A/N: Ohmigod you guys. That is the most reviews for one chapter I've ever received. You have no idea how much it means to me. I'm glad you guys enjoyed it. Please review again. The feedback helps me write. And now, for your reading pleasure, I present...chapter 2!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

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Draco stumbled out of the train out onto the platform. The rain had reduced to a fine mist making it almost impossible to see. He looked around for any sign of that red hair but couldn't find it. Suddenly, he was surrounded by Slytherins. He was unable to resist and was swept into the carriage with them. Pansy Parkinson was the first to attack him.

"Ooo Draco, my dear. Where have you been? You never came back to the compartment," she threw her arms around his neck in a very possessive manner. Draco reached up and removed her arms and put them back on her lap.

"That would be to get away from you, Parkinson. The smell of straight perfume is enough to make me want to die. And I'm not your 'dear'," he said as he brushed the shoulders of his robes back to it's original smoothness.

Pansy was always making a fool of herself around Draco. Despite his numerous attempts to convince her that they had nothing together she still remained completely convinced that they were a happy couple. He just let her have her delusions. If she was off dreaming about them getting married she wasn't trying to cuddle with him. He was likely to develop asthma from sitting in her proximity. She must completely douse herself with perfume in the morning. Draco coughed a few times and turned away from her for some attempt at fresh air. He glanced around the compartment and everyone was attempting to breathe inconspicuously. Goyle, the least successful, was covering his mouth with his robes and breathing through them.

As the carriages came to a stop outside of Hogwarts, Draco almost tripped in his haste to get out of the anaerobic carriage. He closed his eyes and took huge gulps of air as he walked, accidentally walking into someone.

"Oh I'm terribly sorr-" he started to apologize but stopped. "Potter," he said grimacing. "I just washed these robes."

"Malfoy," Harry said folding his arms. His hair was sticking up randomly as always. Draco always had to fight the urge to go and hold the boy down and comb his hair. Honestly. Brushing never hurt anybody. Coming up beside Harry, were his groupies.

"Ah," Draco said, his eyes lighting up mischievously. "Weasel, Mudblood, Longbottom, Loony," he said turning to face each of them respectively. "Ooo, Mini-Weasel," he nodded curtly to Ginny as she joined the group, trying not to let them see him smile.

"Pasty," she nodded back with a small smile.

With one last glare, Potter stalked past Malfoy, followed in tow by each member of his group. Ron was the only one that risked a second glance looking as though he'd love nothing more than to smash Draco's face in. Ginny began to follow but reached out and touched his hand for a split second and gave him a reassuring smile before retreating into the school as well.

Draco was one of the few left standing outside. He looked up at the illuminated rain drops that continued to fall. Realizing he was now dripping wet, he made his way up the stone steps and performed a drying spell on his robes before entering the Great Hall.

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After the feast, Ginny was feeling really full and sleepy. In a daze, she followed the group up to Gryffindor tower and through the portrait hole. She stumbled up the stairs to the dormitory and hit the bed without undressing. She stared at the inside of the curtains surrounding her bed, thinking of a certain blonde-haired Slytherin.

The curtains were thrown back from her bed and Ginny sat straight upright attempting to see the culprit.

"Lumos," came a mutter from the darkness and there stood Malfoy. In a jester's outfit.

"What are you wearing?" Ginny mumbled sleepily. She rubbed both eyes with closed fists.

"That matters not, oh my beautiful weasel. Tuesday was far to long to wait to see you again," he grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on each of her knuckles. "Here! I bring thee gifts!" Draco reached into his bag and pulled out a little hamster wearing a jester outfit exactly like his.

"Aww," cooed Ginny. "It's...cute in an odd way. Still cute though." She beamed up at him.

"His name..." said Draco in a secretive manner, "...is Mr. Bojangles. Keep him secret. Keep him safe." With that, Draco mumbled Nox, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Pasty!" Ginny yelled, sitting up. But wait. Wasn't she sitting up before?

"That's nice, Ginny," muttered the girl from the next bed over.

Ginny looked around in the darkness. Then fell back on her pillows. She should have realized that something about that was too weird to be real.

"Stupid dreams," she whispered to no one in particular. Then she rolled onto her side and went back to sleep.

