-1Author's Note: Here you go. Sorry it took a while to update this.. I went on vacation and was just so busy. I'm also reading the seventh Harry Potter book since I was delayed in getting it, due to being on vacation. grins Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and, as always, reviews are always welcome.

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Ginny Weasley woke up early that morning. She glanced around the room for a clock, but found nothing to aide her in finding out just how early she had awoken. She looked over to Draco, who was soundlessly sleeping, his body slightly curled. She smiled down at him before turning away and walking out of the room.

Shadows were cast all about her, and she slowly tried to navigate her way about the large manor. Clearly, the Malfoy's home was much larger than the Weasley's Burrow. Ginny found herself walking down corridor after corridor, hoping that she would soon find a way to the kitchen. Well, she was hoping she'd be able to find a room that didn't bring her to another corridor as time slowly passed. It took roughly fifteen minutes before she found her way into a dimly lit room that looked as if it were a storage room.

Peering around, Ginny noticed that there were small vials on the shelves. Vial after vial, Ginerva Weasley felt herself curious about the contents. She reached up and grasped a random bottle in her delicate hands. It was covered in a fine layer of dust, but she blew it off and twisted the bottle to read the label. It had been written in a quick scrawl, one she assumed to have been that of Lucius Malfoy. It was difficult to read, but after some concentration, she made out the ingredient name. "Lovage" It was quite unfamiliar to her, but it looked as if a bunch of leaves had been carelessly stuffed inside the glass vial. Not sure of it's ability, she placed it back on the shelve, and looked around some more.

There were many fascinating potions, and ingredients to be found here. Lacewing flies, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, knotgrass, fluxweed, shredded boomslang skin, all ingredients necessary for the Polyjuice Potion. She was amazed. There was also vials of the Draught of the Living Dead, Love Potions beyond belief, and even some Veritiserum. She was tempted to take the vial, and without much thought, she slipped it into her robes, tucking it into one of the innermost pockets. Ginny heard a noise coming from behind her, and she quickly opened the door in front of her, and made an escape into an unfamiliar room.

This room, however, was even more strange than the room she was just in. Inside was a large metal table, with stone pillars around the perimeter of the room. The table had several metal chairs around it, most of which were strewn about, in a most untidy fashion. It seemed as if whoever was last in her left in a hurry. Finding herself curious, Ginny walked up to the table, and began looking around. Her left hand was softly resting on the table, the cold metal feeling somewhat soothing in the summer's humid air. There were papers thrown about the table, most of which bore important records about Ministry officials. This caused Ginny to remember where she was. The Malfoy Manor was probably home to several Death Eater gatherings. She was probably in a room where they had last met. What confused her, however, was why one chair, just left of the head of the table, was against the wall, and somewhat distorted.

She gasped when the door she had entered creaked as it opened behind her. There, standing before her, was Narcissa Malfoy. The look on Narcissa's was that of cutter confusion. She knew who the girl was. But what did didn't understand, was why the Weasley girl was in her house at 4:30 in the morning. She stepped inside the meeting room, and the door closed behind her, clicking shut, and locking. Ginny just looked at the woman, not sure what was going to happen.

"Why? Please, just tell my why you are in my house at this hour."

"I -- uhm.. It was.. uh.."

"Was this Draco's idea? To invite you over while I was out for the week? Answer me!"

"Y-Yes, he told me to come over since you'd be gone for a while. He said he needed to talk to me."

Narcissa stared down at the young woman before her. She really did not hate the girl, nor did she have anything against the Weasley family. But when you're married to Lucius Malfoy, or were, rather, you don't have much of an opinion.

"Well, Ms. Weasley, have you and Draco had your chance to talk about whatever it was that he needed you for?" He tone was calm now, knowing she had been invited over, and didn't just show up at the house.

Ginny was rather shocked by how calm Narcissa Malfoy was taking this. Finding her and all. Especially in a room that once held meetings with Lord Voldemort.

"Well, no, we haven't. I got here late last night, and I was.. well, I was exhausted, so we both went to bed shortly after I had arrived here."

"Wait, Ms. Weasley, you mean to tell me what my son slept with you while I was out of the house last night?"

Ginny felt her face flush. Nothing had happened, and she wasn't sure if it was worth saying that, because she was quite sure his mother would not believe anything she told him of the sort. She looked at her feet, and then thought about how relieved she was the she had the Veritiserum instead of leaving it in the room behind her.

