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"So now what?" I asked as Draco and I made our way back down the corridor after we were able drag ourselves away from each other.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm a Weasley and you're a Malfoy. Both our families wouldn't approve of course."

Draco smirked. "I do have to uphold the Malfoy name."

I shot him a dirty look and pretended I didn't hear him. "So there is no way that we could ever really be together in public."

"I agree with that. It would be detrimental to both our images."

"Ugh, stop thinking about your image for a moment or so help me—!"

"Well what about your boyfriend!" he shot back.

I stopped on the stairs we had been descending. "Shite. I'm a horrible girlfriend! I forgot about Dean…"

Draco grinned. "I'm that great of a kisser?"

"We haven't really thought this through Draco. We really need to talk about it," I said, ringing my hands. "I mean, I have a boyfriend. Couldn't I just be a quick snog to you?

It was Draco's turn to frown. "You want to be a quick snog?"

I snorted. "C'mon! You're Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake! Weren't you the one that told me that you have never had a girlfriend? You said that you and girls had a certain 'understanding! Now, I'm not saying I want one of those understandings but I have a boyfriend and you're the type of guy to never have a girlfriend."

"If I'm such a horrible person, then why did you completely forget the fact that you have a boyfriend!?"

"Do you really want to know!? I shouted.

"Oh yes Ginevra! Enlighten me!"

"Because despite me having a boyfriend, I can't seem to get you out of my head ever since you kissed me in front of Gryffindor Tower!"

I smiled at the slightly stunned look on his face before whirling around and storming down the stairs. It was a few moments before I heard him thundering down the stairs and—catching my elbow—he whirled me around.

"Weasley!"

"What?" I said, yanking my arm away and crossing both my arms over my chest.

"Really? You couldn't stop thinking about me?"

"Yes really. Happy!?"

Draco grinned at me. "Well Weasley, if you really want to do this, I swear you will just be a snog."

"But Dean, and our families, and your public image, and your fun with other girls? I mean, I probably won't be the only girl you're snogging for fun."

"I can solve your first three problems with one solution."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what would that solution be ferret?"

"I guess it would also solve your fourth little worry," he mused.

"What is it?"

"Isn't it obvious Weasley? We'll make it a complete secret only between the two of us. We don't tell anyone and we obviously meet in secret."

"That solves the family and your public image issue but what about Dean?"

"Are you really averse to meeting in secret behind Dean's back when we just spent—," Draco looked at his watch. "—half an hour in that classroom together snogging."

"We didn't just snog!" I protested weakly. "We talked too."

"Barely," he sniggered.

I sighed. "As horrible as this makes me sound—no I'm not averse to going behind Dean's back."

"You could just break up with him?" Draco offered.

"I have a public image too you know," I said.

"How does dating Thomas help with your image?"

"It will help keep my brother off my back about guys if I'm already known to be with Dean and it will keep other guys from asking me to Hogsmeade for a date."

"There," said Draco, starting to continue down the stairs. I realized with a jolt that we had been having a very private conversation out in public. I dashed down the stairs and continued to stroll along with him. "All the problems solved."

"Not quite. Are you going to be with other girls?"

"Is that going to be a problem?" he asked. "Because if it is, that's very rich coming from a girl with a boyfriend."

"So I would just be another girl?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "If you want a special title, you could be the secret girl that I'm seeing who I can't tell anyone about."

I didn't want to laugh but I couldn't help it when Draco was being that ridiculous. "I think that's the best I'm going to get so I guess I'll take it."

"Who would have thought," said Draco. "Me and a Weasley."

I snorted. "I definitely did not see this coming."

"Now you finally have someone to teach you how to kiss," he teased.

"I don't kiss like a preteen!" I laughed, elbowing his ribs.

"There are a few things I should tell you though Weasley if we're going to see each other on the side."

"Like what? You're a secret taxidermist? You actually dye your hair this blonde? You're actually a girl in disguise?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Do all Weasley's have this active of imaginations?"

I flipped my hair. "Nope, it's my own special quirk."

"What I wanted to tell you is that you shouldn't expect some things from me just because you're my secret girl I'm seeing who I can't tell anyone about. I mean, I have many of those."

"Like?"

"Like I don't do the whole roses and candy thing. And don't expect to change me. Also, don't expect me to tell you everything that I do or what goes on in my life. We just snog."

"Okay, okay," I laughed. "I get it. Don't worry, I'm not into all that romantic stuff either and I don't think it's possible for me to ever change Draco Malfoy."

"It isn't possible."

"So we're just friends who hang out a lot but kiss each other in secret." I clarified.

"Exactly," he said, slinging his arm over my shoulder.

"Stop before Blaise see's us and he gets jealous," I teased.

"What?"

I rolled my eyes. "I know that Blaise thinks I'm pretty. Too bad you can't tell anyone about snogging me because I know that you would love to shove it into Blaise's face."

"You would love that, wouldn't you Weasley?"

