-1The food had been gone for almost an hour and Ginny sat staring defiantly at the wall. The bridge halting all thought in her mind was quickly crumbling. Ginny could feel herself sinking, sinking, gone. All previous notions of not being found in a compromising position disappeared as tears flooded. The sweet smells of her mother's backing filled her mind, the sweet apple pie with a hint of cinnamon, and many morning rolls. Surely her family would have heard of her disappearance by now, right? Ginny's stomach sank as she thought of the state of frenzy her mother would be in, there would not even be a spot of dirt in the house when she was through.

Ron, Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, and even Percy filled her mind, a look of disgrace on their face, each trying to think of the worst type of vengeance. She had hated it at the time, but what she would give now to have one of her brother's various pranks pulled on her. To be able to wake up in her own bed, even if it reminded her of a child's room.

Her thoughts quickly changed to the reason she had run from home. Harry. She didn't feel ready to admit the fact to herself. But she knew she was angry, she was angry with him no matter how she looked at it. Yes, she loved him, but emotions she couldn't describe took over that summer. She didn't feel like dealing with drama, and people created it, so she simply avoided them. When she had come out of her room about two weeks later asking for her mother's permission to go with Luna, she had been surprised her mother didn't die of shock.

Ginny remembered how stubborn her mother had been at first with her moodiness and finally just gave in. Setting trays outside her door, and trying every once in a while to talk to her, but Ginny had only grunted in reply. She felt ashamed, she had treated her mother horridly, and all she had done was try to help. The tears which had temporary dried came pouring down again.

She felt like a rag doll, loose and reckless. Finally, she laid down, burying her face into the pillow she quietly wept.

Ginny was quickly aroused by a sudden jerk, she didn't realize she had fell asleep. Opening her eyes her gaze met grey cold ones. Ginny simply let out a sigh and turned on to her back.

If she had not been just roused from sleep indeed, she would have seen the lines of furry etched in Malfoy's face, as well as the -possible- look of concern. As Ginny wiped her dampened face, Malfoy's voice boomed, "What in bloody hell were you doing with this book?"

Ginny looked to the book he was holding, it was indeed the one she had been reading earlier. "Reading it." She said simply.

"You are not to touch any of my books." his voice becoming horse.

"Well next time put it in a high up shelf away from children, it could be dangerous." Ginny said sarcastically, anger rising in the back of her throat. "Which reminds me, the curse..." she let her voice trail off loving the look of fear which took over Malfoy's usually cool demeanor.

Malfoy plopped down on the bed in a look of defeat. Ginny laid there startled, the fact that Malfoy began to succumb to defeat scared her. Draco ran a hand through his hair, tousling it from it's usually slicked back state. "I really do not feel like dealing with you right now... it has been a long day."

But Ginny was not done just yet, she wanted information. "Did that long day include something about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself Weasley."

"Come on now, out with it, I have a right to know."

"Weasley I said NO!"

"Come on, just tell me"

"No"

"Come on..."

"Bloody hell, will you shut up if I tell you already?"

"That could possibly be arranged."

"Yes there was some 'information' about you included in my long day. And since you so pride yourself in snooping in other's belongings you will have a fair grasp of it. Father requests that I seek your hand in marriage immediately."

At this point Ginny could hardly contain herself, a small laugh escaped her lips. She really wish she hadn't by the look she received from Draco.

"This isn't some sitcom," At the use of the muggle television term Ginny couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, Draco chose to ignore and carry on. "this is real. Father has figured that wedding you will cause the most effective feud. It will be announced in the paper, as my father intended, to anger your parents and precious Potter." Draco's eyes narrowed as he spat out the last name.

"Right and I am guessing if you don't get married by 17 some almighty hand with come down and smite you?" Ginny said, her face growing red from the laughter she was trying to contain.

"Typical Gryffindor going by instinct before knowing all the facts. Did you even bother to read through the whole chapter? It goes on to say that I, and the last girl I was entangled with will die by torture of the gods. Something I personally would rather not attend."

"And what makes you and your father so sure that I will just give my hand up to any man that so much as blinks my way?"

Malfoy leaned over closer to her, she could smell the scent of mint, and she realized the closeness of his body. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and quickly pulled back. In a second it was over, but Ginny stood there dazed and confused. Bare able to mutter out "What.." before being quickly cut off.

"I dare say you don't fancy death by torture of the gods either. They define 'intertwined' as an sexual act."

"That was about the exact opposite of sexual." Ginny said, her chest sinking.

"Yea, but back in the good old day," Draco said a cheesy, fake grin crossing his face. "kissing before you were married was pretty much a sin."

Frustrations was gripping the insides of Ginny. Without of moments thought she took her pillow and gave Malfoy a good whack.

Draco was not one to be outdone, as soon as Ginny had issued her swing he dove for the nearest pillow. Grabbing it he shoved it at her, taking himself with it, tumbling over her. She burst out into fits of laughter as he toppled on top of her. "M...al...foy... stop tickling my leg." Her voice came out breathless.

He took his hand that had been resting on her leg off, but then got a better idea. He began lightly tickling her sides, and she screeched in protest. "Say Uncle." he proclaimed as he relentlessly tickled at her sides and legs.

The door abruptly opened. Draco froze, and Ginny stopped mid laugh. The ominous figure that had stood in the door way took a step inside of the threshold. The long silver hair that looked identical to that of Malfoy's caught Ginny's attention.

"Draco..." His voice boomed, throaty and deep.

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(A/N - Hopefully that was okay, this update was supposed to be sooner but I never got around to writing I was more in the artsy mood, and now that I have a buttload of sketches do in art I would rather write x.x)