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The early morning dawned and Draco stretched out across his bed. As he opened his eyes, he spotted a cascade of fiery red curls lying across his pillow. 'Ginny,' he thought silently and sighed. Rolling onto his side, Draco brushed some wayward strands across her forehead and gazed upon her face. "I could definitely get use to this," He whispered to himself.
At that moment, Ginny began to mumble to herself and stretch as she woke up. When her hand bumped into Draco her eyes popped open and she gave a smile to rival the rising sun. "Good morning," Ginny said as she rolled on her side to look at Draco. Then her eyes widened as she realized where she was. "We didn't um, last, last night we didn't uh," Ginny stuttered as a blush swept across her face. Draco chuckled at what she was asking.
"It was a magical night," Draco said, his mouth tilting crookedly as he grinned. "You made sounds I've never heard a woman make before." Ginny's mouth almost fell open in shock.
"But we didn't um," Her mouth still couldn't form the word.
Holding back another chuckle Draco leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her lips. "Not physically, but spiritually you were the best I've ever had." (Again from the movie: Two Weeks Notice.)
Now it was Ginny's turn to smile. Playfully hitting Draco's arm she rolled out of the bed. "So we didn't do anything. God, I'm so sorry I fell asleep in your bed. Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Like I'm going to voluntarily kick a beautiful woman out of my bed," Draco stated. Propping himself up on a pile of pillows he watched as Ginny gathered her clothes from the hearth. Draco loved the feel of her in his arms as he slept. He loved waking up to see her peaceful face lying on his pillow. The scent of her shampoo that lingered on that pillow was just another thing he loved.
As Ginny stepped into the bathroom to change a revelation hit Draco; he was falling in love with Ginny Weasely. It was like a bolt out of the blue; heat lightning that flashed through his heart and his head. Draco Malfoy was falling completely head over heels in love with Virginia Weasely.
Everything about her intrigued him. Every time he saw her his heart skipped a beat. All day long, day after day, Draco waited for and cherished those moments when he would see her walking through the halls, or when he would get the chance rile her up and get some witty remark out of her.
'Is this what love feels like?' He silently asked himself. Warning bells began going off in Draco's head. He wasn't even sure that the emotion he felt was love.
Malfoy's weren't supposed to love. Lust, yes, but love? Now Draco had to admit to himself, he did indeed lust after Ginny Weasely; he was a sixteen, almost seventeen year old young man afterall. However, there was some deeper emotion that kept him from acting on that lust. Draco wanted to make her happy, so did that mean he loved her?
Emotions aside, one thing Draco could agree with himself on was that now was not the time to express his feelings, whatever they may be, to Ginny. They had only been going out for what, two months, tops. If Draco knew nothing else, he knew that two months was way too soon to tell a woman that he loved her; especially when that same woman had a brother the size of tank residing in the same castle with him. 'And don't forget the other five brothers, two of which who use to be beaters, that are sitting at home,' Draco's conscience spoke in his brain.
The bathroom door opening snapped Draco out of his romantic revelry. His breath hitched in his throat as he gazed at the beauty in front of him. "Wow," Draco finally breathed.
Laughing softly to herself, Ginny sat in his desk chair to put on her shoes. "Did you just say 'wow'? Draco, darlin' I have the same thing on that I wore yesterday."
The trademark Malfoy smirk appeared on his face. "Sorry, love. I caught my reflection in the mirror, but you still look pretty damn good."
Grabbing a small book off of his desk, Ginny threw it at Draco. "Bloody wanker," she playfully hissed.
Raising his hand Draco sent the book flying to the other side of the room. "Temper, temper," He wagged his finger in Ginny's direction. Puckering his lips out in a pout Draco whined, "And why are you getting dressed anyway? Do you not want to spend the day with me?"
Red hair flew everywhere as Ginny's head snapped up. Eyes widening as she looked at Draco. "You mean," Nervously twirling a strand of hair on her finger Ginny's mouth opened and closed. "You mean, you want me," Ginny pointed at herself. "To stay here," She gestured around the room. "With you," She ended up pointing at Draco.
Rolling out of bed, Draco walked to the desk and brushed a kiss across Ginny's cheek, "That was the general idea, yes." In answer, Ginny's stomach rumbled. "But perhaps a kitchen raid is first on my 'to do' list for today. Make yourself at home. I shall return momentarily." Bowing elegantly, Draco snatched his coat off of the rack and stepped through door hole.
Draco and Ginny spent the rest of the day lounging around the Slytherin prefect room, nibbling on food that Draco had pilfered from the House Elves. They played games of Exploding Snap or Wizard's Chess, and of course, every now and then they would engage in the occasional snog. All in all, it was a wonderful day for Draco and Ginny.
