Chapter 4

"Come on, lets get you up to your room," Draco said practically carrying a half-passed-out Ginny up to her room. Her hair had come out of its elegant twist and was now hanging loosely around her shoulders she still, however, managed to look amazing. She still had a martini glass in her hand and did not seem to be aware of the fact that Draco had said something to her. She was in her own world, complaining about Harry to anyone who would listen.

"I mean, he said he loved me. I know that we can't be together but what's the point of denying our feelings for each other? He didn't even have the decency to say a proper goodbye," Ginny rambled on. "He gave me a hug for god sakes like I'm his sister or something. He doesn't even know when he's ever going to see me again and all he does is give me a hug. Who does that? Honestly, don't you think that's such bullshit?"

"Uh huh," Draco said vaguely aware of what he was agreeing too. All he had to do was get her to her room before her mom realized that she was drunk. The party was still going on downstairs and there were loads of people but he couldn't put it past Mrs. Weasley not to notice these things.

He didn't know why he was doing this; normally he wouldn't give a crap if the she-weasel got an ass whooping. However, she was also his only company for god knows how long and it would be boring as hell without her to bother.

They finally reached her landing and it was a good thing too. If he had to hear one more thing about her and Potter's love-life he was going to puke.

"Here we are," he said opening the door to her room and taking her to her bed. Ginny just kept talking about Harry only when Draco turned towards the door she acknowledged his presence.

"Wait. You're leaving?"

"Uh, yeah. You know there is still a party downstairs," he said glancing back quickly.

"No, don't go. Stay with me."

Draco paused, his hand on the doorknob. Those last words of hers echoing in his head. 'Stay with me'. He turned around realizing only too late that it was a big mistake. Ginny sat there, her hair all disheveled, so willing. She looked so vulnerable right then. He knew that he could have her that very second if he wanted to. It has been months since he felt the soft touch of a girl's hand, and now, here was a girl so keen. His hormones took over him and he walked slowly to the bed. He took her chin in his hand and brought her face upwards. Gradually he brought his lips towards hers and kissed her slowly. Softly at first then harder. He cupped her face with his hand while hers were in his hair. He brought out his tongue and she opened her mouth eagerly. They were kissing each other fiercely as if there were no tomorrow, before Draco came back to reality. He broke the kiss immediately.

"No," he said more to himself then to her. "I can't do this. You're drunk." Ginny just started at him bewildered. Without a second glance he turned and left the room leaving Ginny all alone.

Back in his room, Draco kept pacing back and forth cursing fluently under his breath, making an ass of himself. He stopped in front of his bed and kicked it extremely hard. Instead of making him feel any better he now had a searing pain on his foot to add to his anger. Collapsing on his bed his put his head in his hands. Damn that Weasley girl. It's all her fault, she started it. I am never someone's rebound guy, especially not a Weasley's.

Draco groaned and flung his head back on his bed staring up at the dilapidated ceiling. He didn't like her, he couldn't like her. She was a fucking Weasley and he's just incredibly horny, Draco thought over and over in his head trying to convince himself. He threw his hands over his face and groaned again. There was no point in going back to the party now; he couldn't possibly have a good time. He just turned around on his side and went to sleep.

The next couple days after the wedding everything went pretty much back to normal or at least how normal things can get at number 12 Grimmauld place. Remus left to stay with Tonks, Bill and Fleur had gone on their honeymoon, Mrs. Weasley was no longer pestering everyone to help with decorations and Harry, Ron and Hermione were gone. Now Mrs. Weasley was seen moping around the house, bursting into tears every time Ron, Harry or Hermione were mentioned. Draco mostly just kept in his room or in the library not wanting to cross Mrs. Weasley's path.

This particular afternoon Draco was lounging in the library reading a book and eating an apple. He was just about finished when Ginny walked in.

"Hey," she said taking a seat next to him. Draco said nothing. He was particularly nasty to her after that night. She, of course, didn't remember anything considering how drunk she was and she couldn't understand why Draco was behaving like such a bitch. He was, however, her only companion so she was willing to deal with his mood swings even if he was a Malfoy.

"What are you reading?" Ginny asked as a stab at a conversation.

"What do you care?" Draco spat finally looking up from his book.

"Just trying to make conversation," Ginny said defensively.

"Well don't."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Damn…what's up your butt?"

Draco simply glared at her and went back to his reading. About a minute later he finished his book. Tossing it aside he looked up to find Ginny staring at him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Ok."

"Fine."

Five minutes later….

