Quirrel, Umbridge,-,"

"Hey, you liked Umbridge," said Harry. "Remember your whole little Inquisitional Squad."

Draco smiled. "You're just sore we found out about your little defense club."

"Partly," Harry admitted. "But you did work for her."

"Only because she had ties to Daddy-dearest," said Draco. "And you're changing the topic. They were a whole lot worse than Snape; I mean all of them tried to kill you."

"True," Harry conceded. "But none of them scared me like Snape did."

"He does have that affect on most people," Draco agreed.

"But of course, you're immune to it, that whole godson thing and all." Draco shot him a surprised look. "Hermione told me," Harry clarified. "I suppose a good dose of Snape when you're younger takes the fear away. Zakir really seems to love him. Of course Snape has loosened up a good deal; he's almost human now."

Draco smirked. "Don't let him hear you say that or he'll go right back to his snarky old self."

Harry grinned as well and then a horde of flashbulbs went off as the press arrived and flocked the two celebrities.

"Damnit," Harry swore. "I hate these guys."

As if she had heard him, Ginny landed in a perfect sweeping dive next to the two, and handed Harry his broom. Harry took it and gave Ginny a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks, Gin, you're a lifesaver." He swung his leg over the side and took off into the air. The press turned to Draco, as he was the only one left, and began asking questions, most of them were about the economy and his business, but some of them were about the wild rumors that were a side effect of being famous.

Draco raised his hands to silence them. "I am answering no questions today," he said firmly. "I invited you here because you wanted to get pictures of the carnival, not because you wanted another exclusive on me. You are not to interview myself, or my business manager, or Harry Potter. You are to mingle with the children that will be arriving soon, and ask questions of the parents, but that is all. If you do hassle myself or those I have warned you against, I will have you thrown out. Thank you."

He guided Ginny away from the horde of reporters and handed her the coat he had been holding.

"Thanks," she said, slipping it on. He had to smile at her. Her cheeks were pink from the wind during her flight and her eyes were practically sparkling with excitement. Her hair was tangled and windswept, and it made her look absolutely gorgeous. She caught his gaze, blushed, and then looked at him with question in her eyes to why he was smiling at her.

"Your hair's all mussed," he said.

Her hands flew to her hair and tried to work through the tangles. She gave up and removed a hair tie from around her wrist and pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail that was just as adorable as her mussed look, but more presentable.

"Better?" she asked.

"Stunning," he said, taking her arm and putting it through his. "Simply stunning."

She looked surprised that he had initiated the contact, and he was surprised as well, but Harry had kissed her, and that was something he had wanted to do for a very long time. Well, only since Thursday, but it seemed like eternity for him, watching her at work, having her so close and yet still out of reach. He still got shivers when he thought of her touch and he had been longing to have her near him again. So he merely smirked at her and reveled in the fact that her arm was linked through his and that he could feel her warmth even through the many layers of clothing between them.

He escorted her around the field as children began to arrive, running excitedly around the calmer parents. And within the first five minutes, he knew that it was a hit.

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The carnival reached its crescendo around four in the afternoon with the signing of autographs by the Canon team and followed by a flying demonstration that left the audience breathless. The wind had gotten a little chillier and most people began to gather their children and leave as the flight show was the last scheduled performance. Harry entertained the children that were left by volunteering himself for the dunking booth. Draco waited until most of the guests and reporters were gone and then took the opportunity to whack the bludger into the target and sending Harry plummeting into the water, despite Potter's protests that he was cheating because it was a game for little kids.

"It just gives me such a since of…pleasure? Joy? Happiness? No, I think it's just for the amusement," Draco told the Boy-Who-Lived-But-Was-Now-Really-Wet.

"I'm glad that I can provide you with a source of entertainment," said Harry scathingly, but there was laughter in his emerald eyes as he climbed out of the tank.

Draco smirked as the bedraggled Seeker climbed out of the water, shivering as the biting wind pierced the wet uniform.

"You look like a drowned pumpkin Potter," Draco said. "Orange really isn't your color."

"Maybe you should have bought a different team then," said Harry, sitting back on the edge of the platform in case another child would like to dunk the savior of the wizarding world.

"Not my team-," Draco began.

"I know, I know," said Harry. "It's an international team; you ca-Ginny? No, come on Ginny, I'm cold enough as it is."

Ginny had come over and had picked up the beater's bat, her intent perfectly clear.

"Gin, come on," whined Harry. Draco smirked again as the bludger appeared hovering in mid-air. Ginny hit it with a well-practiced swing – Fred and George must have taught her – and sent the ball dead center on the target.

The platform underneath Harry dropped and he was sent SPLASH into the large tank of water below. The tank had a glass window so that Draco could see the Quidditch player submerged in the neck deep water. Harry surfaced, shaking his head like a dog and sending droplets flying from his jet-black locks. He climbed up the ladder as he spluttered and glared at the red-headed witch who had the gall to laugh at him. Draco snorted as well, and Harry turned to glare at him too, though his glare wasn't in the least bit frightening, but then his emerald eyes focused on something behind Draco.

Draco sensed movement and started to whip around but strong hands caught his wrists and a pair of burly arms snaked under his arms and clenched around his torso, lifting him into the air. On instinct Draco ducked and twisted to the left, nearly dislodging his assailants, but then a grinning man with spiky brown hair in an orange uniform grabbed his feet and Draco was at the mercy of 'his' Quidditch team.

