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A:N/ god I love u guys! U no how to make a gal feel special! Hmmm. Thanks for all the reviews, I have to say, I don't do the thanks every1 separately, but I have to say a spesh thnx to;

slytheringrl17! It feels great to know a completely random person reviewed me twice!

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I also have to say (of course) thanks to Kingston my beta! Another great job, and I hope everyone else enjoyed the 'totally Malfoy' part as much as I did! U does the best job! Go read her fic in Gundam wing AH! It's under ANASTASIA KHUSHRENADA) Just another quick note, some of the things in this chappie are gonna be really clichéd but hey I want it.

Ps I'm not to sure about this chappie, please don't be too cruel! o

ON with the story!

Ginny stretched out as she wiped the sleep out of her eyes, nothing was better than waking up late on a Saturday… except, perhaps, waking up late on a Saturday and realizing it was a Hogsmaede weekend! This Saturday looked to be even more enjoyable then the last. She opened her eyes and looked around the dorm. Everyone was waking up, tired eyes and bed hair surrounded her. Only, one bed was empty. She smirked; Granger still couldn't get into the dorm without someone opening the door for her. Sure, Ginny had got into trouble from McGonagall for it, but in the end it was Granger's word against hers that she'd hexed the door, and she'd managed to get out of a detention. She could've taken it off, but it was so fun watching Granger struggle to hold her anger in. Life was great at the moment.

She jumped out of bed and headed for the showers. She quickly washed, wrapping a towel around herself as she dried her hair with a quick spell. Lavender was already dressed – normally being the last one to finish getting ready - when she got out, and she nodded to her before watching her leave. Once Ginny was alone, she pulled her clothes out from the back of her wardrobe. It was a Hogsmaede weekend, after all, and she had plans for her day so she couldn't just wear any clothes. When she was finished dressing she headed into the common room, grabbing her cloak on the way out.

Stealing a look around the room she noticed all the girls, including Granger were all wearing jeans and sweaters. Normal Gryffindors were so conservative, but then again Ginny wasn't a normal gryff. She wore black cameo short shorts over fishnets with a white and black sprayed men's dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up just threatening to cover her hands and her lacy red bra could just be glimpsed where the shirt fell loosely over her right shoulder. Her auburn hair hung limp down her back and helped her cloak cover what she was wearing. If a teacher or another Gryffindor glimpsed what she was wearing she wouldn't have been able to leave the castle. To other Gryffindors wearing a skirt above your knee probably was considered murder.

No one looked at her twice as she trudged down to the carriages; she looked exactly the same as all the other students, black cloak falling to her ankles. Or so she thought.

Across the other side of the grounds (hidden, though, heading the same way). Two Slytherin princes watched the little flame as she glided to a carriage and climbed inside.

"Well, she certainly ain't like the other Weasley's… or the other Gryffindors for that matter. So much grace and ambience for such a small thing. I wonder what she's wearing under that cloak? Don't you Drake?" Blaise licked his lips; he sure was in a chirpy mood this morning.

"Zabini sometimes I swear you notice too much for your own good." Draco was too busy thinking about the pixie to notice the smirk Blaise had given him.

"Would there be anything wrong with that?"

"Not with me, but it might bother others. And I won't always be there." He was still daydreaming.

"Yeah, you'll be too busy with your new toy." He looked at Draco, his slightly glazed eyes and a hint of a smile playing on his and added quietly to himself; in a closet somewhere.

It was crowded on the main streets of Hogsmaede; almost everyone was buying presents for Christmas, including Ginny. This year she had more than ever to buy for. Usually it was just lollies for everyone in her family, but she didn't think the Malfoy's would like candy that much.

Ok time for a mental list, who do I have to buy for?

Mum, dad, Fred and George, Bill, Charlie, Ron and then there's Ms. Malfoy and Malfoy or is it Draco, god this is gonna get confusing. Nothing for Potty and Granger and when did I start making 'mental lists?'

Since now

Her parents had sent her a large amount of money to buy presents this year; her father almost seemed to be throwing away the money like he hated it. She walked down the main street, stopping in Honeydukes for candy for Ron, Charlie and Bill. Then in the Quill shop, she bought one everlasting quill each for both her mother and father and a nice royal blue with a gold tipped one for Draco's mum, or was it Mrs. Malfoy? This was going to get confusing. Second last shop was Zonko's where she bought an array of jokes and some of the new stock for the twins to look at. At the end of the street and thirty four galleons later she faced Quality Quidditch Supplies. She had no idea of what to get Draco. She knew it had to be something Quidditch; he'd like that (as much as a Malfoy could). She decided on a collector's item, 1652 edition golden snitch which was voted best snitch by Which Broomstick. It was the most expensive present bought at 82 galleons and 3 sickles.

She finished her Christmas shopping around five o'clock. She sent her bags up to her rooms and dodged the last of the Hogwarts shoppers to stroll into the darker parts of Hogsmaede. She was not going back, not yet.

She walked around for awhile before finding the place she wanted, a small wizards club, Magical. It looked dark and dingy on the outside but on the inside it was lights, music, drinks…and boys. Most Hogwarts students didn't know about this place but a small crowd, mainly Slytherins and Ravenclaws, knew about this place, and even then what went on in here stayed in close circles.

She sat at the bar and ordered a drink, soaking up the surroundings. She caught the eye of one ex-Slytherin, Marcus Flint. He strolled over to her and sat next to her.

"Hellllllo, you new around here sweetie?" he slurred, but she wasn't sure that it was from drinking. Perhaps it was some strange new drawl that he suddenly acquired for trying to pick up people.

