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Disclaimer: *Sighs in deep exasperation* I do not own Harry Potter, and I am not making any profit by writing this fic, now can I please get on with the story?!?

A/N: You have no idea how immensely sorry I am for not getting this fic up sooner! I told you that it would be up in a week, and I'm just posting it now, around 3 months later! I was having a lot of medical problems, along with a bad case of writer's block.

A/N 2: So here's the sequel! This first chapter was extremely tough to write, because I think it's harder to capture Ginny's character, than it is to capture Draco's. *shrugs*. I really hope that you guys like this!

The Deepest Love

Chapter One -(of three) The Ball pt.two

He just kissed me. Draco Malfoy just kissed me. It was short and gentle, but I loved it nevertheless. He pulls back a bit, to see my reaction, when suddenly I'm kissing him. His hands tangle in my hair as mine go to roam is back, albeit a bit shyly. This is the first time I've been kissed like this before, with such passion.

We break apart, and I find it hard to breath. My chest is heaving, and when I look up at him, I realize I wasn't the only one affected by that intoxicating kiss. Suddenly, he pulls me towards him again and at first I think he is going to kiss me, but I am surprised when he simply pulls me up against him. His arms wind themselves around me, and his chin comes to rest on my head. I can't help but notice the enticing scent of cologne. It makes me want to nuzzle my face into his robes and stay there all night, just breathing in his scent. I sigh happily, and remember the events leading up to this wonderful moment.

(Flashback)

As I walk in to the Great Hall, I can't help but notice him staring at me. Draco Malfoy. I've noticed he's been staring at me quite a bit lately, and it's extremely unnerving. I've often caught him staring at me with the same longing expression on his face that Ron uses on me before asking if I'm going to eat the rest of my treacle tart. I can't help but wonder what this means.

I think that he was the one who sent me those dress robes. He's the only one I know, besides Harry, who has the money to afford such splendid garments. My train of thought is interrupted when Seamus approaches me.

"You look great, Gin" He says, and flashes me one of his most charming smiles. He holds out his hand, and I take it, allowing him to lead me onto the dance floor.

We dance without talking for a while, though, to be completely honest, I'm feeling quite bored. I look around the dance floor and I see Draco. He's sitting in a chair, sulking. A part of me can't help but hope that he's sulking over me. Seamus tightens his hold on my waist and I look up to see him smiling down at me. Suddenly he's leaning forward, he's going to kiss me! Out of the corner of my eye, I see Draco jump up and storm out of the hall. At the last second, I gently push Seamus away. He gives me a hurt look, and I apologize before turning and heading out of the hall, intent on following Draco.

When I find him, he's sitting on a bench by the lake.

"It was you, wasn't it?" I ask before my courage fails me. He's silent for a long time, and for a moment I think that he's not going to answer, when I hear him reply:

"So what?" "So what if it was me, what are you going to do about it?" He asked in a bitter tone, which surprises me. What, exactly, does he have to feel bitter about?

"Well, first off, I wanted to thank you. Secondly, I wanted to know why you spend so much money on me." After saying this, I look up to gauge his reaction, but he looks away from me. He stands up and angrily insults my family's money situation. I find myself getting angry as well. I stand up and approach him furiously, until are faces are a scarce few inches apart.

"You know, Malfoy, that's really getting old! Why do you always have to insult me?"

"Well, if you weren't so damned beautiful all of the time!" He thinks that I'm beautiful? Nobody has every called me that before, except for my mum. I smile at him, and the next thing I know, I'm in his arms and he's kissing me.

(End of flashback)

I feel Draco's finger under my chin, and look up at him.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks me, and I blush before replying.

"You." He smiles, and leans forward to brush his lips against my own. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. His hands tangle in my hair, and when I feel his tongue brush against my lips, I open my mouth willingly. Our tongues brush lazily against each other and I love the delicious chills that run up my spine. Suddenly, I hear a voice calling my name. It's my brother.

"Gin, are you out here?" I jump away from Draco.

" Yes, Ron, I'll come inside in a moment!" I yell back. I turn to make my way back to the castle, when Draco's hand finds it's way to my wrist and pulls me back to him, while his other hand caresses my cheek, and he appears almost vulnerable as he looks at me.

"I am going to see you again, right?" I smile at his nervousness before replying.

"Of course." I breathe, and lean in slowly to kiss him one last time. I pull back before he can get too carried away. I smile at him, before walking away, toward the direction of the castle.

Once inside the Great Hall, Ron and Harry approach me, looking worried.

"What's happened to you?" Ron demanded, and I try my best to look puzzled.

"What do you mean, Ron?"

"You're cheeks are red, and you're hair is messed up!" He exclaims.

"If I find out that you've been snogging Seamus...." But his rant was cut off by Seamus himself.

"No, she hasn't been snogging me." Seamus says, while looking angry. He still must be upset from earlier. His statement only made Ron more angry.

"Well, she had to have been snogging someone," He says accusingly. "Tell me who it is, and I'll throttle the bloody wanker!" He said, his hands clenching into tight fists.

