A/N: Sorry it's taken so long peeps. I had a really hard time with this chapter; it didn't flow out like some of the others did. I had really bad word block and then I had to wait on Beta's. So sorry for the long delay and I hope you enjoy. R&R please.

Both of them hadn't said a word, since they had arrived at Ginny's apartment. Neither was sure of what to say. Ginny had just thrown her cloak aside and flopped down in front of the Muggle television. Just to watch whatever boring show was on, hoping it would take her mind off things.

Draco was intrigued, as he studied the woman that sat before him. He could remember her in the Mudblood's apartment, as she threw herself at her brother. Then here she was sitting there, not uttering a word, as she watched whatever was on the muggle contraption. He sat down on the couch beside her. "We probably should talk." He mumbled.

Ginny, taking her eyes from the television, glanced over at him. "About what?" She asked, still slightly irritated from the earlier scene.

"Do you really want a relationship with me?" He questioned, and before she could answer, he continued. "Think about it seriously, I mean we are talking about me. Draco Malfoy, the guy who used to pick on your family's money issues. Who used to pick on your red hair and freckles; that fought with your precious brothers and Potter. Whose father in your first year, had you possessed by Voldemort. Who in first place only began this relationship to save himself." He paused, and hung his head low for a moment; before he looked up and met her eyes. "Do you really want to be with someone like me?"

Ginny stared at him intently before she answered. "Yes I do. You've changed so much and yet so little. I'm not going to deny you picked on me, or on my family; and yes your father did use the diary but did you help him?"

Draco looked at her, surprise written all over his face. "Hell no. I didn't even know."

She smiled. "See, you're not as bad of a person as you put off to be. I mean sure you're a jerk for lying to me. But it wasn't like the curse was going to kill me, just you." She hit him in the shoulder. "I mean it would've hurt me mentally." She glared at him. "And it did, but I got over it, well not completely; but I'm working on it." She shrugged. "I'm sure you didn't mean for this to happen. Hell, I probably would've done the same if our positions were switched. Who actually goes up to someone and says, 'I'm going to die if you don't fall in love with me.' It just doesn't happen, because it would be a slight chance of that person actually making it. Knowing me, I would've ignored you."

He frowned and diverted her gaze. "To tell you the truth, I was surprised it got as far as it did. I may be slightly egotistic." She gave him a look that told her she didn't believe him. "Okay I am egotistic, but I was worried that it wouldn't work."

"Why me?" She asked, unsure if she wanted the answer or not. She began to fiddle with the lent on the couch cushions.

"I could be wrong, but when I broke up with Pansy, she just kept going on and on annoyingly. So I told her I would probably fall for a Weasley; before I would fall in love with her. Then she started mumbling to herself."

"How did you find out?" She wondered out loud, and waited patiently for him to reply.

"She came to me wanting me to apologize, like I broke up with her by mistake. Then during the middle of the argument, she let it slip she had already cast the curse." He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"But wait." Ginny put her hand to her chin, as if it helped her to think. "If she wanted to get back together with you. Why did she already cast the spell? Not saying you would, but what if you had said yes? What would she have done then?"

He snorted and shook his head. "Pansy's never been to bright. Obviously she didn't think things through. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened." He grabbed her hand and placed it in his. "But it doesn't matter now, if you love me then the spell is broken."

She didn't look or feel as confident as Draco seemed to be. "What if she didn't tell you all the stipulations to the curse?" She asked worried suddenly.

He shook his head. "I've read all about the curse Ginny, believe me I read and read for hours, there's nothing I missed."

This still didn't feel right to her. "But Draco you know as well as I do any witch or wizard can take a normal spell, curse or hex and put a personal twist on it if they know how." She frowned, and cast her eyes downward.

He lifted her face up. "You worry too much."

"What if she put it where in order to complete the spell you have to... oh I don't know dance on your head or something." She cried frustrated, he didn't seem to be sharing the same sinking feeling she was.

He smirked. "Dance on my head?"

Ginny glared. "It was the first thing that popped into my mind."

He leaned her back against him, and made himself comfortable on the couch. "Don't worry so much Gin." He grabbed the remote control. "Just relax and lets watch this screen thingy."

She giggled, and after a while of showing him how to work the controls, they watched a movie.

(Scene Change)

Draco peered down at the sleeping Ginny, whose head now lay in his lap. She's very beautiful, he thought and wondered why he hadn't ever noticed it before.

Feeling the need to get up and move around, he gently moved. Setting her on the cushions. He walked into the kitchen to stare out the window, and glance down at the muggle community. They look like bugs, he thought and shrugging, he guessed: you are what you look like.

He saw the sun setting, and decided it was most likely time to go to bed; it had been a very eventful day.

