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A grumpy Ginny woke up at five thirty the next morning. Her sleep had been a restless one, plagued by dreams of Tom Riddle and Lucius Malfoy. She sat up and looked round.

Everyone's asleep.

Well yeah, I should be to, it's Saturday AND it happens to be five thirty in the morning!

Oh.

I was right; I'm getting dafter every day

Shut up.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, quickly changed into a pair of older robes and grabbed her beaters club. She felt like beating something up and Granger wasn't awake yet, so a bludger would have to suffice. She slowly trudged along the hallways. It was dark and quiet in the castle; all that you could hear was the sound of her shoes as they scuffed along the ground. She loved the feeling of being alone in the dark. It might have creeped others out because all they think about is what could be hiding in a particularly dark corner, but she had always thought of it as a sanctuary, where you could blend in to it and hide. It was beautiful.

She reached the large oak doors and pushed one open. Sunlight momentarily blinded her eyes as she headed down the front stairs and crossed the grounds to the Quidditch pitch. She bashed the hell out of bludgers for a good forty-five minutes, but by six thirty she was lying down under a large tree that overlooked the lake. The sunlight warmed her face. Her discarded robes lay a few meters away and all she wore were her pajamas. Her top clung to her chest, damp and sweaty and it seemed her green shorts had crept even further up her legs than thought possible. He hair was mussed up but still in her ponytail.

"It would seem, Weasel, that I just can't get away from you." Drawled an all too familiar voice.

"Well maybe, Ferret, you're not trying hard enough." She closed her eyes and focused on the birds chirping.

"Oh, believe me Weasley, I'm trying." He sat down next to her and focused on the lake.

"Why Malfoy, I believe you just held an actual conversation with me without trying to hex or poison me." She sat up and looked at him; sneaking a glance at this hands and saw they were without his wand.

"I was brought up with more dignity than that, I don't hex, Women, unless they annoy me." He smirked but made no movement to face her.

"Well, I annoy you, don't I? After all, I am a Weasley."

"You're also my fiancé in a way. I may not like you but I do want a good looking wife now don't I?"

"So all I'm gonna be is some little whore of yours who has to appear with you in public. What no love or anything. Gasp! I'm heartbroken." She raised her hand to her forehead and threw herself on the ground in an over dramatic way.

"Oh I can show love." he smirked and turned to face her, raising an eyebrow suggestively. She turned to face him, disgust playing across her face.

"You wouldn't know what love was if it bit you on that pompus ass of yours."

"Oh I don't think love's ever bitten my ass but I've had other experiences with others." He was mocking her! Watching shock pass to anger in her eyes. He was laughing at her!

"You piss me off so much, you stuck up prick!" she jumped up and turned to walk off.

Draco lunged for her hand catching it just as she took her first step and using it to pull himself up as well as holding her in her spot.

Ginny was surprised at his strength as she was jerked back. He looked so slender, as if he held no strength what-so-ever. She stumbled as he pulled her back to him, landing her closer than either had anticipated.

He smirked to himself. Their lips were only hairsbreadths apart. She could feel his warm breath wash over her face.

God her lips are full. He thought to himself, he couldn't stop looking at them, glancing quickly into her eyes and back down to her lips.

His eyes, they look like the moon, so…beautiful. She was staring at him, her gaze slowing taking note of where his eyes were traveling. Before she could stop herself, her eyes had drifted down, over her face and locked on his lips. They looked so soft, almost feminine, and yet the smirk that played across them was totally masculine – totally Malfoy.

They were both gazing at each others lips, their breath mingling. Their pulses quickened, hearts beating almost as one. Slowly, their lips started gravitating toward each other before suddenly they were locked together, Draco dropping Ginny's wrist in favor of pulling her hips towards him, and Ginny's arms wrapping around Draco's neck – one hand entangling itself in his hair, the other pushing his chest closer to hers.

It started as a chaste meeting of lips, their bodies pressing together as their lips moved against one another. Before long, however, Ginny felt the tentative touch of Draco's tongue, seeking entrance, which she gladly gave. As his tongue entered her mouth, playing with hers in an dance as old as time, she couldn't help the moan that was dragged out of her. At the sound of her own voice, her face grew red. She suddenly realized what she was doing. Not only was she kissing Malfoy, but she was enjoying it!

She pulled away, taking a few extra steps back so she could vent her rage and embarrassment, and glared at him

"YOU FUCK WIT, HOW DARE YOU DO THAT! IF I HAVE TO MARRY YOU, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU SUFFER FOR THE REST OF YOUR FUCKED UP LIFE!" He smirked at her.

