Ginny was in an extremely sour mood after the whole transfiguration incident, so she sat down in the great hall at lunch time particularly violently. "I see its that time of the month again," Seamus remarked. Ginny gave him a death glare and he shut his mouth promptly.

"What's up?" asked Lavender.

"Sure you wanna know?"

"Just spill."

"No seriously, its pretty bad."

"Come on Gin just tell me."

"Malfoy's going to tutor me in transfiguration." Their section of the table went silent. A piece of food actually fell out of Seamus's gaping mouth. "Wh...what...how?... Why?" he managed to stammer. Ginny just shook her head and shoved some lasagna in her mouth.

"Well then," said Lavender with a straight face, "we'll just have to kill him before your next session." The friends all laughed at these, even Ginny, and talk turned to plans for next weekend.

Later that night Ginny was lounging on her bed making a half-assed attempt at her charms homework while blasting music when she just barley heard a tap on her window. She opened it and a brown school owl hopped in. She reached down and took the note sticking out of the pouch tied to its leg. Ten in the back of the library tomorrow, blood traitor.

Of course, after this time seemed to raced along. Before she had had a chance to fully acknowledge just how painful this tutoring session may be, Ginny was entering the library at five after ten. She slowly dragged her feet to the tables in the back which were empty. Throwing her stuff down on one, she glanced around but there was no one in sight. Apparently this wasn't a prime study hour.

Five minutes later Ginny was about to get up and leave, a wave of relief washing over her, when Malfoy strode in, a smirk on his pale face. Ginny looked right at him warily. When she met his steely gray eyes, he looked momentarily surprised but recomposed instantly. He sat down across from her gracefully and for a full minute they just stared at each other, both revealing no emotion. Ginny took in his carefully fastened robe, neatly tied tie, and carefully styled hair. His bangs were swiped across his eyes in the current fashion, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, revealing more than he would ever allow his facial expressions to show.

"Only a Weasley could manage to be failing sixth year transfiguration." Ginny didn't respond or show any indication she had heard him. "What don't you get." Malfoy's voice sounded bored and irritated. Ginny shrugged. Malfoy's eyes flashed with anger but retained an equable countenance. He had been forced to learn how to leash his emotions in order to to keep his position as head boy. Now he tried to express his disapproval through more subtle, yet just as effective means.

Malfoy raised one eyebrow. "I've heard about you, Weasley, you have a reputation." At this Ginny couldn't keep from frowning. "You've been so busy, its not a surprise you haven't had time for transfiguration."

"You have a reputation too, Malfoy, if I'm not mistaken!"

"Yes, but I'm a guy." Malfoy smiled. "Now where's this infamous quiz. Ginny seriously considered leaving but figured she was in enough trouble already. She dug the rumpled quiz out of her bag and threw it on the table. Malfoy raised his eyebrow again and smirked. Ginny was steaming, he knew just how to irritate a person.

Malfoy picked the parchment up, wrinkling his nose as it it were a dung beetle. As he read through it he frowned. "God Weasley were you drunk when you took this?"

"Maybe," Ginny answered apathetically. Malfoy looked up in surprise, as he hadn't really intended that to be a serious question.

"Look, this is probably the worst way I could imagine spending a Tuesday night. Unfortunately McGonagall has required me to wear this (Malfoy raised his hand to indicate a bronze bracelet with engraved ruins) which she magiced to sense when you are near me so I don't see much of a way around . . ."

"How near?" asked Ginny interrupted abruptly.

"Wha . . . I . . . not sure?" imploringly stammered a very taken aback Malfoy.

Ginny replied evenly, "It'd be nice to know so I could be exactly as far away from you as possible." For a moment Draco could only stare at this tiny creature who had just so cleverly insulted him. For one short moment his eyes were devoid of the hatred and suspicion they constantly harbored as they were taken over by curiosity and wonder. Of course he was still Malfoy, and this only lasted a matter of seconds as he quickly regained his composure, although his tone when he spoke again was markedly less scathing.

"I should definitely look into that, it would be most beneficial to the both of us." Ginny watched the fair boy, also possessing a small amount of curiosity in her eyes as he gracefully stood up, spun around, and disappeared among the shelves of books. After a couple minutes Ginny was thoroughly bored and confused but entertained herself by picking off some old nail polish on her thumb trying to dispense of the favorable image of a certain tight Slytherin butt that kept invading her mind. Shortly Malfoy returned with a couple books, sat back down, and began looking through them.

"Should I even ask what you're doing?" Asked Ginny, thoroughly irritated.

Malfoy answered without looking up. "Figuring out how exactly far away from you I can be. Even one centimeter might mean slightly less of your horrible stench. I suggest you study transfiguration." Ginny glared at the blonde boy but could think of no response to such a juvenile insult, and for lack of anything better to do pulled out her transfiguration book and began looking up the right answers and filling them in to the quiz she had failed.

The two dark figures remained in the library for close to two hours each slouched over their texts and scribbling occasional notes in silence. Ever so often one would venture a glance at the other, which if returned by the other would quickly turn into a glare and an abrupt look away. Finally Malfoy broke the silence, "Well I've made substantial progress. I'll just need to run some tests on this and then we'll know more about the extent of this unfavorable situation we're in. Same time next week?"

"Can't wait." replied Ginny sarcastically. However, later that night lying in bed Ginny couldn't help admitting to herself that while Malfoy may be a complete pratt he wasn't a complete imbecile. It had to be admitted that he possessed a certain amount of style and composure that suggested intelligence, not to mention his extremely intriguing physical assets. O God. Giggled Ginny to herself. I must be really horny to be thinking of Malfoy like this. Of all the most disgusting horrid people! With this thought she drifted off to sleep, not completely succeeding in blocking him out of her mind.