"Well, uh, not really. I mean, we both were in the same bed, yeah, but nothing happened. He didn't touch me or anything. And we.. we were both fully clothed."

This seemed to make Narcissa visibly relieved, as she wouldn't have to worry about anything bad happening form the late-night encounter the two had had the night before.

"Well, then, Ginny, is it? I guess you can go back up to Draco's room so you can have that talk he needed with you. You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, as long as both of your parents are alright with the idea." And with that, Narcissa Malfoy turned and walked out of the room through a door opposite that of the potion storage room.

Ginny just nodded to the woman as she left. My God, that was the oddest thing that's ever happened to me, she thought as she opened the door the potions storage, and made her way back through corridor after corridor, until she found herself outside of Draco's room. She could hear movement, but she wasn't sure whether or not she should enter, or whether she should knock, or just wait outside. She grinned and opened the door silently.

Draco was standing up, his back to the door, when Ginny opened the door. He had been changing, and was just pulling up a pair of black jeans, that were tight enough to frame his gorgeous leg muscles, as well as his ass. Ginny couldn't help but stare. Her attention was taken from his waist when he pulled his shirt up over his head, and threw it carelessly to the floor beside him. At this invitation, the youngest Weasley walked up behind him, and wrapped her arms around his chest, her hands gliding over the smooth, pale skin. Her hands slid across his abs, which were clearly defined from his long, hard hours of quid ditch training back in his Hogwarts days. She didn't say a word, and hadn't planned on it, either. Before Draco could say anything, Ginny turned him around and pulled him towards her into a kiss deeper than he'd had with anyone ever before.

Before he could even think about anything to say, Draco put his arms around the girl's waist, and pulled her even closer to him. His hands held her up against his body, as they continued to kiss. There was a quick pause, in which Ginny managed to kick the door shut while removing her shoes. She pressed her body back up against his, and pushed him back, up against a wall. Her tongue met his, and entered his mouth, quickly fighting for dominance. She'd won. Her hands couldn't stay still on the gorgeous flesh before her. Without hesitation, they began to slide all over his body, her right hand finding it's way tangled in his hair.

Draco was in a state of ecstasy. He was wondering where this fire had gone in the girl he loved. His lips never left Ginny's, and he didn't want it to end. Anything this girl did, she did with perfection, and that's what he loved about her. Perfection. He centered his thoughts on her, and what was happening now. He turned his head slightly, and casually bit the girl's lip, and smirking before kissing her once more. Ginny just grinned at him before she went back to kissing him.

The moment was perfect. There was nothing that could have made Draco, or Ginny, happier. Nothing, that is, except Narcissa Malfoy. She'd been in her room when she thought she would check in and make sure her son was up, and treating his guest properly. When she opened the door, her eyes could not believe what she was seeing. Properly was clearly an understatement here.

"Good morning Draco," she said quietly, looking from her son to Ginny. "How are you this lovely morning?"

When Draco heard the door open and his mother's voice he pushed Ginny off of him, and quickly grabbed around for a shirt, not finding one anywhere in his reach. He felt embarrassed, but he felt even worse for pushing Ginny away from him like that. He just looked up at his mother with almost a hateful gaze.

"Good morning mother. What a pleasant surprise."

There was nothing pleasant about this sort of surprise in any way, but he wanted his mother to leave as soon as possible.

"May.. May I have a word with you, in the hallway, mother?"

He gestured towards the open door, and left after his mother, closing the door behind him. Ginny looked at the door as it closed, and immediately grabbed his old shirt that he was wearing and tucked it in her bag that she had left by the window when she got there the previous evening. She couldn't hear anyone talking, so at least that was good. At least no one was yelling. She got into the bed, and curled up under the covers, waiting for Draco to return.

The hallway was considerably darker than his room, but it got his mother out of the room.

"What is it, Mother? Why couldn't anything wait until I came down to the main chambers of the house? You know I don't like interrupted in my room."

"I was only letting you know I was home, Draco. I wasn't trying to break up your little session with the Weasley. Though I must admit I thought you'd do better considering how easy it is for you to get someone. Why the Weasley girl? You know they can't stand up."