"You could say that, Flint." She winked at him and turned back to her drink for a moment.

"Now this is unfair, you know my name but I don't know yours, care to enlighten?"

He seemed to be thinking that either word had gotten round about him, or he was supposed to know her from somewhere. It was the perfect opportunity to play with him a little. "Well I went to school with you for… hmm… one year."

"Slytherin?"

"No." she smirked slightly, moving her finger slowly around the rim of her glass.

"Ravenclaw."

"No." He was surprised now, she was either a Hufflepuff, who were too daft to get here or a Gryffindor, but they were too good to be in place like this.

"Hufflepuff?"

"No." She let out a laugh. "I'm a Gryffindor."

He was getting ideas now - he could do something to her and her pride would get in the way of her retaliating or telling anyone. He grinned an evil grin and started talking to her, motioning to the barman, who was an old friend of his from school, to keep the drinks coming.

Two hours, five shots and five highly alcoholic chasers later, she was drunk, going along with almost everything he said and leaning on him heavily. At the moment she was part way through telling him about how good his arse had looked in Quidditch robes, and how Malfoy had nice eyes. How the two were linked, he wasn't sure, but he was ready to take her back to his flat in London and have his way. He had just maneuvered her off her stool and was heading to the exit when a black haired Slytherin came up and had a word to him. He had backed off straight away and disappeared out of the door.

He couldn't believe it; the little pixie had gotten herself drunk! He got her before she decided that 'oh no, Flint wouldn't rape a young witch.' At first he hadn't believed it was her, not with the clothes she was wearing and the drunken way she was hanging off Flint, but he had watched, carefully, and realized it was her just in time. He had noticed Flint, the bastard ready to get her hook, line and sinker and decided it was his turn to make a move.

"Come on, Weasley, you can't stay here like that." He whispered in her ear.

"Like what?" She said turning round, and trying to locate where the voice had come from, stumbling and landing in his safe grip.

"Like that." He hauled her up and pushed her up the stairs and out of the club. The night air was cold and the first frost of winter was beginning to fall. It sobered her up slightly, the cold air hitting her as she fumbled to do up her cloak. He did his best to keep her form falling over, but by the time he had snuck back into the castle (Potter wasn't the only one who knew passages) she was soaking wet from stumbling and tripping over nothing but her own feet. He hauled her up through the hidden entrance from the passage and carried her down through the castle.

It wasn't that he was too lazy to take her up to Gryffindor tower or she was too heavy, he just thought that Draco might have some more fun with this situation. That and it would be amusing for him to watch how Draco handled the situation.

"Blaissse, where arrre-hic-we going?" She slurred, giggling a little at how her voice sounded.

"For a little sleepover." He grinned down at her.

"Where?" She looked puzzled for a bit, looking around her. Comprehension slowly dawned as she realized that they were walking through the dungeons. "Not in your-hic-room I hope, if anyone heard I'd become-hic-whore of Hoggwartssss."

"Nope not my room, we're going to Draco's room."

She started giggling at his name.

"What's so funny little pixie?" he was confused, but then again she was drunk.

"How many girls would die to hear-hic-that?" He smirked, she did have a point. With those last words she fell asleep in his arms.

They reached the Head boy's dorm and Blaise knocked. Draco opened the door, wrapped in only a towel and his body wet from the shower he had just taken. His hair was slicked back with water and he looked at Blaise, surprise playing across his face but quickly covered by the blankness of a Malfoy. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Found a little pixie in the garden and thought it a nice gift for the Slytherin prince." He nodded at the sleeping figure in his arms.

"And what would I want with a little pixie?"

"That, Draco, is entirely up to you." He pushed open the rest of the portrait and waltzed in. Looking around he decided to place her on the king sized bed.

"Oh and by the way, her clothes need changing, there's vomit on them."

With that he winked at Draco and walked out before Draco could say anything else.

Well I can't move her now and I'm not sleeping on the sofa. He smirked as he thought about what to wear, he couldn't wear nothing knowing the little weasels temper. He decided on green satin pajama pants for him and pulled out an old black dress shirt for her. (Being so rich, he didn't own many normal shirts.) He wrinkled his nose slightly at the smell of her clothes and did a quick spell to get rid of the worst of the mess before stripping her down to her undergarments. He loosely slid the shirt on her fragile frame and did up three of the buttons, it would have to do; he was too tired to do a proper job.

Ginny blinked, god she didn't feel well. She rubbed her eyes gingerly trying to remember what had happened last night.

Wait a minute, that ain't my hand.

She felt a pair of arms twisted around her middle, one of the coarse thumbs drawing circles around her belly button making her feel quite nice. She was pressed up against a hard object, a chest. But funnily enough, as most people's bodies are warm, this one wasn't but it wasn't cold either, it was lukewarm. It wasn't what you might call a loving body, as Dean's had been and it didn't feel like Michaels had, warmed and nice, but it felt…good, like she was meant to be there. It kind of made her feel special – like she was the flame to warm this body up, and whoever he was would be there to cool her down.

God, I just hope I'm not thinking about an old man. Yuck! It could be that guy from last night who I was talking to in Magical.

Breathe…ok when turn around I will not scream. God, I hope it isn't an old man.

She turned around slowly in whoever's embrace she happened to be in and came face to face with Malfoy's grey eyes. He smirked at her.

Oh God, he isn't wearing a shirt…oh…yum! No bad Ginny, Bad!

"Good morning pixie."