He turned away from the window, and he grabbed some medicine from the cabinet. He had to kill the headache, which had now turned into a dull nagging pain. Something that reminded him of Pansy, thinking about Pansy gave him a sense of satisfaction. He had beaten her stupid curse; he was going to live after all. Not only was he going to live, but he also got something else out of it too. He glanced over at Ginny's sleeping form and smiled. Maybe this will make Pansy shut up and leave him alone, he hoped.

"Bedtime." He muttered, to nobody in general, and setting the glass he had used to take the medicine with aside; he made his way back to the couch.

He debated whether or not he should wake her up. After a moment he decided moving her will probably wake her up anyways, and swept her up into his arms.

She stirred, and through squinty eyes looked up at him curiously. "What's going on?" She asked, her words slurring together as though she were drunk again.

"Time for sleep." He answered, and set her down on the bed and covered her up.

"What time is it?" She sat up, and looked over at the clock. "It's still early." She complained, seeing it was only seven.

"Nah, it's all in your imagination." He pushed her causing her to lie back down. "The clock is wrong." When she cried out in pain, he pulled away. "Are you okay?" Draco's eyes narrowed into slits. "Did he hurt you?" He asked, the question he had forgot to ask earlier that day, before she had fallen asleep.

Her hand automatically went to her bruised cheek, and rubbed at it as though it were just an annoyance. Instead of something that hurt. "I'm fine. Me and Ron used to fight like that all of time." She paused. "Well, we were little children mind you, but still he's my brother. I'm surprised that we hadn't fought before this."

"I can't believe he hit you." Draco replied maliciously.

Ginny scowled; fully awake now. "He didn't do it on purpose, I was hitting him, and he was blocking. He hit me in the cheek by accident. My brother would never hurt me on purpose."

"But he'll hurt you mentally?" He questioned, anger etched in his expression.

"Ron thinks what he's doing is right for me. He doesn't realize he's doing it. He always thinks about what needs to be done or said, never about what the consequences will be or whom he'll hurt. If Ron knew what he was doing then he wouldn't do it; he just doesn't see it, so he thinks that nobody's hurt and that everything is fine." She closed her eyes, and wrung her hands together. "Ron doesn't hurt people for the fun of it, or even when he thinks he's right, what happened back there he'll probably look at as just another one of our little spats. He thinks yelling at me and making my decisions will make it better for me."

"You're old enough to make your own choice, just like you told him." He growled, still not happy with Ron, no matter how she tries to make it seem like he's the good guy. "I don't like other people making my decisions for me."

She glared at him. "Who does?" She sighed. "He's going to hurt me and I know that. He's never going to accept us and I know that too. We're just going to have to live with it."

Draco sighed and turned his attention to the floor uncomfortably. "Are you going to be okay with that?"

Ginny looked surprised he had asked. "I'll get over it eventually." Noticing the split flash of sadness in his eyes she said, "I just like having my brothers behind me. It's not like this is the first time Ron and I haven't seen things eye to eye. Like I said it'll be fine, if it bothers me now, I'll be over it by tomorrow."

He glowered at her unsurely but nodded all the same. "Well you get some sleep. I'm going to go home." He paused for a second and sighed. "I have to talk to my mother. I haven't seen her since the fight with you and Pansy. I'm sure I'm going to probably get yelled at, since after dinner she had been avoiding talking to me. She knew she would lose her temper."

Ginny tried to smile reassuringly, but she was glad it was him, and not her facing Narcissa's wrath; she was sure if pushed. Narcissa could be just as bad as Mrs. Weasley. "Well have fun."

"I'll come over tomorrow." He kissed her cheek. "Now get some sleep." He strolled to the door, and turned out the lights.

(Scene Change)

Draco peaked behind the door to check where his mother was; seeing she was nowhere in sight he proceeded into the foyer.

"Where in the devil have you been!" Narcissa called from behind him.

He thought about the little flat he owned just outside of London. Where he used to go, when his father was in his moods. He had been staying there again when this whole thing with Ginny had started. He hadn't wanted to face his mother, until she had completely calmed down. From the glare she was giving him, she was not even near calm.

"I asked you a question and I expect you to answer me." She gave him a look that would make anyone feel like a child again.

"I was at Ginny's apartment." He replied, and walked into the sitting room. He strolled over to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself some wine.

"You had better been apologizing I hope. I heard how she had to go to the hospital because of that..." She trailed off. "I can't even think of a name for her anymore."

"Everything is fine between us now." He answered, taking a sip of the wine and nodded an approval.

