A Satisfying Experience

Disclaimer: One day I will create an ode of praise to J.K. Rowling because of her characters.

Ginny had always been pretty stubborn. She spoke her mind often as was as defiant as her bright red hair. She also had a very high temper.

Ginny had always pictured one guy who would knock her off her feet. He wouldn't be a goggling idiot like some of the other guys she had to put up with. But rather, he would be cool and right with her on her decisions, always backing her up one hundred percent. For a long time she thought this guy would be Harry Potter. She liked him from the very minute she heard about the boy who defeated Voldemort. She admired anyone who would stand up for what was good and noble, even if he was just a baby. Later Voldemort came back, though, but Harry'd been fighting him just about every year since. He had even saved her once...that was just about the thing that made Ginny like him the most. That he was smart, direct, and brave. But then he went out with Cho Chang and although that hurt Ginny, she moved on. In a way. She would always have a thing for him, she considered Harry her first love. But for now she had given up on him and his never-realizing-she-was-right-in-front-of-him problem. Now she had a new dilemma: keeping Draco Malfoy out of her mind.

It was such an odd concept, too. Where Ginny was normally sure of everything here comes Draco Malfoy messing her up, without even knowing it himself. Ginny wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't even sure if it meant anything, but in a way it was something to focus on, and with all the talk of war and upcoming O.W.L.s she welcomed something different. Something that just involved her. She hadn't told anyone about the dream, even Hermione.

One night about a week after having the weird Draco-filled dream Ginny was coming back late from detention with Snape (she had retorted smartly when he was insulting her potion and got a detention pickling frog brains) when who else would she run into but Malfoy...in a towel! He was cursing the name "Blaise!" while holding up the towel with his fist on one side. His face was red and his hair wet and plastered around his face, eyes storming. He skidded around the corner and knocked Ginny off her feet, literally. Draco was literally fuming and Ginny was slightly frightened but without a word he grabbed her hand and yanked her too her feet again before continuing quickly down the hall. Ginny shook her head to wake up from the weirdness of what she had just experienced and called out to Draco's retreating figure "So that's it then?"

And he stopped and turned around, obviously still annoyed but even more at the question "what do you mean?"

"I mean no insulting my family, or making fun of Harry, or calling me names? What has happened to you?" Asked Ginny bravely. Draco started walking toward her, still very tense but calmly angry. Ginny didn't falter but stood as tall as she could and stared into his eyes. Draco got about a foot away and stared squinting almost into Ginny's eyes, mouth partly open and not sure what to say. He had gone to take a bath in the prefects bathroom to get his mind off things and Blaise Zambini thinks it'd be funny to take his clothes. And then as he's trying to get both back to his common room without looking too un-malfoy ish and he runs into the youngest Weasley, the stubborn as an arse one. He's speechless. This year he's been so preoccupied on other things with everything he hasn't felt a need to torment her...why waste the time? That was back when things were different...but now...

They were still staring into each other's eyes. Ginny:defiant;Malfoy:angry and unsure. Draco was puzzled again, right as he was about to retort. Why had he even come back to her? But he saw it, this look in her eye, was it, caring? Draco hardly had people who truely cared about him around, he could be mistaken. But a second later and it was back to the stubborness that he knew, waiting for an answer to her question: why had he not been tormenting her.

"Because..." Draco began, getting ticked off all over again that he felt compelled to even give her an answer and now he couldn't even phrase it well. "Because I have better things to do now"

Ginny raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms "Oh yeah? Like what?" She asked in a condescending tone

Draco was taken aback "None of your business! You...stinking...bloodtraitor!" He attempted as a vengeful comeback. He attempted a menacing glare.

Ginny started laughing. She laughed and her whole face lit up, she laughed so hard she covered her mouth and all the while Draco was standing there taken back and feeling so odd that all this had taken place with Ginny of all people and then he actually did a half smile, too, just because of the insanity after all. Ginny saw it and stopped laughing, actually smiled. "You've lost it" she stated.

"Lost what?" Replied Malfoy, getting offended "I could say the same to you about your sanity"

"No...well, true" said Ginny. "I mean you've lost the immature impulse that made you have to insult me or my family every opportunity you got"

Draco pondered a moment, still glaring in a way at Ginny "maybe..." he responded quietly and thoughtfully. Ginny just smiled. "I'll make you a deal" she said.

Now it was Draco's turn to raise an eyebrow "why would I want to make a deal with you?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Look," she began matter-of-factly "I know tons of people. Tons of people that would love to hear about this little towel escapade. But I won't tell it"

"Why?"

"Because I like the change in you. If you don't insult me anymore, and at least keep my family and friends insulting to a minimum, I won't tell"

"Why should I trust you?" Scoffed Draco, this thought of Ginny spreading this embarassing fact across the entire school just sinking in.

"Why shouldn't you?" Replied Ginny, with a smug look on her face.

"Fine," shot Draco, irritated. "Good night Weasley." And he quickly turned and began walking off again towards the Slytherin common room.

"Wait!" Called out Ginny for a last time. Draco turned back around, apprehension showing a bit in the normally black face "Also, from now on call me...Ginny."

Draco made a slight sour face before retorting "fine...Ginny"

And Ginny smiled serenely and with a nod and a "good" she turned around and marched off to her own common room, stopping after a few yards and looking behind her, Draco was just rounding the corner, with almost the same calculating look on his face that Colin had on earlier.

Ginny was happy. She had maintained a clear head, had a new branded image of Draco in a towel, and had actually had a somewhat civil conversation with someone that she never pictured having one with.

That night she had a second dream about Draco, but this time they were both in the prefect's bathroom, basking in the more private advantage of it.