A/N: Thank you so much to all of my reviewers! I appreciate each and every one of them, and they all helped me get on with the next chapter! Sorry if I caused any confusion with all the him's in the other chapter, there was only supposed to be two, one being of course, Tom and the other…well, if you don't already know, than you shall see. Please read and review! I'm sorry to say, but this might be the only chapter for a while seeing as this semester I have courses that demand much more work then last, and I don't think that there will be one day where I will have free time to even come online, but I shall try, and I hope that this will satisfy you for now, I made it just a bit longer, if you even notice! Enjoy. (Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors! And sorry in advanced if you get confused at all, I put in little line things to help you distinguish from whose thinking when and past from present)
(In this chapter you get to see the him!)
Dweeb.


"Art is either plagiarism or revolution."
-Paul Gauguin

He had been awake for hours, not able to get back to sleep. He hadn't seen her during the Feast the other day, but he didn't feel like admitting he was worried about her. He took a quick shower and decided to take a stroll around the lake before breakfast begun.

When he had gotten outside he heard the distinct sound of water splashing, and he headed for the lake. Upon nearing his destination he noticed a petit redhead sitting upon a large rock flinging stones into the lake. His eyebrows knitted in thought of what in bloody hazes she was trying to accomplish. Then realization kicked in, she was trying to skip stones, something he had tried to repeatedly teach her, but to no avail.

He watched as she leant over to the side retrieving more stones and setting them in her lap. She picked one up and adopted a look of determination on her face, but to him it looked more as if she was trying to be the mirror image of a toad. He smirked, watching her get ready to throw the stone, determined on making it skip. She threw it with such force that he already knew it would sink, and surely, it did.

He slowly made his way silently over to her, standing just mere feet behind her; he picked up a stone by his feet and held it in the palm of his hand as he watched her chuck the rest of the stones in her lap into the lake.

"Bugger it" he heard her murmur to herself as she made ready to get off the rock. He took that as his own cue and swiftly flung the stone with a quick flick of his wrist, sending it soaring over the lake and skipping it perfectly six or seven times before it sunk into the lake.

He couldn't help but feel smug.

"Gee Weasley, we all knew you were incompetent, but you really ought to keep that temper of yours in check." He drawled perfectly.


She had turned to look at him, but quickly averted her gaze back to the lake, resting her cheek upon her fist, and balancing her elbow on her knee. At that moment he knew she was pouting, and most definitely plotting vengeance. It wasn't in the little redheads' nature to back down without a fight he had come to learn over the past year or so of spending much appreciated time with her.
He carefully walked up to her, not knowing what to expect from this enigma of a girl. She was quiet to the world, but with him she seemed to chat up a storm, and in ways he realized she was much like him. She didn't let people in easily, but she could read people easily, just like him.
Ginny sat there, seriously contemplating the idea of hurtling a curse or hex at him, she could feel his presence behind her, and she didn't want to turn around just to see the smug look on his face. But she didn't want to remain this way either, for it would give him the satisfaction in knowing that he had once again gotten to her.

She quietly murmured the summoning spell and within seconds she had what she would like to think was seaweed, for she really didn't know what it was at all, she only knew it had come from the lake. She quickly darted a look behind her to make sure he had not seen, and when she saw the smirk plastered on her face, she knew he hadn't seen. She smiled wickedly to herself and listened carefully for any movement he might have made. The moment he was at least two steps away from her she would throw it in his face, then he wouldn't be so pretty and smug now would he?

She heard him chuckle lightly and start to slowly walk up to her. Ginnys' smile brightened at hearing him approaching her so slowly, so he knows I'm up to something. Ginny tried to push down a giggle that she could feel trying to escape her mouth and she sat up straighter.

"Oh, come on, you can't be seriously mad at me, I really didn't even do anything!" she heard him protest at her. She could just sense that he was right behind her. She gathered up all her wits and turned around and threw what ever the hell it was that was in her hand at his face. But the only thing she id wrong was close her eyes right before the thing left her hand.

She opened them a second later, just in time to see it miss his face by a centimeter. The look on his face would have been comical had she not seen the look within his eyes. Mirthful vengeance.

