The next day, Ginny woke up; unable to remember why she was in the Slytherin Prefect room, let alone, the prefect's bedroom. She couldn't place why she was in the same room as Draco Malfoy, let alone, his bed.
Then, all the wonderful memories of the previous day came back to her.
I love Draco! She thought. And he loves me!
"Draco!" she whispered, "Wake up!"
"What? Kreacher, bring me my breakfast!" Draco said groggily.
"I am NOT Kreacher, you idiot and I will not bring you breakfast!" Ginny giggled and shook his shoulder.
"Draco!" she said, louder now, "Get up this instant or I'll have to pull you off the bed!"
"Ginny? Is that you? BLOODY HELL, GINNY!!! DON'T YOU EVER SLAP ME THAT HARD AGAIN!" Draco yelled, after a little hand slapped down on his ass.
"Well, you weren't waking up…" she muttered happily.
"Still!"
"Fine, I'm sorry!"
"I didn't ask for apologies."
"Well, that's nice to know!" Ginny said cheerfully.
"Do I have to get dressed?"
"Well, depends, do you really want to walk around the school in your boxers? Personally, I wouldn't but it's your choice of course…"
"Pass me my pants, will you?"
"Yes, I will."
"Like now, maybe?" this girl was…Draco was lost in how to describe his Ginny. Yes, his Ginny.
"Here you go, ferrety pie!"
"Just WHAT did you call me?"
"Your new nickname: ferrety pie."
"You-you-you-"
"Were you trying to say something, Draco?" Ginny asked sweetly.
"Do you want to go to Florida?"
"Florida?"
"You know, in America?"
"Why?"
"For a…holiday, you know? A real holiday, and nobody will ever know!" Draco grinned.
"No…how about…Spain?"
"France?"
"Holland?"
"Greece?"
"Cyprus?"
"Finland?"
"Finland! There's snow there!"
"Hey! I've got a bloody brilliant idea!"
"And that would be…?"
"Lets go to Hogsmeade! It isn't far at all and we can book a nice hotel!"
"Well, if we want to go to Hogsmeade, why not just stay here?"
"Ok!"
"Ok!" Ginny agreed.
Draco got a black sweater on and a scarf. Ginny, on the other hand, needed a bit more time. She studied herself carefully, trying to look as seductive as possible, but still look cute. In the end, she decided on a white woolen sweater with a snowman on it.
"Ready yet, Ginny?"
"Yes, coming!"
"You look-"
"Ravishingly, beautifully sexy, right?"
"No, Ginny. You just look damn sexy!"
"I'll take that as a compliment!"
"You should, I tried!"
Ginny giggled.
"Where to?"
"Zonko's?"
"So I can prank you? Sure."
"You do not have my permission to." Malfoy smirked.
"Your permission? You boys think I always need permission! First Ron wanted to give me "his permission to go out with Harry and now I need yours to buy joke items. Ridiculous!"
"Ridiculously correct. Maybe we should have a drink?" Draco proposed innocently.
"So, you want to get me drunk enough to follow whatever order you give me?" she asked playfully.
"Why, of course! Brilliant of you to guess…"
"Even the stupidest Barbie blonde on the planet could see through that, and I'm not one…"
"What's a Barbie?"
"This type of muggle doll…Dad loves them, thinks they're amazing and of course Hermione told me all about them."
"And you don't look like one?"
"No way!"
"Then I must assume they're ugly."
Ginny laughed openly.
"You have a decent brain, Malfoy!" she said.
"Of course I do!" Draco replied sounding offended.
"Lets go to Madam Puddifoot's, they'll have coffee and you can't get me drunk on coffee."
"It's pink."
"So are your lips, you idiot, come."
Ginny dragged Draco into the shop.
