Well, I am so sorry that I took me so long to update, but I was having a small case of writers block, and was adjusting to life with a newborn baby. I am happy to say that life is absolutely fantastic with Wyatt, and I love being a mother.

Here is my new chapter, and I'm sure you will be happy to hear that it's longer than the rest. It's close to 6000 words, about 300 or so shy of it. I hope you enjoy it, and please, if you have any input at all, negative or not, don't hesitate to let me know.

Cheers, Stay Gold, and Read On!

And thank you so much to EVERYONE that has been reading, and an even bigger thank you those that have been reviewing. xxxx

"Ginny!"

"What?" Ginny turned her head to the right, a beatific smile on her face as she stared at her brother and best friend. It had been hard to get Ron to agree to come along with them. He had always known that she was friends with the former Slytherin, but he hadn't ever hung around the two before. While it was plainly obvious that the two were strictly friends, Ginny knew he still wasn't comfortable with the idea of going on vacation with them. Ginny had asked him to be nice, and she had done the same with Blaise. It was hard, she knew, to forgive someone who had made fun of them for so long, but Ginny had done it. And she had to remind him that if she could forgive someone like Blaise then so could he.

"Please," said Ron, glancing at Blaise, "Remind why were are taking muggle transportation when we could just very easily apparate?"

Rolling her eyes, Ginny just smiled. She had decided that it would be fun to take a plane to Coral Island, after all none of them had ever been on a plane before and it was sure to be a memorable experience. "Because," she started, "I wanted to."

"You should know better than to disagree with her," said Blaise good naturedly. She was so enthused that Blaise had decided he was coming along with them after all. She had been worried that he was going to change his mind at the last minute, and she desperately wanted her best friend to come along with her on the first vacation she was taking without her entire family, and without Harry. She knew that this was also the first time Ron was going somewhere without Hermione.

"I know," answered Ron, smiling at his sister, "but still. I just don't understand why she wants to take a 9 hour flight when we could be there in the blink of an eye." The trio were squished into the back of a muggle cab, and Ginny was in the middle. Their voices were hushed, as the cab driver was glancing in the rearview mirror quite a few times, but Ginny really didn't care.

"Ron," she said, flicking her brother on the knee, "I just thought it would be an interesting experience for the three of us." Ginny heard her brother mumble under his breath about Luna and Neville. Glaring at him, she spoke through clenched teeth. "I didn't force you to do this Ronald. When we get to the airport you can do whatever you want. I am taking an airplane. So deal with it."

"Calm down will you Gin?" said Blaise, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We're headed to a tropical beach and we're going to have fun." She knew he was right, and she did as he said, breathing in calmly and letting her breath out just as slowly as she inhaled. The cab was pulling up to the airport in the center of London, and Ginny could feel excitement coursing through her. She had been looking forward to this trip ever since she booked the tickets and hotel 5 weeks ago. A lot had happened in the course of 5 weeks, and Ginny was thankful to be leaving.

Ginny was pulling her luggage out of the trunk of the cab as Blaise paid him, while Ron was getting them luggage tags for their suitcases. "You ready Gin?"

Nodding with enthusiasm, Ginny pulled her suitcase behind her as they headed into the airport, moving quickly through the check in line, and into the security line. Removing her shoes, Ginny walked through the metal detectors, thankful that she had stowed her wand in her check in bag. It would have looked strange for three people to be carrying wooden sticks in their carry on bags. Giggling at the thought, Ginny looked over at her companions who were busy putting their shoes back on their feet.

The time passed quickly as they waited for their plane to start boarding, and once it did, Ginny felt nervous. Her father had been excited that someone in their family was finally going to be getting on an airplane. When the flight attendant was showing them the emergency exits, Ginny reached down to buckle her seat belt, and started to panic when she couldn't get the two to latch correctly. Blaise chuckled lightly at her, and reached over to do it for her. The three had decided to fly first class, unsure of what it meant when they had booked it. Now that they were sitting in the overly large seats, Ginny was glad that they had.

