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The Girl's Bathroom...

"Are you trying to seduce me, Missus Weasley?" Draco asked as Ginny closed the door behind them. She smiled over at him and he reveled in the comfort she seemed to display.

She sat on one of the sinks and swung her legs. "Something like that." Somewhere in the past twleve hours, a floodgate had opened within Ginny. Every thought she had ever repressed about Draco had come sweeping into her mind, all jockeying for president.

Draco glanced around the room. "We got jyped."

She looked at him curiously, not paying too much attention to what he was saying but rather her feelings.

He pointed toward the full length mirrors and the vanity tables. "We don't get any of that pretty stuff."

Ginny grinned. "I thought Sex Gods like you didn't need to primp."

Draco smirked. For some reason Ginny didn't find the smirk as offensive as she usually would. "Well, I don't. But some of the others could use it."

Ginny slid off the sink and onto a slippery patch of floor. Her feet flew in opposite directions. Draco's arms circled her waist and lifted her easily off the ground. He swung her around and set her down again. His arms didn't leave her waist and her hands didn't leave his chest.

"Are you alright?" he whispered, not knowing why. Inside his mind was having a battle. He wanted her so bad. But to try now could ruin everything he'd managed to gain. She was a Weasley. It went against everything ne knew.

He was a Malfoy. Ginny tried to reason with herself. His ruddy father had tried to get her killed. Folklore said the apple didn't fall far from the tree, but he was just so different. He was kind and sensitive. How many guys would she find like that?

But he could break her heart, Malfoy reasoned. She didn't deserve that...

Well if it happened, she'd just get her brothers to beat him to within an inch of his ruddy little Malfoy life. She'd been hurt before, she could handle it again...

But did she want to? Would she accept everything he said as the truth or just turn away? He didn't want to hurt her or get hurt himself.

Ginny didn't notice her hands were sliding up his chest to his shoulders as she stared into his grey eyes.

Fuck it, she thought and pulled him into her, lips meeting lips.

For a horrible moment Ginny was the only one kissing and she began to panic. Had she done the wrong thing? She started to back out of the kiss, but suddenly his arms tightened around her waist and she was lost.

It was not her first kiss, but in the years to come, it would be the only one she remembered fondly. Sure she had kissed Dean and Harry, and even Colin once, but those were mere pecks compared to the heart stopping experience that was kissing Draco Malfoy.

Finally the necessity to breathe took hold and they broke off, grinning like Cheshire cats at one another. Ginny leaned forward and planted a small peck on his nose.

The next few seconds seemed a nightmare. The mirror beside them suddenly exploded, covering them with shards of glass. Draco put his arms protectively around Ginny as Brooklyn Jones stepped from the carnage. Her amber eyes sought out Ginny's and the red haired girl shuddered when she caught them. Brooklyn grinned and grabbed Draco's arm. Draco swore and let go of Ginny to ward her off. At that moment Brooklyn leapt through the vortex behind the mirror, dragging Draco. Draco reached out but Ginny missed his hand. The Glass of the mirror quivered and flew back into place neatly as Ginny fell to her knees, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. She began to sceam.

(A/N: ta da! four new chapters. forget you ever read the 6th harry potter book.)