Wow, talk about being on some kind of roll this week. I believe its technical term is procrastination however I hope that the new chapter justifies my laziness in other life domains. Please enjoy and review if you would like more chapters! If anyone spots any mistakes please let me know, I hate bad grammar and spelling when reading fanfic and I know mine isn't the best.

Ginny felt unexpected soft lips upon hers and immediately responded by kissing back. She parted her lips and ran her tounge along her bottom lip lubricating it and making the kiss even softer. How was he kissing her? It just wasn't possible, was it? She extended her hand slowly to behind his neck and pulled him down onto the bed as she made room for him between her legs. She fluttered kisses from the side of his mouth to his ear and down his neck; she just couldn't believe this was happening.

"Ginny?"

The voice that called her name seemed foreign. Familiar but yet she hadn't heard it in a while.

Ginny's eyes burst open as she came to the realisation.

"HARRY! What, what are you doing here?"

Harry was still lying on top of her and of this she became acuity aware. Harry cocked a half smile at her while pushing up his glasses.

"Why to see my girlfriend, of course!" Harry beamed at Ginny. Ginny felt sick.

"Harry, I'm not your girlfriend. We've already been through this. You can't go putting labels on people without their consent you know." Ginny shifted under his weight trying to indicate she was uncomfortable; apparently this was not the appropriate move to make a guy get off as Harry only pushed harder back with his body pinning her deeper into the bed.

"Uugghh, Harry get off me!" Grabbing a firm hold of his right shoulder Ginny pushed him whilst shifting her right leg around and push kicking him, she flipped Harry onto his back and his eyes widened with surprise. Bruising Harry's ego a little in the process, Ginny stood up and walked to the enormous regal armchair in the corner of her room by the window. She sat on one of the arms with one leg folded under her and the other swinging about off the side.

She needed to word things correctly. She had the worst habit of saying things as she thought them and although her family found it endearing, she doubted Harry would.

"Harry, I really appreciate all the effort you've put in coming. I really do. But we went through this over the summer. I can't be with you. I've always loved you and I made that clear for years, I know that. But somehow while placing you on this pedestal I became accustomed to us being just friends. Kissing you just feels wrong, it feels forced." She looked up into Harry's eyes and realised that she had put her foot in her mouth. What she had said had hurt him more than she wished. Why did she have to put it so bluntly? Well she had tried being more sensitive during the summer and it clearly hadn't been effective.

"But you kissed back! You would have kept on if I didn't stop you. I know you would have!" He just looked so desperate. Ginny's heart went out to him. She couldn't bear hurting him but she just couldn't pretend either. It was too awkward.

"Harry, I was half asleep I had no idea what was going on. You mouth raped me!" His little tantrum pissed her off. Why was he being so persistent and annoying? She clearly had no idea it was him. Who did she think it was anyway? She tried to think back.

Blonde hair, piercing grey eyes.

"Being rejected again Potter? You can't be too shocked that even Ginny has taste." Smirk, smirk, smirky smirk. Being dead didn't suck too much after all if he could still bask in Potter's pathetic-ness. He had no idea that Ginny was going to react this way when he saw Potter sneaking into her room to kiss her. Interesting, very interesting. He wanted to see how things progressed before he chose to intervene.

"Malfoy? What on earth are you doing here? Why are you a ghost?"

"Even when faced with death I could only think of others. For womankind to be deprived of my charming, good looks seemed too large of a loss for me not to consider. Ginny here seemed most in need and so I came to her aid. You can't help fate Potter."

"What is he on about Ginny?" Harry kept looking between them with a wild lost look in his eyes. Ginny felt even sorrier for him this time.

"Harry, just ignore Malfoy okay? He got himself killed and now he's stuck here. He enjoys being a nuisance and doesn't seem to understand respecting people's boundaries." She shot Draco an icy glare.

"But being a ghost is boring! You can't expect me to sit around trying to ignore you while Potter shoves his body parts where they aren't wanted."

Both Harry and Ginny ignored Draco.

Ginny was sure Malfoy's gloating had hit a soft spot and this had really driven the point home. Thank Merlin, Ginny thought. More like 'thank Draco' but she certainly didn't want him knowing that.

"I'm sorry Harry, I really am." Ginny pleaded with her eyes. Somewhere in her mind she likened herself to a cat trying to persuade its owner to give it food.

Harry being Harry, as well as being completely uncomfortable with Draco Malfoy staring him down and knowing a personal detail of his love life, took things remarkably well. That's why you could never be certain if things actually sunk into his noggin properly. He was always used to having terrible things happen to him and rarely complained of anything at all. Ginny hoped she wouldn't have to go through this fiasco ever again. On that note, how on earth had Harry gotten into her quarters in the first place? Absolutely no one knew her password except for… Malfoy. Oh how she was going to re-kill him after. This was completely his fault! And she would make sure that he would not escape his grizzly fate.

Ginny cracked her knuckles. Oh how she was going to make that selfish see-through bastard pay.