"So that's how we're playing is it, Weasley?" he asked as he took a step closer to her. She scrambled up off the rock and ran a few feet from him. She turned around and he was still where she had left him.

"Well if you hadn't been such a show off with the stone skipping I wouldn't have been forced to throw that at you, you git!" Ginny screamed back dunking her hand in the lake to clean it off from the excess mud that was on her hands. She looked at her hands and washed them both in the lake. She slowly got up and wiped them dry on her robes, looking back at the spot where he was. Then she realized what a big mistake it was to take her eyes off of him. She gulped as she felt his hot breathe on her neck and his sultry voice whisper into her ear.

"Force you, did I?" he asked, she turned her head slightly to look at his face as she felt his hands rest themselves upon her hips, she gulped again.

"Don't you-" she started to say as his grip on her hips became tighter and she felt her self being lifted up and thrown into the lake.

"MALFOY!" she screamed just before she hit the water.

She emerged a few seconds later; she would have come up sooner had it not been for her heavy cloak. She looked down at her now wet cloak, and once again wet hair, she frowned. She heard him chuckling at the edge of the shore, and she swam up quietly near him. When she reached him, he had started full out laughing; she mustered up all her strength and splashed him like a mad woman. That made him stop laughing, and she smiled to herself as she quickly clambered out of the water.

She started to run towards the castle but her drenched robes made it difficult for her to run at top speed away from an infuriated Malfoy.

"Weasley! You're going to pay for that you sneaky twit!" he screamed as he ran after her, his once impeccably slicked back hair in disarray plastered against his dripping face. Ginny pretended to be frightened as she cast him an over exaggerated frown, and wailed.


Even though they've been 'together' for a little over a year, they still refrained from addressing each other by their first names, but she never once thought about it. She never even thought that they would be anything akin to a couple, ever. But now that they were…sort of together she wondered how it all even came to be.

She remembered little bits and pieces of what happened, but Ginny didn't like to live in the past anymore, she much rather live the present. Ginny continued running and wailing, flailing her arms around as Malfoy started to catch up with her. She rarely ever showed her childlike side, but with Draco around most of the time, Ginny found it hard not to be childlike, since it so easily riled him up.

As she pivoted, causing him to slip and nearly fall, stopping him self with one arm, she turned running back in the direction of the lake, still continuing to frown and wail, thoughts of when they first civilly talked rushed into her mind.


It was a Saturday afternoon in September of her fifth year, a little less than a year after the events of Umbridge. Ginny was sitting under a willow tree, sketching on some scrap parchment that she found lying around the common room.

She wasn't sketching anything of importance, mainly just the scenery that was in front of her. Students running around play fighting with each other, while other students nearby sat by the lake and watched. Some students were even arguing with each other. Ginny made sure to get all of the different emotional students on paper, adding in the lake behind them and the side of the castle.

As she sketched the scenery a certain memory of the year before flashed in her mind. It was the memory of when she had hexed Malfoy, oh how she loved that memory. It was the best so far; it served him right for being such an insufferable git.

She replayed the events over and over again in her mind, focusing on his surprised expression when she hurled the hex his way each time. She smiled smugly at herself as she added the finishing touches to her sketch.

She held it away from her at arms length as she let the sunlight hit the page, illuminating the sketch, making it seem almost alive. She smiled at her efforts, but her smile quickly diminished as a shadow cast over her.

She looked up at what had caused the shadow, and there stood Draco Malfoy, in all his riches. She raised an eyebrow up at him giving him a questioning look as to why he was blocking her sunlight. She shifted to the side slightly looking past him just to see the schoolyard clear of any students or teachers what so ever. That's rather odd, she thought to herself, since just minutes ago the courtyard was brimming with students.

She looked back up at Malfoy and saw him looking at her sketch; she flipped it over, not wanting to be ridiculed for something other then her money and hair. It was his turn to give her a questioning look.

"What's wrong Weasel? Afraid you're drawing's just as shabby as you are?" he drawled, sounding as menacing as ever.

Ginny didn't know what to say, she really didn't have to say anything at all. She chose to ignore him as she gathered her things and got up to leave. As she got up to leave he moved out of her way, as if he didn't want her dirtying his robes by touching him.