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The next morning, Draco lie in bed staring at the roof of his four poster. Under his eyes resided large dark circles. He had ended up keeping himself awake almost all night thinking about what had happened. He still had figured out nothing. Why had he sat with her? Why had he kissed her? Why had she kissed back? Was he a rebound? Did he care if he was a rebound? What was Ginny's favorite color? What was Ginny's favorite food? What was Ginny thinking about right then? Why was he thinking about Ginny? Why was he calling her Ginny? He sighed and resigned any attempt at sleeping. He rolled lazily off of the bed and then peeled his face off the floor. He rubbed his eyes, grabbed his wand, and made his way to the Great Hall. It was still about 5 am so he was the only one. He lied his head on the table concentrating really hard about how much he wanted some caffeine. He opened his eyes and saw a piece of paper on the table. He pulled it to him and eyed it suspiciously. It was blank.

Sitting up, he pulled a quill out of his robe pocket. It was a fancy number that required no ink. It never ran dry either. He named it Walter. With Walter he started to scribble a quick poem on the paper about how much he loved coffee.

He bit his lip in concentration as he wrote:

'How doth I love coffee
coffee is great
and so is toffee
and so is...'

'What rhymes with great?' he thought. He tapped his quill against his lip.

"Aha!" he said. He finished his poem:

'and so is masturbate...tion.'

He looked thoroughly pleased with this and sat it in front of him to admire his work. He stared at it for a long time, smirking. In the middle of the paper, a small brown circle appeared in the center of the paper then spread. Suddenly, the paper burst into flame and a cup of coffee sat in its place. Draco didn't even care that this was completely abnormal and began to drink it blissfully. He glanced up to see a bright red head appear in the door. He was about to call out to Ginny but decided against it. She didn't seem to see him. She walked over to the Gryffindor table in a daze and slumped into a seat, letting her head fall forward onto the wood.

Draco cringed. "Friggin' ouch," he mumbled. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was still only 5:30 am. He looked around. He and Ginny were very much alone. He walked across the Great Hall to stand behind her.

"Trouble sleeping, milady?" He stood smiling but it faded slowly when she didn't answer. He peeked around and saw that she had fallen asleep. He grinned and pulled a piece of paper out of his bag. He scribbled a quick note on it and left it under her cheek. He threw his bag over his shoulder and retreated down to the kitchens.

Upon reaching the painting, he tickled the pear and stepped through. The house elves all ran forward to help him.

"Coffee," he stated. They brought him a large cup. He downed it, thanked them, and then headed to the library to do some reading till breakfast actually started and schedules were passed out.

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"Hey Ginny," Neville said, shaking the girl.

"Mr. Bojangles, I will avenge thee!" she yelled sitting up. Neville looked confused but just walked away. A piece of parchment was stuck to her face. She peeled it off and stared at it. As her eyes came back into focus, she was able to make out a very tidy handwriting.

'Ginny my dear,' her eyes flitted back and forth across the paper. 'You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you. I thought about you a lot in such a short time. I feel like I've gone insane...and I like it. I have decided, that if you would like it as well, that I would like to get to know you better. You are the only decent, enjoyable conversation I've had in ages. You're feisty, intelligent, and a total mess. It's fantastic. What do you say to a private lunch on the lake? Please meet me by the portrait of the ticklish pear at lunch time. Until then...

Your Fair-Skinned (not pasty) Admirer.'

Ginny smiled to herself and tucked the note into her bag. She smoothed her hair down and helped herself to some bacon that had finally appeared before her.

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Draco was on his way to potions, whistling to himself as he walked. He was in la-la land and did not notice the ruckus happening around him. Another Slytherin was about to hex the smaller Creevy. Draco, unaware of his surroundings, tripped over the Creevy's discarded bag and fell into the curse.

"Petrificus Totalus!" the Slytherin said. Draco went rigid and toppled to the ground.

"Ohmigod!" The Slytherin yelled. He quickly said the counter curse and ran to escape any possible retaliation from Draco. Draco said up slowly, rubbing his shoulder. The Creevy boy was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Can I help you?" a disgruntled Draco asked.

"You...you saved me," the boy stuttered.

"What?"

"You're my hero!" Creevy squeaked. "Thanks mister!" He ran away, telling everyone in his path what had just happened. Draco just shook his head and took a more cautious approach to the potions dungeon.

The smog in the dungeon was making it hard for even he and the know-it-all Granger to stay conscious. Weasley was making a formidable sized drool pool on the top of his table and Potter was obviously in another place mentally. Crabbe and Goyle were unconscious under the table and Blaise Zambini was staring straight through Professor Snape.