The flight attendants catered to them, and it was something she wasn't used to, and she knew that Ron wasn't used to it either. Glancing over at Blaise, she knew he felt at ease with the treatment he was getting. He had grown up in a first class environment after all. There was a content smile playing against her lips, and she turned her head to stare out of the window. They had been in the air for a little over an hour and forty five minutes, and she knew that they still had seven more hours to go. Her cinnamon eyes scanned over the ground, and water below them and she felt as though she had never seen anything more beautiful. She had flown on a broom in the sky, naturally, but she had never been this high in the air before. It was impossible on a broom, the air became way to thin when you were this high up.

"Hey Ron," she said, turning her attention to her brother, "thank you for coming with us."

"I'm glad you asked me Gin," he said to her, reaching over and setting his hand atop hers.

"I know how you're feeling right now," she started, staring down at her lap, "and I know that London is really the last place you want to be right now." She knew that bringing up the painful events of her ex-fiance and his ex-wife was going to be a hard subject to breach, but she figured it best to do it now, instead of when they were in some beautiful tropical paradise.

"It is," he answered, his voice low and filled with hurt. "I'm always scared that I'm going to run into her and him."

"I have ran into them." Ginny had spent the past two weeks not even leaving her apartment. She and Blaise had ran into Harry and Hermione more times than she had ever thought she would. She remembered cursing at the world and wondering why such a large city seemed so small. When she had seen them it felt as though her heart had broken all over again. They had seemed happy, like she used to be, and Hermione was wearing a smile similar to the one she had used to wear when she was naively crushing on Harry. "It wasn't easy."

"I can imagine." The way Ron's voice sounded didn't fool her. There was a slight tremble as he spoke, and she knew that even though he was trying to be strong, he wasn't going to be able to play his part for much longer.

"Hey Weasleys!" Ginny and Ron both turned to look at Blaise who was sitting across from them, a perfect smile on his face and eyes sparkling with excitement. "The stewardess is bringing us all champagne and strawberries."

"Champagne?" asked Ginny. Why in earth would she want to drink on a plane? What happened if the plane crash? Shouldn't she be sober so that she could save herself.

"Yes, Gin," he answered her, "Champagne."

"Why?" she asked.

"To celebrate, of course."

"And just what are we celebrating?" asked Ron.

"Freedom," he answered simply.

Ginny looked over at Ron and smiled. That thought hadn't even occurred to her before now. They were free. Looking back she realized that Harry had held her back, and Hermione had always held Ron back. There was so much that he had wanted to do, and he had always wanted children but Hermione had always claimed that she wasn't ready for that. Now that they knew of the scandalous affair she and Harry were having, she understood why she wasn't ready.

After all, what man would sleep with a large pregnant woman, when he had a thin fiance at home? Surely the thought had crossed Hermione's mind, because despite how Ginny felt about her, the bitch wasn't stupid. "To freedom, then." Ginny smiled at her brothers words, and nodded her head. The pretty blond stewardess had brought them their glasses, a plate of strawberries, and a bottle of seemingly expensive champagne. She was eager to drink some, as she had never tasted it. The bubbly drink had been present at Hermione and Ron's wedding, but she hadn't gotten around to trying any.

Watching as Blaise poured them each a glass, she followed his lead as he dropped a small delicate strawberry into the flute. Holding up her glass, she looked from Blaise to Ron. "To freedom and kicking our cheating spouses to the curb."

"Amen!" said Ron, clinking his glass with hers and draining the contents of the glass.

"And I propose a toast to Ginny and her new life, and for dragging me along on this trip. Because I know I'm bound to meet some gorgeous scantily clad women." Blaise and Ginny laughed as the clinked their glasses together, and swallowed their champagne. The rest of the flight flew by, and the trio had drank two bottles of champagne on top of their first, and by the time the plane touched down, Ginny and Ron were in higher spirits than they had been in for a month.

Getting off the plane was easy, and as they collected their luggage, Ginny glanced around for the phone that they were supposed to use to call their hotel once they got in. "Don't worry about it Gin," said Blaise, leaning down and whispered, "I've already taken care of this." She followed his extended arm, as he pointed to a sleek looking black limo. "This my dead Ginevra, is going to be a trip you will never forget."

