A/N: Well seriously I wasn't sure if I should change the rating to Mature but thought not because no actual sex scene's are written but it does have naked people and a little talk about sex so if anyone thinks the rating should be changed just tell me. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter please R&R. Thanks again to everyone who has reviewed so far. Oh I just want to tell everyone that I am sick to death of people make Draco sound like he always has to be a bad ass, I mean hell if some of you have read the sixth book, the poor boy cried in the girls bathroom and not just once and if some people can remember the 1st book he ran away screaming like a girl in the forbidden forest.
Ginny peeked uncertainly from out of the covers. "Could you please get some clothes on?" She requested, as she hid her face once again.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "Does me being naked embarrass you?" He asked, unable to hide his smirk.
"Of course it does." She snapped, her voice muffled from being under the blankets.
He felt a grin spread across his face. "Ginny, you have six brothers and me being naked embarrasses you?" He taunted.
"Yeah well I've never had sex with my brothers before; thank you very much." She said, shuttering at the thought of her brothers naked; let alone having incestuous activities with them.
"And you're sure we had sex? Because I sure as hell don't remember." He drawled, complaining.
"That sucks to be you, because I remember every bit of it." She closed her eyes, as she remembered the glorious sensations; that had happened only a few hours before.
He frowned, and bending down began to collect his clothes. "Why is it you remember, but I can't remember anything besides cracking open a bottle of Fire whiskey?" He asked grudgingly, as he angrily thrust his pants on.
Ginny giggled and finally took the blanket off of her head. "Maybe because I only had about ten shots and you had-" She cut off, and gingerly put a finger to her chin as though she were in deep thought. "Oh, I don't know maybe... three whole bottles, even before I got home."
Sighing, he turned to her. "Well how was it?" He inquired, suddenly feeling nervous.
"How was what?" She asked glancing up at him confused.
He glared at her as though it was obvious, and she was just playing dumb. "How was it?" He questioned again, with more emphasis.
"Oh... you mean that." She paused, and keeping the covers over her naked body as she picked up the clothes nearest to her, answered. "It was okay."
Draco, about to put on his shirt, stopped in his tracks to glower at her. "Okay? That's it?" He felt a quick jab at his pride. Never in all of his years had any girl described sex with him as mediocre.
"What do you want me to say? I mean I don't really have anything to compare it with." She turned pink, and still not taking the blanket from around her, she ran into the bathroom with the clothes she gathered.
Draco blinked. She had been a virgin? He groaned, and hurryingly put the rest of his clothes on as fast as possible.
"Ginny?" Without even asking, he walked into the bathroom. "Did I hurt you?" Concern plagued his voice.
Startled and a tad bit surprised to see he had followed her, she glanced up and she tugged her trousers over her hips. "I was drunk enough to feel the world spin and walk around lightheaded. Believe me I was too happy to even notice if I was in any pain." She assured him.
She shoved him out of the bathroom, and trailing behind him; she once again pushed him out of the way and made her way down the hall, and into the living room.
He stalked in and frowned. "Are you angry with me?" He asked, flopping down on the couch.
She sat down beside him and gripped his hands. "Of course I'm not. Hell I got drunk too." She smiled. "Besides it was really funny to watch you hug your shoes, you looked so adorable." She laughed.
"Never associate that word with me. I'm not adorable, I'm handsome." He grumbled and felt stupid, as he tried to imagine himself doing such a thing.
"Well I still think it was adorable." She said, drawing out the last word just to irritate him. She bounced up and pulled him with her. "I don't know about you, but I'm very hungry and in need of serious food."
He shook his head. "Alright, what do you want?"
"Actually I already made plans. When I was drunk last night I accidentally called Hermione." She slipped her arms around his waist and looked up at him hopefully.
He glared down at her; suddenly getting this feeling in his gut he wasn't going to like this. "And what plans do you think you made?" He growled.
"We're supposed to have lunch with them at noon." She gave him the most beautiful smile she could make. "Please?"
He scowled. "Will Potter and your brother be there?"
Ginny frowned. "Yes." She mumbled. "Draco please, you have to."
