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Well before we get to the good stuff I just wanted to let you know that I do switch from the usual Ginny first person to a little Draco point of view at the end. So, be prepared. :-)

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"Hey Weasley, how's it going?" Draco asked me grinning cheekily.

It was the day after the "kissing" incident and I had the misfortune of crossing him in the halls. Not only was his perfect appearance and pompous grin already annoying me but I myself looked like I'd just been through a hurricane from the angry crowd of Gryffindors that attacked me again this morning. My hair was all over the place, my skirt was twisted backwards and my sweater was buttoned all wrong.

Now for most girls this would be a clear sign that they had just been making out in a broom closet somewhere but, oh no, not for me. Of course not for me, I don't get cute boyfriend make-outs, I get the Gryffindors from hell bothering me about one Draco Malfoy.

Speaking of Draco Malfoy, he was still just standing there now having progressed to smirking, probably from my appearance.

"Draco," I said coldly, glaring sharp-piercing-killer icicles at him.

Just then a cluster of first years walked by, one girl noticing my angry look whispered to her friend, "Oh look, a lover's spat."

I think I might haveaudibly growled at the poor child. Mainly from the fact that a low growling came out of my mouth and the first-years screamed and ran.

But, hey, they deserved it.

And then there's Malfoy, just standing there laughing at the whole thing. Stupid prat.

"You think that's funny, do you Malfoy?" I asked, a smirk of my own forming, "Well you know what I think is funny?"

I turned to the nearest person, some 6th year Hufflepuff boy, and spouted, "His eyes are as blue as the fresh morning dew, his hair is the light of my life."

"Excuse me?" the boy asked looking confusedly at me.

"Oh my dearest love-muffin," I continued, "thou arts my whole heart. Oh Dra—"

Just then Draco, realizing I was quoting Pansy's letter and about to reveal his name, practically tackled me, clamping one hand over my mouth and the other firmly around my waist and dragging me out of the hallway.

A few good kicks to the shin and a bite to the hand later--he released me, pushing us both into a secret, deserted passageway.

"What was the bloody hell was that about?" Draco shouted, "You promised the letter was off-limits."

"Au Contraire, my little ferret," I replied, smirking, "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone your little pet-names if you completed all my tasks. And instead of completing them, you have only made my life a living hell."

"Fine," Draco said, "Meet me at the quidditch pitch at 5:15."

"The quidditch pitch?" I questioned, quirking my head to the side.

"Gryffindor quidditch tryouts are next week, I'm supposed to help you make the team, remember?" Draco said, looking annoyed (can't imagine why), "So are you going to be there or not, Weasley?"

"5:15…5:15…" I muttered under my breath, "Yes that should give me plenty enough time to plan your ultimate demise…"

"Excuse me? Didn't quite catch that last part…" Draco remarked, giving me an odd look.

"Oh nothing," I said, smiling innocently, "5:15…yes I'll be there."

"Good," Draco replied, turning to leave the passageway.

"Bye…snookums," I called after him, laughing as he cringed at Pansy's pet-name.

I then left the passageway and hurried towards the dungeons. It was officially payback time.

"Handsome!" I shouted, seeing Blaise in the hallway and grabbing him into the nearest deserted classroom.

"Geez, Weasley," Blaise commented once we were alone, "You keep pulling stunts like this and rumors will go straight from you and Draco to you and the whole Slytherin house."

I merely grinned at him and plopped down on the nearest desk.

"That's why I dragged you here, I need to find a way to get back at Malfoy for that kissing stunt he pulled."

"Hmm.." Blaise pondered aloud, "It would probably deflate his ego a bit if you just told everyone that he was an awful kisser…"

"I've already tried that!" I said exasperatedly, "No-one will believe me!"

"Apparently everyone in this whole flipping school knows what a great kisser Malfoy is," I continued, rolling my eyes.

"Wait a tic, you thing Malfoy's a great kisser?" Blaise said, grinning mischievously.

"What? No….NO!" I replied, taken aback, "That's not what I meant at all! What I meant was…..Oh, just stop your smirking Zabini and help me come up with a plan already."

"Sorry Ginny, I've got nothing," Blaise replied, being extremely helpful.

"Well do you at least have the time?" I asked exasperatedly.

"Yeah," Blaise said checking his watch, "It's 5:13."

"Ack!" I yelped, jumping off the desk, "I've got to run!"

"Thanks Blaise!" I shouted, dashing out the door.

Blaise just shook his head and chuckled, leaving slowly behind me.

Exactly 2 minutes and 34 seconds later and I ran onto the quidditch pitch.

"You're late," Malfoy deadpanned, sneaking up from behind me.

"I was in an important meeting," I replied haughtily.

"I'll bet," he smirked, stepping gracefully up his broom and drifting upwards.

I unceremoniously kicked off the ground and followed after him.

"Now I'll assume you know the basic rules of the game…" Draco drawled.

"Of course, Malfoy, I'm not completely daft," I replied angrily.

"Could have fooled me," Draco said, smirking sarcastically.

"Hardy-har-har, Malfoy…let's just get this over with," I responded.

After forcing me to warm up and then making me do a series of complicated maneuvers, which I suspect he just made up on the spot so he could watch me fail at them, Malfoy apparently decided that I was completely incompetent. That jerk.

"Geez, Weasley," he said annoyingly, "Didn't you say you used to play with your brothers?"

"Yes," I replied haughtily, "But it's a lot different with your slimy self breathing down my neck."

"Do I make you nervous?" He replied, smirking dangerously.

"Not even in the slightest," I replied, glaring.

He then shot off on his broom, straight at me with no visible intention of stopping. I quickly barrel-rolled out of the way and righted my broom.

"There may be hope for you yet, Weasley," Draco remarked, smirking as he returned to my side.

"Your main problem," he continued, "Is that you are gripping the broom all wrong."

"Your right hand goes here," he said, grasping my hand and placing it higher up the broom, "you want to grasp the broom firmly with this hand and use it for catching quaffles and maneuvering."

"And your left hand…." He continued, placing his hand on mine and moving it slowly down the broom, "Should stay closer to your body, for protection and quick turns."

Our eyes connected for a brief second before he took his hands off mine and said deeply, "Now you try."

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1st person point of view --- Malfoy

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She actually wasn't half-bad, for a Weasley. She was completely inept at the proper hand positioning though. I demonstrated for her and told her to try.

Next thing I know the broom is spurting off, throwing her off balance and knocking her off of it. Honestly, I don't even know how she managed that.

So now she's in freefall, moments from the ground and it's up to me to save her.

Where is Potter and his damn hero-complex when you actually need him?

I sighed exasperatedly before diving quickly and catching her inches from the ground. I really am amazing.

Her sudden weight in my arms, though, caused my broom to falter and the two of us to go tumbling off onto the near ground.

She ended up landing full on top of me, her stupid elbow digging painfully into my chest.

She blushed at our awkward predicament and laughingly remarked, "Well, that could have gone better."

That could have gone better?

Honestly, that girl will be the death of me.

And I'm much too handsome to die…

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