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Many thanks again to Aerileigh for her beta work on this story.

I know a lot of you might be unsatisfied with the ending, for which I am truly sorry-for both that and the shortness of the chapter. But I was rather happy with the ending, and so you must forgive me, if only because you love me.

"Ginny? What are you doing here?"

Ginny ignored Marcus and pushed her way into the room, scowling at Draco. "You lied to me."

"I didn't know Malfoys were known for their honesty," Draco remarked coldly.

"What happened to it just being a name?" asked Ginny, poking him in the chest. "And what was that this morning? You can't just kiss me, fondle my breasts, and then decide to run off."

Marcus coughed behind her. "I should go outside."

"No, you stay," Ginny said, spinning around and pointing at him. "I haven't even started on you. You knew he was in the hospital all along and never told me. You backed up his lie. I thought I could trust you."

"It wasn't my truth to tell," Marcus said with a shrug.

"Weasley!"

The use of her last name caused her to turn back around to Draco. "What? Have more lies to tell me?"

"It was none of your concern," Draco stated.

She knew he was right. It wasn't any of her concern whether or not he was a patient at the hospital. But she had told him her deepest, darkest secret last night. She had voiced things that she had never said out loud before, and the thought that it meant nothing to him killed her. Ginny bit her lip and nodded to him, her head bobbing for a few seconds before she turned to leave, not willing to let him see her hurt expression. It mattered to her, and she hated that what he said to her could matter so much.

Ginny straightened her shoulders and stared at Marcus. "I will see you at work, Marcus. Malfoy, have a nice life."

"Ginny," Marcus began.

She held up her hand and shook her head. "No, it's alright. It's not your fault that I got so—whatever with Malfoy, and he's right. His health is none of my business."

"Draco," Marcus said, his voice almost sounding like a growl.

Ginny heard Draco sigh behind her before he said, "Marcus, give us a minute."

"I'll be right outside." Marcus gave Ginny a smile she assumed was supposed to be comforting, and he lowered his voice when he spoke to her. "Give him a chance."

"Why—?" But he had already left. She took a deep breath before turning back to Draco. "Well?"

He smirked. "Always straight to the point with you."

"I don't like wasting time, as we've already discussed." Ginny stared at him without an inch of kindness on her face. "Clearly, I've been wasting my time with you, though."

A cold sneer appeared on his lips as he said, "You seemed to be moaning a different tune this morning."

"And you seem to be avoiding questions again," Ginny said without missing a beat.

"I didn't hear any questions," Draco said, raising an eyebrow.

Ginny sighed. "Let's stop with these stupid games. What are you doing here, Draco? Are you sick? Why is Marcus visiting you out of guilt? And why did you lie about volunteering?"

He was silent for seconds that stretched out to minutes, and she thought for sure he wasn't going to answer her questions. She waited a few minutes, but he simply stood there and stared at her. Ginny couldn't take it anymore. Masochist she may be, but she didn't feel like making any more of an idiot out of herself. She was hurt, and later she could recall those feelings and relive the pain of being deceived by Astoria, Marcus, and now, Draco. Although, she mused, Draco's deception shouldn't have been too surprising. He was a Malfoy after all.

She sighed and began to turn, but his voice stopped her.

"I was poisoned." Ginny's eyes snapped back to him, and he leaned against the wall behind him. "I told you about the vineyard in Italy already. Well, Marcus' father bribed one of the workers there to poison me when I came to check on the business. He put the poison in the wine I had for dinner. It sounds ridiculous, but it happened."

"How did—"

"The poison was supposed to kill me, albeit slowly and painfully," Draco said with a rueful grin. "But I still have some people who are loyal to the Malfoy name, and they turned in the traitor. I came to St. Mungo's and am undergoing treatment to counteract the effects of the poison, which would have slowly shut down all my organs."

"That's why Marcus feels guilty," Ginny said, sympathy overtaking her. "I'm sorry about all of this. You were right. It was none of my business."

