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A/N- I sort of got put off by the reviews of chapter 12 of Nothing to Say... so I've really developed this fic and I have a whole plot laid out! Yay!

Chapter Six- The Age-Old Question

Draco put a hand on Ginny's thigh and she slapped it away. "Ginevra," he pleaded in a whisper. Harry put a hand on Ginny's foot and she kicked it away with a squeak, thankful that most of her limbs were beginning to work properly again. She thought silently to herself: Harry or Draco? Ah, the age-old question that haunts many a fic... After a couple of hours of inner debate and turmoil and storms and all that, she decided what she would say. Draco had fallen asleep sitting up and Harry was making his shoelaces perfectly even. She cleared her throat loudly and then glared at Draco when he didn't stir. Harry shook him angrily to wake him. Startled, Draco slapped Harry harshly across the face.

"Ow..." Harry whined, rubbing his elbow.

Draco ignored him and looked at Ginny intently. She waited for Harry to stop mumbling before she began, "As much fun as it would be to date both of you, I know once I pick there is no going back. I mean, it's not like I can try out one of you, dump you, and then go try out the loser." They looked at her blankly. She growled in frustration, "All I'm saying is that this is an important decision and I don't want to screw it up!"

"It can't be that hard Ginny," Harry rolled his eyes.

Ginny slapped him across the face angrily. "Just shut up!" she spat. Draco looked jealous.

"Ow..." Harry whined again, this time rubbing his hip.

"For me to find out who I truly belong with, if either of you, I'm going to have the two of you... um... well, sort of endure a few..." she searched for the right word, "...tests."

"I can beat Potter at anything," Draco stated immediately, unfazed.

"Hey! That's my line!" Harry exclaimed.

"That you can beat Potter at anything?" Draco asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I can beat Potter at anything!" Harry snapped in a dignified way.

"I'm sure you can," Draco said shortly.

"And if it's a sexual contest, I am more than li-"

"Shut up already!" Ginny nearly shouted.

Both boys looked back at her guiltily, shoulders slumped pathetically. Ginny looked them over and then sighed, "Okay then, I'm going to bed. There should be at least one more hour before dawn and I intend to get some sleep."

"What about when you slept with me?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"You did what!" Harry shrieked.

Ginny started to crawl out from under the table. "The first test it the Quidditch game tomorrow," she told them. "Good night." Without another backward glance, she walked away from them and disappeared around a row of bookshelves.

Draco watched her leave, then turned to Harry and asked, "Well are you going to go?"

"Go where?" Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"You are such a bloody half-wit! Ginny just told you to meet her by the lake!" Draco exclaimed incredulously.

"She did not!" Harry shot back.

"She did! As she was leaving... really quietly," Draco assured him. Harry yelped and ran towards the library's back entrance, but not before banging his head harshly on the table as he rushed out from under it.

Draco chuckled and ran to catch up with Ginny, who was not going to the lake at all. Harry really was a half-wit. As he fell in step with her he hissed, "Why is our first test the game? You'll be rooting for him... you're on the same bloody team! It's not fair!"

"What makes you think I care who wins?" Ginny asked pointedly, staring straight ahead as she walked.

"Then what do you care about?" Draco asked, completely at a loss.

"I'm not giving you any hints Draco. It has to be a fair competition between you and Harry," Ginny stated flatley.

"What's fair about not knowing what we're being tested on?"

"It's less of a test and more of a... review?" Ginny was having trouble coming with a name for her testing. "Er, like a time for me to speculate on the two of you, compare and such..."

"This is stupid Ginevra."

"You don't have to do any of it."

"You know I will though," he grabbed her hand and added a perfectly cliche line- "I'd do anything for you."

She pulled her hand away and kept walking, chin slightly raised. Draco stood there and watched her continue on, "Fine then Ginevra! You think you can play with guys like this, huh? Well I can play your game... I can beat you at your own game!" he shouted after her, basically spewing whatever nonsense came into his head. She didn't look back.

Sunday came too soon for Harry Potter. He had fallen asleep by the lake as he waited for Ginny to come and snog him or something. He had been looking forward to a passionate moment and didn't fall asleep until just around dawn. Luckily the game wasn't until after lunch. Phew.

Getting up from his bed of tree roots and damp grass, he rushed into the Great Hall for some food. It appeared he was just a bit early for lunch, so he gathered what food he wanted, which was a lot, and sat down alone to eat piggishly. Ginny came in early as well, hoping to eat and depart before Harry or Draco showed up. Unfortunately for her, she now had to eat with Harry.

He looked across the table at her. "Why didn't you show last night?" he belched.

"What?" she asked lazily. She too had only just awoken, her hair poofed up on one side and flat against her head on the other.

"Don't say 'what' like that!" Harry snapped, potato flying from his mouth.

Ginny scowled, "I can say what ever I damn well want."

"But why, Ginny? Why? Why didn't you come meet me by the lake?" Harry wailed.

"Why would I?" Ginny tried not to look at Harry's "sea food" demonstration.

"You told me to meet you there!"

"No I didn't. I went right to sleep in my room."

Harry, finally seeing this as one of Malfoy's ploys, spit out his food onto his plate. "That bastard!" he growled under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Ginny asked.

"No no no, nothing..." Harry replied, beginning to eat the food he had just spit out. Mmm, ABC...

Ginny finished her lunch, successfully not looking at Harry. He finished at the same time, burped a while, and then got up to stretch. She got up as well and went to go warm up for the game. Harry stretched for several more minutes, many other students watching him with amusement. After doing a final thigh-stretch routine, he followed after Ginny. No matter what, he was going to win this game and Ginny's heart.