A/N: Look who decided to come finally put up another chapter! That's right! ME!

"SHHHHHHHHH!" Madame Pince practically screeched from across the library. Ginny stopped giggling almost instantly and tried to stifle her chuckling for the tenth time today.

Draco just laughed easily unnoticing or uncaring about the way his brain would be melting to goo if Pince's looks could kill. Glancing over and noticing Ginny's shoulders still shaking with barley restrained mirth, he smiled. These past few weeks had been… fun, to say the least. Who knew that a Weasely could be civil, much less have a sense of humor?

He found himself enjoying being around her more then he expected to, he found himself subconsciously admiring her once-hated hair, he found himself willing admitting that her naivety in certain subjects was amusing, and once or twice had to remind himself that this was all pretend. That it all meant nothing.

Looking back at her beaming smile and dancing eyes, he felt an unrecognizable twinge in his chest but decided to ignore it. He needed a shag.

It had been three weeks since they started this charade, and through it all he had played the perfect boyfriend. But now, he keeps finding himself attracted to Ginny--to Weaselette!—he knew there must be something wrong with him. A small rolling of her hips, and subtle flick of her hair, and he found his body reacting to her… that was not normal!

After they settled down again, Ginny working on her Potions essay and Draco scanning through his Transfiguration textbook. When Draco heard a soft humming, he smiled. Ginny always hummed as she worked, she was so lost in her own little world he wasn't sure even she knew she did it. By now, Draco had gotten use to it, even expects it whenever she studies around him.

Ginny tried to work on her Potions essay, but the drop-dead sexy guy sitting across from her was making it increasingly difficult. Sneaking peaks over at him, her brow furrowed in her worry and frustration. The more she spent time with him, the more and more she began to have feelings for him, and it confused her to no end. She felt both shy and confident, he made her feel beautiful, but sloppy compared to him. The truth is, she had no idea what she felt for him. But she felt something, something a girl only using him for revenge shouldn't feel.

Draco let out a lazy yawn, stretching gracefully while leaning back in his chair.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Harry Potter walked into the library, look around once and landing on Ginny, before searching around for his girlfriend Lavender, sitting near the back.

He raised an eyebrow; he hadn't noticed she was in here. He noticed Potty's eyes on their table again, more specifically, on Ginny. Draco was practically growling as Potter approached their table.

"Ginny." Draco said her name short, curt. She looked up, surprised.

"Yes?" Her sweet mouth curved around the word, her green eyes shining in curiosity.

"Come find a book with me." He had no idea why he said that. She blinked.

"Ok." And she got up and walked over to the shelves. He followed behind.

Almost as soon as they were hidden by books, Draco grabbed her arm, pulled her into his arms, and bringing her face inches away from his.

"Draco…" She gasped. "What are doing?" She asked breathlessly. He smirked; he had no idea what he was doing.

"Practicing."

"Now?"

He looked at her strangely, and continued, "If you don't want to…"

She grabbed his arms as he got ready to leave and nodded dumbly. He thought she didn't want to? How oblivious could one guy be? When he kissed her, she melts! - Oh God…

"Now sounds good."

His smirk faded a little, and he moved closer, backing her up against a shelf. He reached out and clasped his hands loosely around her waist, bringing her up against him lightly.

She shivered.

"Cold?" He mumbled, hips lips almost touching hers.

"No."

Hot breath feathered along her skin, and her eyes closed involuntarily while she savored the delicious feelings shivering through her. Firm, hot lips brushed hers – once, and once again before settling. Shocks sparked along her veins and the roaring in her ears intensified. His lips moved gently, and her hand slid up to tangle in his hair, gripping the soft strands tightly. His head canted to a different angle, and his tongue swept along the seam of her lips.

