A/N: I'm changing the direction of the story just a bit; there'll be less of the Cruel Intentions plot line, less Hermione and probably less Blaise/Pansy –makes sad face. I am going to try to fit the twins back in and there probably won't be another Narcissa appearance, but there will be mentioning/her in the sidelines.

Disclaimer: All I own is a pair of really smelly soccer cleats. Don't open my soccer bag. Ever. You know the drill, Read on DraGin fans, read on.

Sunday October 5, 1997

It had been over two weeks since Draco talked to Ginny. She was simply nowhere to be found. They didn't speak in potions as Snape had now charmed the room so that only potions talk could be spoken. On top of that, Ginny now reported to Blaise in person or left the files on Draco's desk; she even made a section and labeled it, 'things from Ginny.' She was like a snitch, and he was never that good of a seeker.

He decided that since he knew he wouldn't be sleeping anyway, he would go out for a late night fly. He grabbed his black jumper with the hood and his broom and flew right out of his window. When he got outside he saw a girl who couldn't have been anyone other than Ginny.

Ginny was standing on her broom arms out curls flying behind her, no jumper and no shoes. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He flew silently behind her watching her, as he didn't want to shock her and make her fall.

Less than three minutes later she said, "You can stop following me Malfoy."

He smirked. Of course she had known he was there so he flew in front of her, now facing her. She raised her eyebrow, but said nothing and continued to fly forward, closing her eyes and taking in the night, while he flew backwards watching her intently.

He didn't know how long they were like that, but it was he who finally broke the silence.

"You know, I wasn't using you Freckles." He said looking directly at her.

She opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows at him, "Ohh really?" she said.

"Really, at the beginning, it was a bonus to a bet. Then it became less about the bet, and more about you."

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"Prove it."

With that, he flew into her, nearly knocking her over, stepped onto her broom, letting his fall meter after meter to the ground below. In less than a second his lips were on hers crashing into them, bruising them almost instantly. His hands found the back of her neck and one of them moved to wind itself in her hair. The intensity of his emotion flowing over her caused Ginny to sigh within a second, allowing Draco's tongue to enter without hesitation. Both of their skin felt as if it were on fire, within seconds he broke his lips away panting, their lips both swollen. Draco looked at her eyes then her lips and crushed his lips to hers once more; the reaction was the same as before, and Ginny's hands made their way under Draco's jumper and to his back, pulling him closer. They broke apart panting as if the kiss had drained them of all their energy, something uncharacteristic of them both.

"What's been going on with you and my mother?" he said out of nowhere, still holding her.

Ginny raised her eyebrows and smirked, "You'll have to do better than that Malfoy."

He let go of her, turned, with his back to her and ran a fist through his hair. Then he stepped forward putting the broom into a dive. Ginny took in the wind and speed with her arms out and eyes closed basking in the night, knowing this was Draco's way of thinking and venting his emotions. 30 centimeters from the ground Draco walked off the handle of the broom, putting the broom back in balance, leaving Ginny in her peaceful position. He turned to face her again.

"What do you want from me." He asked quietly, his head down but his eyes looking up.

Ginny opened her eyes and frowned looking down at him before saying, "I want the truth, from the beginning. I want the journal, the interview and the un-glamoured pictures. I want the whole story, and I want to publish it."

He picked his head up sharply, and frowned staring at her intently. He looked down again, and when he looked up, his face relaxed. "And you're sure?" he said just above a whisper.

Ginny nodded.

Ginny watched him closely, he picked up his broom and flew into the night, but not before saying, "It's yours."