Right Kind of Wrong by nerdypurdy

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 25/12/2003
Last Updated: 19/01/2004
Status: Completed

Ginny Weasley had a secret… Deep...very. Dark...perhaps. Complicated...heck, yeah. In fact, this
particular secret could confuse some of the greatest psychiatric minds of the wizarding or muggle
world…not to mention poor Ginny.




1. Exactly...
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Right Kind of Wrong

Disclaimer: All original characters in this fic belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement
is intended and I'm not making any money off of them. The lyrics are from “Right Kind of Wrong”
sung by LeAnn Rimes. The fic is named after the song since my inspiration was obtained from hearing
it. Anything you don't recognize is mine, so hands off! However…if someone wants to use
something, I might be willing to grant permission…ASSUMING they ask!

A/N: I'm sorry if my characters seem OOC but that's really my decision since this is my
story…so please don't get on my case about that. There will be explanations later! *grins*
Anyway, I hope you like it, and please review with any corrections or suggestions you might wanna
tell me. Blatant praise is accepted too! :-P I'll take flames too…no matter how stupid they
really are in the long run, but hey, whatever, it's your prerogative. Bye!

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny Weasley had a secret…

Deep…very.

Dark…perhaps.

Complicated…heck, yeah.

In fact, this particular secret could confuse some of the greatest psychiatric minds of the
wizarding or muggle world…not to mention poor Ginny. It was a very…contradicting secret…to say the
least. How was it that the mere thought of it could fill her mind with dread at the precise moment
her heart leaped for joy?

Ginny sighed and thought about how this all started…

***Flashback***

*“What?!” shrieked Ginny, “How can I possibly be failing Potions?!”*

*Professor Snape sighed, obviously annoyed, “You tell me, Weasley.”*

*Ginny could stand there, stammering in shock as Professor Snape continued in his cold,
heartless voice with his usual dose of sarcasm.*

*“Perhaps it might have something to do with the fact that you insist on doodling Potter's
name and daydreaming about him, rather than actually paying attention?”*

*Ginny blushed and looked at the floor, but didn't bother denying her crush on
Harry.*

*“I would suggest, Weasley, that you find some way to bring your grade up…or risk retaking
this course next year. Needless to say, I'm sure we* both *wouldn't want that to
happen…now would we?”*

*“N-no, sir,” Ginny whispered, struggling to keep her tears from falling.*

*With his normal curt voice, Snape said, “You're dismissed.”*

*Ginny turned around quickly, clutching her books to her chest tightly as she hurried out of
the room so that Professor Snape wouldn't see her tears and think that she was weak. Granted,
he most likely already thought that, but there was no use giving him a reason to confirm his
thoughts.*

*As she rushed out of the Potions classroom into the hallway, not paying attention to where
she was going, she abruptly crashed into something…or rather someone. Her books fell to the floor
(seeing as how she dropped them from shock). She immediately bent down to pick them up, not
bothering to look and see who she crashed into, muttering “Sorry.” She reached out to grab her
Potions book, but another pair of hands beat her to it.*

*“Yeah…I'm sure you are,” came a sickenly familiar drawl.*

*Ginny's heart stopped and her movements froze as she recognized the sound of that voice.
Slowly - as though she dared not to, but her body was betraying her - she lifted her eyes. Ginny
momentarily stopped breathing as she found herself staring into the cold ice-gray eyes that
belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy. After a second, she forced herself to talk.*

*“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” she asked, slightly surprised at how composed her voice
sounded, as she stood up with her books gathered in her arms…with the exception of her Potions
book…which conveniently enough, Draco was holding.*

*“Needed to talk to Professor Snape,” he said simply.*

*“Oh,” Ginny replied, “well…um…would you mind giving me my textbook back? I don't fancy
seeing Snape's reaction if I lost it.”*

*Draco merely raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and handed her the book as he brushed past
her.*

