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As soon as she reached the stairs, Ginny stopped and sat down. Why do guys have to be such idiots? I didn't want to do this to Harry! But I can't lie to him, either. Malfoy was just so... so...

"Hey, are you okay?" asked a familiar voice. Ginny looked up to see Malfoy standing there beside her on the stairs, looking worried, and a little smug.

"Yeah. Why do you even care?" she asked, putting her head in her hands.

"I thought I made that clear earlier. I could always show you again," he replied as he sat down next to her.

"Mmm," she mumbled.

"I saw you rush out here, so I followed you. What happened?" he asked, gently prying her hands away from her face.

"Harry asked me out," she replied, looking up at him.

"Oh... so what'd you say?" Malfoy asked, trying to sound casual, but she heard the unease in his voice.

"No."

"Oh... how come?"

"I don't know. I didn't feel like it was right to say yes when I felt that I might like y-" she stopped suddenly. She didn't want him to know that she liked him.

"When you might like.. who?" Malfoy asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Like I'm going to tell you."

"Oh. So you're going to play like that, are you?" he asked, lifting her chin up with his hand. "Besides, all you need is a little... temptation," he whispered, brushing his lips over hers teasingly. "You going to tell me? Or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

"I guess you'll have to force it out of me." Ginny whispered seductively, running her finger down his chest. Two could play at this game.

Malfoy grabbed her and pressed his lips against hers. But all too soon, it was over. Still keeping his arms tightly around her, he looked into her eyes.

"Going to tell me now?" he purred. Ginny shook her head, as she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. This time, he didn't pull away, but deepened the kiss.

She felt his tongue asking for entrance and she parted her lips immediately, finding his tongue with hers. She felt his hands move down... down... and lift her onto his lap. One hand stay wrapped around her waist while the other wound itself in her hair.

Ginny felt herself wanting more. She felt herself longing for-

"Hey! Get your bloody hands off my sister, you slimy git!"

The couple broke away immediately, startled. Ginny realized where she was sitting and hopped off Malfoy's lap, blushing furiously. As she looked around, she saw Ron standing at the bottom of the steps, shaking from head to toe. Harry was just a few feet behind him, staring up at Ginny, hurt plain on his face.

"And what do you think you're doing to my sister?" Ron spit at Malfoy.

"Not that it's any of your business, Weaselbee, but I think I was kissing her," Malfoy answered, his voice taunting and cold as he stood up.

Ron climbed up the stairs to where Malfoy was standing, and stared him in the face. "It looked like you were doing a lot more than kissing. Stay away from my sister."

"And why in bloody hell should I do that?"

"Just stay away from her!"

"Why, no, I don't think I will."

"Stay away from her, or I'll break that fancy little nose of yours."

Malfoy leaned in close and whispered, "I don't think you have the guts."

He's going to crack. I can see it in his face. But he wouldn't dare.

But sure enough, Ginny watched Ron's fist connect with Malfoy's nose with an audible crack. She saw blood as Malfoy staggered backwards, a hand rushing to his face, astonishment in his eyes.

Ginny couldn't believe it. In a rush of anger, she grabbed her wand from inside her robes, pointed it at Ron, and shouted "Furnunculus!", and watched as boils broke out all over Ron's face.

When he looked up again, she fixed him with a deathly glare. "Let that be a reminder to you: stay out of my personal life," she warned, and then grabbed Malfoy by the back of the robes, pulling him up the stairs as she went.

Madam Pomfrey mended his nose in an instant. When they got outside, Malfoy paused to stare at Ginny.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, smirking.

"Okay," she said. "Don't tell me."

As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her hand. "You were awesome."

"Oh. Thanks."

"I think I should be the one to thank you. After all, you were the one who cursed him." Malfoy added as he lifted her chin up with his free hand, so she was forced to look at him. Ginny tried to move away but he wouldn't let her budge.

"Ginny, I really like you. For years now, I've watched you from afar, hoping I'd catch your eye. But not anymore. Please, will you be my girlfriend?" Malfoy asked, looking into her eyes. His gray ones held nothing but passion, and hope.

"But, I can't. I don't-" but he stopped her before she could finish.

"You're not seriously going to tell me you don't like me. Not after you kissed me like that."

"But-"

"Please," he whispered, and he gently pressed his lips to hers. "Please."

Ginny rolled her eyes up at him. "Fine. Yes, I will. But only because you said please," she added as she grinned up at him.

His eyes danced with delight as he smiled back down at her. And she could still feel that smile as he pressed his lips to hers once more.

A/N: I sincerely apologize for the puke-worthy fluff. Sorry..