AN: Thanks to all of you who reviewed my part two.

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After crashing for a solid five hours, Ginny was forced to awake and be coherent enough to convince the other Gryffindors that sleeping in on a Sunday- well, sleeping almost all day on a Sunday- does not, in fact, mean that she is dying or depressed. Truthfully, she felt considerably better than she had in months.

At dinner that evening in the Great Hall, she pretended to pay attention to poor Neville's story about melting a caldron in potions and turning three Slytherins into rabbits on accident, but she was really working through the details of her last encounter with Draco.

Since when has he been Draco, anyway? Oh right, since last night when we had all of that playful banter. It was rather cute, actually. I mean, no, gross. It was revolting, awful, and a little bit cute. What is wrong with me? Well besides the fact that I spend all of my free time planning little dinner parties with Draco of course. And the fact that the grin on his face as I shot pumpkin juice all over his jumper was… well it was frightening, truth be told. Why should I even notice that? No, I am under a spell. I cannot let this go on any longer. Right. Change of subject. So what should I bring Draco for our next dinner?

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On Tuesday in Transfiguration, Ginny was supposed to be turning a twig into a recliner. The assignment reminded her of Draco's little handmade chairs. I was surprised that he could actually do that. Build something with his own two hands. That is assuming that he didn't cheat and use his wand.

Ginny looked down to see the progress her charm and guffawed loudly when she saw her chair. It was the spitting image of the rustic chairs in Draco's cave.

"That is a good start, Miss Weasley, but I was thinking more gingham and less… bark. Keep trying," said Professor McGonagall as she eyed the chair warily.

I have got to get that boy off my mind. Either I subconsciously created a chair in the image of his, or he cheated and poorly transfigured a twig. No, the boy is a genius- he could have furnished bloody Buckingham Palace. So I've got him on the brain, have I? Interesting.

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Friday evening rolled around and found Ginny seated near the common room fire diligently pushing ahead on her assignments so that she could make another trip to the cave without neglecting her studies. She was alone- the others were either in their dorms or still at dinner.

All thought of not actually going to see Draco had somehow vanished. She had successfully spent the better part of the day counting down the minutes until the weekend started. Despite her inconsistent attention in class, Ginny's schoolwork had steadily improved over the last few weeks with her visits to Draco. While before she moped around feeling sorry for herself, she now had something to look forward to, and threw herself into her work to pass the time.

A light tapping at the window caught Ginny's attention, and she walked over expecting to see an owl. What she saw instead was quite possibly the most hilarious and ridiculous sight she had ever seen.

A sparrow. There is a sparrow sitting on the windowsill. Ginny tried to focus her tear-filled eyes and contain her mirth long enough to let the poor thing in. And there is his letter to Voldemort. Ginny let out a loud chuckle as she relieved the bird of its miniscule parchment. As soon as his load was removed, the bird twittered and flew out the open window. Ginny returned to her chair by the fire, unrolled the tiny parchment, and read:

I cordially invite you to a

formal dinner at my "Manor"

at sundown on Saturday.

Black tie attire.

No RSVP required, because you will

come, or I will sic my sparrow

on you. She's vicious. Beware.

PS. Do you know how

hard it is to write this small?

I think I've got a hand cramp.

By the end of the letter Ginny was laughing so hard she was hardly even sitting up. Manor? Black tie? Who does this boy think he is? A Malfoy? No, no now he is a Draco. And Dracos live in caves and wear their pumpkin juice. Black tie indeed.

When Dean and Seamus returned from the Great Hall that evening, they saw Ginny by the fire with tearstains down her cheeks writing like mad. It might have been nice for them to check and see if she was okay, but they knew better than to cross a Weasley when she was upset- or so it would seem- and they valued their lives.

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Finally Saturday evening rolled around and Ginny had prepared a parcel of food for their "formal dinner" and even tried to dress cave "black tie" appropriate. She had gone through her trunk to find a hideously frilly mauve dress robe that her mother always insisted she take- "Just in case, dear," she would say. She wrapped herself tightly in her cloak so as not to humiliate herself in front of the other Gryffindors in the common room, announced she was going for a walk, and disappeared into the shadows on her way to the hunchbacked witch.

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Finally I can get rid of this ridiculously heavy food, Ginny thought as she approached the cave. She pulled her cloak back to reveal her "cocktail dress," and entered the cave. The sight was either completely amazing or absolutely ridiculous.

In the center of the cave were a wobbly looking round table and the two piles of sticks in the form of chairs from before. Atop the table sat a lone candle, and the light danced merrily across Draco Malfoy's form leaning casually against the back wall.

"Ah, you've arrived. Let me help you with that." Draco removed the parcel of food from her hands and placed it on the table, then he helped her remove her cloak and hung it from a rocky outcrop on the cave wall.

Noting the improvised coat hook, Ginny said, "Very nice. Is that the new style from France?"

"Oh yes, anyone who is anyone has done away with brass coat racks. Only rocky walls for us style buffs. And speaking of style! That gown is just ravishing! The moth-eaten appearance of the lace really gives it some texture, and the mauve- what can I say? It does wonders for your complexion."

"Oh yes, but your tuxedo, sir, puts my gown to shame. And these cufflinks- what are they made of?"