*Ginny stood for a moment, recollecting herself from the events of the past five minutes.
Then, she slowly started making her way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, when a voice stopped
her.*

*“Weasley, wait!”*

*Normally, Ginny would have kept going upon hearing Draco's voice but, this time something
in his voice willed her to stop and see what he had to say. She turned around to face him as he
made his way toward her. As he neared her, she looked into his eyes and, surprisingly, found that
he seemed to be fighting a battle of sorts carefully hidden behind the usual cold exterior. Ginny
thought for a moment…*

Wow…his eyes really are quite gorgeous…wonder why I never really noticed them before, *she
thought.* *She attempted to look further into the depths of his eyes…but Draco suddenly seemed
to notice what she was doing and quickly looked away. After a few seconds, he looked back into her
eyes…but this time…the coldness was back. As Draco began to talk, Ginny quickly willed herself to
remember this…so that she could look back upon it later and figure out what was going on with
him…*

*“Look…um…I…uh…overheard your conversation with Snape.”*

*Ginny merely raised her eyebrows and said, “And this is of interest to you…why?”*

*“If you want…I'll help you out…tutor you or something…”*

*Ginny suddenly realized the true meaning of shock upon hearing his words. Her jaw hung open
as she stared at Draco with a mixture of confusion and disbelief written all over her face. She
blurted out, “Are you sure?? I mean…uh…why would* you *do that? Why would you want to do
that??”*

*Draco smirked, “Haven't you ever heard the saying, `Don't look a gift hippogriff in
the mouth'?” Ginny blushed a little, but Draco continued. “Look…you don't have to accept my
help if you don't want to…but, the offer is still there, okay?” He turned to leave, but, this
time…Ginny interrupted him.*

*“What's the catch?”*

*“Catch?”*

*“Yeah…catch…I mean… you're a Malfoy; you don't do things if there's nothing in it
for you.”*

*He looked back at her and thought for a second before replying, “There's no catch…but,
assuming you say yes, there are a few…conditions…just to be safe.”*

*“What are the conditions?”*

*“One…absolutely no one finds out about this. Two…in public, we act as we normally would and
basically kill each other. And three,” he paused for a second, with a grin on his face and then
continued, “you can't fall in love with me.”*

*Ginny laughed genuinely at his joke. Draco seemed a little bit surprised that she not only
understood his joke but actually liked it. Ginny smiled and said, “I think I can agree to those
terms.” But then, she held out her hand…*

*Draco appeared to be a taken aback by her gesture of partnership…of friendship. After a
second**,* *he took her hand and said…*

*“Okay, meet me outside your common room at 9?”*

*“Yeah…okay.”*

*Then Draco did yet another thing completely uncharacteristic of himself…he smiled. Not a
smirk…but a real smile…one that lit up his whole face. Then, he turned around and headed back to
his common room…forgetting about talking to Professor Snape.*

*Ginny stood where she was… as she had so many times that day…and again tried to compose
herself. After a little while…she smiled…realizing exactly what had just occurred between her and
Draco - the start of a new beginning.*

*“Oy…” she muttered, shaking her head, as she walked back to Gryffindor with her head full of
confusing, ambivalent and…weird…thoughts.*

***End Flashback***

“Ginny? Hello, are you there?”

Ginny blinked a couple of times and said, “Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sorry, Hermione.”

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, I was just…thinking.”

“Oh,” Hermione raised her eyebrows, apparently not convinced, “and I assume that you just
didn't realize you were staring at Malfoy.”

“I…uh…what?”

Hermione laughed, “You've been staring at Malfoy since I came in, maybe even before
that.”

“No, I haven't. I was…uh…staring…um….”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Can it, Ginny. You just better not let Ron and Harry see you making
googly eyes at him.”

“I was not making googly eyes at him!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Right,” laughed Hermione, “tell it to the judge.” Ginny only stared at her. Hermione glanced at
the door to see Ron and Harry come in, “They're here. You do know that I expect full details
from you later, right?”

