Disclaimer: I disclaim.

This oneshot was written for SomethingWithMitten's challenge on Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum titled 'Sell me a story' Challenge.

The only explanation I have for this big ball of fluff is that I've watched Casablanca like ten times in the past two weeks. The title comes from the song "As Time Goes By", which was played in the movie.

I hope you like it!

I've Got You Under My Skin

A Fight for Love and Glory

"An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all." Oscar Wilde

They were relaxing on the hotel balcony, simply gazing out at the sun setting over the hazy Moroccan landscape. Casablanca was a bustling city, but it was still beautiful. Draco idly sipped his martini, which he had snagged from one of the waiters downstairs when he wasn't looking.

He wished there were more bars in Casablanca. Alcohol never seemed to be poured in liberal amounts, a fact he greatly disliked.

He chuckled as he remembered the Muggle movie Casablanca, and Rick's Café, the hottest nightspot in town. Ginny had forced him to watch the movie with her the day before they left, to "immerse themselves in culture". He had been looking forward to immensely hating it (a war romance, really, Ginny?), but had to grudgingly admit that, at the least, the actors were kind of good. He reveled in the fact that he was certainly more handsome than Humphrey Bogart, and that Ingrid Bergman did not accompany him. He didn't like her hair. Also, he noted a bit crossly, he wasn't as selfless as Bogart. No way was he letting Ginny prance onto an awaiting plane with Potter. Git.

The girl in question stretched her sun-bathed muscles, which showed the beginnings of a burn appearing on her freckled skin from a day spent in the sun. Draco knew he should have smeared more sunscreen on her shoulders.

He peered at his own pale skin stretching over his chest, showing from underneath his half-buttoned shirt and hoped he wouldn't burn either. It made his nose peel unattractively.

"Hmmmmmm," Ginny groaned. "I finished my drink."

"Do you want me to get you another one?" Draco asked, snickering at his girlfriend's laziness.

She turned to him from her sprawling position on the chaise. Her eyes blinked imploringly. "That would be wonderful, love." She grinned cheekily, offering her empty glass.

With a mocking sigh, he made a show of tumbling off the bench. She laughed as he crept along the balcony wall at a snail's pace.

"Hurry up, before I shrivel up and die!" she called as he disappeared into the suite.

Draco climbed up the stairs from the lobby, careful to not spill a drop of the two glasses.

When he returned to the veranda, he stopped at the sight. Ginny hadn't moved an inch, her towel crumpled carelessly under her legs, and her tousled hair spread out in a haphazard fan from the occasional breeze.

He didn't know why, but the red hair always got him.

The idea sparked right then and there. He hadn't been planning on it. Sometimes the best ones seemed to cannonball shockingly into the gentle stream of thoughts, disrupting the peace.

He knew that it was obviously dangerous. They would have to plot their escape meticulously and remember all the details. But without a bit of risk, nothing was fun at all, right?

So he placed the drinks on a nearby ledge and reached into his pocket. The ring was still there, small and cool. He had been half-heartedly intending to sell it. It was a family heirloom, and would fetch a decent price. Now he was glad that he hadn't pawned it, otherwise he would be doing this with some kind of touristy piece of tacky jewelry, and that was definitely not the Malfoy way to go about things.

Ginny had heard him enter. She twisted her neck a bit, curious. "What's taking you so long, love? Come on, sit back down. The view's lovely."

Damn it, why was he so bloody nervous? Oh, that's right. He was springing an impromptu proposal on his girlfriend. They hadn't even talked about marriage!

He gritted his teeth, steeled his courage, and stepped around the chaise. His girlfriend took in the sight of her unnaturally solemn boyfriend. Her eyebrows crinkled, questioning.

"Ginny," he quickly breathed. What was he supposed to do now? Bend down? Kneel? Cartwheel?

Hastily dropping to one knee, he pulled the ring out of his pocket. Ginny reacted with such violent force he was sure she was going to topple off the chair. "What is that?" she exclaimed.

It wasn't supposed to go quite like this. She was just surprised, he reminded himself.

"Will you marry me?" The phrase was a bit jumbled but still intelligible.

He watched with anxious eyes as a variety of emotions flashed across his girlfriend's face. What was she thinking? This was obviously a good offer, he assured himself.

"Draco," she finally gasped out. "What? Are you… proposing to me?"

Well, yes, he thought bitterly. That would generally be the conclusion one jumped to when faced with a bended knee and presented with a ring.

He felt like a fool, balancing on the floor. Was she going to answer? He hated this. What had he been thinking?

Ginny flung her towel to the floor, rising from her seat. Her fists were clenched and her eyes heated.

"How dare you?" she hissed venomously. "You know that I'm married to Harry!"

Draco felt the fury rising in him. How could she talk of Potter at a time like this?

