Ginny was annoyed. Harry had been getting a lot of detentions lately and so she was left to manage the chaotic team on her own. She hovered in the air on her cleansweep and glared at the players who were fighting on their brooms below her.

She took a deep breath to calm herself. Suddenly she heard a loud laugh from the ground and saw a blonde in green Quidditch robes walking towards them.
Ginny flew towards him “What are you doing here, Malfoy?”

Instead of answering her question, Draco glanced behind Ginny and said “You are so gonna lose.”

Ginny leaned in close towards Draco’s face, her face inches from his, her lips only a breath away.

“G-Ginny...” Draco said uncertainly as he felt his face grow warm at the proximity. He could see every freckle dotting her face, along the bridge of her nose...

“Its Juliet, remember?” Ginny suddenly said as she drew away with a frown on her lips

“What?” The confused blonde answered

“We’re doing Romeo and Juliet, remember? I’m supposed to be acting as Juliet…” She explained slowly “You don’t really think I wanted to kiss you, right?

Then Ginny added. “It’s called acting Malfoy.”

Ginny was sitting on a bench at the courtyard with Colin while looking up at a rainbow while discussing the existence of Leprechauns.

“Do you think they’re real Colin?” Ginny asked as the glanced down to look at her friend

“Yeah, I think Leprechauns are real.”

Suddenly someone laughed mockingly and both turned to see that it was Draco. “Ginevra there is as small as one.”

Ginny glared at the boy before pointing her wand at him, said a spell, and then laughed “There, now you’re as green as one, Malfoy.” Before standing up to leave with Colin trailing behind her.

• WHACK! •

Draco and Ginny were sitting by the lake with Ginny resting her head on his shoulder.

“What does a slap feel like?” Draco asked, genuinely curious.

Ginny looked up at the blonde disbelievingly “Are you for real?!”

“Sometimes, I ask myself the same question.” Draco answered with a smug smirk

Suddenly a palm flew across Draco’s cheek, leaving a bright red mark on his pale skin.

“Ow! That hurt woman!” Draco said as he caressed his poor cheek

“There, now you know what it feels like.” Ginny said as she laughed before placing her head on Draco’s shoulder once again.

• GET YOUR OWL OUT OF HERE! •

It was the dead of the night and not a sound could be heard as the young couple lay asleep underneath the blankets.

Hoot

Ginny’s eyes opened as she looked around for the source of the sound, but…nothing

Hoot.

Irritated, Ginny threw the covers aside and jumped out of bed to look for the incriminating sound. When she turned, she saw a pair of eyes staring at her and she realized what it was.

“Draco, how many times do I have to tell you not to keep that blasted owl in here?!” She said as she shook the blonde awake

• LATE NIGHT PRACTICE SESSIONS •

While doing her rounds, Ginny stopped walking when she heard hissing from the corner. She froze, remembering her disastrous first year…

No…impossible, Harry killed the basilisk, remember?

She drew her wand and pointed at the offender with her eyes shut.

Suddenly the hissing stopped “Why are you pointing your wand at me Weaselette?”

Ginny opened her eyes and found that it was just Malfoy

Whew.

“What were YOU doing? Crouched in the corner hissing?! One would think you’ve gone mental!” Ginny retorted

“I—I was trying to practice parseltounge…” Draco admitted “It’s not fair only Potter gets to know how.”

• WALTZING IN HIS ARMS •

Draco, twirled around the dance floor with his date, Pansy, in his arms.

“Look Drakey, Longbottom took little Weasley to the Yule ball.” Pansy said with a mocking sneer as she looked behind Draco where she could see the two friends.

Draco craned his head to look at the little redhead and indeed, there she was dancing with Neville Longbottom, who surprisingly was dancing spectacularly

“She cleans up good for a Weasley.” Draco commented as he returned his attention to his date before one last glance at Ginny, making the black haired girl in front of him frown in disapproval

Ginny sat quietly under a tree at the courtyard when a shadow loomed over her, only to find than Draco Malfoy standing there.

“Got no friends, Weasley?” He chidingly as he, blocked the light, with Crabbe and Goyle flanked on either side of him

Ginny glared and replied “Like you have any, Malfoy.”

“At least I don’t go around chasing someone who won’t notice me.”

