My plot, not my characters. Except Valentine. She's all mine. muahahaha

Ginny awoke in the hospital wing on Saturday. It was already nine in the morning, but breakfast would still be for the taking, seeing as it was indeed Saturday and most everyone would simply go hungry if breakfast was only served until eight.

Madam Pomfrey released her when she said she was feeling better, and she headed straight for the Great Hall. She thought she should probably thank the Malfoy for its help. Ginny couldn't even remember how she fell, so she figured that if it weren't for him, she would have still had a broken ankle. She didn't know how she would talk to him, though. She couldn't just walk right up to his table.

She was thinking so thoughtfully that she almost didn't see him, walking in the opposite direction as her. She stopped where she was. Malfoy turned toward her and stopped when he reached her.

He waited for her to say something.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She suddenly forgot why she was standing here and what she was about to say.

He stared with his eyebrows curved sarcastically.

He then turned and continued walking away from the Great Hall.

"Malfoy!" Ginny called.

He stopped again and turned on his heels, leaning back and crossing his arms impatiently.

"Umm... Thank you for taking me to the hospital wing last night. I don't even remember how I broke my ankle... I mean, I must have hit my head or somthing, but anyways, thanks. I owe you one," Ginny sputtered out.

Malfoy stared, impassive.

A pause.

"You're welcome," he said. He went to turn, but stopped.

"Wait... You owe me one?" he sneered.

"Uh... I guess so..." Ginny said, a little worried.

"Hmmm," he said to no one in particular.

"I'm not sure I liked that "Hmmm", Malfoy,"

He smiled.

"Too bad." he continued, "You see, there's this girl... I know she has a huge crush on me... and I guess she's kind of cute... but no one can get her to admit that she's interested in me."

"Maybe she's not," Ginny said.

"Anyway,I was thinking..." He paused.

"You were thinking...?"

"Well, this might sound dumb, but I've been thinking lately that if I could get someone to pretend to really like me and if I pretend to really like her... that she might get jelous and admit it. That she likes me, I mean."

"Huh. Good luck finding someone to do that," Ginny said, turning back toward the Great Hall.

"I was thinking... since you owe me one... that you could do it."

Ginny stopped. It was an appropriate time to say 'Are you kidding?', but Ginny didn't say that because she knew that he wasn't kidding. Not at all.

"I walked right into this one" Ginny noticed.

Malfoy smiled. Indeed she had.

"I suppose there's no way out of this?"

He continued to smile. Indeed there wasn't.

"So what do I have to do?"

"Follow my lead,"

Malfoy snatched her hand in his and briskly walked back toward the Great Hall. Ginny's heart suddenly started beating, She wasn't sure why. Maybe because she had no idea what he was going to force her to do. As they approached the giant doors, she thought about turning and running. They were going to head straight into the Great Hall at peek traffic time hand in hand.

She didn't run. Was she surprised?

The Hall was packed and noisy. Ginny hoped that because it was so crowded, no one would notice them. Draco paused inside the doorway. The Gryffindor table was left and the Slytherin table was right. The Slytherins suddenly got extremely quiet. It was easy for Draco to pretend he didn't notice because the other three tables were still as noisy as ever.

"Pretend," Draco slyly whispered.

He turned her toward him and put his hands on her hips and kissed her sweetly on the lips. He then gave her a loving smile. Trying to keep up, Ginny did the same. She tried not to blush but didn't succeed.

She wasn't all to happy with his ever-present warm hands on her hips. She slid her hands onto his and took them off of her, trying to look like she just wanted to hold his hands. She pretended to be reluctant in letting go of him as she turned and walked to her own table.

She was positively shaking with nerves as she sat down to eat.

"What was that all about?" asked Hermione. Luckily, Ron and Harry were not there to see the fantastic display of luuuuv.

"Lost a bet. Don't ask"

Draco sat down at his table. He was a little shaky and wasn't sure why. He shrugged it off.

Valentine slid onto the bench on the other side of the table.

"Can you believe it? A prat that looked just like you just walked into the Hall snogging a Griffindor. A Weasley, none the less," she teased.

"Oh, Valentine, is she not the sweetest thing you've ever seen?" he asked, sighing to himself.

"Umm, no. She's not the sweetest thing I've ever seen,"

"Well, get used to her. I'm going to try and hang on to this one for more than a week," Draco adopted a dreamy expression.

Valentine stared. She tossed her shimmering blonde hair and leaned at a steeper angle so that she was sure Draco could see down her shirt.

"You know, there are some better girls out there that want you," she said, batting her eyelashes.

"Shame for them isn't it?"

Valentine was shocked. It hadn't worked. The bastard. She tried not to tear up as she stormed away.

Draco patted himself on the back. He had women all figured out. Get them jelous and they'll stop at nothing to have you. This wouldn't be the last time he heard from the gorgeous Valentine.

Bwahaha. and the plot thickens. review!