"How dare I do what? You didn't exactly stop it did you?"

"You just stuck your tongue down my throat!"

"You like it though didn't you?"

"That is beside the point"

He smirked, looked her up and down one last time before turning, and started to walk back to the castle.

Ginny POV-

She was walking away from the prick as fast as she could. It didn't matter that she was actually heading in the same direction as him, and was going to the same place. She was going to take the most round about route she could manage while she thought, and damn-it, she was doing a good job at it.

I have to MARRY that ass!

Yes.

No fighting it? There was a little bit of resignation creeping into her inner voice.

Probably not.

Have to get used to it?

Yes should I …err…? Enjoy myself whilst I'm at it.

Yes, I think we should.

I think I'm getting better at this whole listen to your inner voice thing.

Yep…it feels good doesn't it?

She laughed out loud

After her nice, long, calming walk back to the castle, which, due to her round-about route, took nearly four times what it should have given where she had been, and spending a large portion of her day in the library's restricted section, talking to Madam Pince (who Ginny got along with very well), she decided to stalk through the halls, and perhaps scare some unsuspecting first years while she was at it. Unfortunately, the group of first years she had first spied on her stalk-a-thon was clustered around someone she definitely did not want to see. He looked up from basking in their awe (and pretending to hate it) and caught site of Ginny.

"Ginny?" She didn't acknowledge him and kept walking past – it was too late to turn around and run in the other direction.

"Hey, Ginny, wait up!" He disentangled himself from one overly affectionate first year and jogged after the retreating slender figure.

She stopped at the end of the hall, partially because she was unsure what direction would lead her to normal people faster, partially because she wanted to get this confrontation over and done with. Harry reached her side, and placed his hand upon her shoulder, lingering just a little too long before turning her around to face him, and then keeping his hand there.

"Ginny, what's wrong with you?"

She realized where this conversation was going immediately. The boy-who-wouldn't-die wanted to have a D&M about her… which somehow would lead to him, as always.

"Nothing." She replied, shrugging his hand off before trying to make a quick left – she didn't want this conversation right now, not anymore.

"Ginny, don't walk away." There was a definite purr to Harry's voice as he said this. It made Ginny freeze and shudder slightly in revolution. "Ginny, listen to me, sweetie."

"Fuck off Harry." She replied with an amazing amount of control over her voice. All she wanted to do was break every bone in his body.

"Don't be like that, Ginny. I want you now, can't you tell? It'll be our little secret. He slid up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She stiffened, and was about to hex his eyes out when he grabbed hold of her wrist, preventing her from reaching her wand. He was surprisingly strong.

"What's with the whole interest in me now? Huh?" She was nearly melting a hole in the wall with her glare, trying to make her voice sound bitter instead of the disgusted and angry that she felt.

"Well I noticed you've really grown up. You're way better looking and you don't let people walk all over you anymore, that's all."

"So I my hair changes colour and I grow tits and suddenly I'm gorgeous." She didn't wait for his reply before continuing, not thinking about what she was saying. "You know you and Malfoy would go so well together, you're both self centered pricks who are only interested in looks. For the 'hero' you sure a bastard, oh, wait, you're the 'boy wonder', you know everything so you would be aware of that fault." He stepped back, shocked by what she had just said. He quickly recovered and retorted, gripping her wrist even tighter.

"Why is it that every time I talk to you, Malfoy always comes into the situation? I was right, you two are fuck buddies aren't you?"

"Well, actually, Potter, we aren't fuck buddies, though I think I have more of a chance with her than you do." Draco was leaning against the wall, the ever present smirk proudly placed on his face. Shadows were playing over his face but his hair stood out like deatheater at a wedding.

"Shove it Malfoy, as is she'd ever go with you, Ginny sill loves me, don't you Gin? I've seen the looks she gives me." He turned to her to see her giving him a disgusted look.

What is this, back ginny day?

You know this situation has potential, let's have fun.

She smirked at Harry, ripped her hand out of his grip and started walking towards Malfoy.

"No, Harry, I don't like you any more, you had your chance and I'm not with Draco in any sense at the moment but I'm sure he'd be up for some…sport." She turned Draco and placed his hands around her waist. She pushed in towards him. He was shocked at first but caught on well to what she was doing. He smirked at her.

"You're playing with fire, little pixie. Don't go saying anything you can't live up to. I'll hold you to your words." He whispered in her ear.