Snape seemed oddly cheerful for...well Snape. He kept pointing at random ingredients that he had written and commenting on their "awesomeness." He also looked rather un-greasy. That had always been Draco's biggest problem with the Potions Master. Shampoo never hurt anyone. He always had to fight the urge to shove a bottle of Pantene Pro-V, a delightful muggle product he had discovered, into the professor's hands. Snape was mixing his potion. He grabbed a hefty handful of frog spleen and tossed it into the cauldron.

"Bam!" he shouted. This made many children sit up with wide eyes. "And that just kicks it up a notch." He grinned. It didn't suit him.

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Ginny, after a typical History of Magic lesson, made her way to the portrait of the pear. When she reached the corridor she saw Draco sitting with his back against the wall, looking at some sort of hand out with a look of distaste on his face.

"What's the matter?" she asked sitting her bag on the floor.

"Look," he said pointing to an article with a picture of himself with a cheeky smile blinking up at her. "A whole article about me and I ask you, where is my butt?"

She looked at him confused as she sat down beside him. "A whole handout, completely devoted to me," he continued, "and not one shot of my butt."

"What are you in here for?" She began reading the article but he took it.

"I tripped and fell into the curse meant for the tiny Creevy. He took it as me saving him. I totally didn't mean to. No one saw me trip which was good. But seriously. Even if the article is superfluous, there is no reason for there not to be a shot of my butt."

Ginny was now laughing at him.

"It's not funny," he said standing up. He then turned and pulled his robe to expose his trouser clan bottom. "Look at it! Accept it! Look at it, Ginny! Look at my butt." He rubbed his bum with his hand. "The worst thing you can do is try to ignore it! It's a total circle can't you see? You can't hide from it! It's a force that has to be reckoned with, accept it before it destroys you!" He said, smiling, now shaking his bum at her.

"Draco, you are crazy." She pulled him down so that he was then sitting on her lap. "But you do have a nice butt." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He stared at her for a long time. "What?" she asked finally.

"That was the first time you called me Draco..."

"And?"

Draco shrugged but still looked enormously pleased.

They stocked up on food and put it into a basket that the house elves supplied them with and set off toward the lake. It was completely deserted by the water. They sat in relative silence till Draco broke it.

"Snorkel," he said. Ginny looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Seeing that this did not start a conversation, he tried again.

"Piggy bank," he tried. Ginny stared at him.

"Caesar salad?" He got nothing. "Pencil sharpener? Pikachu? Plastic bag?"

Ginny tilted her head to the side and looked at him. Draco looked at his lap and took a bite of his croissant sadly.

"Polyester," Ginny said. Draco looked up at her.

"Wha?" he said through croissant.

"Safety pin," she said. "See I can do it too. Penny whistle." Draco grinned at her. "How's your first day back?" she asked.

"Boring. Saved a Creevy. Snape was clean. How bout you?"

"Snape was clean? What the hell?" She popped a grape into her mouth.

"Yah. His hair was shiny and sleek. And he seemed happy." Draco shrugged. "Maybe the apocalypse is coming."

Ginny giggled. They had a delightful little luncheon together. Draco walked with her back up to the castle steps.

"Well, my dear, this has been fun," he said, smiling sheepishly. He reached out to her hand and she gently placed it within his hand. He lifted it up to his lips and gave her a kiss on each knuckle. Ginny's eyes got big as she remembered her dream.

"I've got a gift for you," Draco said reaching into his bag.

"Mr. Bojangles?" Ginny asked excitedly. He looked up at her with a total wtf face.

"What?"

"Nothing," she mumbled. He grinned and pulled out a dark purple flower.

"Oh Draco," she said. "It's beautiful." She pulled him close and hugged him.

He nuzzled his face into her hair. "It's very rare. If you take care of it, it will never wilt."

"I'll take care of it. Don't worry." She didn't want to let him go, but a bell signaled the end of lunch. He backed slowly away from her.

"Have a good day, my beautiful weasel," he said. "I'll see you Tuesday at 11pm. Cause you know...I am definitely man enough and yeah." He puffed out his chest. She laughed and gave him one more quick hug before trotting off to her next lesson. Draco smiled and entered the castle whistling happily, not paying attention to his surroundings.

A/N: Up to par? Let me know! You guys rock. By the way, I realize that everything was rushed with them in Chapter 1. But I had to throw them together somehow. And now they'll start off slow with all the cool relationship stuff. Hope it stays good and humorous and stuff. But that's what your reviews are for. Have at them, dear chaps! Luvs and hugs for everyone.