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A/N: okay I no last chapter was a bit off, I didn't particularly like it and that why it took sooo long! Well thnx to all who reviewed. Thnx to Anastasia my beta! (Well, your beta liked the last chapter – getting drunk is fun! Yay for clubbing! XP)

Oh Blissfulxsin: no worries (I hope I spelt it right)

On with the story.

--"Good morning pixie"

Oh God, she was in Malfoy's bed and she wasn't wearing her clothes, her underwear yes but not her clothes, whatever she had on felt way to nice to be something she owned. It was soft and smelt vaguely like Draco and wait, there was no way she had changed!

Good morning is all he can say?

Well what should he say? 'Hey do you remember last night?' yea I didn't think so.

I'm so fucking annoying!

Yum…so…nice…no…shirt…YUM!

No bad me bad bad bad bad Ginny! Soap now!

Yuk, soap.

"Um yea, good morning." she sat up and ran her hand through her hair; she would not show any weakness in front of him.

This is so bobbins, it's just not funny.

"Did you sleep well?" there was a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Yes I rather did." She smirked back at him and swung herself out of his bed. Shouldn't she have a hangover? Thank Merlin for small miracles. Unless Malfoy had been so kind as to cast that tricky little charm she'd heard about that stopped hangovers. That would mean she would have another thing that she owed him for, although she had just spent the night in his bed and in his arms. Why'd she just remind herself of that? She was so embarrassed, though she wouldn't show it Draco knew too well.

He looked her up and down as he lay on his side. His shirt reached half way up her thigh (traditionally) and looked mighty fine on her. Her legs were gorgeous; smooth, pale skin that was just begging to be touched. He could've jumped her right then and there… but it was so much more fun when the participant was willing. He sighed, he'd have to wait.

Ginny looked around for her clothes but they were no where to be found. They weren't on the comfy looking chair that was sitting in front of Draco's own fireplace, or on the rug in front of said fireplace that was just begging for unseemly things to be performed on it. They weren't even strewn around his bed, which at least put to rest any fears she had about what they got up to last night. She pouted and walked over to his drawers.

"What are you doing, Weaselette?" he frowned as his gaze followed her across the room.

"I'm getting clothes, seeing as mine are non-existent and yours are just so comfy." Her voice hinted at sarcasm, and a little bit of anger that he felt he could so easy remove and dispose of her clothes. She opened the top draw but her hand was caught by his as she felt his body heat radiate around her. He was a fast mover.

"How about I get you something to wear, though I don't see what the rush is, it is Sunday and all."

"Malfoy wants to spend time with me? Little Ginny Weasley? I'm touched, but really I have to go. Seeing as it's the last week and all, I need to pack."

He was still holding onto her wrist as she twisted back to face the topless boy. Oh god, she had to stop noticing that. Her breathing had become heavier and Draco had noticed how her chest was rising and falling a lot faster than normal, his shirt falling open slightly with each inhalation showing that decidedly naughty red lacy bra she'd worn out the night before. He smirked inwardly; he loved having this effect on her. He slid his hand down her arm, trailing his fingertips along her skin. He nearly let out a chuckle when she tried to repress her shiver of pleasure at the action. Her eyes were fluttering closed and Draco knew he had total control of the situation. He pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist before he leant down to kiss her. Her lips were at first unresponsive, it took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. Then she closed her eyes and started to kiss back with more force than he was applying, her own arms coming up to wrap around his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of lips pressing against lips with enough strength to bruise, his tongue snaked its way into her mouth and started to twirl its way around hers, he was no novice at this. She gripped him harder as she moaned into the kiss. His hands were exploring under her shirt and began to unbutton it. In no time at all he had the shirt open and had gripped the waistline of her panties when she realized what he wanted. It broke her from the passion that had threatened to overcome her. She broke the kiss off, though she wanted more, and looked him in the eye.

"Tsk. Tsk, you can't have that. Not yet anyway." She kept eye contact and continued. "So do you have something I could borrow?"

He pulled out a black cloak and threw it to her in a huff.

"Now Draco, you shouldn't pout, it is very unbecoming of you." She used the voice her mother used when telling her that she had to act like a proper little lady. She laughed as she threw the cloak over her shoulders and gave him one last peck on the cheek before walking into the darkness of the dungeons.

She climbed through the portrait hole and was making her way up the stares when someone pulled her back form behind.

"WHY THE FUCK DOES YOUR CLOAK HAVE A SLYTHERIN CREST ON IT FRONT!" she looked down and saw the crest.

Crap.

"Calm down, Ronald, its nothing." She turned to walk away as he ripped the cloak off her to reveal her in nothing apart form Draco's shirt.

