A/N GASP. It's been awhile. 5 months actually. Happy Holidays, here's an update from us to you! Yay!

What the Other Weasleys Don't Know…

Chapter 3: Confrontation with that Scaly Guy

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Ginny paced her dressing room, but as it was only 5' by 5' she didn't have much room to vent her frustration. She whirled around as her door swung open.

"I thought I locked that door." She said coldly.

"You did," he replied smoothly, "Standard Book of Spells, chapter 7. You might find it interesting."

"What are you doing here Malfoy? I never thought you would be in a muggle strip joint." Ginny said, putting on her robe.

"I could say that same to you, Little Weasel. Do Mummy and Daddy know where you spend your Saturday nights?" Draco shot back. Then he walked up behind her, so close they could feel each others body heat. "You don't need to put this on for my account," he said, running his finger under the neckline of her robe. "Those black knickers are just fine." And with that he slid off her robe.

Ginny whirled around to face him, her eyes glittering with suppressed anger. "Look," she said shortly, "I know what you did during the war, and I'll admit it was very noble. Risking your life to get an inside scoop on old Voldie's plans, and all that. But, that does not give you permission to touch me, or even talk to me. Forget the fact that you saved tons of lives working as a spy for our side. You Draco Malfoy, will always be a spoiled, rotten, pompous, little bastard!" Ginny said all this very quickly, and in one breath.

"And," she hissed as an after-thought, "how I spend any of my nights isn't a concern of my parents. I'm of age, Mr. Malfoy, as I have been for the last 7 years. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed; I'm up soon."

And she shoved his very forcefully out of her room. Ginny was very pleased to see he fell right on his bum. A very nice bum, by the way, a part of her brain said, but she shook it away. She had six brothers, and if Malfoy messed with her again he could be sure, to walk away with more then a sore backside.

Draco slid under his plush green covers and laid his head on his satin silver pillows, embroidered with the Malfoy crest. He was there for barely a minutes before he felt someone slid in beside him.

Her cool hands slid across his bare chest, "Where've you been, love?" She asked in a husky voice. "I've been waiting for you all night."

"Not tonight, Pansy," Draco said, shrugging her hands of his shoulders. "I've got too much on my mind."

"Fine!" Pansy said tearfully.

And she stormed off in a huff.

Draco sighed and leaned against his pillow. He did have to much on his mind; his meeting with the Knockturn Alley Committee, the nightmares that plagued his sleep for the last 8 years, the donations he had to make, and a certain redhead.

Never before had a woman intrigued him so much, and she was defiantly a woman. When he had last seen her she had been sixteen a naïve, innocent little kid, that followed around the Golden Trio. Her school and Quidditch robes had not done her body justice.

He would bet all the galleons he had that her family knew nothing of the job she had in the muggle world. Such a clean-cut family the Weasleys were, and very protective of their own. But they had to know she wasn't innocent. He had read in the papers that she had moved in with Scarhead. There was no way in hell Potter would let a siren like that out of his bed. Draco smirked, an idea forming in his head. Potter and the Weaslette. If there's any way to make an old foe jealous it's too shag his girl. He rolled over onto his side and fell asleep.

A/N Wow that was short! Thanks for the reviews. You better review this chapter or else it'll be another five months before the next update. Hahah, kidding. (Maybe.)

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