Ginny huffed than whacked Malfoy on the head with her book “I can see why Hermione is so fond of this book.” She said smugly as she held up her copy of ‘Hogwarts, A History’

• GOOD BYE •

Ginny couldn’t believe what was happening, she felt like she was in a dream, like she was looking over some scene from someone else’s life, someone other than hers. She looked down on his pale body, the way his blond hair fell over his face in such a casual manner, like he was simply asleep. Merlin, he looked handsome even in death…

Ginny merely stared at the dead body of Draco Malfoy, unable to think of a response. “I warned him, he never listens. Now he’s gone.” She thought sadly as she hung her head low before leaving the room.

• IT'S JUST A KISS, RIGHT? •

“I dare you Weasley.” Draco said, his warm breath tickling her ear as he leaned in “If you’re as brave as you say, then kissing a Malfoy would be too easy. Besides, it’s just a kiss, right?” He said, throwing her words back at her.

Ginny’s glare intensified as she closed the distance between them in an angry kiss. Then she drew away, her face burning. “I told you so.” She said before turning around and returning into the castle

Draco smirked as he made his way in a leisurely pace. Getting a Weaselette angry certainly did have its advantages.

• SPARKS FLY •

Ginny never liked rain. It made everything look terrible…so she avoided it at all costs…That is until Draco had come into her life with his love for rain.

“Come on.” He said as he tried to pull Ginny up “Before it starts to rain.”

Ginny frowned “That’s just it. It’s going to rain and I’m going to get wet!”

The blonde pulled her up just in time as the rain poured; he kissed her tenderly, sending sparks throughout her body, warming her up to her toes

“Still not so fond of the rain?” Draco asked as Ginny smiled at him

Ginny searched the corridors, looking for Malfoy. She smiled when she saw the boy walking down a corridor alone. The red head crept up in front of him then swiftly punched him on the cheek before running off, her laughter reverberating down the halls as the blonde struggled to stand while howling in pain and holding on to his now swollen cheek.

Things to do during third year by Hermione Jean Granger: Punch Draco Malfoy.

Check.

Next would be… Abuse said blonde with a hippogriff…

Now where could she find a one at such short notice? Oh bugger. That sucked.

• HIPPOGRIFFS •

“What are you looking at Weasley?” Draco sneered when he noticed the Weaselette staring at his arm

“Nothing.” Ginny replied quickly, looking away

Draco smirked, taking her avoidance as bashfulness “In awe of my battle scars, red?” He said with a pompous smirk as he gestured to the sling that he had been wearing since the Hippogriff incident

“Not really.” She said with a careless shrug, she already knew what happened, and besides, she could never be impressed with someone as vile as him “I just never thought of you as the type to get beaten up by a bird”

• A SILENT TRUCE •

Ginny couldn’t believe it. She should have listened to Hermione and finished her homework early! Now look, she was in the library at the wee hours of the evening, doing her potions homework, trying not to fall asleep.

Just then, she heard another set of footsteps enter the quiet library, the redhead looked up and found herself face-to-face with none other than Draco Malfoy. They glared at each other for a moment, then noticing the ink bottles, parchment, and books that they both had, they looked away silently,; understanding their silent, temporary truce.

They really needed to finish their homework.

• LEARN THE DEFINITION OF POOR! •

“Is there a synonym for poor?” Lyra Malfoy asked out loud as she tried to finish her summer homework for History of Magic.

“Of course. It’s Weasley.” Draco said automatically with a grin before he could stop himself.

Ginny then looked up from the book that she had been reading and glared at her husband venomously.

Draco blinked and slightly cowered under the redhead’s wrath as he looked down on his shoes apologetically “Sorry love, conditioned reaction.”

Later that night, Draco Malfoy found himself sleeping on the uncomfortable couch in the drawing room after having a dictionary thrown at him...

• REVEALING SLEEPWEAR •

Draco strolled along the halls of Hogwarts, yawning as he did so. He hated prefect duties, it was boring. Nothing fun ever happened during rounds.

Suddenly he heard a pitter-patter of hurried steps coming towards him. He quickly drew his wand and waved it around, looking for the unknown culprit. Then a body slammed against him, causing him to tumble into the ground with a loud thud.

“What the--!” He started as he looked down and saw Weaslette in nothing but the oversized shirt she uses for pajamas.

One thing was for sure. Draco wasn’t complaining about the view.

• GIANT SNOWBALLS •

Ginny and the rest of her dorm mates were seated in a circle as they talked about boys, clothes and boys into the night.