"...you know, I don't know what the hell your problem is. Ever since you came here you've been all holed up in your room feeling all misunderstood," Ginny said flaring up.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What was I supposed to do? Go join you, Saint Potter, Weasel senior, and the mudblood and we'll all have fun together after what happened before?"

"Don't use that word around me. And if you weren't such an asshole then yeah, maybe we could have had fun together," said Ginny.

"I'm being the asshole? I did nothing and yet you guys felt the need spy on me," said Draco spat.

"Well that was before, how were we supposed to know that you were really on our side? You were a deatheater for crying out loud. And your father-"

"Shut your mouth. You know nothing about my life so don't talk," Draco said cutting her off, his temper rising.

"Fine, but they've been gone for a couple of days now and you still don't talk," Ginny said.

"Like I'd want to talk to a fucking Weasley," Draco sneered.

"Well that's a pretty bold statement to make considering how you're in our hands now," Ginny said looking absolutely livid.

"I don't need a bunch of blood traitors," said Draco.

"Oh, of course," she said sarcastically. "You haven't changed a bit. You're still the same arrogant ass you always were," Ginny said and with that she stood up to leave.

"Wait, Weasley-I mean-"

"Fuck you," Ginny said slamming the door to the library behind her.

Draco sat there by himself. He knew that he was out of line with some of the stuff he said. How was he supposed to explain to her that the reason why he was mad at her was because of something she doesn't even remember? He also felt kind of bad, it wasn't exactly her fault. I mean, she was pretty drunk and upset, and he kind of took advantage of that. He was also mad at the fact that he enjoyed the kiss and wanted more. But more than both of the other reasons he was mad that she didn't remember it and even if she did she would rather have it be Potter any day. He is never second to Potter. No women would rather have Potter than him, except Weasley and that was the thing that pissed him off the most.

Draco sighed; he might as well go and try to talk to her. It was fun when he was mad at her and she kept trying to talk to him but now that it was the other way around, it was pretty annoying. Oh well, all he had to do was to get her not mad it him then he could be pissed at her in peace.

He walked up to her room and knocked on the door once. When there was no answer he slowly opened the door and found her sitting at her desk.

"I didn't answer the door for a reason, Malfoy."

"Look, I just wanted-"

"I accept your apology, now leave."

"What? I wasn't apologizing-"

"Just stop talking; I already said I would forgive you. Now leave before you piss me off anymore."

Draco simply glared at her before shutting the door and heading back to his room. That was supposed to make him feel better on the contrary he was now even more mad. How dare she think he was going to apologize to her? That's it; there was no way he was going to talk to her now. He could die of boredom and he still wouldn't say a word to her. Not without her apologizing. For what she was supposed to apologize for, he did not know, all he knew was that he wanted an apology from her. And he didn't think that he was at all immature.

A couple days had passed since their argument and true to their word they haven't spoken to each other. Only the occasional glare at the others direction. It was unclear of why they were mad at each other, only they were. Lord knows how long they would have gone without speaking to each other; One wouldn't put it pass them to last the whole summer and then some.

It was after breakfast; they were putting their plates away without much going on. Mrs. Weasley was the only one that was ever heard talking these days.

"So today I was thinking you guys could clean out the library, I know how much time you both spend in there. I won't be there to help though; we, the adults I mean, are going to the Ministry on some Order business. There are cleaning products in the attic, if you could get it out and start cleaning that would be great. I expect the job to be done by the time we return. That gives you about the whole day. Well, I will be going now, be good you two," Mrs. Weasley said, and with that she disapperated.

"Well, I suppose-" Ginny started after a couple of moments.

"Yeah."

With that they both headed up towards the attic in silence. It was only once they reached their destination they spoke.

"Alright well the cleaning products are over there..." Ginny trailed off as she turned on the lights to the room. The attic was incredibly dusty. It seemed as if no one has been in there for ages. It was more of a storage closet except bigger. There were some boxes in one corner and in the other there were cleaning things such as mops, detergents, and sponges. They both walked over to gather their supply of products. Once their hands were full they walked towards the door and waited for the other to open the door.

"Well open it," Draco spat after a couple of seconds. Ginny groaned shifting her boxes around she took a step forward and turned the doorknob.

"It-it won't open."

"Move, you're probably too weak," Draco sneered walking up towards the door turning it himself, the door wouldn't budge. "It must be locked from the outside."

Ginny scoffed. "Use your wand."

"I didn't bring my wand to get stuff from the attic, what was I supposed to afraid the sponges are going to attack me or something?" Draco sneered.

"Whatever, how do we get out? Mum said she's not coming back all day."

"We don't," Draco said much too calmly.