"Ron, I wasn't snogging anyone! There was no one out there, except for me and the squid, and I know that even you wouldn't be stupid enough to accuse me of snogging that, would you?" Ron opened and closed his mouth, as if trying to find the words to speak, but apparently he wasn't doing so well. He finally decided that threatening me was the best course of action.

"If you don't confess this instant, I'll write to Mum!" I couldn't help but snort.

"And what will you say, exactly, that I was snogging a squid? You'll be shipped off to St. Mungo's before your graduation! Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go up to bed!" I exclaim and stomp off before Ron has a chance to reply.

When I finally reach the girls dormitory, I change into my nightgown, then crawl under the warm covers. My eyes close and sleep claims me quickly, and my is slumber full of dreams of a certain slytherin.

Waking up this morning, I am finding it hard to believe that the events of last night were real, and not just some silly dream. Sighing, I rise tiredly from my bed, and get dressed for today's classes. While pulling on my Hogwarts uniform and my robe, the girls in my dormitory harass me with questions for the ball. They all think that it's quite fabulous that I attended the ball with Seamus, because happens to be a year ahead of us.

"So, what was he like?"

"Was he more mature than sixth year boys?"

"Did you snog him?"

"Did you like it?"

"Did you do more than just snogging?"

"Enough!" I practically have to shout to get the girls to stop asking so many questions. I want to tell them that going to the dance with Seamus was not that great, but I don't see any reason to tarnish his reputation just because I don't find him very attractive.

"Seamus was a perfect gentlemen, but we just didn't seem to make a good couple. Now don't get me wrong, he's a nice bloke, but I think we'd be better off as just friends." The girls all sighed with disappointment.

Once in the great hall, I avoid looking over at the Slytherin table and I sit down besides Colin Creevy, who happens to be a good friend of mine. He smiles warmly at me. I smile back quickly, then grab some toast and begin to butter it.

A few minutes later, the owl post has arrived and hundreds of owls are fluttering busily about the great hall, eagerly delivering mail to the students and teachers of Hogwarts. I am quite surprised when a school owl drops a letter addressed to me, which nearly lands in my breakfast. I glance around quickly to see if anyone noticed, but everyone's too preoccupied in discussing the events of last night to pay me any attention. I slowly unfold the parchment.

Meet me in the entrance hall at ten o'clock. Dress warmly.

I crumple up the parchment, and looked over at the Slytherin table, knowing Draco must have sent the letter. He's staring at me so intensely that it makes me blush. Not that it actually takes much to make me blush, because I seem to do that rather often. I smile slightly, before breaking my stare and returning my attention to my breakfast.

***

My first class, History of Magic, seemed to drag on forever. I didn't bother to take notes on anything Professor Bin was saying, and instead I found myself daydreaming about Draco. I'm both nervous and excited about meeting him tonight.

When the class is finally over, I head down to my second class, which is potions. The seventh years are coming out, and I look for Draco, but he hasn't come out yet. When he does emerge from the classroom he sees me and stops walking, which causes Blaise Zabini to crash into him, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's just standing there, staring at me, and I can't help but do the same.

His platinum blonde has an almost silver look about it in the dim lights of the dungeon. His blue eyes were wide, and had an unreadable look in them. I don't know how long we stood there like that, staring at each other. Evidently, it was a while, because Blaise finally had to grab Draco by the front of his robes and drag him away, smirking at me all the while. This makes me wonder if Blaise knows about what happened last night.

***

I'm sitting in the Great Hall, eating dinner. The butterflies of excitement that are fluttering about in my stomach at the moment, probably rival the ones that I get before an upcoming Quidditch match. In just four hours I'll be meeting Draco. Colin Creevey plops down into the seat next to me and I flash him a distracted smile.

"Hey, Gin, how's it going?" He asks.

"Fine, Colin." I reply distractedly, I'm too busy thinking about what I should wear to see Draco tonight.

"So how are your classes this year?" He asks me and I try not to groan in frustration.

"Great." I say, in the hopes that he'll leave me alone, so I can think about my upcoming date.

"Fine, Gin, I can see you're not in the mood to talk." He says with a slightly hurt look on his face, and I can't help but feel guilty.

"I'm sorry Colin, it's not your fault. I'm just a little preoccupied, is all." I say, while giving him a rueful smile. He grins back.

"Anything I can help you with?" I look at him doubtfully. Colin may be a good friend, but I doubt he could give me advice on what to wear on my date. Plus, he would want to know who I was going with, and he wouldn't like it when I told him it was Malfoy.

"Well, you remember those dress robes I got in the mail?"

***

It's nine o'clock. I spent an good hour after dinner explaining to Colin all that's been going on between Draco and I, expressing to him all of my fears and concerns. At first he's quite upset, saying a bouncing ferret like that doesn't deserve me, but once I explained that I cared for him too, he grudgingly accepted the fact.

Now, I had snuck Colin up to the Girls' dormitory to help me pick out an outfit for my date, which is only an hour away. Luckily, the rest of the girls are down in the common room, studying or gossiping. I'm currently sprawled on my four poster bed while Colin rummages through my trunk in search of something for me to wear.