"NOTHING? YOU LITTLE WHORE, I'LL GIVE YOU NOTHING!" He slapped her across the face as he took in her state of dress and put two and two together.

"Ronald, don't make me do something I might regret." Her eyes were blazing as she held the side of her face. He laughed at her, no doubt at the fact that his baby sister had the nerve to threaten him. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at his face as he stopped laughing and stared open mouthed at her. She wouldn't do anything.

"Don't you dare, you little Slytherin whoress…"

"Obliviate!" she watched him get flung across the room and land knocked out cold, when he woke up he wouldn't remember any of this. Luckily the room had been empty or so she thought.

She couldn't believe Ginny would do that, nothing was that bad that she would wipe someone's memory. She had come down at the sound of Ron yelling – she'd had to sleep outside the dorm again due to Ginny's little spell, although she had only caught the last part of the confrontation. She didn't know what to do, Ron wouldn't believe her if she told him that his sister had cast a memory spell on him, and if he did believe her then he would feel bad that his sister had one up on him. If she told Ginny she had seen, what was stopping Ginny doing it to her to? The once meek little red head, youngest of the Weasley family, has certainly turned into a force to be reckoned with, and perhaps even feared.

The last week of school had passed quickly, despite the 'knowing looks' she got from Snape and Draco or some random boy from Slytherin constantly turning around and smirking at her. Even the first year Slytherin's seemed to know. Somehow it had leaked out about her weekend, no thanks to Zabini, most likely, and now all of Slytherin looked at her differently. When Draco sneered or smirked at her, though, it was different from the rest of Slytherin, it seemed that it attracted her to him like she wanted him there and then. And she would have but she wasn't that easy, she would make him wait knowing that he wanted her just as much. She could put up with all the looks from the other Slytherin's if Draco turned around after and smirked at her in the way that only he could. But one potions class it had just gotten too much.

FLASHBACK :

She had stormed out of the dungeon after Seamus had made a comment about 'ferret' boy and his habit of staring at her. It had caused most of the Slytherins in the class to turn around and look at her in that irritating way that made her want to kill someone, and then Professor Snape had looked at her as well! Even he seemed to know what was going on, and about the engagement. It was too much for her. Her abrupt departure had taken many by surprise and the way Snape hadn't yelled, stopped her or taken house points away was just plain scary. Ron and Harry and looked in shock at Snape, just waiting for him to stop Ginny before she left the classroom. When he didn't, Ron decided to follow after his sister – obviously something was very wrong if she was able to run out of Potions without Snape saying anything. He had just started to stand when Draco shot up out of his seat and ran out the door. Ron and Harry made to follow when Snape had stopped them.

"Just where do you think you're going Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter?"

"Ginny, Profess…"

"I don't think so. Both of you sit back down. And 25 points from Gryffindor…"

"But Malfoy…!" Harry protested.

"… Each." Snape finished. That had both of the boys sitting and quiet in less than a heart beat.

Outside the classroom, it hadn't taken Draco very long to catch up with Ginny. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a stop and slamming her up against the wall of the hall they were in to stop her struggling. He grabbed her other hand, pinning both of them above her head as he looked into her eyes, which were clouded with anger and maybe a little embarrassment.

"Where do you think you're going, pixie?" he whispered to her, his breath playing across her face.

"Away from you and all those goddamned Slytherins." She replied heatedly.

"Why'd you want to get away from me, hmm?" He leaned closer. It was getting harder for him to resist her when they were this close. Her chest was pressed up against his and he could feel her heart beating through her robes. Her eyes were wide and filled with a passionate anger, the type of anger that he wanted to see if he could change to just passion instead.

"I… well… you…" Ginny was at a loss for words – Draco had just press her closer to the wall using his body and she was defenseless against him with her arms pinned above her. His lips were almost aligned with hers, tantalizing inches away, and she had just enough leverage that she could reach them if she stood on her toes and pushed forward a little…

"Well?" He breathed.

That was it for Ginny, just watching his lips form the words, despite the smirk that was beginning to show on his face or perhaps because of it, she pressed herself closer to him bodily, and pressed her lips against his. Draco was more than willing to respond, still not letting go of her wrists above her. He transferred the grip to one hand so the other was free to caress her through her robes. She moaned and opened her mouth for him. He readily joined his tongue with hers, pressing closer to her, if that was even possible, only just leaving enough room for his hand to roam between them.

They were so caught up in their passion that they didn't hear footsteps coming along the hall. They were completely oblivious until they heard a shrill noise from the corner of the hall that they were nearest too.

"MR MALFOY and…" McGonagall roared. She paused slightly as she saw who Draco was with as the pair sprung apart with shock. "Miss Weasley…?"