She laughed as though he'd said something affectionate and amusing before grabbing his black robes, pulling him down to her level, pushing her hips against his and rubbing her body up and along his as she met his lips, initiating a bruising kiss. She pulled away before he could start getting into it, and looked into his eyes before offering a soft retort as she brought her lips close to his again. "I'm sure you will."

Then, once again walked away, leaving a smirking Malfoy and a confused Potter.

"She's a little slut, fucking every guy with money." Harry muttered to himself.

"What did you say, Potter?" Malfoy's voice was dangerously low.

"I said she was a slut, only a slut would look at you twice." Harry spat at him. At that Malfoy lunged at Harry and effectively pinned him to the floor.

"That is girl off limits. And if you touch her I will kill you." He growled at the boy pinned underneath him before hexing him and walking off.

Ginny's POV-

She walked around the corner still not believing what she had just done.

You know I'm getting quite good at the whole 'walking away' thing aren't I?

Yes you are.

And you know I'm kind of looking forward to this marriage.

Really, you're finally admitting it.

Well he is nice looking and marriage does bind, think of all the pretty girls he'll have to go without. And he seems as if he's always up for some 'sport' or pissing off boy wonder.

She stopped hearing a mass hit the floor. She turned around and heard a low menacing voice.

Malfoy. She thought.

She stopped and listened to what he said. She was shocked.

So I'm his off limits now am I?

'Your Playing with Fire Little Pixie."

"Ha! I knew it; Draco's fallen for the little Weasel!" Blaise was dancing around the common room, it was empty while everyone else was at the Great Hall for dinner.

"I have not." Draco was scowling at him.

Damn, why'd he have to be so happy?

"Come on, I was around the corner. You told Pothead she was off limits before pounding him into the ground." Blaise stood there smirking at the uncomfortable Draco.

"I just don't want him touching what's mine."

"Overprotective Draco, man, you really don't like sharing do you?"

"Not with precious things, anyway."

"Precious, never heard you call a girl precious."

"Yes well, mother owled me and told me I wasn't going to get out of it. So I figure there's no use fighting it, if I have to marry her, I'm not having her share herself round, especially with Potter." He sounded a little too defensive to be believable.

"Why the sudden change? Is it just coz' your mother sent you a letter?" Blaise sounded dubious. "I mean, yesterday you were saying how much you hate her." He slumped into an armchair, finished dancing around the room for the meantime – everyone would be returning soon, and it wouldn't do for him to ruin his image.

"I dunno, I just thought about it. I mean, she pisses off Potter, she can't be half bad. Besides she won't be a Weasley for long." He smirked and walked into his room.

Ginny had decided to take a detour on her way back to the common room, she knew that Harry would have told Ron and Granger about the encounter with her and Malfoy, and she knew that they would lecture her on it no matter what. So she had taken the long way, going past the Ravenclaw wing and the dungeons entrance. Time was against her though; it seemed that her detour did not give her more time because the minute she set out it seemed that she was looking at the portrait of the fat Lady.

"Password, dear?"

"Whitticus." The Lady smiled at her before swinging open. Ginny cautiously stepped into the common room; she stayed in the shadows trying to hide form anyone who might have been up.

"GINERVA WEASLEY! WHAT IN THE NAME OF GRINDELWAND IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU SNOGGING MALFOY AND LEADING HARRY ON!" Ron's face looked like the tomatoes her mother grew.

"Oh, of course, your on his side, you weren't there, you don't know the whole story!"

"I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, YOU SNOGGED FUCKING MALFOY!"

"Yeah, well you snogged Hermione, Lavender AND Parvati all in one night. And Harry oh, don't get me started on him, going out with Hermione just to get back at Cho and then cracking onto me!" She was fuming and the common room was silent, the handful of students still in there was staring wide-eyed at the scene unraveling before them.

"You little whore, how dare you accuse Harry of doing that! If you're not careful, I'll hex you into next year!" Hermione was trying to stare daggers at but it looked more like butter knives.

"You would think Granger that you of all people would have learned to shut your trap. You don't even deserve to look at me, let alone talk to me. You all claimed to be my friends but you don't have the slightest clue what is going on with me! I'm sick of being the puppy on your leash. I'm not taking your crap anymore and if you can't deal with it you can go jump in the fucking lake and get eaten by hinkepuffs for all I care!"

Ginny then did what she really was getting very good at and walked right past them and into her dorm. There she spelled so it would open to anyone but Granger. That done, and knowing that there was no way the filthy little whore could undo the spell (it was one of her own creations), she shut her curtains on the bed and went to sleep.