He started to walk away from her. "I don't have to do anything." He stated, and walking into the kitchen poured himself some coffee to wake him up; he hoped it would get rid of the headache it seemed he couldn't shake.
Ginny angrily stomped in behind him. "Yes you do, you owe it to me."
He rolled his eyes. "And how do I owe it to you?" He demanded.
She stared at him for a moment disbelievingly. "Obviously you have a poor memory, as to the fact why I was in the hospital in the first place. You lied to me about the reason you were with me, I'm sure you remember that part of the little story."
Draco, feeling guilty, pursed his lips and stared at the redheaded woman before him. "Yeah I did." He sighed defeated. "Fine, we'll go over to the Mudblood's house, but do not expect me to be nice to them if they aren't nice to me." He warned.
Knowing she had won, she jumped up happily and hugged him. "Thank you, I wouldn't expect anymore."
He took out his pocket watch and checked the time, he noticed it was nearing noon. "Look Ginny, before we leave and I don't get the chance to talk to you. I wanted to tell you something that you didn't hear at the hospital." But before he could continue she interrupted him.
"You don't need to tell me, I heard you." She strolled down the hallway and into the bathroom.
It took Draco a moment before he responded. "What do you mean you heard me?" He shouted, and chased after her. "You mean to tell me, that the entire time I was at the hospital, thinking I was pouring my heart and soul out to a sleeping person. You actually heard me?" He asked, suddenly nervous as he remembered how easy it was to tell her when he thought she was asleep, and would never know what he had said; he had just needed to say it out loud, but then he finds out he had actually told her everything. He surprisingly felt the need to disappear. "Well?" He felt uncertain of himself.
"What?" Ginny asked poking her head out.
"Don't you have something to say about my little 'confession'?" He replied irritated.
"No not really." She grinned impishly and vanished behind the door and locked it.
Draco growled and strode away disappointed.
(Scene Change)
Ginny stood outside Hermione's apartment with Draco standing next to her. They were a little late; not that Hermione will probably care, but Ginny hated being late when she was supposed to be somewhere at a certain time, it doesn't matter what it is.
"Are you going to knock?" Draco asked annoyed, he clearly didn't want to be here.
She glared at him and knocked lightly on the door and waited; they didn't actually have to wait very long, before the door opened. Ron stood behind it and waited for Ginny to walk in, before he slammed the door in Draco's face.
"Ronald!" Ginny exclaimed. "Open that door this instant." She demanded, and because Ron could tell her famous Weasley temper was about to show, he grudgingly opened the door.
Draco walked in and glared at Ron.
"Did the door hit you?" Ginny asked him, as he surveyed him over.
"No." He replied, already getting angry.
"Hermione?" Ron called, strolling into the kitchen. "Did you invite that piece of trash?" He asked, making sure Draco could hear him.
Hermione answered, "Of course I did. I don't think he's as bad as you think he is and I will not tolerate you picking on him; he is a guest in my house and I expect you treat him as one, or you will not get any lunch Ron." She popped her head out, and glared at Harry. "I know you heard me, and it goes the same for you."
Harry threw his hands up in the air innocently. "I haven't done anything!"
Ginny sat next the Harry on the couch. "Come on and sit. Relax." She smiled at Draco, and patted the space on the couch by her.
Draco sneered at Harry but sat down all the same making sure that Harry was not in punching distance.
"Paranoid Malfoy?" Harry challenged.
Draco snorted. "Please, I just don't want you to touch me; I might get a disease." He smirked, earning a pinch in the arm from Ginny. "What?" He growled, grabbing his arm where she had pinched him.
"Play nice." She whispered back.
He rolled his eyes.
"Lunch is ready." Hermione smiled, as she came out of the kitchen with a large pot in her hands.
"What is it?" Draco asked curiously, as he sat down at the dining table where Ginny had indicated.
"Well, it's a recipe Seamus' mother gave me. Irish stew." She set the pot down on the table were everyone could grab it. "Help yourselves." She said, sitting down herself.
Everyone began to shove it upon their plates. Draco was the first to comment. "It's actually really good."
Hermione beamed. "Thank you." She glanced at the rest of them, waiting for praise. They nodded their heads in agreement; causing Hermione to smile.