“Hey, Hermione,” Harry said as he sat down next to her, “what are you girls up to?”

Hermione smirked and said, “None of your business. It was girl talk.”

“What *do* you girls talk about when we're gone?” Ron asked.

Ginny answered, “Nothing you wanna know about.”

“No, come on! Seriously, I wanna know!” Ron begged, “Please?”

“Okay, fine. If you *really* wanna know…”

This time Harry joined in with Ron and they both shouted, “Yes!”

Ginny turned to Hermione, “What do you think, Herm?”

“Hmm…I'm not sure they deserve to know just now.”

“So, we should make them work for it?”

“Oh, yeah…you thinking what I'm thinking?”

“Yup!”

Ron and Harry listened to the girls with increasing panic. Finally, Harry worked up the courage
to ask, “Uh…what *exactly* are you girls gonna make us do to find out?”

Hermione explained, “Well, boys. The term “Girl Talk” and its connotations are highly classified
and only females are allowed to know what it means.”

Ginny joined in, “So, basically, the day you two become friends with Malfoy…is the day we'll
tell you what we talk about behind your backs.”

Ron looked confused, “But…we'll never become friends with…*Malfoy*.”

Ginny only smiled innocently and said, “Exactly,” as she grabbed her books and left the Great
Hall.

***

*I know all about,
About your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
*

***

When she passed through the entrance into the hallway a thought popped into her head, “Exactly…”
Only this time…it had an entirely different meaning.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



2. Shut Up
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**Chapter 2**

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*But I can't help it if I'm helpless every* *time that I'm where you
are*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Flashback*

*“You're late,” Draco said briskly.*

*“Yeah, well, it's not that easy to sneak out,” Ginny retorted.*

*H**e shrugged.* *“It is for me**.**”*

*“You have a couple of distinct advantages…” she replied, looking at him and catching her eye
on something that was hanging over his arm.*

*“And those would be…?”*

*Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes, “One, everyone in Slytherin House is terrified of you,”
then under her breath she added, “Why, I'll never know.”*

*“Are you trying to say that you're not scared of me?”*

*“I have no reason to be.”*

*“My father's a death eater!”*

*“Maybe so, but that doesn't mean* *you* *are.”*

*Draco was silent for a moment as he pondered her words, and then he asked, “What's the
other advantage?”*

*She scoffed, “You have an invisibility cloak.”*

*“Ahh, yes…it does come in handy from time to time.”*

*She shrugged, “Look, can we just get going for my tutoring? I don't particularly want to
stay up very late,” she paused, “Where are we going anyway?”*

*“That…I can't tell you.”*

*“And why not?”*

*“It's my special place, no one else knows where it is…except*
*Snape**.”*

*“So if you don't show me where it is, how am I supposed to get there?”*

*Draco smirked and pulled out a blindfold.*

*“Oh no,” she let out a disbelieving laugh, “You don't seriously expect me to put that on,
do you?”*

*“Well, if you don't want tutoring then**.**”* *H**e shrugged and
turned away.*

*She let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine!* *I'll do it.”*

*“I knew you'd come around,” he said as he slid behind her and put the blindfold over her
eyes.*

*As darkness came over her eyes, Ginny murmured, “I can't believe I'm trusting a
Malfoy.”*

*“Just because my father lies doesn't mean I do.”*

*“Ha! And just what do you call that stunt you pulled in your second year? Honestly,
pretending to be hurt to postpone a Quidditch match?”*

*He replied softly, “That was a long time ago…things are different now.” He changed the
subject before Ginny could say anything, “Come on, let's go,” as he threw the invisibility
cloak over both of them and took her arm to guide her.*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Present*

“So…spill!” Hermione told Ginny as she plopped down on the bed beside her, eagerly awaiting her
answer.

Ginny looked up from the book she was reading, “Spill what?”

“Oh, don't give me that! What's all this between you and Malfoy?”

“Nothing…he's just…helping me out in Potions is all.”

