Old A/N: yes, I understand this is seeming a little OOC for our dear Ginny-kins, but it's pretty much my newest-- I haven't done a fanfic in a WHILE. So DEAL WITH IT. Sorry. But it's true.

The story is taking place with Ginny in Sixth Year, but COMPLETELY IGNORE THE SIXTH BOOK! And I know that I'm totally freaking Mary-Sue-ing, what with the apparating in school grounds (I KNOW! It's NOT POSSIBLE! But they do it anyway! Pooh-pooh to you!) and later on and everything. Solution being: use your imaginations.

Also, be warned that I'm sadly falling into my songfic-ness again-- but don't worry yet! It's not till the SIXTH CHAPTER! You have been warned. PLease keep reading, and maybe if people complain about it, I might rewrite chapter six (yes, I have written that far, I just suck at having time to do the important fanfic stuff such as typing. XP

Now on with the show:

New A/N: Wow, I was rather impatient... hahah.


"Miss Ginny Weasley - I presume?" a slick, dark-haired teen sidled up to the table where Ginny sat with the Dream Team (Harry, Ron, and Hermione).

"What are you doing here, Zabini?" Ron growled, rising from his seat to stand just over an inch above the other boy's head.

"Relax, Ron, it's just a note." Ginny took the sealed envelope from Blaise Zabini, calming her brother.

"It's cursed!" Ron pointed an accusatory finger at Blaise, as Blaise stared back, looking both confused and amused.

"actually it's not. If it was, believe me, she'd be dead by now and it definitely would have been sent anonymously. But I do have a message for you, Ginny." When Ron glared at him he added, "A private message."

Ginny stood to follow Blaise, but not before Ron could warn them. "Stay in our sight or we will hunt you down and rip out your-"

"Ron!" Hermione glared at him to sit down. "Ginny's just receiving a message, she should know not to hang around with troublemakers. I don't know if I can say the same for you..."

Ginny smiled appreciatively at Hermione, following Blaise out to the snowy outside.

"You know I wouldn't usually stoop to your level, Zabini..." Ginny chided the Slytherin boy.

"But you found me just too damn shmexy to resist?" Blaise suggested, eyes sparkling mischievously.

"But," She corrected him, "I noticed this is Ferret Boy's stationary. I was wondering if he finally came around to admitting I'm way above him." she smirked, ignoring Blaise's black humor.

"Yeah, it's actually a blank not, the point is that Draco wants to meet you at the shrieking shack in... 25 minutes."

It was already 9:35, meaning he wanted to meet her at the Shack at 10:00 sharp.

"Kind of late, don't you think?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

Blaise shrugged. "Never question Draco- he is MUCH smarter than he looks." he gave her a wink.

Ginny laughed. "Thanks, Blaise. I guess I should get going now, if I want to meet him up on his offer."

"Hey, you called me Blaise!" he grinned, wickedly.

"...So?"

"You have the hots for me, don't you?" he smirked.

"Uh... ew... no." Ginny smiled back anyway. "But good luck once you're 30."

Ginny shivered, heading down the hill to the Shrieking Shack. She was about 7 minutes early, so she stood, hugging herself in the cold, waiting for Malfoy.

"Early, Weasley?" his snide voice pierced down at her from above.

"Please, Malfoy, like I would waste to get ready for this. Um... what exactly is this, anyway?" she asked, bemusedly, rubbing her hands together.

Malfoy made no offer of his fur-lined cloak, only sidled closer to her. "2 minutes until 10:00, Weaslette." he whispered, "You know what happens then?"

"Werewolves, vampire, and some seriously PMS ghosties, right?" she rolled her eyes. "I so know you couldn't scare me."

"But - you're shivering!" he cried, indignantly.

"From the cold, you half-ass prat." she snorted.

"GINNY!" A voice called from over the hill. "My god, I bet she's run off with Zabini, she can be so irresponsible." Ron's voice approached.

