A/N Wow! It's been so long since last I wrote! I have some more time now so here comes the chapter we've all been waiting on!

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Ginny awoke quickly that morning. She wasn't quite sure what it was that had startled her, but the smell of cinnamon french toast made her soon forget that she cared. She looked around the dim room, then between the curtains beside her bed. It was terribly bright, which meant that it was well into the day time. She wasn't tired, but she was a little confused why Draco hadn't woken her up when he got up.

A gentle tap at the door made her stand up. "Come in! Please." Her mother always taught her to practice good manners, although her brothers were no example of that at all, save Billy.

A tiny elf, who made Ginny think of Ron in a very expensive dress and giggle, hobbled in nervously. "Would the little miss like Minnie to do her hair would she?" She looked expectant, hopeful, and a little bit nervous at the same time. She looked like she was used to being treated harshly, and yet her attire wasn't that of an abused...anything. If Draco had given her clothing, she obviously had the right to leave.

"Umm..." The little elf bit her lip and hopped on the balls of her feet, in a silent beg. "Alrighty then. Knock yourself out."

When Minnie reached for a thick encyclopedic volume, Ginny shrieked with realization. "No! Please don't knock yourself out! That isn't what I meant!"

Minnie looked down. "I'm sorry mistress...Minnie likes take things serious-like." She put the book back down on the shelf she had found it, and looked back at the red, and flustered Ginny Weasley.

Ginny nodded. "I've noticed." She sat as Minnie's small, yet rough and skilled hands slid into her thick red locks. She used her fingers to make long ringlet curls, one at a time, then stopping to admire her work.

"It is no wonder why Master is loves Little Miss. Little Miss is very beautiful you is!" Her little cheeks went red with excitement as she realized that Ginny was nice, not vicious as the other girls 'Master' brought home had been.

Ginny blushed at the thought of being loved by anyone, but a Malfoy in particular seemed to be deffinately a bit more odd. Minnie was just a silly elf. She didn't know anything about Malfoy's feelings, did she? No, Ginny tried to convince herself, but didn't do a very good job of it.

"Master wants Miss to wear this dress here." She smiled and handed Ginny a box and within the time it took her to snap her fingers, she was gone. Ginny raised an eyebrow, then opened the box on her bed. 'Wow...'

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"Malfoy!" she said louder than she meant to as she entered the living room, only to find that he wasn't there. Where was he? Where did he go? She walked into the kitchen, but he wasn't there either. A tray of french toast and one of bacon was sitting there, and as tempting as it was to sit down and eat herself fat, she didn't.

"Mal-!" As she ran past his bedroon door, he opened it and stepped out. Ginny rushed into his chest, but before she could fall, he wrapped an arm around her back to hold her up.

"Watch it!" he shouted, before he could catch himself. He was after all still a Slytherin.

His first glance at her that morning soon disappeared when he took a second. Her hair was long, bright and curly, waving against her tempting hips... She was in a light blue dress that he had picked out for her and i damn /i had he made a good decision. It was tight at the very top, then flushed out a bit from there. The sleeves were spaghetti strapped.

"Wow.." he said, then watched her face go from it's natural pink tinge to a slightly red color that made Draco smile. "That looks wonderful. I knew it would but..." He felt a deep breath catch up with him.

"Why did that house elf come into my room this morning? And why do you have a house elf when you live in a flat?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing wrong with having a house elf in a flat...Besides... She isn't a big fan of my father. I asked that she come with me instead of staying at the Malfoy Manner." He snapped his fingers and within seconds, the little house elf was at his side.

"Yes Mister Malfoy?" she asked lightly, and with a wide smile. Ginny noticed that the little elf did not look nearly as nervous as she had when she walked into her room.

"Minnie, would you please go and get our Miss Weasley some breakfast? I made some french toast and it's sitting in the kitchen. Bring it out here for us dear."

Ginny looked surprized. "Dear?" she asked with a snort, then decided to get out of smack range. She smirked.

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "You know what, not everyone mistreats their help." He turned his nose up and faced the other direction.

"Yeah, but not everyone kisses their help's ass." She felt herself begin to giggle in a way that she hadn't in quite a while. Even Draco couldn't help it. He chuckled under his breath and turned to look at her.

"Listen, if you're not careful, I'll do something to i your /i ass that you may not like!" He realized right after he said it that he had said something utterly inapropriate... "Oh shut up!" he said, before she could start laughing.

"Well, how do you know I wouldn't like it?" Her face became instantly red. "Well, I wouldn't..." She decided that that would be the moment to shut her mouth, and not say anything else to give him ammunition, but it was too late at that point. He already had what he wanted to say to her.

"Well why don't we try it out then?" He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in to him. "I'm up for just about anything, what about you?" He knew damned well that she wouldn't be up to it but he could pretend to be oblivious to her pink cheeks.

"Come on Malfoy, quit it." She tugged to get out of his grip, but he wouldn't let go.

"Why are we so bashful all of the sudden? Just a moment ago we were talking about me kissing asses, and now that things are more one on one, you're bashful."

Ginny suddenly lost her words. She couldn't move, and she couldn't speak either. She coughed nervously, and started to step backwards, only to find a wall behind her. She looked up just in time to see his lips brush against hers.

"Oh Master Malfoy! Minnie will come back later when the time is more-" But she was gone, a stack of french toast on a small table beside the couch.

Ginny's cheeks were bright red, and she finally regained use of her legs. She rushed over to the couch, and took a plate, and a piece of french toast. "Did you make this yourself? It smells wonderful."

"Stupid fucking elf..."

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Ginny was running down the streets of Hogsmeade, but Malfoy wasn't too far behind her. "Come on Ginevra, I can't afford to lose you out here!"

She stopped short in front of a small book shop. "Why can't I go off by myself? I know how to get back to your flat you know."

He shook his head. "Yes you can get back there, but unless you're of Malfoy blood, or are married to a Malfoy, the house won't let you in or notify me that you're there, so I need to be near you at all times." He took her by the hand roughly, just in time to hear dozens of cameras go off before them. "Perfect..." he mumbled under his breath as dozens of questions were shot off at him.

"Did we hear you say married, mister Malfoy?"

"Is this your wife?"

"Are you Ms. Weasley?"

"A Weasley and a Malfoy?"

"How long have you been married?"

"When are you due?"

At that last one, both of them decided it was time to go. "Hold on to me tightly Weasley." Malfoy began to run as quickly as he could manage, down side alley's, and up main streets, hoping that they wouldn't be able to catch up with the faux-couple.

"Come back!" they both heard, and though the voice sounded familliar, neither of them even turned to see who it was.

"Do you deal with this often?" Ginny said in a sort of whimper, as they were running and she was near out of breath.

"Only when I'm with a woman usually, but without them it's only one or two of them."

The two of them skidded to a stop,and Draco dragged her into an ally. She opened her mouth to yell out at him to let her go, but he placed his hand on her mouth as the whole lot of people ran past them. She wriggled to get away from him, but he wouldn't let go.

As soon as the crowd was gone, Draco let go and brushed the front of his clothes. "That was lovely."

Ginny felt her face go red with a mix of embarassment and anger. "I am never coming anywhere with you again! Why is it that all of the sudden people care what I do? Do people have nothing better to read about than a Malfoy and a Weasley going shopping?"

A/N Please review! Let me know what you think!