“You mean he's tutoring you?”

“Yeah.”

“You could have come to me for help,” Hermione said, a little hurt.

“Nah…you have your hands full with just the boys.”

“Yeah, good point. So how long has Malfoy been helping you?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“When? How?”

“At night,” she shrugged, “he waits outside the Gryffindor portrait for me and then takes me to
where we study.”

“So that's where you've been going!”

“You knew?”

“Yeah, but I just figured you had a boyfriend that you didn't want Ron to know about.”

“Ron! You can't tell him about Draco! You can't!”

“Will you relax? I'm…not…going to…” she trailed off as she realized something Ginny
said.

“What?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows creasing in confusion.

Hermione replied in a soft voice, “You just called him…Draco,” saying his name as though it was
foreign to her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*You walk in and my strength walks out the door*

*Say my name and I can't fight it anymore*

*Oh**,* *I know, I should go*

*But I need your touch just too damn much*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“What? I did not!” she exclaimed, denying it.

“You did…you're on a first-name basis with him. You're friends.”

Ginny sighed, “Yeah, I guess we are…so what?”

“So what? Ginny, he's a jerk!”

“No, he's not,” she automatically responded.

“Ginny, he's called me a mudblood since my first year!”

“Has he called you a mudblood this year?” Ginny retorted.

“Well…” she paused, realizing something, “no…”

“Has he been bugging you, Harry, or Ron?”

“No.”

“And he's helping me with Potions! Don't you see? He's changed; he's not a jerk
anymore. He's just a guy who's made some mistakes!”

As Ginny continued defending him, Hermione was quickly putting the puzzle pieces together and a
small smile started forming on her face.

“What?” Ginny asked, noticing the look on Hermione's face.

“You're in love with him.”

“No, I'm not!”

“You are. You just haven't realized it.”

“No, I'm n-” Ginny started, but stopped as she remembered what happened a couple of nights
ago…

*Flashback*

*“Okay,” Draco said in a patient voice, “now…drop in the bat wing…”*

*Ginny did as he said and her potion turned a reddish-orange.*

*Draco smiled and said softly, “Perfect.”*

*Ginny looked shocked, “I did it?!” she asked, turning to face him.*

*He laughed, “You did it!”*

*Ginny squealed and exclaimed, “I did it!” as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged
him.*

*Draco stood there frozen, not sure what to do at first until he finally thawed and slowly
brought his arms up and put them gently around her. As he did this, Ginny realized who she was
hugging and her arms loosened a bit as she felt his arms wrapping around her. They just stood there
for a few minutes holding each other.*

*Draco murmured softly, “So this is what it feels like…”*

*“What what feels like?” Ginny asked as she pulled away gently to look at him. Her gaze traced
the outline of his jaw, continued to his hair which fell softly into his eyes, and stopped on a
single tear that was rolling down his cheek as he whispered,*

*“What it's like to be hugged.”*

*In that one statement, Ginny finally understood just how his life was…cold and unfeeling.*
No wonder he's so miserable*, she thought as she quickly pulled him into another* *hug,
one that lasted quite a while.*

*Present*

“Oh, bugger it!” Ginny exclaimed softly as she realized the depth of her feelings for Draco, “I
am in love with him…” She put her head in her hands.

Hermione smiled softly and she stood up to leave Ginny alone to sort out her feelings. But just
before she reached the door, she turned and asked Ginny one last question, “So what are you going
to do about it?” Not giving Ginny a chance to reply, she left.