Ginny's eyes narrowed as she crept behind a tree and out of Ron's sight, ignoring Malfoy, who was still looking confused.

"She's only a child Ron," came Hermione's voice, "She still doesn't know what's good for her. He probably told her they were going to Zonko's or something."

Ginny fumed silently. So much for sticking up for her.

"Boo." Malfoy whispered in her ear, sneaking back behind the tree as well. Ginny didn't so much as blink.

"GINNY! I swear, I'm so telling Mum... if she's out this late... and with a boy!"

"Mal- Draco," Ginny smiled sweetly, though Draco had a feeling there was a very different altenative motive, "How would you like to shock my dear brother into a coma?" she whispered, turning her back to rest against the tree. She was facing Draco face to face, they were just inches apart.

"Please." he breathes, smirking back at her.

"Good."

"GIN- Oh my lord!" Ron screeched, watching as Ginny pulled Malfoy out from behind the tree and promptly began kissing- no snogging him, right in broad moonlight.

"GINNY?" Harry yelled, barreling toward Malfoy.

"Woah, woah, this was all her idea, scar head." Malfoy raised his hands innocently, although his satisfied smirk at Harry's reddening face spoke otherwise.

"Liar!" Ron yelled, attempting to swing at Malfoy's head, but Malfoy ducked easily.

"Quite the vixen, isn't she? Not a bad kisser either." he smirked, enjoying baiting the older Weasley, who's face was rapidly turning from strawberry to plum.

"You disgusting pervert!" Hermione closed in as well, causing Malfoy to flinch as he remembered the nasty incident in his third year when she had gotten in one vicious slap from the mudblood.

"No!" Ginny squealed, stepping in front of Malfoy. She had miraculously summoned tears for her cause. "Don't hurt him," she sniffled, "We're... we've... well... I think I really like him. And that maybe..." she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I might love him." she peeped, looking innocently up at her friends through her lashes.

Even though he knew she obviously was lying, Draco's stomach flipped uncomfortably.

"You are dead to me." Ron stated, finally, glaring at Malfoy.

Hermione snorted- "Not dead, but most definitely short of quite a few marbles. I just hope you know what you're getting into." she shook her head sadly.

"You-" Harry lunged at Malfoy's head, about a foot above Ginny's own, and before she could stop him there was an audible crunching sound.

"Ow..." Malfoy stated as he winced slightly, holding his nose.

"Serves you right." Ron glared, obviously wishing he could've been the one to strike the blow. "Come on Ginny, let's go." he held out a hand for Ginny's.

Ginny stared at it, but didn't take it. "You selfish, arrogant, violent, stupid dolt!" she shrieked, closing in on him. "If mum was here she would lock you away for being so damn rude and conceited and..." Ginny seemed at a loss for words. "How could you? You disgusting-" she aimed and punched him, squelching her fist into his eye. "Leave." she ordered. "I'm not going to follow you."

They all left, casting concerned/dirty looks over their shoulders at Ginny. As they left, Ginny could hear Hermione mutter, "I'm sure she'll come to her senses soon enough... I just hope she doesn't get hurt..." "I just hope she doesn't hurt me (damn that stings)." Ron whined.

"Are you all right?" Ginny stood over Draco, who had sat against the tree, still holding his nose, as she wiped away the fake tears and thanked Fred and George for letting her preview their products. They were always her favorite brothers.

"Ah geah..." he sputtered (I guess), wiping one of his bloody hands in the snow.

"Move your other hand." Ginny ordered, sighing melodramatically as she took out her wand.

"Hell no!" Draco scrambled up, eying her wand like she was crazy.

"Shut up- I'm taking a medical potions class. Healing spells kind of go along with that. Now sit down, Draco, and get a hold of yourself."

He did so reluctantly, removing his hand. Ginny waved her wand, casting a few healing spells to put the cartilage back into place and clean up the blood.

