Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places or shite like that. I also do NOT own the lullabye in this chapter. It's called "Spancil Hill" and many different people sing it so there!

A/N- I might have a FEW serious parts in this chapter, but no real angst or anything so quit your panicking.

Chapter Five- Me or Harry or Draco

Ginny awoke. Someone was hugging her so tightly she thought she would pass out. She looked down to see Draco had buried his face in her bosom, still asleep. "No mother, no... why mother... no, no, no..." he was whimpering. "No mother, don't leave me. No mom, don't go. No, no, no... please mommy..." a few tears rolled down his face and settled in the fabric of Ginny's shirt.

Her first instinct was to shriek in madness and rip the little urchin off of her. However, she was far too tired and lazy and slow to follow through on that and instead resorted to her second instinct which was to comfort the poor baby. She ran her hands through his disgustingly gelled hair and murmured, "Shhh Draco, it'll be okay... shhhh, shhhh..."

His expression suddenly turned angry. "No father! No, let her go! Let her go!" he was beginning to raise his voice. Ginny gasped- he was raising his voice in the library! Her first instinct was to slap him into silence but she was yet again too slow and sleepy. She began to rub his back and hum a lullabye. When he seemed to calm down a bit, she began to sing softly since after all, she was still in the library.

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I boarded with a will
At last I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill
It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
All Ireland's sons and daughters in crowds assembled there
The young the old the brave the bold, their duties to fulfil
There were pleasant conversations at the foot of Spancil Hill.
I went to see my neighbors to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone the young ones turning grey
I met old Tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still
He used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to me first and only love
She's as young as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying 'Johnny I love you still'
She's Ned the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill
I asked her would she marry me as in the days of yore
She said 'Johnny, you're only joking, as many's the time before'
The cock crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in England, many miles from Spancil Hill.

Draco had awoken half-way through her song and listened to her off-key melody. He had been having a bad dream, remembering...

"Oh you're awake," she whispered at him when she noticed him staring off into space with his eyes wide open. His mouth was a little open as well and he was breathing noisily through it.

"No, I'm still asleep. You can keep singing," he said quietly.

There was a long silence and then he felt her caress his face with her hands. "Draco?" she asked warily.

"Yes darling?" he answered, keeping his voice low enough so he could still pretend he was sleeping.

"You're cutting off the blood circulation in most of my body," she murmured.

He didn't move, "No, I'm sleeping..."

"You're talking to me though!" she objected.

"In my sleep!" he said as though she were stupid.

She pushed him off of her, but he kept holding onto her around the waist tightly. As he rolled over, she rolled on top of him limply. "Draco!" she scolded and blushed.

"What?" he asked dreamily.

"I'm on top of you!" she growled, growing redder.

"Isn't that nice..." he responded absentmindedly.

"Draco!" she whined.

"Yes my love?"

"I'm not your love!"

"Then why are you on top of me?" he asked innocently.

"You put me here!"

"Get off then," he suggested with a smirk.

She let out a strangled cry of frustration, "I can't!"

"Oh well."

"Draco!" she hissed.

"Oh I love it when you say my name," he sighed and began to run his hands through her tangled mess of matted long red hair. She wanted to slap his hands away but she could not move any of her limbs until they got some more blood. He starting feeling more of her body.

"Draco!" she cried in panic.

"Hmm?" he was distracted.

"Quit touching me while I can't defend myself!"

"Why?"

"I don't like it!" her voice cracked. Who knows what Draco would do...

"Why not?" he asked lazily.

"Don't act like a bloody child you prat!"

"I'm not!" he winked at her.

Her shoulder suddenly sprang to life and she slapped him across the face with her limp hand. He held her closer to him and sighed lovingly. "I'm glad you don't like Potter, Ginevra..."

"I never said I didn't like Harry," she said.

"Yes you did."

"I did not!"

"Yeah, you did."

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"Didn- God dammit!" she flopped her arm about angrily.

"Well, if you don't like me, Potter, or Ron... you must like HERMIONE!" he gasped.

"I'M NOT A LESBIAN DRACO!" Ginny yelled and then nearly fainted when she realized that she, Ginevra Weasley, had just desecrated sacred space.

"I don't believe you!" he whispered.

"I never said I didn't like you either!" she whispered back.

"All this time I thought you were in love with your brother, you were really-" his eyes bulged. "What? You like me?"

"No."

"Then why'd you say that?"

"I was just correcting you," she said tactfully.

"You love me!" he said forcefully.

"I do not!"

He rolled her over so they were both on their sides and kissed her passionately. She leaned into the kiss immediately, one arm flopped around him. Just as his tongue was entering her mouth she heard a very girly shriek. Draco grabbed his wand immediately and spun around to hex whoever was bothering them.

Harry kept shrieking as Ginny looked on in horror. "Draco! Draco do something! We're in the library! Oh Gods Draco, please do something!" she wept. Draco did the only thing he could think of- stuffed Harry's mouth with his hand. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to scream even louder, but Draco's fist in his mouth was making it impossible. Harry bit down as hard as he could and Draco grinned.

Ginny dragged herself over to them with her one functional arm and started to whack Draco's legs as hard as she could. "Stop this right now!" she whispered. Draco tried to retrieve his hand but couldn't. He shook his arm in panic and Harry's head bounced up and down. "Let go Harry, let go now!"

Harry unclenched his jaw and Draco pulled back his slimey hand sorrowfully. Harry then immediately dove in front of Ginny, keeping her behind him protectively. "I'll save you Ginny," he growled, eyeing Draco with absolute hate.

"Save her from what?" Draco whined.

"You were going to rape her!" Harry yelled.

"I was not!" Draco rolled his eyes.

"You were all over her!" Harry retorted.

"She wanted me!"

"No she didn't!"

"If anything, she'd be the one raping me!" Draco shouted.

"She would not!" Harry screamed. "Ginny loves me and only me!"

"Then why was she throwing herself at me?" Draco screamed back.

"That's not how Ginny really throws herself at people and I should know! We've done it already!"

"SHUT UP!" Ginny wailed as loud as she could. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

Both boys narrowed their eyes and slowly turned to face the incapacitated girl who was lying on her stomach on the floor, pounding one fist into the ground angrily. "Choose Ginny," Harry said evenly.

"Yeah Ginevra... Me or Harry?" Draco pressed.

"Harry or Draco?" Harry asked.

"Harry or I?" Draco asked as well.

"Me or Harry or Draco?" Harry looked deep into Ginny's eyes imploringly.

Ginny looked from one boy to the other and sighed.