“I wish I knew, Hermione…I really wish I knew.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Loving you*

*Yeah, isn't really something I should do*

*Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah*

*I should try to be strong*

*But baby**,* *you're the right kind* *of* *wrong*

*Yeah**,* *baby**, you're the right kind of* *wrong*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Last night*

*“Wow…this room is incredible, Malfoy! How'd you find it?”*

*“**Dumbledore* *showed it to me at the beginning of the year. Seem**ed*
*to think I might want a place to retreat to every now and then**,* *seeing as how my
father's in jail and all.”*

*“Huh…makes sense.”* *Her gaze moved around the whole of the room, glancing at the
trinkets within it.*

*Draco furrowed his eyebrows at Ginny, “It does?”*

*“Yeah,**” she said as she looked at Draco, “**it's just the thing Dumbledore
would do.”*

*“I guess so.”*

*“How do you feel about your father being in jail?”*

*He shrugged, “Doesn't make any difference to me.”*

*She snorted, “Yeah, sure it doesn't. He's only your father, why should it
matter?”*

*Draco said harshly, “I wouldn't call him my father. He's done nothing to deserve that
title except contribute his sperm!” He smiled mirthlessly at that, and then added, “Maybe not even
that.”*

*She raised an eyebrow, “You don't like him much, do you?”*

*“Well, thank you for pointing out that disarmingly obvious point. Let me put it this way;
next to him…Potter's my favorite person.”*

*“Funny, you used to worship your father.”*

*“`Used to' being the operative term there.”*

*“You sure are touchy about this,” she noted.*

*“Yeah, well, it's a sensitive subject.”*

*“He must have done something good for you.”*

*“Ha! Let's see what he didn't do. He never said he loved me or that he was proud of
me. He never tucked me into bed when I was younger or read me bedtime stories. He never treated me
like a kid…much less his son.” He paused before continuing, “He did do some stuff though….he beat
my mother so har**d that sometimes her face was just…black and blue. And every t**ime I
`put one toe out of line,'* *he'd take his cane and hit me on my back with it so that
I would `learn my lesson.'* *He's not my father**.* *He'd give me up in
an instant if there was something in it for him.”*

*Ginny stood there looking at him as unshed tears burned her eyes from the passion in his
voice.* I never realized… *“I'm sorry,” she whispered.*

*“Don't be. It's just life, right?” Ginny remained silent so he spoke again, “Look,
let's just get on with the lesson, okay?” I don't need your
sympathy**.**”*

*“Fine…” she whispered, “But just so you know, I don't feel sorry for you.”*

*“Good.”*

*Draco went over to his bookshelf, picked out a book and turned it to the right page before he
asked, “Okay, so what happens if you put 2 frog legs and 3 tarantula legs into an* escople
*potion?”*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Present*

As the memory of that moment played over and over in Ginny's head like a broken record, she
slowly came to realize the depth, the…profoundness of the words Draco had spoken. He didn't
speak like a man scorned, though he had been, but rather as someone who had known nothing other
than that…nothing other than pain. *Damn it! Why does he have to intrigue me the way he
does?!*

After a few minutes, Ginny still wasn't finding any peace so she decided to do
something…*I need to talk to him.* So she did something she didn't really expect to do…she
wrote a letter.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Draco was sitting on the couch when a sudden flash of orange caught his attention.

“What the-” he stopped upon realizing what it was. “A cat…”

Not just any cat...an ugly cat.

“Good Merlin! Who'd want you?” he asked in disbelief. Suddenly, something clicked in his
mind, remembering what he had seen years ago, “You're Granger's cat! What are you doing
here?” Crookshanks promptly turned away from him, revealing a scroll that had been stuffed into his
collar.

He laughed, “A letter?!” And then, as he retrieved the letter, he asked with a taunting tone in
his voice, “So have you always been Granger's messenger?”

The tabby cat merely glared at him as if to say, “Shut up.”

When Draco finally got the letter out and opened it, Crookshanks left. He read,

*Draco-*

*Meet me in the room. I really need to talk to you…it's urgent!*

*~G.W.*

When he finished reading, a worried expression came over his face and he immediately threw the
letter into the fire, retrieved his cloak and set off for the room.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny was nervously pacing in the room where she and Draco studied. Thoughts and questions were
furiously racing through her mind, refusing to grant her wish of peace.

Silently, the portrait swung open and allowed an invisible being to enter the room. Ginny
twirled around and asked, “Draco?”

