A/N: First of all, I have to say I was flabbergasted by the initial response. Usually I post a new story, get maybe a couple hundred hits and a few reviews in the first week, and then interest peters out. I had to keep from jumping for joy or letting my eyes fall out this morning. 32 of my 35 emails were for favs/reviews/alerts for this story. And the hit count! That about did me in – 2000+ in 12 hours. I love you guys!

Anyway, I wasn't planning on writing this out; I had ideas but nothing solid. And then someone wondered who Ginny was matched with and there were four alerts, so I wanted to try. It turned out a lot better than I expected. Please excuse Draco, I'm not used to writing him.

Ginny/Draco with more scheming twins.

It had been two weeks since the fiasco at Grimmauld Place. And as much as Ginny wanted to hate Hermione for being chosen by Harry, she couldn't. The potion devised by the twins was a sure thing, like most things they made. She would never admit it to their faces but they were geniuses when it came to inventing things. But she would say it was all their fault she couldn't get the person that came to her out of her head.

She sighed heavily, her head resting on her arms as she sat at a corner booth of Finnigan's. The pub was the first of three that Seamus founded after the war and was by far the most popular. She had picked this particular pub knowing there was a one in a million chance her person would show up here. It was too…Gryffindorish for his tastes. Just that thought brought him back to the forefront of her mind.

He was almost the complete opposite of Harry. He was most definitely tall, one of the few things they had in common. But were the Boy Who Lived had dark, messy hair and vivid green eyes, her match didn't. Pale was one word to describe most of him. Pale blond hair, grey eyes that were almost silver, and skin as pale as hers. While she would admit he was beautiful to look at, she had to wonder how Draco Malfoy was her match. He had mercilessly teased her for most of her Hogwarts tenure. She had heard all sorts of stories from her brothers, mostly Ron and the Twins, of things he did and said at Hogwarts. Afterward, she heard the stories from Harry and thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so bad underneath the protective layer of disdain. They had been on polite terms since the battle, nowhere near being friends, but a far cry from the bitter enemies they had been. She was just hoping to avoid him long enough to figure herself out.

"Is anyone sitting here?" Internally she groaned. The one night she takes refuge outside her flat is the one night he shows up. She leaned back in her chair and watched him as he took the seat across from her. He looked impeccable, as usual, with his platinum hair gelled into place and the straight, clean lines of his suit under his pristine robe.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

He looked uncomfortable for a moment and avoided her eyes. "I'm not exactly sure. But I'm willing to bet it has something to do with you."

"Me?" she squeaked. Her mind raced. She had told no one who she saw, unless the twins somehow knew. "Why would I have anything to do with you being here?"

That smirk that at one time had irritated her to no end appeared. "To be more accurate, it would actually be your brothers' fault, if what I've been told is true."

Ginny could feel her face burning as she lowered her eyes to stare at her hands. She was going to kill Fred and George. "What… what have you been told?"

She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Something about a true love potion, you and Granger both were claiming to see Potter. Those brothers of yours said something about a kiss being the only way to tell for sure. There was some kissing, some yelling, a spell, and you being kicked out of the house. I think one of them said something about your vision." She froze, wondering just how much he knew. "What was it they said? Oh, yes, tall, blond, grey eyed, and a year older. Then I had a wand in my face threatening me to make sure I played nice. Anything sound familiar?"

The young woman's shoulders slumped, defeated. He knew and now he was going to make fun of her again. "I-I'm sorry. I have to go." She was on her feet and out the door before he had a chance to react.

Rain pounded down around her as she ran, all thoughts of apparating home gone. Tears mingled with the rain as they slid down her cheeks. First Harry and Hermione, then her brothers, and now she may have ruined what little she had with the one person she matched. Maybe it was her lot in life to turn people against her; Merlin knows she did a good enough job at it.

She had finally slowed to a walk when his voice called out. "Weasley!" She took off again and her ears registered the sound of him following her. He kept calling out her name. Why did he continue to follow her? "God damnit. Ginny! Stop!" The use of her given name caused her to stumble, crashing into a puddle on the cobblestones. She lay there, sobbing, as his footsteps finally stopped beside her. "Are you okay?" Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him kneel in the puddle. They were both absolutely soaked.

"Why," she sobbed, "why do you care so much so suddenly?"

"For one, it's not so suddenly. And two, as crazy as it sounds and as much as I never thought I would say it, I think your brothers are right." Her eyes shot up to his. His voice was soft, quite unlike anything she'd ever heard him say before. He held a hand out to her and helped her stand when she took it.

Her brown eyes took in his appearance again. Any gel that had been in his hair was washed out by the pounding rain, plastering it to his head. His robe and suit clung to him; very little was dry after chasing her and then kneeling in the puddle. It took a moment for her to process his words. "What?"

One hand kept a grip on her hand and the other reached up to brush a strand of wet hair from her face. "I'm not an entirely emotionless git, you know. It's just…hard." He dropped the hand from behind her ear, his grey eyes locking with hers. "I thought about what I was told for a while. It's been nearly a week. And the more I think about it, the more it seems to make sense." Her brows furrowed in puzzlement. "You're fiery and compassionate. I'm cold and calculating. Friends and family surround you at every turn. While I have a family, it's broken and I have followers rather than friends."

"But you're handsome and-and rich."

His face screwed up in disgust. "Yes, looks and money," he spat. His face relaxed again. "If this war has taught me anything, and it has taught me many things, it is that they mean nothing if there is no one to share it with."

"You teased me for years."

A new look swept over his face, one of shame she had never seen. "I know and I'm sorry for it. I told you, this is hard. I…compartmentalize, I guess that would be the best word. I've always kept my emotions and thoughts in neat boxes in my mind. You have to think of the environment I grew up in. I learned at an early age that showing compassion was a bad thing. So I boxed it up and shoved it away. It took a war and nearly losing all that I do love to realize I learned wrong." He grinned and met her eyes again. "Your twin brothers fairly well cornered me last week. Told me what was going on and, when I didn't believe them, shoved a vial of that potion down my throat. Apparently they have a handy spell that reveals the match of the person who said spell was aimed at to the caster. I thought about what they said and everything that's happened. Eventually I came to a conclusion."

"And what would that be?"

"That maybe…maybe I was wrong, more than I thought. And that your brothers may have something. I'd like it if you would help me learn and we can see just how right they were." He smirked again as he brushed more rain soaked hair from her face. "Do you know how they said the only way to be sure was?"

She finally smiled. "The only way to be sure is to kiss the person in question."

He leaned down far enough she could feel his breath on her lips. "Exactly," was his only word before slanting his lips over hers. It was rough and demanding, but there was passion and hope behind it. As the rain continued to pound around them, they both knew it was perfect.

A/N: I hope that satisfied curiosities enough. Again, thank you for the response!