He leapt up as well. "And what? What does that have to do with anything, Ginny? Who's the person you're currently vacationing with in Morocco? Who's the person you're constantly referring to as 'love'? If you're so smitten with Potter, why would you be content with me at your side? Am I not good enough for you?"

"Oh, don't bring my feelings for Harry into this!" she shrieked, stamping her foot.

"Why not?" Draco cried, incredulously. "He's the reason we're having this fight! If you weren't married to him, we'd be able to be wed!"

"Have you ever thought, Draco," she growled. "That maybe the reason we're not married is because I didn't want to marry you?"

The fire, which had so recently been burning furiously in his breast, was extinguished with a flood of icy cold water. What had she just said?

"Do you know what it would look like?" she whispered harshly. "To have a Weasley marry a Malfoy? We would be instantly shunned from everything. My family would disown me. I would be left alone, friendless."

"Do you think I don't understand that? That people would talk? I know that. I would be giving up my life as well, Ginny. My parents certainly wouldn't understand. They'd turn me away. Don't you get it? I have nothing left in this world but you," he said softly, desperately.

Her eyes softened the smallest amount.

"My friends," she muttered, turning away. "They would hate me."

Draco gave a humorless laugh. "They know. Luna, Hermione, Neville. Dennis even. Fleur and Bill know as well. Charlie and Percy, too, I think."

Ginny wrenched her torso around.

"What?" she asked, horrified.

"They found out. Don't ask me how. Of course, they're sad you're cheating on Harry. But I think most of them are resigned to the fact that you're having an affair with a Malfoy," Draco sighed.

"Oh Merlin," Ginny breathed, the fear blatant on her face. "What if… what if Harry and Ron… oh, my parents! What if they found out?" she choked. Tears pricked her eyes and she slowly sank to the floor, terrified.

Strong, familiar arms enveloped her.

"Ginny," Draco murmured into her hair. "If they're fine with it, I'm sure Potter and your family will come to understand."

"No," Ginny sniveled into his shoulder. "No, they'd kill me!" She sniffed loudly into his shirtsleeve.

"Ginny, I'm sure they wouldn't kill you. Maybe maim you. Ron's got a terrific temper. And with his wand skills, who knows what might happen to you? You could end up with a nose three times too large."

Ginny had to chuckle a bit at that. Ron with a wand was quite terrifying. Sometimes his aim wasn't quite accurate.

"Oh, but Harry!" She cried even harder into his shirt. "I can't just… just divorce him!"

"Love," Draco tipped her chin up. "You're a bloody Gryffindor. Gather some courage." He paused, debating whether or not to reveal any more information. He carefully said, "And, I have information from a trustworthy source that Potter… well, he's not exactly infatuated with you either, if you know what I mean."

Ginny lifted her cheek from his shoulder. "What?" she snuffled.

Draco licked his lips. "Ah, we haven't been the only couple who've been gallivanting around the globe, understand?"

Ginny's mouth opened in a pink 'O'.

"Are you sure?" she asked. Draco nodded. A tiny smile spread across her face, blotched from crying.

"Well," she pronounced, a new energy in her voice. "That clears things up, doesn't it?"

"Clears what up?" Draco asked, a little confused.

"I can just accuse Harry of cheating on me, and then he'll have to divorce me!" she exclaimed, satisfied.

Draco could see several loopholes in that plan, but he figured now wasn't the time to clarify.

"So," he cleared his throat, the excitement building. "Does that mean you're going to marry me?"

Ginny took a deep breath. "Well, once the divorce papers are all finished, I suppose we could start planning a small, private wedding," she mused. "After all, we don't want to hurry into anything."

Draco let out an uncharacteristic squeal, seized her, and twirled around several times.

"Aha!" he yelled, depositing her on the chaise. "I knew you'd say yes!" Grabbing the ring from the ledge, he once more knelt down in front of Ginny.

"Love," he announced dramatically. "Will you agree to be my most beautiful wife, forever and ever?"

Laughing, Ginny agreed. Beaming, he slid the band onto her ring finger and promptly kissed her, long and hard.

When they parted, Ginny grabbed his hand and led him to the railing of the balcony.

They stared out at the scene. The sun had set long ago, and the stars were faintly twinkling behind the cloudy fog of the city. Ginny's hair whipped around her face, and she shivered. "Here," Draco unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and draped the snot stained material over her bare shoulders. Sighing pleasantly, Ginny rested her head against his smooth chest.

"I don't think I've had enough to drink," Ginny declared suddenly, winding her hand in his.

"I guess I'll just have to go get some more," Draco said, preparing to depart. He had only gone a few steps when her hand snatched his once more, pulling him close for a small kiss.

"I wish I didn't love you so much," Ginny grumbled when he stepped back. But her smile was large and joyous.

"Too bad for you, you're stuck with me," Draco smirked, ruffling her hair fondly.

"Draco," Ginny giggled. "I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful life."

A/N: So there. Please review, if you liked it. And if not, even better. :)