He threw off his cloak and ran to Ginny asking, “Ginny, are you okay? What's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong, I just had to see you,” she replied, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, with
the force of a cannon blast, she realized the truth of her words…*She had to see him…* As soon
as she saw Draco, her troubled thoughts slowly ebbed away…except one. Slowly, she worked up the
courage to ask him, “Nothing's wrong with me….but I want to know what's wrong with
you?”

He backed away, “I already told you that it's none of your business.”

“That's just it! It may not be, but I'm not asking for my sake! I'm asking for
yours! You may not see it or feel it, but I do!” She yelled and then softly said, “It's tearing
you apart, Draco.”

“So what does it matter to you? You don't care about me! Just my tutoring services!”

She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall, “I don't know. I
don't know why I care so much. Maybe it's because over these last few months I've spent
a lot of time with you and I've begun to regard you as a friend. You've shown me this whole
side of you that I didn't even know existed! I don't know how to deal with the fact that
the person I've hated for the last five years isn't really a bad person after all!” She
sighed, “It doesn't really matter why I care or when I started caring about you…all that
matters is that I do and that I'm worried about you.”

“I can take of myself.”

“Oh, that is such bull, Draco!”

“It's the truth!”

“I don't believe you!”

“Well, you'd bet-”

At this point, Ginny lost control of both her patience with Draco and her feelings for him, so
she did the one thing she could think of to take care of both problems….she kissed him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*It might be a mistake*

*A mistake I'm making*

*But what you're giving I am happy to be taking*

*'Cause no one's ever made me feel the way I feel when I'm in your arms*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*



3. Say my name...
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Disclaimer: I, in no way, own anything relating to the Harry Potter books…not from lack of want
though. And there is a line inspired from “Finding Nemo”….awww! Oh! And one from “A Walk to
Remember”….there may be others…but I watch so many…I don't remember…

A/N: Okay, this chapter is somewhat short, but considering this was originally supposed to be a
one-shot… I have an inability to keep stories at one chapter. But this chapter is my LAST chapter!
This story is officially over….BUT….it picks up again in my other story “Troubled Times” in
Draco's 7th year (Ginny's 6th). “Troubled Times” is also the sequel
to “Best of Friends”, my H/Hr fic. So…”Best of Friends” and “Right Kind of Wrong” are both prequels
to “Trouble Times” but you don't have to read both of them to understand *everything*.
Hopefully, that wasn't too confusing. Okay, well, I hope you enjoy this final chapter and maybe
even read “Troubled Times”. Maybe even drop me a line…a review, e-mail, Instant Message…whatever
you like. Cheerios!

**Chapter 3**

At this point, Ginny lost control of both her patience with Draco and her feelings for him, so
she did the one thing she could think of to take care of both problems…she kissed him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*They say you're something I should do without*

*They don't know what goes on when the lights go out*

*There's no way to explain*

*All the pleasure is worth all the pain*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he felt her lips upon his. Then, before he knew it,
the feeling was gone again. His mind screamed at him, *Bloody hell! What was that?!* His mouth
dropped slightly as he was still reeling from the shock of the kiss. He stared at her for a few
seconds. *Merlin,* he thought as she bit her lip from nervousness. He thought, *why*
*the heck* *am I reacting this way? It's not exactly my first kiss!* But then,
another side of himself argued with him, *who* *cares? Just kiss her again!!* Of course,
seeing as how he wasn't too used to refusing his own desires - or particularly keen to do so at
the moment - he kissed her again.

He took a step forward, closed the distance between them and met her lips with his. His left
hand found his way to her cheek and he caressed it softly as his tongue pleaded for entrance into
her mouth. He placed his right hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer to him. She
granted him access into her mouth and her eyes closed to allow her to focus only on the feelings
Draco's kiss was giving her. After a moment, Draco reluctantly pulled away.

Ginny's eyes opened slowly as she murmured softly, “Wow….”