Ginny had the grace to blush and even Draco looked a little flustered. McGonagall recovered quickly.

"Just WHAT do you think you're doing, both of you? It is against school rules and highly unseemly. To think that two of the best students in the grade, and seventh years no less, who should be setting an example for the rest of the grade… not only are you cutting class but you're... Honestly, I had expected more from you, Miss Weasley! The only problem I'm going to have with this is deciding just how many points to deduct from both your houses and how many detentions you'll serve!" She was almost red in the face from her rant, her lips coming together to form a thin white line – a sure sign she was extremely angry.

"Professor McGonagall, if I may intrude…" Professor Snape arrived behind Professor McGonagall, obviously after leaving his class with some work to look for his star pupil and his betrothed.

"What is it, Severus?" came McGonagall's clipped reply.

"I believe that what you appeared to have found Mr. Malfoy and Miss Weasley engaged in is actually not against the school rules."

"Oh? And how is that, Severus?"

"As you well know it is stipulated in the rules that if a betrothed or engaged couple partake of that activity then they are exempt from whatever punishments that you may have been intending to carry out…"

Professor McGonagall paled. "Severus, surely you're not saying that…"

Draco used this opportunity to speak up, wrapping his arm around Ginny's waist as he spoke. Ginny was still recovering from the shock of McGonagall catching them to resist.

"Yes, Professor. Our engagement will be announced publicly in about a week's time in a celebration at Malfoy Manor."

McGonagall was shocked, seeming unable to speak for a moment or two before she responded. "Ah, I see… well, if you're not returning to class, Ginny, I'd like to talk to you. Is that alright, Severus?"

Professor Snape nodded and led Draco back to the potions class. Draco smirked back at Ginny, mouthing to her just before he went around the corner: 'Thanks, pixie.'

Ginny was about to pull the finger at him when she remembered who she was standing with now. "Ginny, if you'd follow me."

Ginny nodded and followed Professor McGonagall up through the dungeons to her office. There, McGonagall told Ginny that she had been so shocked and felt such pity for poor little Ginny, she had excused her from her transfiguration end of term exam and said if she ever felt the need in class, she was to feel free to be excused to go talk to the headmaster or herself about how bad she might feel, or even go to Madam Pomfrey for some counseling from the mediwitch. Ginny couldn't have been happier with the results of her last encounter with Malfoy – one less exam to study for, but the best was yet to come the next day.

Hermione had found out about Ginny's excusal from the end of term exam and even though she hadn't known the reasons for the excusal she had gone to talk to McGonagall about it. She had received detention next term for being an inconsiderate prat who didn't want to get beaten in marks.

End Flashback

So now it was Friday evening and she was sitting in a train compartment completely alone. Her brother wouldn't sit with her and she didn't want to sit with him. And Draco well…she just didn't want to be alone with him, maybe she'd see him later with Zabini present, she didn't trust herself. She was happy about the holidays; she would only be spending four days with her family then the rest of the two weeks at Malfoy Manor. Ginny didn't know what it would be like but it had to be better then putting up with Ron for the holidays. So Ginny sat there contemplating life, Quidditch and Draco's positively scrumptious body when, speak of the Devil's son, he walked in with Blaise and Pansy who would also be staying at the Manor with them.

"Hey little Weasley, I'm so glad you've disconnected yourself from shit like your brother." Blaise said with strange cheeriness.

"Uh, sure Zabini, I'm glad too but please don't call me Weasley." She was scared of this boy; he always seemed to be happy or as happy as a Slytherin could be. They sat down; Pansy looking a bit off put by the way the two conversed.

"So what do you want me to call you?"

"How about Ginny?" the sarcasm was just hinted in her voice.

"No not unique enough." He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "I think Gin, it seems to fit." He smirked.

"How does Gin seem to fit?" she furrowed her brow.

"Well last Saturday, your true colors didn't just show, they flared thanks to some Gin." Pansy snorted and Blaise grinned mischievously whilst Draco smirked and continued to watch his wife to be. Their betrothal was to be announced next Wednesday at a ball celebrating that fact and Christmas Eve.

"That wasn't funny Zabini. But wait you can't call me Gin without me calling you something. But…I can't think of anything DAMN YOU!" she bought her finger to her lip and started to think in a style that would be just so adorable on a five year old.

The whole ride Pansy was a little bitch, clinging to Draco and staring at Ginny with those little pug eyes like the bully who stole your candy and then ate it in front of you. And though Draco wasn't her piece of candy, Pansy did piss her off, Pansy knew about the wedding and while Ginny may not have wanted it but Draco was still her husband to be. She had been forced to share things her whole life, and this wasn't to say that she had any feelings for him but she didn't want to share Draco.