It was about mid afternoon when Ginny decided to return to Gryffindor Tower. She wanted to change clothes and get freshened up before meeting Draco again after dinner. Reluctantly, Draco let her leave. Ginny stealthily made her way through the dungeons, thankfully not running into Filch or any Slytherins. After a long walk, up many flights of stairs, she finally came to the portrait of the Fat Lady and let herself in to the Gryffindor Common Room.
The common room was busy with the hustle and bustle of students lounging around for the weekend. Confetti and butterbeer bottles still littered the floor from the Quidditch party the previous night. A few first years were huddled in the far corner trading chocolate frog cards, and groups of tired looking Seventh years were gathered around the main table studying for N.E.W.T.s.
Ginny saw Harry and Ron sitting next to the fire, their heads close together in private conversation. Which was never a good thing in Ginny's opinion, and once again her woman's intuition was right on the mark. As soon as the two older wizards saw her walk in, they rose from their seats and stalked towards her.
It was useless for Ginny to try and run from the on coming confrontation, so she stood her ground.
"Where the bloody hell have you been? I have been worried sick about you," Ron practically screamed.
Inwardly Ginny groaned. 'Anything but this Lord,' Ginny thought as her eyes swept upward. "I was just out for a bit of a walk Ron. I'm sorry I worried you." Turning on her heel, Ginny was trying to leave when Ron grabbed her arm and turned her back around.
"A bit of a walk you say? Correct me if I'm wrong, but you weren't at breakfast, or lunch. In fact, no one has seen you since the party last night. Hermione said you didn't sleep in your bed." Ron's ears were growing red the madder he got.
Jerking her arm out of Ron's grip, Ginny herself began to get mad. "Maybe my bed hasn't been slept in because I didn't sleep there," Ginny practically screamed in his face. Heads all around the common room jerked up to witness the fight between brother and sister.
Ron's once red face now paled. He dazedly walked over to the couches and sat down, his head in his hands. "No, no,no,no, not my sister," he mumbled to himself. "My sister is not the bloody whore of Gryffindor."
Ginny's eyes widened in shock, "You BASTARD," she screamed. Using the small coffee table as a stepping stool, Ginny lunged at Ron's seated form.
Harry rushed across the room to try and grab the screaming girl, but he wasn't quite fast enough. Ginny had already gotten a few good hits in on Ron. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Harry pulled the raging Ginny off of her brother.
"Let me go Potter," Ginny continued to scream, stretching her hands out like claws in Ron's direction. Ron sat clutching his injured eye. "Whore of Gryffindor am I? See how you like it Ronald Weasely when I make you the new ghost of Gryffindor. I said let me go Potter." Struggling to get out of Harry's grasp Ginny began to claw at his arms.
Wincing in pain, Harry tightened his grip and screamed at Ron. "Get out of here Ron; I'll take care of her."
Nodding his head, Ron cast one last frightened look at Ginny before stepping out of the portrait hole.
"You can run but you can't hide Weasely," Ginny screams followed him out into the hall. "When I get my hands on you, I'll fog you so bloody bad, unimaginable pain."
Somehow, Harry managed to carry the kicking and screaming Gryffindor up the dormitory stairs and into her room. Only there did he release Ginny, closing the door behind them. Ginny paced back and forth across the room. "You're going to get yours Potter," she said, poking a finger in his chest. "You're going to get yours." (A/N: a slightly modified line from Miss Congeniality, "You're gonna get yours Henry Higgins," ok on with the fic!)
Raising his hands in peace, Harry turned to Ginny. "Will you just calm down? You know Ron didn't mean any of that. You're his sister, you know better then anyone how he babbles on without thinking."
Swiping the hair out of her eyes, Ginny glared at Harry. "He called me, the bleeding whore of Gryffindor. He didn't even give me the chance to explain." Ginny fumed.
"So explain it to me, and I'll find Ron and set matters straight," Harry thought it sounded like a good plan when he said it. Unfortunately, it only made Ginny angrier.
"I'm not explaining anything to you or that wanker of a brother of mine. I can see it in your eyes. You think I spent the night with a guy to, don't deny it Harry," Ginny accused.
Harry's chin dropped to his chest. He became very interested in looking at his shoes. "There's my answer," Ginny hissed. "I want you to leave." Her voice was cal, but Harry could hear the barely controlled rage underneath it.
"Ginny please, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. Can't we just talk this out?" Harry begged.
"NO," Ginny screamed. "I said I want you to leave, and I meant NOW!" To emphasis her point Ginny pointed at the closed door, only to have it explode into a thousand splintered shards.
A/N: Here is part 12!!! I hope ya'll are enjoying!1 I'll get started on the next chapter ASAP. I'm hoping to get the whole story done by the time I have to get back to school. But we'll see how it works out!! Review please!! I love reviews, they help stimulate and encourage my creative juices, and make me write faster!!