Dusclaimer: IfI owned Harry Potter then I wouldn't be sitting here simply writing about their adventures now would I. That and I'd be so rich I wouldn't have to work on a stupid Windows 98. So in conclusion any dimwit with half a brain would be able to figure out that I am not in fact the one and only JK but in fact a pathetically horrible writer simply playing with the oh so wonderful world brought to us by the oh so wonderful Queen of literature JK Rowling.

AN: Ah I know what you were all thinking. I've ditched this story because I haven't updated in 10 months. Well this is a horrible fic and I don't deserve some of the reviews I've been getting and stuff like this is a disgrace to the wonderful world of Harry Potter but somehow I continue to write. Besides I promised I wouldn't ditch this fic without posting a 'I have ditched this fic' notice. So it shall continue albeit quite slowly. I'll try to see what I can do. I think I'll make the chapters shorter in hopes of making them of better quality and updating sooner. But I promise if I can get some reveiws I'll keep going. So please reveiw or I just might ditch the fic.

PS: thanks to everyone who reveiwed. This is for everyone who stuck by the fic even though it looked abandoned beyond all hope.

Draco arched an eyebrow in question but didn't say anything to the fiery redhead standing before him. Ginny knowing Draco would never start the conversation grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the empty Slytherin change room. Draco didn't protest but flinched as Ginny's hand skimmed across his injured shoulder.

Concern clouded her eyes as she glanced at his shoulder. Although it wasn't noticeable yet a thin layer of blood began to seep through the thin material of the cloak Draco was wearing.

"Draco your hurt," she whispered almost unbelievingly.

"It's nothing, I assure you. I've experienced much worse than this little scrape." Draco watched her carefully, unconsciously adoring the care and concern she showed for him.

"I'm sure Malfoy," she replied, resorting to last name terms in her disbelief. "I'll fix that for you. I mean we wouldn't want people questioning you over it."

Draco gave into her will without much of an argument. Secretly he felt the need to feel her delicate fingers on the burning skin around his shoulder. He wanted to know that this was real. He needed to have physical confirmation, a tie to the real world. He easily slipped his cloak of and unbuttoned his uniform shirt and let it slip so that his shoulders were exposed.

Ginny was momentarily stunned. Other than the bloodied scrape across his shoulder his skin was perfect. It had the pale look that suggested he was the heir to a wealthy family title as the Malfoy name was. And Quiditch had allowed his muscles to become toned and quite appealing to her teenage mind and body. She shook her head and quickly pulled out her wand hoping Draco hadn't noticed her staring.

She muttered a couple quick spells and watched the skin mend itself under her healer's touch. "Done," she said putting her wand back into her pocket.

"Thanks," Draco put his shirt back on and buttoned it up before bending down to pick up his cloak.

"It was the least I could do. You saved my life and I could at least make sure you didn't get any awkward questions over your shoulder from your house mates." Ginny couldn't bring herself to meet Draco's eyes. She felt to strongly for him, to strongly about what he had done for her. She couldn't let Draco know how she felt until she was sure of where they currently stood as friends.

Ginny looked up reluctantly to find silver eyes examining her. There was a warmth in his mercury depths that she had never noticed before. All of the sudden he was to close, her breathing shortened as he stepped up to her. There wasn't a hint of doubt or nerves in his expression as he leaned in towards her. Her mind was screamed at her to run, to turn away to do anything that would ruin the moment but her body was frozen. Rooted to the spot with shock.

Draco reached out with a slender hand and brushed her cheek thoughtfully, his usual cold mask fell away as he leaned into her. Unwilling but unable to help herself Ginny closed the remaining distance between them and all but fell into Draco arms as their lips met.

For a moment she felt nothing then her mind exploded. All thoughts of getting herself out of the situationdrained out of her mind and all Ginny could think of was how damn lucky she was. Draco was gentle and caring like no other guy who she had been with before. He nibbled gently at her lower lip and his tongue flicked out against the tender skin.