Draco chuckled softly as he let his hand continue caressing her face softly. He whispered
softly, “How did you do it?”

A slight reddish tint appeared on Ginny's cheeks, "Do what?"

“Everything….”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Loving you*

*Yeah, isn't really something I should do (yeah...)*

*Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you*

*I should try to be strong*

*But baby you're the right kinda wrong*

*Yeah**,* *baby you're the right kinda wrong*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Unshed tears began to burn Ginny's eyes. She whispered, “I didn't do anything…except for
one thing….”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and his eyes questioned Ginny.

“I'm sorry…but I fell in love with you, Draco.” A single tear rolled down her cheek.

He sighed. “I told you not to fall in love with me,” he quickly murmured as his mouth captured
hers once again.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hermione was reading *Hogwarts: A History*, minding her own business when a certain
red-haired fifteen year old entered the room muttering, “I shouldn't have done that…I really
shouldn't have done that,” under her breath. She repeated her mantra endlessly, almost
methodically, while pacing about the room as Hermione put her book down on her nightstand, sat up
and looked on.

After a few minutes of repetitive actions, Hermione finally grew impatient and said, “Ginny,
quit it! It's freaking me out. What shouldn't you have done?”

Ginny abruptly stopped her movement and brought her eyes to Hermione's, biting her lower lip
in the process.

“Ginny….” Hermione stated as she slowly rose from the bed and moved towards her. “What did you
do?”

Ginny's face showed a torrent of emotions as though she was dying to tell someone what
happened, yet hesitant, fearing the reactions would be unpleasant. Chastising herself, she thought,
*Calm down, you can trust Hermione! She already knows most of it.*

Hermione repeated her question. “What…did you do?”

The words escaped from Ginny's mouth so quietly, they almost hadn't been there. “I
kissed him.”

Hermione let out a laugh and exclaimed, “Oh wow! Wasn't expecting that!”

“Neither was I,” Ginny replied. She moved over to the bed and plopped down on it rather
unfashionably. “For Merlin's sake, Hermione… what am I gonna do now?

Completely ignoring Ginny's question, she asked incredulously, “How'd that happen?”

“I have…no idea. One minute we were arguing, the next…I remember losing my temper and then I
just…kissed him.”

Hermione laughed again, “What'd he do?”

Ginny blushed and smiled despite herself. “Well, at first, nothing…” A faraway look appeared in
the young woman's eyes. “But then…he kissed me back.”

“Is he good?”

Ginny snapped out of her trance. “Excuse me?”

Exasperated, Hermione sighed and repeated herself, “Is he a good kisser?”

“He was…unbelievable.” She blinked and shook her head slightly as though she was still trying to
convince herself that it had really happened and her voice dropped down to a semi-breathless
whisper. “I mean…I can't describe it. I just know that I never wanted it to end. Michael was a
pretty good kisser, but…there's no comparison. None.”

Hermione smirked. “That good, huh?”

A smile twitched at the corner of Ginny's mouth. “That good.”

“Sounds like you've got it bad.”

At that, Ginny's smile disappeared faster than you could say, “*Evanesco**!*” Her
gaze dropped to her hands and then back to Hermione's inquisitive eyes. Her voice breaking, she
replied, “I know. That's what I'm so afraid of.”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“Everything. What I'm feeling…how my family's gonna take it if I tell them…not to
mention Ron and Harry. I mean, I'm only 15. Am I really ready for this?”

“Only you can answer that, Ginny. But whatever you decide…I'm with you, okay?”

“Thanks, Hermione…that means a lot to me.”

“And don't worry about me telling anyone…I won't even tell Harry!”

Ginny smiled again. “Thank you…” She sighed and said, “I'm gonna go sleep on this. Good
night.”