"I've found it!" He said in a triumphant tone. He straightens up to reveal a pair of baggy jeans along with an equally baggy, hand-knit, green wool sweater. I merely stare at him in disbelief.

"You expect me to wear, those?" He shakes his head in disapproval at me.

"Not like this, Gin, I'm going to put some shrinking charms on them first." He said as though it was obvious. Once he applies a few shrinking charms, he hands them to me, and then points me in the direction of the bathroom to go change..

Once, I've changed, I'm feeling quite self-conscious. The sweater is tight, especially across my chest, and the jeans fit me like a second skin. Will Draco think I'm some sort of trollop like Parkinson if I show up dressed like this? With a sigh, I head back to my room, where Colin is waiting.

"You look great, Gin." He says with a sincere smile when he sees me. This causes me to smile back, all my fears about the tight clothes forgotten.

"What am I going to do with my hair?" I said, panicking. Colin just chuckled at me.

"Leave it down, Gin, it looks beautiful like that."

A little while later, Colin's wishing me good luck and I'm sneaking out of Gryffindor tower. Colin created a diversion to distract the students in the Common Room, mainly my brother. He came in and passed around a picture that he'd taken of Harry and Hermione snogging, and let me tell you, that distracted Ron quite a bit. I managed to escape from the common room with no trouble at all, because it was absolute chaos in there. Dean and Seamus were whistling at Harry, while Ron was trying to beat him to a bloody pulp.

***

When I finally reach the entrance hall, he's already there. Just seeing him again stirs the butterflies in my stomach. He's standing there with his back towards me, and I'm suddenly twenty times more nervous than I was when I was up in Gryffindor Tower. A part of me almost wants to turn back and run away, but the larger part of me keeps my feet rooted to the spot. Eventually, he turns around and gives me a slow smile that makes warmth spread from my head to my toes.

on my cheek, and I can't keep from blushing.

"I love it when you do that." He says, while smiling at me again.

"Do what?"

"Blush like that, it's cute." The absurdity of what he said gets to me, and I can't help but laugh. He gives me a puzzled look, and waits for me to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry, it's just I never thought I'd ever hear the word 'cute' coming form your mouth." I say, and he gives me a fake scowl, which causes me to giggle some more.

"Come on, I have something to show you." He says, before leading me outside.

***

We walked out into the cool night, side by side. My hand is still in Draco's and he squeezes it gently. I look up at him and smile. He smiles back and leads me over to a large blanket, that had various dishes of food on it, and also enough room for Draco and I to sit comfortably. I think this is what Hermione said muggles call a picnic.

"Draco, this is wonderful." I say, while smiling at him. He visibly sags with relief and I bite back a grin.

A little while later, we had finished eating, and Draco had cleared away the mess with a flick of his wand. We hadn't had much to talk about, but I didn't mind because the silence was a comfortable one. His hand seeks out mine and our fingers intertwine, while he slowly scoots closer. He flashes me a brief, nervous smile before he leans down to kiss me. I sigh happily as our lips make contact. I can feel his hands running through my hair again, and I'm glad that I allowed Collin to persuade me to leave it down. He pushes against me gently until my back comes in contact with the blanket, while he hovers slightly above me. His hair falls in front of his face, and I don't hesitate running a hand through it before pulling him into another kiss. While we're kissing , though, I can't get rid of the pesky little thought niggling in the back of my mind. I gently push Draco away. He raises a curious eyebrow that makes me smile, despite the situation.

"What's wrong?" He asks, sounding concerned, but looking as though he'd rather get back to kissing me. I look down, while I nervously play with an edge of the blanket with my finger. It takes me a while to answer, because I'm not sure how to say what's on my mind without offending him.

"Why me, Draco? There are loads of girls at this school who are a lot prettier and wealthier than I am, so why are you out here with me, instead of one of them?" When I get the courage to look up at his face, I wish I could take all of my words back, because of the pain I see in his eyes.

"Ginny, I thought I'd made it pretty obvious by now. I care about you a lot, and I happen to think that you are the most beautiful witch I've ever met, and trust me, I've met plenty of attractive witches in my life," He says with a smirk before continuing. "And I know I've made fun of you for it before, but I don't care how much money you have, Merlin knows I have enough for the both of us." He said with a smile before pulling me against him and wrapping an arm around my waist. He runs a hand continually through my hair, and it's so relaxing that I have to fight to keep my eyes open.

"I'm sorry, Draco, it's just that I don't know you very well."

"Ask me anything." He said confidently. looked down at her, with a raised eyebrow, as though the answer was obvious. There were so many things that she wanted to know, but she didn't know where to start.

"Well, what's you're favorite color?" He raises his eyebrow at me in a look of amusement.

"I think you know the answer to that." He said, while playfully tugging at the hem of my green sweater. I blush and he chuckles softly before pulling me into another kiss.

Well, that seemed like a good place to leave it off. Well, what did you think of this chapter? Please review and tell me what you thought.I know that a lot of you liked the previous story because it was in Draco's P.O.V, but I really wanted to express all of Ginny's thoughts on everything. The sequel to this story will have both Draco and Ginny's P.O.V's, and I'm thinking of turning that one into a full-length fic, if anyone would be interested in reading it.