Thanks for all the feedback guys! :) Oh and the first part of my little A/N down there is important, but the rest you can just skip over if you want. Only those few people who truly understand that dentists are evil will appreciate it hehe.

By the next day, hundreds of rumors were flying around the school about Ginny and Malfoy. Some believed that they had secretly snuck out to the Quidditch pitch to have a snogging session. Others absolutely swore that Malfoy had kidnapped poor Ginny and only the heroic actions of Harry and Ron saved her from his evil clutches. Most of the ones who said that had heard it from Ronald Weasley, of course. After all, if it was heard straight from the brother, then it must be true.

On the other hand, there were more vile rumors spreading about them, but Ginny preferred to not even think about them. A slight quiver coursed through her slender body as she involuntarily recalled what she had overheard from three older Ravenclaw girls earlier that day.

Malfoy glanced up at her and smirked at her expression. They were having to polish all the school's trophies for their first night of detention. It was already eight o'clock, and only half of the trophies had been successfully polished so that they gleamed in the moonlight shinning down through the narrow window slit.

"Thinking of those delightful rumors again, are we?" he asked her innocently. He knew exactly what was being said, and thought it quit hilarious to be honest. A thoughtful expression came over his striking features as he realized something very interesting.

Only a year or two ago and he would be pitching a fit, infuriated that his 'inferiors' actually dreamed of him and the Weaselette doing anything more than trading insults from opposite sides of the corridors together. In fact, most of those students who were fervently spreading the rumors would have been cursed into oblivion by now.

Now, he couldn't care less what people thought of him. His reputation was already ruined beyond repair. On the other hand, Ginny was receiving all the attention with less than welcoming arms. But, she was the one who went flying in the first place. It's not my fault that people assume the worst when two former enemies spend time together, he reasoned to himself with another dark snicker. After all, old habits die hard. Especially the less than good ones.

Ginny glowered back at him as she scrubbed furiously at a golden Quidditch cup that was almost as tall as she was. She knew he was enjoying this, she just didn't know why. It was like, all of a sudden, he was a completely different person. His emotions went from being all warm and gooey towards her to cold and distant to buddy buddy. Who knew he was such a complex person? Hmph. Certainly not her.

They worked in silence for a while longer until Ginny couldn't' stand it anymore. "Agh! Say something already, Malfoy. It's creeping me out, you sitting there all quiet like. You're not even complaining about having to do work! It's not natural!" she ranted, throwing her hands up in the air.

Malfoy raised a slender eyebrow in amusement at her antics. "Let me get this straight. You're mad because I'm not complaining? You actually want me to start yelling and pitching a fit because I have to do work?" he asked with a superior smirk that hinted at her mental instability. Ginny growled at him and threw a nearby dirty rag at his oh so perfect hair.

He ducked just in time, and was about to make a sarcastic remark about her poor aim when he noticed the horrified look on Ginny's face. Slowly turning around, he saw just where the rag had landed. Right on Headmistress McGonagall's face.

She had apparently sneaked in to check on them to make sure they hadn't killed each other yet. After all, it was Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy. . . .

Locked in the same room. . . .

For three hours straight. . . .

With no supervision. . . .

Oh the horror!

"Ah, Professor McGonagall. Just in time to release me from my prison sentence. It is already 8:30, I believe. Can we go now?" he asked smoothly, completely ignoring Ginny's warning hiss and the Headmistress's poisonous expression.

To his utter surprise (and disappointment) McGonagall simply plucked the dirty rag off her wizened face and flung it to the side without saying a word. After a few seconds of strained silence, she finally nodded stiffly in answer to Malfoy's question. The pale haired teenager shot a smug smirk at Ginny before standing up and sauntering out the door.

"You shall come back tomorrow evening at 5:00 once again to finish the rest of the trophies," McGonagall called to his retreating back. He absently waved a slender hand in the air to show he had heard without bothering to turn around.

Ginny smiled at the weary old witch and assured her that she would make sure he came. "Thank you Ms. Weasley. You can go now too," she added, returning the smile, albeit a strained one. Ginny quickly made her way out of the room and towards the Gryffindor tower.

When she stepped through the portrait, all talking ceased and everybody stared at her. She knew what was going through their minds. Those blasted rumors!

Ugh, don't they have anything better to do than talk about other people? Ginny thought to herself with a dark glare around the room at her house members. Apparently, they got the message because they hastily resumed what they had been doing before she walked in.

Ginny let out a relieved sigh and stomped up the stairs to the girl's dorms. A quick peek in revealed that she was the only one there. A small smile lit up her beautiful face. She changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants. It was getting too close to winter time for her to wear her usual boxer shorts.

Soon it would be time for the Christmas holidays. It was too bad that Ginny would be staying at Hogwarts this year. Her parents had finally decided to take a vacation all to themselves, with none of the children along whatsoever. At first, Ginny's brothers, mainly Ron, had been indignant that their parents were leaving them to 'fend them for themselves', but after a very persuasive talk from Ginny, they had reluctantly agreed.

Soon, the red head drifted off to pleasant dreams, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her pale lips. Even with everything that was going on in her life, Ginny was happy. And it was all thanks to a certain platinum blond.

Tomorrow, she would wake up grumbling and complaining about him, but deep down, she was felt just the tiniest hint of affection for the slimy Slytherin git. It was just very deep down. And the so-called tiniest hint was so miniscule that even she was dubious that it existed.

The fact that they had kissed, flown together, kissed, laughed together, kissed, and smiled at each other did not matter. Oh, and did I mention kissed?

Ah well. It was all for the best anyway. After all, who ever heard of a lioness and a snake falling in love? Hmph. Might as well ask for Lord Voldemort to come back from the dead again to adopt Harry as his son and they live happily ever after together!

To this day, her house mates are still wondering what made Ginevra Weasley wake up screaming in the middle of the night about Voldemort and adoption. . . .

I might not be able to get chapter 13 up tomorrow, but it will definatly be up by Monday. Just a little heads up for you.

Okay, so who hates dentists? I do and so should you! Dentists are evil and are trying to take over the world. I mean really, what kind of person would enjoy looking into other people's mouths and extracting stuff all day? For that matter, what kind of person enjoys draining the fluids out of a person's body and fixing them up nice and pretty just to stuff them in a box and put them ten feet under. . . . bleh.

Annnnnnyyyways, just keep that in mind the next time a person in blue scrubs and a face mask comes near you with a drill and a large grin! Oh yeah, suuure it won't hurt. . . .

Well, there's my little nugget of wisdom for the day! )