A drabble for the Secrets challenge on xoxLewrahxox's forum.
Entirely dedicated to TuesdayNovember, who poked interest for this pairing out of me ;) here. Who's a pleased little kitten? (and you'd better like this!)

Secrets

Write a fic with a word count of more or less an exact multiple of 100 words dealing with a HP character (or characters) and a secret of some sort. They can be sharing secrets, keeping them, discovering them, or anything else you like, as long some sort of secret is involved.

After the war, the Malfoys weren't supposed to have anything to hide any longer.

The secret rooms and the cellar of their Manor had become infamous, their crimes and struggles were carefully dissecated. They were spared, but they were watched, evaluated – not too bad but certainly not good, opportunists, snakes.

They knew they had to lie low, and never let their guard down.

The thing was, Draco Malfoy had gotten in something stupid, something crazy, something that would madden his family and St Potter's crowd alike if they knew – and he was too deep in to back out now, even if he'd wanted. He'd been mindless, impulsive, young, and he couldn't afford that. It was a woman. It was the first time he ever lost control with one, too. But he'd been drawn, fascination fighting with revulsion and twisting in the pit of his stomach, hands shaking and skin afire.

He had fallen hard and fast, and there was no hiding anymore.

He knew all about skeletons in cupboards and the cleverest ways to hide, but Ginny Weasley was no skeleton – and she would certainly not be shoved into the shadows.

Damn her – damn him – or damn this world, actually.

She didn't know why, or rather how, it had happened.

She loathed Malfoy, her entire family did. Harry and Ron and Hermione did – of course they valued his mother's help, hell, they had even saved him, but in the end it all came down to wanting to punch him into oblivion. And he was maddening indeed. Smooth face and arrogant drawl and unreadable eyes – he would stare down at you as though you were dirt on his shoes, and sure he acted respectful with the war heroes, but God was he proud. There was no way to know with him, whether he regretted, whether he was sad or angry or disdainful, whether he was making fun of you or actually being nice. Hell, what was nice by Draco Malfoy's standards? He was a riddle, infuriating – and part of her wanted to beat the shadow of a smirk off his mouth, whereas part of her had always liked mysterious, arrogant boys that looked like gentlemen.

She'd ended up kissing his Mr-Iceman façade right off, and she'd awakened, as it seemed, a hurricane. (Passion.) Brilliant, what was to be done now?

Ginny Weasley did like secrets... but not having to keep them.

The boys reference actually wasn't Harry, but... Tom Riddle. Much more interesting =)