"I didn't tell you," Draco continued, ignoring her, "Because I didn't know what I was doing with you. At first, I was surprised that you knew Marcus, and then I was surprised that you would talk with me—flirt with me. Then I realized you had a nice set of tits and a great arse so it would be fun to shag you. But I didn't think you would want to shag someone who had been poisoned."

"Nice speech, Draco," Ginny said wryly.

"I was never one for openness," Draco remarked offhandedly.

Ginny sighed and crossed her arms. "So what now?"

Draco smirked and began to stalk towards her predatorily. Ginny didn't like the gleam in her eyes and found herself backing into the door. His smirk only widened, and when he reached her, he turned the latch on the door, locking it. He braced his palms on either side of her head, and she shuddered as he pressed his body into hers, his lips mere inches from her own. She waited for him to kiss her, but he didn't. Instead, he began to talk, his lips touching hers as they moved.

"I thought we could pick up where we left off earlier," Draco murmured. He placed a kiss at the corner of her lip, trailing kisses down to her neck. "I think I owe you that, at least."

Ginny couldn't agree more. She grabbed his head between her hands and brought his lips to her own, wrapping her arms around his neck. She arched into him when he slipped his hand underneath her sweater and shirt, her nipples hardening under his caress. It was clear that the anger and hurt she had felt earlier had done nothing to dampen her arousal, and when her shirt and sweater disappeared, she could only moan in excitement.

He detached his lips from her own, and she let out a groan of disappointment, quickly followed by a gasp when his mouth closed around a dusty rose colored nipple. His mouth, tongue and fingers were just as talented as she had dreamt them to be, and she dissolved into mush, her body humming beneath his talented ministrations. The only thing she could think about was how aroused she was by him playing with her breasts alone—her thought penetrated by the question of why she had waited so long for this to happen.

When one hand slid down her shorts, all her thoughts were banished, and she banged her head hard against the door. Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow at her, though whether it was because of the fact that she didn't have on any knickers or the fact that she had hit her head, she didn't know, nor did she care. His fingers were doing amazing things, and she had a hard time concentrating or keeping her eyes open when he flicked his fingers just so.

"So, Ginevra, before I continue—"

"Really? You're going to talk now?" Ginny asked breathlessly. She looked down at his hand pointedly and then back up at his face. "It can't wait?"

"Aren't we impatient?" Draco asked with a sardonic smile.

"Draco, I—"

"If you'd just be quiet, we might be able to get on with this," Draco commented. He smirked. "Of course, I quite like having you under my control."

Ginny moved to protest, but he plunged his fingers in her and the protest died on her lips. "Oh."

"As I was saying," Draco murmured against her neck, fingers moving slowly in her—too slowly. "I think it would be a good idea for us to go on a date."

"I—what?" Ginny tried to think but couldn't. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly to keep herself from falling down.

"A date," Draco said slowly, dragging his teeth along her skin.

"Draco, I don't kno—" He did something sinful, and Ginny screamed, "Yes."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her toes curled as her orgasm rushed through her—the fastest one she had ever received. She leaned forward, her head falling to Draco's shoulder, her body weightless. He wedged his knee between her legs, and her body continued pulsing, shudders running through her as his arms circled around her to keep her from falling.

After the tremors subsided, his breath tickled the hair by her ear as he said, "I'll meet you upstairs at seven then. I'm not allowed to leave the hospital so we'll have to make the best of it."

"You're a bastard," Ginny grumbled into his shoulder.

"The best of the bunch," Draco replied, removing his knee from the apex of her thighs. "The Healer will want to come and see me now. We should—"

"Out of curiosity, why did you leave this morning? We could have both shared in that blissful experience," Ginny said, keeping her head down.

Draco chuckled. "I missed my treatment last night because of you. I didn't think it would be a good idea to miss my morning treatment as well."

Ginny's head shot up, and she banged it against the door once more, reaching up to press her hand against the back of her head. "Ow."