"Too bad you'll never know," I said, extricating myself from his arms as we neared Gryffindor Tower.

"Goodnight Weasley. I give you permission to dream about me tonight."

"Sod off Malfoy," I laughed. "But if you dream about me, I won't be mad."

I climbed through the portrait hole with my cheeks blazing and a smile on my face. I sunk down in an armchair beside Hermione.

"What are you so happy about?" she asked.

"Nothing. It's just been a good day."

"You mean a good night?" she asked, bemused.

"Yeah, that to."

"He's staring at you again," hissed Evanna, unnecessarily nudging my arm with her elbow.

"No he's not," I groaned. I refused to look up from my plate of eggs and bacon.

"Harry Potter is starring at you!" whispered Florence.

I peeked up from my breakfast and peered at Harry down the table through my hair. He was sitting with Ron and Hermione as usual but he wasn't holding a conversation with them; he was staring this way down the table.

I turned away. "He's only staring in this direction. It doesn't mean he's staring at me."

"Likely story," said Evanna.

"Didn't you have the hugest crush on him when you were eleven?"

"I was eleven!" I protested. "He was a celebrity to me."

"You also had a crush on Harry when you were twelve and thirteen I believe before you started dating Michael Corner," said Florence.

"Ancient history," I said breezily.

"So you wouldn't mind if I went and told Harry," said Evanna, feinting getting up.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. "Harry already knows. When he came to visit over the summer before I started at Hogwarts, I must have knocked over my porridge at least twenty times."

"Awe, that's cute," sniggered Florence.

"So where were you two last night?" I asked, hastily changing the topic.

"In the library," groaned Evanna. "I found I had been getting a bit behind so Florence was helping me."

"Where were you?" asked Florence. "Aren't you usually studying in there in the evenings?"

"I was in the common room last night."

"But you weren't in there after dinner," said Evanna. "Florence and I went up there to get our work."

"And you haven't told us about what happened at dinner last night," pressed Florence.

"Nothing, I just wasn't hungry. I went for a walk after I left dinner and then I went up to the common room for the rest of the night," I hurriedly explained. I did not need Florence and Evanna to start questioning where I disappear to.

"Okay, well do you want to come study with us tonight?" asked Florence.

My mind instantly jumped to Draco. Would I be meeting him tonight? I mentally kicked myself. I would not wait around to make plans with a guy. "Yeah sure."

"C'mon," said Evanna, pushing away from the table. "I have to run back up to the common room. Let's go before we're late."

Christmas was fast approaching, bringing with it swirling snow and chilly corridors. Hagrid had already delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall and for an added touch, snow was bewitched to fall gently down in the Great Hall from the enchanted sky but evaporate before landing on the tables and people. Garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from the insides the helmets of suits of armour; never-melting icicles hung from window ledges and candle brackets and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors. A Christmas tree had been placed in the Gryffindor common room and was decorated with white fairy lights and red and gold baubles.

I was definitely feeling the Christmas cheer but one downside was the impending Slug Club Christmas Party. So far I hadn't had to go to a Slug Club party since Harry had been scheduling Quidditch practice whenever he received a violet ribbon adorned scroll. We always had a good laugh imagining Hermione at the parties. I wouldn't be able to wiggle out of going this time though since Harry couldn't possibly schedule practice on the day before break.

"Isn't it kind of assumed that you would go with Dean?" asked Florence after I told her and Evanna and I still hadn't asked anyone to Slughorn's party.

"Dean already said he doesn't want to go. I was thinking I would just go alone," I said meekly. I crossed out a line on my parchment with the wrong facts.

"Does he expect you to go alone?" asked Evanna. Like usual, she was avoiding homework like the plague and was instead busy making her quill levitate.

I shrugged. "Probably."

"If he expects you to go alone, then ask someone to go with you," said Evanna.

"I don't want to cause another row between us," I explained.

The biggest row between Dean and I would ensue if he found out about Draco and that would result in our breakup. It's not that I didn't care about Dean but he was more of a friend than a lover and I hated to think it but Dean was my safety net at the moment to keep other guys away from me so I could focus on what I was doing with Draco.

So far, Draco and I had only met up three times since we came to our fragile agreement. We met both times in a rarely used classroom on the fifth floor where we already developed a pattern for when we met.

We would sit and talk together for a little bit without our walls up and I learned a lot about Draco from these little talks; like how he doesn't usually like physical contact with someone else in day to day situations; how he was drilled with good manners and lessons on how high class wizards should act since he was a child; how he hates chocolate; or like how he was named after a constellation and his name meant dragon.

The first time we met up, Draco ended the talking after a little bit by cupping my face and stroking my cheek almost tenderly. I shut up pretty quickly after that. Draco also had to end our conversation the second time since I never seemed to run out of things to talk about when I was with him. But the third time I had ended the talking by grabbing his tie and dragging his lips to mine.