Ginny opened her mouth obligingly her mind focussed on the warmth that spread from her contact with Draco. By now he had wrapped an arm around her waist and was pulling her towards him. Unknowingly her own arms had wrapped themselves comfortably around Draco's neck and as though the contact wasn't enough Draco tangled his free hand in her ginger locks and kept their mouths incessantly locked.

Ginny's body screamed for air but the constant nagging of such necessities disappeared as Draco slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her senses were flooded with the taste of cinnamon and oddly of strawberries. She moaned eagerly, her tongue sliding over top his and revelled in the warmth of his mouth.

Draco tasted the faint residue of honey and a touch of brown sugar as Ginny's tongue met his and he fought not to moan himself as Ginny pushed her own tongue into his mouth. He let her explore for a moment before pulling away. Trying not to gasp for air he removed his deeply entangled hand from her auburn locks. A weak smile crossed his features as he tried to catch Ginny's eyes but she refused to look anywhere but her own feet.

Draco noticed that she was red around the ears, a clear sign of embarrassment. He removed his arm from around her waist and at that movement she looked up. He smiled gently and wondered vaguely when he had picked up such unmalfoyish habits. He brought his hand to her chin and gently lifted her head so that she was looking him in the eye.

"So tell me Ginny, did you enjoy that?"

Ginny felt the blood rush to her cheeks at the thought of such an outrageous enquiry. "How could I have not," she whispered. Her tone was innocent so much so that it was unbearably seductive to the usually stone cold Malfoy.

"Hmm I should get going," Draco responded clearly enjoying how uncomfortable Ginny was. "I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome."

"No Draco stay…" She was at a loss for a reason but Draco didn't seem to need one.

Turning around Draco simply focussed his attention on her and Ginny blushed crimson, her eyes darting around the room resting on everything but the regal Slytherin standing before her.

"My, my from your reputation I wouldn't have expected such a timid reaction. Well I suppose I'll just have to change that." Ginny felt his breath unexpectedly ghost over the top of her hair and looked up suddenly only to be caught up in another kiss. This time it was scorching, desperate and needy. Ginny backed away slowly until her back met a stonewall. Draco placed his hands on the wall on either side of her and nipped none to gently at her bottom lip. Ginny gasped in mildpain and he took the brief moment of weakness to slip his tongue into her mouth.

After another fast paced moment Draco pulled away. Ginny moaned in disappointment at the loss of contact. Her body was begging for more contact but she saw Draco backed away slightly, fire was running through his veins and his body yearned to simply take the unruly redhead right then and there.

Draco tore his gaze away from the panting Weasley and forced his mind away from such foolish thoughts. When his gaze returned to Ginny he saw that she was smiling.

"Well who knew you liked it rough?" Draco smirked knowingly.

"Oh come on now Draco you're no saint yourself." Ginny was surprised at how easily she could talk to him. It seemed natural more so than any other boy she had been with.

"Guilty as charged. Well I should get going before my house sends out a search party for me, those idiots are so thick they'd probably think I'd gone and fallen down a well or something because we lost the match.

Ginny laughed softly. "Yes well I suppose you should be returning to your princely lair then." She stepped up to him and placed a tentative kiss on his slightly swollen lips. "We should really do this again," she remarked casually before turning to leave in a flurry robes and ginger hair.

"Yes, I concur," Draco replied, more to the empty room than in response to Ginny. He slipped on his mask of indifference easily before leaving the room but though his expression was uncaring inside him a new fiery passion for life burned steadily. Who knew a Weasley of all people would ignite the missing spark in his life.

Ginny left the room feeling as though she was on cloud nine. She didn't think she could have been happier if she had won a million galleons. She hurried along the darkened corridors knowing that she should probably be at the post victory party when suddenly someone loomed out of the shadows.

"Hi Ginny, I've been wondering where you'd wandered off to. It isn't safe for a girl like you to be wandering about on your own in this big scary castle now is it?"