"Perhaps we should move," Draco said, amusement in his eyes, "Before you end up with a concussion."

"Are you alright?" Ginny asked, ignoring him. "Did it screw anything up, missing the treatment I mean?"

"I'm fine. They strengthened my dose, and the Healer will be coming to tell me the results of his test soon," Draco said, stepping back and turning around to pick up her shirt. He handed it to her. "Trust me, I didn't run out this morning because I didn't want the 'blissful experience.'"

A knock cut Ginny's response off, and she hurriedly put on her shirt and sweater and fixed her hair, which had been tugged out of its ponytail once more. She watched as Draco adjusted himself, moving out of the way so that he could open the door. When he did, Ginny's face immediately turned red. Marcus and the Healer were both standing at the door, as red in the face as she was, and Ginny knew that both had overheard some part of what had happened in the last few minutes.

"Uhm well, Mr. Malfoy, am I free to talk?" asked the Healer, his eyes dashing to Ginny.

"I should go anyway," Ginny said quickly. "I have to, er, go feed my Kneazle."

Draco smirked. "I'll see you later, Ginevra."

Marcus chuckled at the two of them and held out his arm to Ginny. "I'll escort you to the Floo. Draco, I'll be back."

Draco nodded as she and Marcus exited the room. She knew that Marcus was waiting for her to say something, but she was slightly mortified by the fact that they had heard everything. Then again, it probably hadn't been a good idea to stand up right by the door. Her cheeks flamed as she thought of the wanton moans that had left her mouth. She kept silent all the way to the Floo, and when they reached it, Marcus shook his head.

"I think he'll be good for you," Marcus said to her with a nod. "That's why I didn't tell you."

"Promise me one thing?" Ginny said.

"What?" asked Marcus.

"Don't play matchmaker again," Ginny said with a laugh.

"Fine, if you promise me one thing," Marcus replied. When Ginny nodded, he said, "Never have sex within my hearing distance again. You're like a banshee."

"Fuck you," Ginny said, smiling.

"Nah, I think you're better off fucking Draco."

As Ginny got dressed later that night, picking out a pair of cuffed shorts and a green blouse that pushed her breasts up so they appeared larger than they were, she mused over the last few weeks. The investigation had completely unraveled her life, but when she thought about it, it was probably the reason why she had been so caught up in Marcus and Draco. She hadn't realized at first, but she had been scared that Marcus had been doing something nefarious with the youngest Malfoy and betraying her trust, much like Astoria had. In any case, it turned out to be the best thing for her.

After leaving the hospital, she had written a resignation letter and sent it to Alastor. She came to the conclusion that it didn't make sense for her to remain at a job that made her so unhappy and guilty. If she stayed as a Hit Wizard, she would be so overcome with guilt that she would never have a chance to be truly happy, or to have kids of her own, for the rest of her life. Now she could actually contemplate the idea of adopting the girls, though she didn't know if she would be able to take on such a task.

She didn't know where her life would lead her. Thoughts of helping to start a pediatric ward at St. Mungo's had formed in her head, and she decided that might be a good idea. But she didn't know if she would be able to pull something like that off, especially since she would have no funds. Of course, with her resignation, she would receive the substantial amount of money promised to all Hit Wizards—technically, she had served enough years to be considered a retiree—and she could possibly use that money to help fund the ward. But the point was that her future was open, and she would be able to make decisions without the constant nagging feeling that she was morally bankrupt.

She slid her sandals onto her feet and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She was happy with the decision she had made, happy to be going on a date. And as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she decided that Draco Malfoy just might get lucky tonight. Of course, that was only if he were on his best behavior.

Ginny smirked wickedly in the mirror. Yes, if he were on his best behavior, Ginny decided that she would be on her worst.

Alright, I know many of you are also going, "That smut was unnecessary." I admit, it was smut for smut's sake-just a little though. I did really feel it should be there. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks a bunch for the reviews! I appreciate each and every one of them.