"Pebbles from the riverbed."

"Pebbles? Indeed. I'll have to remember that."

Ginny's self control at holding up her act quickly fell through as Draco did a little spin for her to show off his "tuxedo." To see Draco Malfoy standing in a cave wearing the most tattered robe she had ever seen- it seemed to be patched with leaves and bits of grass- and boasting about his pebble cufflinks was too much for any one person to handle. Ron had not even looked this horrible for the Yule Ball his fourth year. No, Draco was probably the worst dressed person on the planet at the moment, and Ginny had fought the giggles long enough.

She burst out laughing, but quickly covered her mouth and stifled then when she saw Draco's stern expression. He led her to the table and pulled her chair out for her. Game or not, Draco Malfoy just pulled my chair out for me. That is amazing. "Thank you," she said, and he inclined his head toward her as he sat.

"Now let's see what my house elves have prepared for us."

The evening progressed with more clever banter as it had the weekend before until a sparrow flew into the cave and alighted on Draco's shoulder.

"Made a new friend, have you?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, well, your idea of communicating by sparrow was ingenious. For nearby correspondence, anyway. And very small letters. You know sparrows are actually quite strong for their size, but I thought she might not appreciate a cumbersome roll of parchment when I could just take the time to write very small."

"And you were quite successful. I almost thought that I would need a magnifying glass to decipher it." Ginny's face lit up in a wide smile as she teased the hideously-dressed blonde boy in front of her.

"You know, from your tone one might think you were trying to flirt with me."

Ginny's grin dropped and she tried, but failed, to sputter out excuses. A pink tint spread over her cheeks, but Draco's grin only widened.

"A bit touchy, are we? I was only teasing."

Ginny avoided eye contact for a few moments. I was definitely flirting. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? I spend all of my time either thinking about Malfoy or risking my neck to visit him. This is madness. And it has to stop. She stood abruptly, and Draco's eyes widened as he moved swiftly toward her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Don't leave."

Ginny sighed. "Draco this is wrong. I can't keep doing this."

"Because I am a Malfoy?" he asked, his tone icy.

"Not really. No, I just… It's dangerous. Either one of us could get caught. And I'm sure that you know as well as I that outside this cave we could never be friends like this. We lead separate lives. Very separate. And I'm sorry if I was flirting."

Neither of the grins that had graced both faces were anywhere to be seen. Ginny looked unhappy and confused, and Draco looked completely and utterly dejected.

"Ginny, I don't know if you have noticed, but I don't have a life outside of this cave anymore. So whatever preconceived notions you have about what it would be like if we weren't in this immediate situation are completely inane. And it is dangerous, and I wish it wasn't the case, but I am loathe to let whatever this is end because of it. The Dark Lord has already ruined any chance I had at… well pretty much anything. Don't let him ruin this too. And… well, maybe I liked you flirting."

Ginny caught his eyes and searched for a joke, but all she saw was sincerity. And a little timidity. She took a step toward him. "Draco, I don't put my friends in danger when I can avoid it. Do you consider yourself my friend?"

"I'd like to be."

"Then I can't keep doing this. Every time I come out here I risk being followed. I am like a walking billboard for your location. I am careful, but everyone makes mistakes, and I know that I am pushing it."

In a voice so soft it was almost a whisper, Draco said, "You can't leave me out here alone. You just… can't."

Ginny's eyes fluttered closed, and she took a deep breath. She reached for his hand, gave it a squeeze, and said, "I'm sorry, Draco," before turning to walk away.

"Ginny, wait!" he called, but she grabbed her cloak and disappeared into the darkness without turning back to him.

Minutes later, Ginny was huddled at the base of a large oak sobbing. When did things become so complicated? she thought. When did I get so emotionally invested in this? And why on earth did I just do this to myself?

The answer was not too difficult to find, though. Her little trips out of the school had started off as fun and games, then became a charity to a boy she thought she hated, and finally ended up as secret meetings between friends. She had been so selfish since the first day of her sixth year. She had been angry with the trio for leaving her instead of understanding that it was something they had to do together, and she had been angry with her professors for being so overprotective instead of understanding that they were just trying to keep her safe. And just to make herself feel better about her life, she had thrown it all back in their faces and done the stupidest thing possible- she snuck out of the protections offered and wandered around at night alone. Then when she met Draco she had the opportunity to do something- she could have turned him over to the Order of the Phoenix who were expending long hours trying to find the boy- but instead she chose to continue her game further endangering herself and him.

Now she was in trouble. She could turn him in "for his own good," which would ruin anything she had accomplished and positively destroy any sense of self-worth he still had, not to mention she would break a promise to him. Or she could forget about him and let him continue his solitary caveman existence. But she knew she wouldn't be able to do that for long, so here she sat sobbing as if her heart were breaking.

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AN: I wanted to make it a bit longer for you, and I apologize for that, but this was the logical place to break- for this chapter. I won't leave you here, because that would be cruel. I do think that if I were less of a hopeless romantic this might be a more reasonable place to cut the story considering where I plan on it going, but reason be damned. Anyway. You've got a couple more chapters of this failed oneshot left. Please review and let me know what you think.