I kind of wanted to ask Draco to come to Slughorn's party with me but I knew it was a bad idea. Hermione would be there and so would Harry. Since Draco and I were known to be friends I figured that they shouldn't have a problem with it but I knew that it would probably get back to my mum somehow and I didn't need her meddling in my social life.

"Why don't you just ask Adrian?" asked Florence.

I perked up. "That's a great idea. I'll go ask him right now."

"Do you know where the Ravenclaw common room is?" asked Evanna.

I stood up and stretched. "No but he's probably in the library."

I set off to the library, humming to myself. I hoped Adrian said yes since I hadn't seen him all that often and it would be nice to have some time to talk.

Like I expected, I found Adrian almost instantly. He was peering over a book with Luna and Nicholas at his table.

"Hey guys," I said, sliding in across from Adrian.

He looked up and smiled. "Hey stranger. What's going on?"

I bit my lip. "Are you busy tomorrow night?"

Adrian furrowed his brow and then shook his head. "Nope. I'm only packing for the break. Why?"

"Want to come to Slughorn's party with me?" I asked.

"What about Dean?"

I rolled my eyes. "Dean said he didn't want to go. So you want to?"

Adrian grinned. "Sure. I think it will be fun."

Luna smiled. "That's great. I'm going too."

I turned to her. "You are? With who?"

"Harry. He asked me tonight."

"That's great!" I turned to Nicholas with a sheepish grin. "You can come too. Slughorn wouldn't care if I bring two dates."

Nicholas waved away my offer. "I swear I don't want to go. I don't envy you at all," he added, clapping Adrian on the shoulder.

I pushed away from the table with a smile. "Great, I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall at seven thirty tomorrow night."

I was about to walk out of the library when I spotted Astoria, Draco, Blaise, Theodore and Daphne sitting together in the back where we all usually sat.

I had seen Astoria only now and then since I had forgotten to meet her in at the Astronomy tower. We had talked normally when we did talk but I still hadn't asked her if she would still tell me what she had wanted to almost a month ago.

Just as I was pushing open the door, Astoria spotted me and waved me over.

"What's up?" I asked, leaning my hip against the table by Astoria.

"Nothing, just studying. What about you?"

I blushed faintly. "I just had to come ask Adrian something."

Astoria reached up with a grin and poked my pink cheeks. "What did you have to ask him that you're blushing?"

"Dean doesn't want to go with Slughorn's party with me so I asked Adrian."

"I'm hurt that you didn't ask me Weasley," said Blaise, laying his hand over his heart and exaggerating a sad face.

"Why would she ask you?" snorted Draco. "Everyone knows I'm the ladies man here."

"I would rather ask Snape than you two to the party," I said.

"You hurt me Weasley," said Draco, copying Blaise and feigning a broken heart.

"You'll get over," I laughed and everyone joined in.

"So what are your Christmas plans?" asked Astoria once everyone had calmed down.

"I'm just going home."

"I suppose Potter and Granger will be staying with you?" said Astoria. I detected a hint of spite in her voice but I couldn't fathom why.

"Not Hermione but Harry is. What about you guys though? What are you all doing for Christmas holidays?"

"I want Astoria to come home with me but she won't," pouted Daphne.

"You aren't going home?" I asked, a bit surprised.

She shook her head. "No, I have things to do."

I didn't probe even though my curiosity was raging. Instead, I turned to the others. "What you three?"

"I'm going home," said Blaise. "Draco and Theo are staying though."

"You're staying Draco? Why?"

I knew Draco well enough now to detect the slight crinkling of his eyes when he lied but since we were in a public place, I didn't call him out on it when he said, "It's because of my dad being in Azkaban. I don't feel like going home to celebrate while he's still locked up."

"Sorry to hear that," I said, pushing away from the table. "Draco, can I talk to you for a moment."

No once asked questions as Draco got up and followed me. I led him to a deserted corridor on the fourth floor hidden by a tapestry that I knew had mistletoe strung up behind it.

"Yes?" asked Draco.

I threaded my fingers into his blonde hair and pulled his lips down to mine. My lips were demanding and his were unyielding as we pressed ever closer; his fingers tangling in my hair as we grasped at each other almost desperately.

This wasn't like other kisses we had shared. The other kisses had been tender and sweet since we were still getting into a rhythm with each other but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate and hungry, awakening and promising something carnal in each of us. With this kiss, everything fell away; where we were; who we were; and how we were supposed to be.

We were pressed so close together with our grasping hands that I almost lost the sense of where my body began and Draco's ended. Only when we were both breathless did we break apart.

"Merry Christmas," I said hoarsely.

I was pleased to hear that his voice was shaky. "Blimey Weasley! What was that for?"

I looked up. "Mistletoe."

Draco grinned, his eyes a molten grey. "Merry Christmas to you too Weasley."

I pecked him once more on the cheek before prancing off, leaving Draco dumbfounded in the hidden corridor.

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I hope every one of my amazing readers had a happy holiday and a fun new years eve. My resolution is to hopefully finish this story. I hope you like this chapter :)