A/N: So, as an executive decision, I've decided instead of bothering with actual chapter markings, it'll be a lot easier if I do "chapters" based on the lines I wrote in whilst I was writing. Because I wrote this without chapter markings, unlike other stories (like OotW), I simply have many squiggly section markers. This means that the "chapters" will have a large variety in their lengths, but I'll be able to crank this thing out faster. Anyway, here's the next section.


When Ginny woke, she was in Draco's private dorm, on a couch, with Draco's fur cloak over her - no longer cold.

"WHAT THE HELL-?!"

Ginny smirked at the scream from Draco's bed. "I hope you don't mind, I invited myself up when the fire went out. Now was it just me, or were you dreaming of... carrot sticks?" Ginny smiled, viciously.

Draco licked his lips, almost like a reflex, but answered fiercely, "No. Of course not." His nose twitched.

"That thing really traumatized you, huh?" Ginny asked, amusedly. "You still think part like a ferret. That man was good for something, even if he tried to kill Harry."

"I do not," Draco adamantly refused, though Ginny could see the slight pinkish tinge starting up in his cheeks.

"Yes you do...." Ginny grinned maliciously.

"NO I-" He stopped, and took a deep breath, calming himself. "How did you get in?"

Ginny smirked as he changed the topic, seeing he was still rather ruffled. "Well... I walked up the stairs. And then - Oh my goodness! - I opened the door. And then... I SAT on the COUCH! Can you believe it?" she asked, sarcastically.

Draco scowled.

"You're in an awfully bad mood this morning. Anyway, thanks," Ginny stood, folding up the blankets and Draco's cloak that she had slep under.

"Will you stop that? You're being such a Gryffindor."

"Oh, I wonder why," she smirked, straightening her dress (the same one she had worn to Hogsmeade).

"Keep in mind- it's already 11:00 on Christmas morning," Draco smirked, getting up (he was wearing basic flannel pants and... no shirt *drools*).

"Shit! Wait- where are your presents?" she sneered.

Draco scowled again. "Downstairs." he said.

"Whatever." Ginny shrugged, looking frantically for her wand which she seemed to have misplaced... or not. "Malfoy-"

"I thought we agreed to stop this," he turned around, smirking, holding her wand in his hand, cockily.

"Draco. Give me my wand," she demanded, holding out her own hand.

"What's the magic word?" He asked, grinning evilly.

"Oh, that's right. Accio wand," she smirked, grabbing her wand out of the air as it flew to her.

"What? How the hell did you do that?" He asked, looking honestly stunned.

"I've been improving my wandless magic skills since the end of my fourth year." she smiled. "I bet you didn't know that." (A/N: Keep in mind: old story = more Mary Sue-ish)

"I bet you can't do it two times in a row," he smirked, "Accio Ginny's wand." He held it tightly.

"Draco!" She fumed, marching up to him.

He held it out of her reach, being a good foot taller than her.

"I hate you," she seethed.

"No, no, no. We have a deal: you do whatever I say today and you get your wand back."

"I do whatever you say?" She asked, sounding incredulous.

"Yep. Every little thing." He smirked.

"Very well; as it was said, so it shall be." She held out her hand again and her wand tugged itself out of his grip and came back to her.

"What the fuck?"

"Language?" Ginny raised a warning eyebrow. "You said: 'do everything I say today', and the you said: 'get your wand back'. So I did." she smirked.

Draco looked down at her and realized how close they were to each other. Really close. Closer than he would have liked to be with a Weasley... really, really close. Closer than close... and he was shirtless (*whimpers in envy*)

"Learn some word spells, Draco." Ginny broke the awkward silence, turning on her heel and leaving without another word or a backward glance, just a satisfied smirk.