"Quick, haul him up to the platform," said a mischievous voice that belonged to the man with his arms wrapped around his chest. It was Rick Bradbury, one of the beaters, who was as large as Crabbe Sr., only instead of fat, he was all muscle.

"Bradbury, I swear I'll fire you," Draco threatened as the players started hauling him to the water tank. He struggled with his captors, but there were six of them and they were all in perfect shape from training. "Wood, I'll send you back Denson!" Draco yelled at the man holding his feet.

"Rick, shut him up will ya?" Oliver asked Bradbury and one of the arms around his torso moved to his face and a gloved hand clamped over his mouth.

Draco still fought to get free, only he was pretty much resigned to his fate. Over the delighted shouts and laughs of the team he could hear Ginny's musical laughter and Harry's snickers. He was carried up the steps to the tank and onto the deck area.

"Get ready, Ginny!" Oliver hollered. "Alright, we set him down on three. One, two, THREE!" They sat him down on the platform, Bradbury holding his upper arms to keep him on the ledge and Ginny hit the bludger. The platform dropped and Draco plunged into the water.

The cold was a jolt to his system and he nearly sucked in a breath in surprise, but he suppressed the urge. His plummet took him straight to the bottom and he pushed of the floor of the tank, glad that the water was only neck deep because if it was any deeper, he would have to strip off his heavy coat and kick off his shoes in order to reach the top. His head broke surface and he gratefully took a breath of the cold air.

He glared at the team who were doubled over with loud guffaws and gleeful chuckles, but they were laughing so hard they were practically crying and they couldn't see the death glare he shot them, which really was too bad as he had been practicing that glare for the six years he had been away and it was truly frightening and he had been saving it for a moment like this.

He sighed and began to climb up the ladder, hindered by his coat. Once he reached the top, he stripped it off, leaving him in a casual royal blue shirt and a pair of khaki pants. He refrained from shaking his hair out like Potter had done, but did run his hand through it to get the access moisture out.

"Hey Draco, blue's a good color for you," said Harry in a mock of Draco's earlier taunt. "And I don't mean the shirt."

Draco knew what he meant. It was a curse of the Malfoy pale skin; whenever they were in the least bit chilled their skin took on a bluish hue. And because he had just been dropped in a vat of ice-cold water, he figured he was looking very hypothermic at the moment.

Harry joined him as he walked down the steps with as much dignity as he could muster. They both stopped when they reached the ground and saw Ginny in hysterics, tears falling from her eyes as she fought to catch her breath from her laughter.

Draco and Harry exchanged a look, and then on one accord, took off for the woman who had dunked them both. She didn't even have time to run. Draco grabbed her hands and Harry grabbed her ankles and they hoisted her into the air.

"Harry, don't," she managed through her laughs. "Don't you even dare. I'll sick Ron on you."

"He would agree with me," said Harry, unmoved by her threats.

"Malfoy put me down. I swear I'll quit. I'll get Shelia to switch your coffee to decaf."

"I can taste the difference," said Draco. "Although, if you beg for our forgiveness, we'll consider letting you go."

"Never," said Ginny, laughing.

"Fine," said Draco and Harry together and they carried her up the steps.

"On three," said Harry. "One." They swung her over the water. "Two." They swung her again. "Three!" They swung her out and dropped her. She fell with a shriek and came up spluttering with indignation.

"It's cold, isn't it?" asked Draco. "Don't you feel bad dunking both of us?"

"Actually," said Ginny treading water as she was a good head shorter that he was and couldn't reach the bottom, "I'm finding it very refreshing."

"Are you now?" asked Draco, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," said Ginny. "I was rather hot; I felt like I was standing on a tropical beach I was so warm. You know, with the white sands and roasting hot sun. I was practically sweating."

"Then I suppose that sound I am hearing is Caribbean maracas playing in the background and not your teeth chattering?" Draco asked, smirking.

"Yes, maracas," said Ginny, raising her chin haughtily.

"Come on Weasley," said Draco, ending the charade because he knew Ginny's pride would keep her in there all night if they kept this up. "Get out before you catch cold."

"I'm not the one with the blue lips," said Ginny, though she did start up the ladder.

"Are my lips really blue?" Draco asked Harry.

"More of a purple," said Harry.

Draco grimaced; he hated looking disheveled. His business manager joined them at the top and he cast a quick drying charm on her, then himself, although with a soaking like that they were still left a little damp.

"Well, I'm going to head home," said Draco, turning to Harry.

"See you Tuesday, right?" Harry asked.

"Tuesday," Draco agreed. They shook hands and Draco turned to the rest of the team. "I should lower your pay after that," he told them, but there was a slight smile playing at his lips that he couldn't quite smother.

They laughed and said their goodbyes, which Draco returned. He then turned to Ginny. "You're coming over for dinner and a hot shower," he told her. "Pansy would have my head if you got sick."

"Just make sure that she showers alone, alright Malfoy?" said Harry, giving them a wink full of a connotation that made Ginny blush scarlet, but than she waved her wand and Harry was knocked back into the tank by an invisible force. Draco laughed and the two Disapparated to Malfoy Estate.

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Ughhhhhh. Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I couldn't get anything in this chapter to go right, and I have papers, and my roommates are bugging the CRAP out of me. I swear, if I have to hear her go on one more time about her boy problems, I'll….GAH!

Sorry (ducks head in shame). Anyways, please review. It'll make me feel better.