"I wouldn't have forgiven you." She took the wine glass from his hand, and began to strut around the room swirling the contents around in the glass. "I just can not believe you. I did not raise you like that. Are you trying to be like your father?" She asked angrily.

Draco bit his tongue to keep from saying something he would regret later. "You of all people know, I'm not like that man." He had tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice; but it didn't work very well.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore." She said icily.

He felt a pang of hurt, but pushed it aside and glared at her. "What would you have done? I looked everywhere, EVERYWHERE! I read, and read and couldn't find any counter curse. The only way to stop it, was to trick her into falling in love with me. I didn't want to die."

"Well dying would have been honorable compared to what you did. Now that you hurt her, what are you going to do to make it up to her?" She sat down in a chair and glanced up at her son expectantly.

He said the first thing that popped into his mind. "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Narcissa's stared at him in shock but recovered. "I hope you aren't only doing that because you feel you have to."

"No, actually I'm doing it, because when this whole thing started. I thought this would be easy; but then something happened that I hadn't counted on." He looked down at the ground and smiled to himself. "I fell in love with her." He turned his attention back to his mother. "I love her, and I want to marry her."

Narcissa smiled at him, and walking over; she enveloped him into a hug. "That's wonderful dear and the perfect answer." She kissed his cheek, and touched his arm before disappearing out of the room. Leaving Draco alone with his thoughts.

He lowered himself onto the chair his mother had vacated only a moment ago. "Did I really say that?" He asked himself. "Do I really want marriage?" He remembered when Marcus had told him that Pansy had wanted to marry him. He had freaked out, but now the thought about spending the rest of his life with Ginny; made him feel happy and warm. "I'll sleep on it and decide when I see her tomorrow."

(Scene Change)

Draco approached her door, and took a deep nervous breath, before he knocked. What was he going to say? Did he really want this? Was he ready for this?

When she didn't answer, he knocked again. "Maybe she's just sleeping really hard." He knocked louder.

When he didn't get an answer, he tried the door to find it unlocked. He cautiously pulled out his wand; and stepped over the threshold.

Glancing around he noticed that nothing was out of place. It was still clean as ever. He marched into the kitchen to find nobody there. He began to feel a sense of panic. "She's here; she has to be." He muttered, and continued down the hall to her bedroom.

After searching the entire apartment Draco felt anger rise in him. "Where is she!" He demanded, kicking the hallway wall.

He walked back into the kitchen again, and leaned against the counter to think. That was when he saw the note hanging on the refrigerator. He hurriedly snatched it up and read:

Dear Draco,

I'm at Hermione's and Ron's because I knew you would be here this morning and I didn't want to see you. I thought I could deal with this and get over what you did but I just can't. It would be best for both of us if you just went on with your life and I with mine. Good luck and please don't bug me, you'll only upset Ron and cause more trouble.

Ginni

He stared at it for a long while disbelievingly. He read it over and over trying to decipher what it meant and what she was trying to do.

He had read it about ten times before he thrust it into his pocket and disapparated.

(Scene change)

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Ron yelled through the door. He pulled it open, standing there in boxers and a T-shirt rubbing his eyes. "Hello?" He asked.

"Where is she!" Draco demanded, barging into the apartment uninvited.

Ron woke up all of a sudden after he heard Draco's voice and glared. "Get out of here Malfoy."

"I want to talk to her right now!" He pushed Ron out of the way, and started to search the apartment.

"Ron what is going on?" Hermione asked coming out with a towel around her, hair dripping wet.

Draco glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, then continued searching, ignoring her.

"I don't know, but I'm going to toss this git out onto the street." Ron stated his tone rising as he got angry.

Hermione touched Draco on the arm. "What's wrong?" She asked nicely.

"I want to see Ginny right now."

Hermione looked at him confused. "She's not here, I can assure you."

Draco took the parchment out of his cloak and shoved it in front of her. "She left this on the muggle food box; and it said she was here."

Before Hermione could read it, Ron grabbed it away from her and looked it over. "I don't know where you got this from, but this is not from Ginny."

Hermione and Draco both eyed him, and waited for him to continue. "Number one this isn't her handwriting; and number two she doesn't spell her name like that. She's always spelled it with a y at the end."

As if looking for what Ron was saying, they both looked over his shoulder and down at the parchment.

Draco felt another rise of panic. "If this isn't from her. Where is she? I searched her whole apartment and there's no trace of her ever leaving. Now that I think about it, it was strange that she left her wand by her bedside and didn't take it with her."

Hermione sighed. "Well the only thing we can do is look for her. Ron and I will get dressed. He'll check the Burrow, and I'll check Harry's. Draco you can check her store in Erratic Alley."

Draco nodded, and without waiting for anything else; ran out of the apartment and began to look for her.