And with that, the kiss changed into something more, much more. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her more firmly against him. One slid up into her hair, gripping to tilt her head to a better angle. Never before… never had she felt like this, never before had their kisses been like this! They were brief, nothing but something to convince others. Never had she thought a kiss like this was possible. Harry didn't even compare! Her mouth opened under his insistent one, and she felt herself being moved backwards until the old shelves were creaking under the pressure. His tongue swept inside her mouth and, of its own accord, hers came forth to tangle with it.

He growled into her mouth, a rough, primal sound, and renewed his assault – lifting her up against him, he rocked his hips into hers, causing a mewling sound to escape her mouth. Her head fell back against the books, and his hot mouth trailed down her neck to linger at her pulse, creating a new set of shock waves to whip through her veins. She tugged at his hair, impatient for his mouth, and he dragged his lips back up the delicate line of her throat before crashing back down on hers with renewed fervor. One leg skimmed up his hip, and he grabbed it, pulling her in - she writhed against him, trying to get closer, trying to grab more of this madness that had overtaken them both.

"Gi-Ginny?" Harry was standing a couple of feet away, his eyes were wide, and he sounded as though he had a frog in his throat. Draco tore his mouth away from Ginny's'. "I- I, umm…" Harry stuttered on before finally stumbling away from the scene as he caught Draco's terrifying look.

Breathing heavily and Ginny heard him as he swore quietly. Her vision still blurry, she felt him untangle himself from her and step away, shakily.

"That was… a mistake." He raked a hand through his hair, agitated.

A mistake? Yes, of course it was. God, how could she have been so stupid? Now he would know exactly how she felt. Now she was in trouble! After all, it's not like he felt the same way – he probably hadn't even enjoyed the kiss! He was just practicing, after all, and she- she had wrapped herself around him. She had to say something – anything to stop him from telling her that he didn't feel the same way. Maybe it was true, but she couldn't handle hearing it, at least not right now.

"Yes… yes, it was. I'm sorry." The words she choked out were strained.

"You're…? No, no, it's my fault. I let it get out of hand." He turned to look at her, his face strained. They looked at each other awkwardly.

"Well, I have to go meet up with Blaise. I'll see you later, ok?"

"Yeah." She croaked. She watched him walk away and out of the library. Taking a deep breath, she regained control over herself and walk back out into plain sight…

…Only to have her arm grabbed by Harry Potter. He pulled her back in-between the shelves and grabbed her roughly and kissed her. Only to receive a slap across the face.

"What in the nine hells are you DOING!?!" He looked affronted.

"Kissing you." She shoved him away from her with a snarl.

"Ginny! Ginny, wait! I'm sorry, isn't that what you want to hear?" He pleaded. "I made a mistake."

"I know." She began walking away, he grabbed her arm, but this time he didn't try to kiss her.

"Look. I know you're only with Malfoy to make me jealous and to get me back. Well, it worked!" He looked like he expected her to jump up and down with excitement. Instead, she just stared at him, not believing her ears.

"…So why don't you just break it off with Malfoy and we can be together again, like old times."

"Old times?" She asked. He nodded, glad she finally understood. "Would that be before or after you cheated on me?"

"Well…" He looked dumbfounded.

"Let me clear something up for you Potter!" She spat his name. "I don't care about you, at all. Date Lavender. Hump all of Hufflepuff for all I care, but don't coming to me and expect me to be able to stand you, because I can't."

"Ginny, you don't mean it. He'll break your heart for fun!"

"Well, you broke my heart for less." Nodding her head towards the table Lavender was sitting at.

"You'll miss me; you'll be begging me to come back in a matter of weeks!"

"Hah! Not likely! You know why, Potter?" She looked directly into his eyes, and smirked. "Because you don't mean anything to me."

She turned and walked away, her smirk firmly in place.

A/N: YES! Finally! For some reason that chapter was SO hard to write! But it's done now, though it's probably not good… Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this and I will try to get up another as soon as possible! Please review! There is nothing that can make me write like a lot of feedback! All questions, concerns, or comments are welcome!

'Til next time!

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