A/N: A lot of people aren't going to like me, it's a cliffy and I did it on purpose considering people didn't review on the last chapter 2 reviews people::shakes head: Well this is what you get. R&R or you won't be getting the next chapter.

Ginny sighed as she trailed along side Draco. Her mind kept wandering back to the kiss they had shared only a couple of minutes before.

Draco glared at his feet as they walked. He was regretting having that kiss. Now he found himself longing for more, his mind thinking of it as a necessity. Damn her, he thought and glanced up when they reached the end of the walkway as it expanded out into a busy street.

He blinked rapidly suspecting it was the fatigue that he was feeling, but pushed that thought aside when it would be making too big of an assumption.

Ginny didn't seem to be affected by the fact they weren't on the streets of Diagon Alley but were in Hogsmead.

"What's going on?" He asked continuing to glance around hoping that if he stared at it long enough he could will it to turn back into Diagon Alley. "I know I came in this way." He stated and looked at Ginny for an explanation.

"I'm sure you did." Ginny replied easily and swerved in and out of the crowd as she made her way to the Three Broomsticks. "Buy me a drink?" She asked turning to him only to find him still standing by the entrance that had disappeared.

He examined the wall where the passageway had been. "What happened where did it go!" He demanded whispering to himself.

"I'm guessing that that was your first time in Erratic Alley." Ginny said approaching behind him peering over his shoulder. "Well for some minor details, Erratic Alley gets its name for always changing." She waited for him to face her before continuing. "You may have entered from Diagon Alley and gone the same way back and ended up in Hogsmead but it may be different the next time. It's never in the same place twice, that's why not everybody knows about it."

He stared at her. "Then how do you get customers? I mean you do get frequent one's don't you?" He asked as she led him towards The Three Broomsticks.

She smiled as they got to the door. "Of course, but most of them use the Floo network or like me in order to find my shop everyday I use a tracking spell." She waved at Madam Rosmerta as she sat down at a table.

Draco sat down opposite of her finally understanding why he had never heard or seen the place before. Then he wondered if his mother knew about it. "What are we doing here?" He just realized where they were.

"You're going to buy me a drink." Ginny answered and said when Madam Rosmerta appeared, "Two Butterbeers please." The woman nodded and headed for the bar to get them their drinks.

"I am?" He raised a brow questioningly. "When did I say that?" he asked with slight amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You didn't I just figured you would, I mean we are after all dating." She grinned as she drew out the last word.

He chuckled. "Are we?"

Ginny sighed exasperatingly. "Well you never did ask me."

"I didn't think I had to." He gave her a smirk.

No he wouldn't, she thought. "You're a very impossible person did you know that?" She laughed. "I'm surprised that people can put up with you."

He frowned and stared at the Butterbeer that was placed in front of him. He picked it up and sipped it feeling the familiar warm taste swim around in his mouth.

"Well are we dating or not?" Ginny asked impatiently.

Draco felt her legs entangle his under the table. She wasn't playing very fair. "I already said we were." He growled not all too sure he liked the sensations that were coursing though him. "It's obviously your decision in the end." He felt an odd feeling of panic rise in him when he said this. What if she said no? What if she said she hated him? Forgetting all about the curse and if he would die or not; he wasn't sure he could stand to hear what she really thought about him.

"Hmmm..." She paused and let it linger in the air for a moment.

He could feel dread build in his stomach. He focused his attention on the table waiting for her to start yelling and let it known how much she hated him. Of course he deserved it; he thought of all the times he had picked on her and her family back at Hogwarts, hell even after Hogwarts he picked on her when he had gotten the chance.

"Hell why not I'm bored." Was her reply.

Draco felt a quick jab at his pride but his heart soared at the fact that she hadn't yelled at him. "Well now that that's settled lets take you home." He downed the last of his Butterbeer and stood up.

She nodded and grinned at him impishly. "You have to pay."

He rolled his eyes and handed Madam Rosmerta the change. "I paid for dinner and now this. When are you going to do something for me?"

She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "What would you like me to do?" She asked raising an eyebrow but the look in her eyes told him what she had in mind.

He bit his tongue and groaned inwardly when his mind began to think of all the possibilities.

This was going to be fun she thought as she placed her hand in his and began to walk down the street.

(Scene Change)

Ginny stopped outside of her apartment door and looked up at him. "Would you like to come in for tea?" She let her hand finally drop from his and began to shuffle her feet nervously, a trait which Draco found cute. "I don't have a very big selection and I'm not even sure if you like tea but..." She stopped when Draco put a finger to her lips.

"You're rambling." He muttered and slipped his hand into her pocket to pull out her keys. He made sure that his body brushed hers as he passed her to open the door himself.

She growled. He did that on purpose what a jerk. She pushed him aside and walked into the apartment first and without looking back, made her way into the kitchen to put on the kettle.

Draco frowned as he stepped into the small living room. He took in a deep breath and felt a sense of happiness and home. He looked at the warm colors that seemed to surround the room and thought that they suited her.

His head span as he got a dizzy spell suddenly, that was odd. He groped for the couch with an urgency to sit down and hopefully make the world right again.

He sat and leaned his head back. He closed his eyes to wait for the dizziness to pass.

Ginny strolled out a couple of minutes later a cup of hot tea in her hand. "Draco do you want sugar or cream in your tea?" She asked then blinked rapidly when she didn't see him in view. Where was he?

"Draco?" She called out then saw a hand resting on her recliner. She cautiously approached it. What she saw made her giggle. Draco was sitting in her chair, his hair covering his closed eyes, and he looked like he was sleeping.