“Night,” Hermione called after her as Ginny left the room.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*I should try to run*

*But I just can't seem to*

*'Cause every time I run you're the* *one* *I've run to*

*I can't do without*

*What you do to me*

*I don't care if I'm in too deep (yeah...)*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny was quietly lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was already early morning (or
really late at night, if you prefer). For some odd, unknown reason, her roommates were nowhere to
be found. She didn't much care though, in fact, she was rather grateful to be alone right
now.

She heard the door to her room open and then close quietly. Her first thought was, *Well, so
much for being alone.* She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping that her roommate
would be gracious enough as to not “wake” her. She could hear soft footsteps and then…she could
hear only the sound of hushed breathing. She heard a quiet rustling sound and then felt her
roommate sit down on her bed.

A whisper came. “Ginny?”

*Wait a minute*, Ginny thought in a panic, *that's not a girl's voice!* She
abruptly sat up straight and opened her eyes only to find herself staring into a pair of
silver-grey ones. She gasped. “Draco!”

He smirked.

“What are you doing here?”

Shrugging, he replied, “I wanted to see you. I hope you don't mind, but I kinda put a spell
on your roommates so they would fall asleep in the Common Room.”

Ginny stammered. “How - how did you get here? The entrance is secret…and…the girl's
stairs?”

“One…you Gryffindors really are a trusting lot…keeping the password the same for so long.
*We* change ours every two days. And two, I levitated myself.”

“Okay…so you're brilliant at charming and entering…why doesn't that make me feel
better?”

Draco smirked. “You talk too much…you know that?” he said and then leaned forward to kiss
her.

Ginny allowed herself to kiss him back for a few seconds before she quickly pulled back. “What
does this mean?” she asked.

Draco sighed, “And you think too much…what are you talking about?”

“This! Look, I'm in love with you. I know I am and, quite frankly, that scares the hell out
of me. I want to have a relationship with you but only if you think that it can really go
somewhere. I don't want to be just some fling.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*I know all about*

*Yeah, about your reputation*

*And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation*

*But I can't help it if I'm helpless every time that I'm where you are*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Draco stared silently at Ginny's eyes. “I don't know,” he finally said, “I just
don't know, Ginny. I don't…know what to think about all this. I've never been in this
situation before. I don't even really know you that well and yet I find myself wanting to spend
time with you. When something happens to me, you're the first person I want to tell. I
don't know how you react to different things yet, but…I've memorized your expressions. But
mostly, when I look at you now…I'm home.”

As Ginny listened to his words, tears stung her eyes.

Draco fell silent, nervously awaiting her reaction. When none came, just her silent tears, he
spoke again…at a faster pace now. “I'm not much with words…I - I don't know what you want
me to say.”

Ginny shook her head and quickly murmured, “It was perfect,” as she leaned forward and kissed
him. As Draco responded, a smile came to his lips…he couldn't help it. He groaned in
disappointment when she suddenly pulled away from him again.

“Wait! I have a couple of conditions….”

Draco smirked and raised his eyebrow in amusement. “Conditions?”

Ginny nodded. “No lies and no secrets, okay?”

He cocked his head slightly and sighed softly. “That's a pretty big thing to promise,
Gin….”

*Merlin, I love hearing him say my name*, she thought, but she said, “Draco…I have to be
able to trust y-”

He interrupted her. “I promise.”

She continued, “If we're really going t - what?” She broke off, realizing he said
something.

“I promise,” he said again.

“Oh…okay.” She laughed.

“Say it again.…” Draco whispered.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Say what?” she asked.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*You walk in and my strength walks out the door*

*Say my name and I can't fight it anymore*

*Oh I know, I should go*

*But I need your touch just too damn much*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“My name.”

This time Ginny smirked as she leaned closer and said, “Draco.”

And with that, he kissed her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Hey...*

*Loving you*

*Yeah, isn't really something I should do*

*Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah*

*I should try to be strong ( I should try to be strong)*

*But baby you're the right kinda wrong (right kinda wrong)*

*Baby you're the right kinda wrong (baby you're the right kinda wrong)*

*But baby you're the right kinda wrong*

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

~FIN~