Ginny felt low, she didn't mind that he made fun of her appearance or her money, but it really did hurt her that he made fun of something that she actually cherished. Something that she held so dear to her heart.

"It's a brilliant sketch Weasley." She heard him say from behind her. She turned around and stared at him narrowing her eyes in thought. She didn't know why he said it, and frankly she didn't think he knew why he said it either.

"W-what did you say?" she asked, unsure of what she truly heard.

"Did I stutter?" he shot back smirking at her. Everybody who was anybody knew that Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy did not compliment very often, if at all.

Ginny smiled; relieved that he didn't actually think her sketch was rubbish. She looked at him once more before turning around to leave, smiling once again, and she could have sworn she saw something flash across his eyes.

She wanted to walk away, but she found that she was rooted to the spot, intrigued by him. She slowly walked up to him, not knowing what she was going to do or what she was going to say.

He had asked to see the sketch once again, breaking the ice between them, and their conversation had flowed from there. They mainly kept to the safe topic of what and where she liked to sketch. But the conversation sometimes seemed to drift to a little more background information about each other, and their interests and hobbies, and back again to her sketching.

When it was time for dinner, Ginny had walked away knowing that she would never be able to speak in the civil way she did with him today. She believed that they only chatted in such a care free way because no one else was around, and she knew it was only going to be a once in the life time thing.

What she didn't know was that the very next weekend, it would happen again.


Ginny shook her head bringing herself back to the present. She screamed as he had finally caught up with her, grabbing her around the waist and tripping, sending both of them flying into the lake, once again.

Ginny surfaced and let out a belly laugh, she almost sunk beneath the surface again when Draco had surfaced and held her around the waist keeping her from slipping under.


He watched as she laughed in his arms, shaking slightly and sending a feeling that he couldn't quite place, down his spine. He loved her laugh, it was melodic and sweet. If she had laughed the way she was laughing with him now before they had begun seeing each other, he knew it would have annoyed the life out of him. But now that he had begun having feelings for her, he had grown to love her laugh. He couldn't get enough of it, but what he loved more was seeing her smile. That smile could clear a storm, and it always brought a certain twinkle to her eyes. It made her eyes shine brighter than the sun itself, giving her a beauty he never knew anyone could possess.

A year ago when he was walking on the school grounds, he had seen her sitting there alone under that willow tree and was intent on going over to mock her, but if anyone had told him that doing just that was going to make him feel this way about her, he would have scoffed at their ridiculous notions. But now that he was feeling these feelings for her, he couldn't even bring himself to scoff.

She laughed again, probably replaying everything that had just transpired. She was like that, and he liked that about her. She didn't like to forget the good memories, and she surely never liked to let go of them. When she laughed it made him feel as if his heart was swelling up inside his chest and that it would explode any moment now, and the only way to stop it from doing that was laughing with her.

She had stopped laughing now, and was holding onto his shoulders, making her a little bit higher in height than he was. She stared into his eyes, both grey and brown ones filled with mirth. She smiled again.

If truth be told, it really wasn't her drawings that had attracted him to her at first, they only played a factor in his attraction to her. It was back in his fifth year, when they had been in Umbridges' office, and she had hexed him, he had turned infuriated eyes at her then, and had to resist the urge to chuckle when he saw that huge grin plastered on her face. It was then that he knew he would do anything, just to see her smile again.

But once he had gotten her to smile that day in his sixth year when he had complimented her on her drawing, he had wanted more. He felt greedy, but he couldn't help it, he didn't just want to see her smile, he wanted to make her laugh, and by golly, he was going to do it, whatever it took.


He looked into her eyes as she reached up one of her hands to push back his damp hair, and he couldn't stand it any longer. He held her tighter to him with one arm as he reached the other up and behind her neck, bringing her head down to his, and kissing her. He felt her move the hand that was already on his head down to the nape of his neck and grabbing a fistful of his hair into her small hands as the other hand moved under the water and around his middle. He smiled against her lips as he felt her add pressure to their kiss. He licked her bottom lip, seeking entrance into her mouth. He felt her smile against his lips this time, and his heart swelled.

Just as she had opened her mouth to give him entrance to her mouth a voice near the castle called out.

"OI, GINNY! IS THAT YOU?" Ron's familiar voice bellowed from across the courtyard.


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