“Ron Weasley is such a hottie!” A girl with blonde hair said as she munched on a licorice wand

“Eew!” Ginny exclaimed as she shuddered in disgust “No, not really…”

“Oh! I know, Draco Malfoy!” Said a different girl as the others nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

“He sort of looks like a giant snowball to me…” Ginny commented softly, thinking of his pale skin and equally pale hair as the girls collapsed into another wave of giggles.

• DISASTROUS FIRST DATES •

Ginny looked across the table worriedly as she watched Draco simply stare at his food

“What’s wrong Draco? You’re not eating.” She asked worriedly

The blonde in looked down on his lap in embarrassment and mumbled something incoherent

“What was that? I can’t here you.” Ginny said as she leaned over the table trying to hear Draco’s soft mumbles

“It’s just that…I don’t eat chicken.” He repeated, bit louder this time

Ginny then erupted into laughs causing a few muggles to glare at their direction

“It’s not funny!” The former Slytherin said vehemently “They eat off the ground! It’s gross.”

• DARING WEASLEYS •

Ginny tugged on her skirt self-consciously because she was wearing one of her incredibly shorter skirts. She walked through the crowded corridors, careful not to show too much skin…unfortunately, her quill dropped from her hands. If it hadn't been her last quill, she would have left it there…

She bent down, trying to reach for her quill but stopped halfway when she heard a chuckle behind her.

“I didn’t know you could be daring, Weasley.” Draco Malfoy said as he picked the quill off the floor and handed it to the furiously blushing girl before walking away while chuckling.

• MOOD SWINGS •

Draco Malfoy was tired.

He hadn’t slept for 2 days since had kept on changing moods faster than one could apparate. So far, she has gone through elated, happy, depressed, angry, hungry, and excited, and now she was asleep...thank Merlin…maybe he could get some rest now?

Just as he was about to close his eyes though, his wife woke up and glared at him “Draco! You’re going to be late for work!” She snapped angrily.
The blonde groaned in frustration as he crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, great. Today she was in a snappish mood. Perfect.

“Draco, don’t associate yourself with those riffraff, do you hear me?” Lucius Malfoy asked his 11-year-old son as he accompanied him to the train, keeping his glare at the direction of the Weasleys.

“Yes father.” Dracoanswered as he too looked towards the group of redheads and proceeded to glare at them, but stopped when gray eyes were met with a pair of brown ones belonging to the girl who was being restrained by her mother’s hand.

He could tell that he would have a hard time staying away from said riffraff once that girl joined her brothers in Hogwarts.

• LEAVE HIM? NEVER. •

Post Hogwarts

AN: I seriously took it as "Present" like 2011 kind of present.

“Fancy seeing you here, Weasley.” Draco said smoothly as he stood behind the redhead who was standing in front of the bar, nursing a glass firewhisky in her hands.

“Same goes for you, Malfoy.” Ginny answered without glancing over her shoulder as she took a sip of her drink

“So, where’s Potter?” The former Slytherin asked as he called for a refill for both of their drinks

Ginny scowled at the mention of her future husband and answered “Probably working late again.”

Draco opened his mouth to speak but Ginny plowed on “No Draco, that doesn’t mean I’m leaving him.”

“Come on. We wouldn’t you boys to miss the train.” Harry said to his boys as he pushed both of them forward. Ginny was about to turn around and follow but her gaze caught someone else’s as gray and brown clashed with one another once again after years of not seeing one another.

His eyes fell down on the little girl who she was holding, much like how she was held by her own mother when he first saw her.

It seems like his life had finally come to a full circle.

Then she walked away, leaving him to stare.

• THUNDERSTORMS •

Thunder crashed and Ginny cowered in a dark corridor, trying to protect herself from the sound of the storm.

Normally, she would have been asleep, but she got hungry and decided that a trip to the kitchens was necessary; she didn’t know that there was going to be a thunderstorm.

Thunder crashed again, as she cowered even deeper into the corner. Then, a few minutes later Draco Malfoy was standing in front of her, his wand, lit up, held high.

He then crouched down, took her into his arms and comforted her as they waited for the storm to pass.

• MOVING IN •

Post Hogwarts

“Draco! Careful! That’s really old!” Ginny exclaimed as she stood on top of the grand staircase watching people move her things into Malfoy Manor. It wasn’t as if she wanted to live here, but Draco had insisted...so here she was, moving her things in, much to Draco’s displeasure since he promised to help.

“I’ve been nothing but careful!” Draco retorted angrily, but at that moment, the old frame that he had hung over the mantle fell off, causing it to shatter into a thousand glittering pieces.

Ginny placed her hands on her hips and said “It doesn’t look like it.”