She waved her hands in front of his eyes frantically to see if it would get his attention. When he didn't move she decided to poke him. Again he didn't move. She stared at him for a little while. He didn't look dangerous when he was sleeping, she couldn't help but think. It would be better if I just left him there, she thought, he looks so comfortable and it appears he hasn't gotten much rest.

She walked to her bedroom and marched back with a blanket in her arms. She unfolded it and placed it over him.

"Sleep well Draco." She mumbled then continued on with her daily household choirs and ignored the fact that he was there.

(Scene Change)

The morning sun shown through Ginny's window casting shadows around the room. She moaned and turned over pulling the covers over her head not wanting to wake up just yet.

She forced her eyes open when she felt a pressure on her stomach. She peered down and saw a hand resting on it. She stiffened and glanced over to the other side of the bed to find Draco's sleeping form curled up to her.

What the hell was he doing in her bed? Hadn't she checked to see if he had been in the chair before turning in last night?

She pushed his hand away gently and facing Draco began to leave a trail of soft kisses down his neck.

He slowly opened his eyes and stared at her.

She punched him in the arm hard. "What are you doing in my bed!" She demanded wrapping her arms around her.

"Ouch, that hurt, I think I liked the kisses better." He complained and turned away from her not giving her an answer.

She growled and got out of bed.

She stomped on the floor making it known she wasn't happy. He was insufferable; she wasn't sure what she had even agreed to date him in the first place.

She stalked into the living room then she heard a knock on the door. Pausing she looked down at her pajama's. It probably wouldn't be proper to answer the door in a T-shirt but she didn't have time to put something else on. Besides if she did that would mean she would have to go in her room where Draco was and that just wasn't going to happen at the moment.

She got on her toes and peaked out the peephole to see if it was even worth opening the door.

She closed her eyes and hoped the image before her would disappear, but when she glanced again she still saw the furious Ron there tapping his foot impatiently pounding on the door.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly preparing herself for a fight and pulled it open. She leaned against it. "Something you need Ron?" She asked sweetly.

He strode past her and grabbed the handle slamming the door causing Ginny to jump. "You could get some cloths on." He snarled.

"If you remember correctly Ronald." She glared already feeling her temper rise. "You are at my house and if I want to walk around naked, it's my business." She gestured down to her Pajama's. "I am covered, I have a shirt on if you hadn't noticed."

Ron huffed. "Whatever I did not come here to talk about what you're wearing." He began to pace the room. "I came here because I-"

"Heard a rumor going around that Draco Malfoy and I are dating?" Ginny finished flatly. She knew it wasn't going to take long for one of her many brothers to show up at the door once the "rumor" began to circulate. It actually took a tad bit longer then she had originally expected.

He stopped pacing to look at her surprised that she had finished his sentence. "How did you know?" He questioned suspiciously.

She rolled her eyes irritated. "You're just predictable Ron."

"Predicable?" He tossed his hands up in the air animatedly. "Well is it true?" The tone in his voice challenged her.

She wondered for a moment then discarded the thought of lying aside, it would just be simpler to tell the truth. "Yes."

Ron stared at her for a moment not able to speak and if he could, not sure he trusted himself to.

"Does it really matter? You couldn't stop who I was dating when I was back at Hogwarts so obviously you can't stop me now." She said when he appeared to be in shock.

The statement apparently helped him find his voice because he replied, "You want to bet?"

Ginny took a dangerous step towards him. "Try it, I dare you." She squinted her eyes angrily.

"This is Malfoy Ginny not Dean Thomas or Harry. He's more dangerous then you think he is. He's going to hurt you and as much as I'd love to I don't want to have to say I told you so." He face softened and made Ginny feel bad.

"I am twenty-four years old I'm not a child I don't need my brothers to watch out for me all the time. Love hurts and if anything happens then it's my own fault."

"You can not expect us to stand by and let you get hurt." Ron spat his anger boiling again. "It's our job to protect you."

Ginny laughed. "And I'm an adult who pays her own bills and runs her own shop and who graduated Hogwarts with good grades. I don't need you." She turned and flopped down on her couch getting tired of standing.

"He's picked on us all through the years." He growled and sat down in her recliner. "And as for not needing us what about the Chamber of Secrets."

Ginny closed her eyes as memory's engulfed her for a moment. "That was what twelve years ago."

"It still counts." Ron cried.

Ginny laughed dryly. "Don't be immature. Besides you don't know anything. Draco has changed. You don't know him!"

"He didn't seem as though he changed back in Madam Malkin's in Diagon Alley not that long ago." Ron stated, grinning to himself believing he was right.

"He was upset his mother had been hurt, you would be mad if mum had gotten picked on. It's no different." Ginny replied defending him.

"There is nothing you can do to make him a prince in my eyes so don't even try it." He stood up from his chair and made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water feeling he throat dry.

"I'm not trying to. I know he's not a prince." She followed him thinking of how much Draco infuriates her. "I'm just saying you have no right to judge him when you don't know him."

He grabbed a cup and filled it with water and drank deeply. "He still calls Hermione a Mudblood I think that still qualifies him as a miserable bastard." He stared at his feet as he asked the next question. "Have you slept with him?"

Ginny, completely caught off guard, stumbled backwards. "What kind of a question is that?"

"I think it's a very simple one and I have a right to know." He couldn't meet her gaze so just continued to glower at his feet.

"It's none of your-" She stopped mid-sentence when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her.

Ron peered up and looked ready to pounce.

Draco stood in the kitchen door in nothing but boxers. "Mind if I join in the conversation?" He asked pleasantly and smirked at Ron.