They sat in quiet for a while content, but of course Ron had to break it. "What did you do to my sister to make her cry?" He interrogated, then turned to Ginny and said, "And why after the days and hell he seemed to have given you, have you forgiven him?"
"Ronald." Hermione said in a warning tone. "It is not our place to question them." She scolded.
Draco glared at Ron. "None of your business Weasel." He growled.
"I forgave him because I..." She trailed off, as the attention of everyone at the table seemed to focus on her. "I like him and I care about him very much." She finished.
Draco felt disappointment when she didn't say she loved him. Wasn't it when you loved someone, they were supposed to love you back? He wondered.
The quiet fell upon them again, but this time it was Harry that broke it. "So where is this relationship going?" He questioned, staring at them intently.
The question caught both Ginny and Draco off guard. Draco was the one to answer though. "As far as she'll let me." He said, grabbing her hand from under the table squeezing it, refusing to be intimidated by them.
Ron was fuming as he glared at them. He turned to his sister and asked, "Do you love him?" He growled.
Ginny noticing everyone was staring at her, for the second time, blushed. "Yes, I think I do." She squeezes his hand back and smiles up at him.
He smiles back.
Ron, not being able to stand it anymore, jumped up. "You can't, I forbid you." He yelled at them.
Ginny directed her eyes to her brother. "Forbid me from what?" She eyed him dangerously.
"You cannot have a relationship with this evil little Ferret." He said, pointing at Draco. Even though everyone in the room knew whom he was referring to.
Ginny stood up from her seat and prayed for patience. "Ronald Weasley, how many times do I have to tell you? You do not have the authority to order me around, as much as you would like to. I know you don't want to admit it, but I am my own person, and am capable of coming to my own conclusions; considering I'm almost twenty-five-years-old." She replied, not raising her voice. Hoping that she could get this across to him without yelling or a fight, but Ron ruined it by opening his mouth again.
"I don't care about how old you are. Obviously you aren't thinking this through, and need someone to put their foot down and make the decision for you." He snapped back.
Ginny pulled out her wand and aimed it at his chest. "You better watch what you say next Ron, because it might be the last time you speak." She spat hatefully.
Ron grabbed his wand, and pointed it at his sister.
Hermione slapped Ron's wand from his hand, and would've done the same to Ginny if she hadn't been so far away. "Knock it off both of you." She turned to Ron. "What happened to you treating them like guests?" She shouted.
"I already ate lunch; you can't take it away now." He answered sardonically.
"Ron I would watch that tongue if I were you. I wouldn't want to cross Hermione." Harry said, sinking back into his seat, not wanting to get involved. He knew just how bad Ginny's and Hermione's tempers could get. He didn't want Ginny and Draco together either, but he wasn't stupid enough to fight with Ginny about it. He would find a different way to make her see, not yell at her.
"I'm not afraid of these two." Ron said indicating to Ginny and Hermione.
"You should be." Ginny launched herself at Ron, and rolled with him onto the ground as he and her landed into a fistfight; Ginny doing the hitting as Ron kept trying to block and shove her away.
Draco leapt from his seat and was about to get in between them, only to have Harry stop him. "Get out of my way." He growled.
"No, there siblings and they have to fight it out." Harry put his hand on his shoulder.
"If he hurts her." Draco said icily, as he watched the two tangled on the ground.
"If he does, I'm sure she'll pay him back with another punch. Don't worry about it." Harry said, making sure Draco couldn't jump in between them.
Hermione yanked her wand out of her pocket, and pulled them away from each other. She then sent them both flying across the room. "I will not permit this in my apartment!" She shouted.
Ginny hauled herself off the ground, and turned to Draco. "Come on, we're leaving."
Draco saw the bruise that was forming on Ginny's cheek, where Ron's elbow had accidentally smacked her cheek as they were brawling, and turned to Ron ready to pounce him; but saw the pleading look in Ginny's eyes. As he passed Ron, he shoved him back down on the ground, and made his way out the door.
A/N: I did a little revision on the fistfight, I didn't mean for it to sound as though Ron had decked his sister because as mad as he is he would never do that. So thank you for pointing that out Moonyk and sorry it sounded that way.