"Sorry about that." she said sincerely, "I know Harry can be violent to you..." she pressed some snow into his hand, "Put that on your nose."

"Violent is an understatement." Draco forced a laugh, and winced. "Ow."

"You're such a sissy." Ginny giggled, moving to sit next to him.

Draco eyed her like she was completely mental before deciding to let it go. "Shut up Weasley." he growled, bumping her teasingly.

"Ginny." she said.

"What?"

"Are you dense? It's Ginny. I've called you Draco, you can call me by my first name as well... obviously..."

"Ginny." he tried it, squinting uncomfortably. "...ok."

Ginny hesitated before gently leaning her head against his shoulder.

"Um.. what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Draco stiffened.

"Well, we've just been caught snogging and it seemed to me that you enjoyed it- so act the part, for god's sake." she pinched his elbow.

"Ow."

"Ok, it's an abusive relationship. Deal with it, Ferret." she joked.

"You will have to stop calling me that."

"Ok."

"And get a bit more..."

"Street cred?" Ginny joked.

"What? No. Just more... spunk."

"Are you implying that I am not spunky?" Ginny looked absolutely appalled.

Draco snorted, "Give me one-"

"2 Years ago. Bat bogey hex. My forte." she smirked.

"Oh. Right... ahh..." He winced a bit, remembering the very unpleasant time in his fifth year. "Ouch."

"Shit! We should get going..." Ginny sighed, checking her watch. "Geez, it's 10:40." she groaned, straightening, and realizing that she'd been pretty snuggled up to Draco for the past 30 minutes or so.

"See you at school then, Weasley." Draco straightened as well, touching his nose gingerly to see if it was healed.

"Yeah... I guess." she shrugged, smiling. She was actually pretty sad to be going- it meant she'd have to go home without him to block her from the wind- damn it was cold!

"Um..."

"I can't believe you never offered me your cloak." she pointed out, shivering again. He shrugged, but made no offer. Ginny glared at him evilly. He didn't seem to notice.

They walked back to the village through the glistening snow where the carriages... had already left.

"Come here." Draco sighed.

"What?" Ginny's stomach jumped.

"We have to apparate." he said slowly, "So come here. Unless you'd rather walk back..."

Ginny awkwardly ducked into his side, feeling the tug as they apparated into Hogwarts. (SEE A/N ) "Thanks." she said, quietly.

"Oh, right. Um.. we're kind of in the Slytherin dorm..."

"Shit!" Ginny looked around at the unfamiliar green deco.

"If you need to stay..."

"Perv!"

"...We've got loads of blankets." he finished. Ginny thought he might've actually changed, offering to sleep in the common room so she could have his private dorm. "You can sleep on the floor. Unless you want to go back to your dorm." he motioned to the door, hopefully.

"Uh. How about no." Ginny smirked. "I can still scare you, Malfoy." She summoned the blankets, not taking her eyes away from Draco's. It was a challenge.

"Well... goodnight..." Draco turned off the lights, causing Ginny to scowl, but not be scared. He lit the fire, as an afterthought. "Don't blame me if you get beat up in the morning." he threw over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs to his dorm.

Ginny stuck her tongue out at his back, flipping him off. She shivered. The dungeons were always cold, and the Slytherin common room was no different. "G'night, ferret." she whispered. Maybe the night wasn't worth it. But once she realized to lack of snoring, she realized maybe it was.


Old A/N: [review thanks - see last chapter]

heheh. I know I haven't included a disclaimer-

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter etc. etc. also for later- I don't own Cascada or Natasha Beddingfield (if I include her)

New A/N: So, there's chapter two, and I have part of the next bit typed, which should motivate me at least a little to finish typing that chapter and post it. =] Give me your opinion on whether it's worth posting or not! Or just tell me what you think! Doesn't even have to be about the story! Tell me your opinion on ghosts! Or extra large headphones!