a/n : no excuses. school, havn't done my work, fa la la la! but here's something i "cooked" up. and ahem, i rediscovered my passion for puns.

fifa finals tomorrow, and so; "i think i'll play football, just for kicks!"

sorry! forgive me dear reader, and scold me if this is unbearable:)

DISCLAIMER :sticks out tongue to disclaimer: puh-tooey

CHAPTER XIII

In Which Something Is Cooking

Come here he wished to himself.

It was an autumn afternnon on a saturday, and the wind was playing havoc with her hair. She was laughing, and that sight was creating havoc with his senses. He needed to be there with her. Anywhere nearer; closer to her laugh, her eyes, her mouth….

Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT.

Draco sighed. He could never accept the fact that he had it this bad for the youngest of the Weasleys.

Lusting so shamelessly was beneath his controlled self. Granted, no one could blame him; she was a vision in the wind or otherwise. What a vision that is he thought.

Draco covered his face in his hands and groaned. This was not good for him, or for Ginny. He couldn't restrain himself around her. He couldn't be as arrogant as he should. He couldn't speak as eloquently as he would. He wouldn't snog her as he rightfully should.

Draco got irritated with his thought process. He just needed to get a hold of his wayward emotions.

He looked at Ginny as she outran her brother and Harry. Harry easily tackled her and all three laughed as she was mercilessly tickled by Ron.

He definitely needed to get a hold over his wayward emotions; before they got hold of her.

Draco threw away the covers that night and sat up in his bed. He threw his legs to the other side of the bed and sat there, thinking.

Sleep would elude him. He had been out of character lately.

And it was not because of Ginny Weasley he thought, gritting his teeth.

And he knew he had lied to himself once again.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Then he got up in an attempt to clear his thoughts.

As he silently walked out of the dorm and into the common room, he had made a plan.

First was getting himself some very strong coffee.

The next was a disgustingly pampering bath.

And the last would be to torture the youngest Weasley till he realised that he was the icy arse that he had pretended to be for so long.

And so he made his way to the Kitchens.

Ginny was sitting sipping her tea.

It had become a habit of late. She went to bed early because there really wasn't much to do.

Or well, that much that she was willing to do.

So whenever she would wake up at an odd hour such as the one this day, she slipped on a night robe over her night suit and padded her way to the kitchens for something, anything to eat and drink.

Coffee was no good for her system. And a little elf told her there was a stash of Earl grey in one of the cabinets. Apparently Dumbledore wasn't a coffee person.

Ginny sat there with her brewed cup and some biscuits that she inadvertently dunked in the tea.

She looked up as the door creaked open, almost afraid that a twinkle-eyes Dumbledore would catch her having the last of his tea leaves.

Sadly enough, the only night she had slept in a pair or shorts was this. Even worse was the fact that she had discarded her robe in the dorm.

And adding insult to this sultry injury was the fact that Draco Malfoy entered the kitchens on that very night, still sleepy, but very, very shirtless.

Draco saw Ginny look up at him and blush.

The one night he had not bothered with a shirt and slipped on a pair of leather pants that Blaise had gifted him as a sadistic joke was the night he had to meet Ginny Bloody Weasley.

And there she sits in ridiculously, Draco's eyes narrowed, tiny, he panicked, shorts.

'Morning' he muttered, walking to the coffee cabinet. He took out a bottle and the sugar pot, and extracted a cup from another part of the kitchen. Then Draco proceeded to beat the coffee and sugar in the cup, even as Ginny looked on.

Only he could look like he owned the bloody place she thought.

'I finished the biscuits' she blurted out.

He raised his eyes slowly to meet hers, and then turned around to the counter and placed the cup down.

Draco moved around the kitchen, walking purposefully and taking out, flour, sugar, cocoa…is he making cookies? Thought Ginny incredulously.

'Not just any Gin' his drawl broke into her thoughts, 'Chocolate chip cookies.'

Bloody git thinks he can read my thoughts.

She got up and emptied the tea cup in one gulp.

After putting her dishes in the sink, Ginny went to where Draco was effortlessly mixing the batter.

She slid herself on the counter and faced him.

He looked up at her, his hair falling over his eyes. Draco tried to flip them back, but his hands were covered in cookie dough.

Ginny gently raised her hand and brushed away the soft fine hair from his eyes.

The eyes had darkened visibly but in the dim lighting of the kitchen, Ginny couldn't make out the sheer intensity of that piercing gaze.

Else, Ginny would have feared her safety at this point.

She looked down at where draco was cutting the cookies into shapes, making do with a small bowl as a biscuit cutter.

He was resourceful, Ginny thought, taking some leftover dough on her finger and licking it away.

And a very very good cook.

Draco's forceful body moved imperceptibly closer to Ginny. His eyes concentrated on any movement Ginny might make that could indicate Ginny's reluctance to have the stunning semi-naked Malfoy snog her out of rational consciousness.

And here was a physical impossibility.

Ginny's breathing slowed as she watched his arrogant face tilt ever so slightly.

Draco slowly invaded the sanctity of her mouth and his gentle kiss had her stupefied.

Draco showed no sign of moving away from Ginny, having her effectively trapped against the counter, with his hands on both sides of her.

Ginny's barely functioning mind was begging for another kiss. And she knew that the smirking git would make her beg.

So she did the only logical thing; Ginny grabbed a handful of flour from the bag next to her right hand and tossed it onto Draco's face.

He shifted back in surprise and she leapt off the counter laughing.

Only a Weasley could ruin my moment Draco thought and then suddenly smirked at the effervescent femme Weasley.

He got a handful of flour and even as she tried to control her laughter, threw the whole bit on her magnificent Red hair.

Ginny gasped in mock horror and ran around him to reach the flour, just as his arm caught her waist.

She had still managed to reach the flour, and grabbed a hefty handful when she felt the strong hold he had over her. Draco's eyes had darkened and the intensity of his gaze made Ginny involuntarily gulp.

She managed a light smile and showed him the flour in her hand, whispering, 'I'm not afraid to use it.'

'Use it' he whispered, as his lips came down slowly upon hers.

Ginny felt his warm chest against her body and the hard lean physique did nothing for her already besotted heart.

The flour fell from her hand as her arms came around his neck. She responded to his fervent kissing and knew right then, there had never been a kisser like Draco Malfoy.

And Ginny Weasley wouldn't mind having him snog her out of rational consciousness.