Ginny had fallen asleep quickly on the couch that had conjured itself in the Room of Requirements. She had awoken, vaguely remembering a dream she had had where Draco Malfoy had kissed her... Wait. That hadn't been a dream! Suddenly wide-eyed, she sat up straight. She glanced at her watch: 5 pm. She had slept through lunch.

Suddenly, she felt ravenous, partly from anxiety about Malfoy (in her "dream" she had called him Draco... Idiot Idiot Idiot she called herself) and partly from the lack of lunch. She found the fruit tapestry, tickled the pear, and walked into the kitchens. Dobby squealed immediately, his tower of hats almost falling off of his head.

"What would Mistress like? Dobby will get it because he wants to get it! Dobby is a free elf!" he squeaked.

Ginny smiled uneasily and asked for some bread and butter. Dobby quickly buttered a hunk of baguette and handed it to her.

"Thanks," she said. "Next time, I'll bring you some of my old socks."

Dobby thanked her excitedly and she quickly headed out through the tapestry. What a strange little elf, she thought.

Deciding to go out on the grounds, she muttered, "Accio cloak!" and her cloak came soaring towards her. She pulled it around herself tightly and walked out the front doors. She smelled fresh cut grass and sunshine, the perfect combination for a brilliant Saturday evening. There were a few people scattered about, some doing schoolwork, others snogging. She spotted the Trio squabbling under a large tree. She decided not to interrupt only to be ignored. She was no longer the little schoolgirl who didn't have any other friends than her brother.

She walked to a medium sized shady tree with a view of the lake and sat down. She gazed at the waters before getting bored and levitating leaves.

"Need some practice on spells we learned in first year?" a silky yet cold voice sniped from behind her. She flicked her head around, the brown leaf falling silently on the grass.

"Well, it appears I've nothing better to do," she replied smoothly.

"Why aren't you hanging out with your boyfriend Potter, then?" Draco asked, a bit more venomously than he would have liked.

"Harry's never been my boyfriend, no matter how much I wished he was in second year. But I'm over him, thank you very much, Draco." She wasn't quite sure why she emphasized his name, but it seemed necessary at the time.

"Well then, Ginny, perhaps we should make you more over him by going out for lunch sometime."

Ginny raised her eyebrows up at him, her eyes confused. Had he just asked her on a date?

"And why in the name of Merlin would I ever go out with you?" she asked, because she herself didn't really have an answer.

"Because I asked. That's why."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Ginny was feeling quite confused now.

"It means I'll meet you at eleven next Saturday and we can go down to Hogsmeade together," he said dismissively. Then he strolled away nonchalantly, leaving Ginny baffled.

"The bloody hell...?" she muttered, staring out at the lake. Did she have a date with Draco Malfoy?!

A/N Yes, Ginny, yes you do… Did you like it? Love it? Hate it with a passion? Tell me!