Okay. It's time for my new update. Thanks to the 30 of you who reviewed and the 896 of you who read the chapter. It really makes me happy! Ah yes, some people have been asking if this story will earn its 'M' rating, or if there will be any smut soon. My response to that is :) . . . So, here's chapter thirteen.

Chapter Thirteen

Draco and Ginny walked to the picture of a fruit bowl and Ginny reached out with her left arm to tickle the pear. She had had quite an experience with tickling earlier in the morning. Her and Draco, on the bed, mouths wide open, laughing vigorously, hands exploring each other's sides in a way that could almost be considered sexual, if the experience was even remotely sexual. Which it wasn't. Ginny had to keep reminding herself of that. NOT sexual. Draco wasn't interested in her in any way. None whatsoever. And he had just insulted her, however indirectly. NOT sexual.

"C'mon, we can just help ourselves," said Ginny, grabbing Draco's hand and then dropping it the instant she realized what she had done. Ginny was beginning to feel really awkward around Draco, the way any girl does around a guy whom she thinks she might have feelings for. Except Ginny didn't think she had feelings for him. She knew.

"Lovely," said Draco, looking around the kitchen through the portrait. He took the step up and looked back down at Ginny. "Are you coming?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Ginny. She stepped into the kitchens, but forgot that there was a second step to get fully out of the picture frame and she tripped, stubbing her toe and crashing into Draco as she fell, both of them landing in a rather compromising position. Ginny lay on top of Draco, facing him, with her lower half between his legs. They stared at each other for several seconds, brown eyes on blue, before, almost simultaneously, they leaned forward and captured each other's lips in a gentle kiss.

But Draco didn't want it to be gentle. He ground his lips onto Ginny's feeling her teeth pressed up against her lips, before parting them with his tongue and getting into her mouth. Draco's tongue wasn't the only busy thing, his hands had snaked around Ginny's back, interlacing just above her fleshy bottom, and with one swift movement, he picked her up and their position changed. Now Draco was on top.

They continued the battle of the tongues and Draco's hands began to busy themselves with going up Ginny's shirt. He could feel her shiver as his hands dragged across her smooth stomach, and he could have sworn that she moaned when one finger got beneath the wire of her bra and brushed across the tender skin.

Meanwhile, Ginny's hands had worked their way into Draco's hair, which Ginny had a simple fascination with, and were brushing the long locks out of his eyes. Ginny momentarily broke the kiss for a breath of air and moved her lips to kiss Draco's forehead, cheeks, and ears, before going back and meeting his own lips in another long-lasting kiss.

By then, his fingers had worked their way underneath her bra entirely and were enveloping her breasts and drawing little circles around them with a callused thumb. At these new types of pleasure, Ginny could not stop herself from moaning Draco's name and thrusting her hips slightly upwards, irritating and tempting his erection.

However, not all good things last, and this interaction between Draco and Ginny was brought to an embarrassing stop by a man, none other than Professor Dumbledore.

"Oh my God!" breathed Ginny when she saw his tall shadow leaning over them.

"I'm terribly sorry to interrupt what was probably a slamming good time, but I simply had to find my hidden store of Twizzlers. However, I should inform you that classes start in about three minutes, and you two have not eaten or, I can see, dressed properly for school. Wherever are you robes? Sorry, Miss Weasley, but jeans and camisoles are not appropriate for classroom wear. Anyways, I suggest that you change clothes, get a small bite to eat, and perhaps take a cold shower," Dumbledore smiled knowingly and looked down at Draco, who had the decency to look ashamed of himself. "Then you can go to class, and tell your teachers that you were meeting with me, so that they won't give you two detentions."

"Yes, thank you very much sir, we'll go dress, um, quickly," said Ginny very fast, cheeks as red as a tomato, as she stood up and rushed out of the kitchens with Draco at her heels, running a bit slower since he still had a little problem in his pants.

When they got back to the room, Draco collapsed on the couch, and Ginny, totally by coincidence, collapsed right on top of him, sitting on his problem. "Gods Ginny, do you have to sit there of all places?"

Ginny got a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yes, I do believe I have to sit here. It is, after all, the most comfortable place in the room. However, maybe if I wiggle around a bit," Ginny wiggled around, rotating on her butt to face Draco while sitting on his lap, "I can be more comfortable." She raised her eyebrows. "Is this better for you? Actually, I must be in a bad place . . . I seem to have something hard poking me in the butt. Whatever could that be?" She stood up, (Draco groaned), and looked him in the eye. "Well, I'm going to go get dressed. Perhaps you should take a shower?"

Draco mentally reprimanded himself as he watched Ginny waltz into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, wishing that he had done something to keep her sitting on his lap. He could not forget the feeling of her red lips upon his or the taste that she carried in her mouth. What had he gotten himself into, and how had he gotten himself into it? But was the situation a bad thing? No. Sure, he had to have a baby with her to save the world from destruction by himself, but he got a red-headed seductress to make up for the baby, and maybe he'd be credited with saving the world.

A female voice jerked him out of his reverie. "Did you take care of that problem yet, Draco, I want to go to class."

"Uh, not yet, but can we talk for a second?" said Draco, laying down on the couch.

"Sure," replied Ginny, walking out of the bedroom in her Gryffindor robes that Draco decided looked somewhat becoming on her, despite the lion.

"Do you want to go out with me? In a real way, though, not just the way you wanted to on the train earlier."

"Well," said Ginny, tapping her foot, "I guess I do, but only if you promise not to get back at guys who I say that I'm going to get back at."

"Like Blaise?"

"No, like you," said Ginny, jumping onto the couch and grabbing Draco's sides, in yet another tickle fight. All thoughts of going to class were soon lost, and Draco and Ginny battled for dominance in a fight of fingers. Of course, being a Slytherin, Draco cheated a lot, using other body parts to dominate Ginny, mostly his lips, which rendered Ginny incapable of coherent thought, much less the use of her fingers.