Draco contemplated slapping his mother when she told him he could do better.

"Whether I can do better or not is not the point here, mother. I do not need to explain myself to you. Please, just do not come in again."

And with that, Draco turned back on his mother and marched into his room, closing the door. He performed several locking spells to keep his mother out. She could break them, but they'd hear her coming, anyway.

Draco looked for Ginny, and found her lying in his bed, staring up at him. He grinned, and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge, and looking over to her. They made eye contact for a minute or so, before Draco pulled himself onto the bed, and under the large Slytherin comforter, and wrapped his arms around Ginny.

Ginny, was waiting for this, and when he pulled her closer to him, she slowly grinded her hips into his, causing both of them to give a barely audible moan. Ginny, who found she enjoyed the feeling, repeated this action several times. Clearly Draco loved it as well, for he kept pulling Ginny closer to him, and his hands and snaked their way up the back of her shirt, where they slid all over her smooth skin.

Ginny was surprised by how Draco was reacting to this. She paused for a moment, and used her hands to pull her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side of the bed, so she could access it if Narcissa came back. She returned her hands around Draco's waist, and kissed his neck, moving slowly along his collarbone, biting affectionately sometimes. She repeated the motion, going back up his neck, then down, and along his collarbone.

Draco threw his head back to give Ginny more space. His hands were still exploring the skin of Ginny's back, and he stopped at the clasp to her bra, looking over to her to see if he had permission to remove it. She only nodded, and Draco didn't hesitate to remove the article. He tossed it by her shirt, and a hand slipped over her back. He pulled her closer to him, loving the feel of her bare skin touching his. He used a free hand to move Ginny's lips to meet his own. They remained that way for some time, hands groping, lips tingling, and eyes shut. Neither wanted the moment to be ruined.

A hand had made it to the waist of Draco's jeans, and was teasing the button. Finally, with no warning, the button opened and the zipper was pulled down. Two hands then proceeded to pull the tight jeans off his body. Ginny snickered briefly when she saw Draco's boxers with a Wizard's Chess print on them. Draco just managed to glare playfully before returning to her neck, where he had been nipping at her skin for some time.

Ginny's thumbs had just hooked the inside of the boxers, and began to pull them off his body. His stomach was just to perfect, she noted. Draco was almost revealed when a sharp bang sounded out form the door. Draco groaned quietly, and muttered something about his mother. Ginny panicked and reached for her shirt. She ran to the Slytherin chair and sat down, trying to make it looked like they'd been talking about God only knows what. It was then, that Narcissa entered the room.

"Well, Draco, it turns out that something important has come up and I must be going," she announced, looking around the room. Nothing seemed out of place.

"Mother, did you really need to come up here and tell me that? Wouldn't a note on the counter be sufficient? Why!? Why did you have to come in my room, again?"

"I.. just wanted to.. Make sure Miss Weasley was alright with me not being in the house, that's all."

"Mother, she got here when no one was home, do you think she's going to change her mind?"

"Very well. You.. you know how to reach me if anything goes wrong. I should be back by morning, don't expect me home until 2 next morning, I believe."

And with that, she walked from the room, and closed it softly, the charms recast on the door.

Ginny just stared at Draco for a while. They actually had the house to themselves. Oh, what they could do in the countless number of hours they now had alone together. Yet, strangely, she wasn't sure she wanted it to go any farther than it had. She was only seventeen. Was she sure that she wanted to risk everything she had left on this boy? Could this actually end up a permanent relationship? Or was this just one of Draco's flings again, just anxious for the action. She couldn't be sure just yet, and didn't want to throw herself away, giving her body to a boy she wasn't sure wanted her in the long run.

Draco grinned over to the girl on his chair. "Well, we've got the house to ourselves, whaddya say?"

"I say.. We go down stairs for some breakfast first. See where it goes from there."

Draco wasn't sure why the girl had changed her mind suddenly. He hoped he hadn't done anything. It was probably his mother, now that he took the time to think about it. He smirked when he saw the red mark on the side of her neck, proof that this wasn't a dream he had had.

Ginny stood up and walked over to the bed. She laid down on top of the boy, and kissed him once, fully on the lips.

"I love you, Draco."

And with that, she left the room and searched for the kitchen. All Draco could think about was the sentence that came from those lips.

"I love you, Draco"