***

Ginny fell atop her large bed, turning her head to look out the large French doors that led to her private balcony. She had fallen in love with this place the moment they had landed, and she couldn't wait for Blaise and her brother to get unpacked so that they could go exploring. Having already unpacked her clothes with a simple spell her mother had taught her, Ginny was already changed into a dark blue two piece bathing suit, with a matching sarong tied around her waist. She was slightly self conscious, as she had never gone into public with so little clothing on.

Standing, and making her way from her bedroom into the living room her room was furnished with, she glanced into a mirror that was hanging there. She was almost unrecognizable. She had pulled on a pair of dark sunglasses, and her red hair was loose around her shoulders, falling in slight waves due to the braid she had worn on the flight. Her porcelain skin was glowing, and she smiled. For one of the first times in her life she felt lovely. Not quite beautiful, because she wasn't someone like Lavendar. No, she was just plain and boring Ginevra Weasley.

Picking up the phone, she called the front desk and left a message with them. She wasn't going to wait for Ron or Blaise. The sun would be setting soon and she wanted to go have a look at the beautiful resort they were staying at. Her patience had run thin about 45 minutes ago, and she wasn't going to wait any longer. She quickly, but politely, told the young woman at the front desk that if anyone were to come looking for her, to inform them that she was out near the water.

Slipping her feet into a pair of white sandals, she left her room, making sure she tucked her room key into the waistband of her bathing suit bottom. The warm air surrounded her bare skin, and Ginny smiled. It was such a nice change to London. The sky was brilliantly blue, not a cloud in sight, and this place would be hers for a week! A whole week in paradise. As she moved through the resort, her eyes danced from one thing to the next. There was a number of pools that she could lay by, and restaurants and clubs that she could go to. It was like a city within a city. It was remarkable, and she promised herself that she would take more vacations after this. Hell, she may as well just come back here more often.

When she found herself at the start of the beach, she kicked her shoes off, and headed towards the water. The sun was starting to dip down beyond the horizon, and she couldn't help but think it was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. Dropping down into the still warm sand, she felt the last rays of the sun wash over her, and she shivered with delight. Her sunglasses were pushed back into her hair, and her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the moment. There wasn't anything that could ruin this for her. She was sure of it.

"Weasley?"

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of that voice, but closed them almost immediately. There was no way that he was here. It just wasn't possible, was it? Why in the world would Draco Malfoy happen to show up at the same place that she, her brother and…BLAISE! She was mentally screaming at him, and she was sure that he was the one behind this. "What do you want Malfoy?"

"Nothing," he said, watching her with interest. Her eyes were still closed, and her mouth was slightly turned down in a frown. Was she really that unhappy to see him? "I was just surprised to see you here, that's all."

Slowly letting her eyes flutter open, she turned to stare at him. "Well I can assure you that I am equally surprised. If Blaise had mentioned that you were going to be here, I may have rethought my destination for a peaceful and relaxing vacation." Ginny scowled, upset that Blaise had kept this from her. She wasn't concerned for herself, mostly, but for Ron. She didn't think he could handle being stuck on a small island with someone she was absolutely sure he hated still. The two always would be Gryffindor and Slytherin to one another, even though times had changed.

"Blaise," he started, amused by her reaction, "had nothing to do with my being here. This is where I vacation every year. Normally a bit later in the summer season, I admit, but I have a trip to Italy planned later in the summer." His stormy eyes drank her in, watching as the last rays of the days sun danced across her porcelain skin, and Draco suddenly found himself thinking things about Ginny Weasley that he never thought he would.

Ginny seemed to notice his sudden silence, and for the second time since he had approached her, she let her eyes flutter open, and slowly turned to face him. He had dropped down into the sand next to her, his platinum blond hair was in disarray as he stared out at the ocean water. Ginny had never seen Draco like this before. His face was free of worry, and he wasn't scowling. He actually looked at peace, and without the lines of distaste creasing his brow, she couldn't help but find herself attracted to him. Mentally smacking herself, she turned her attention to the crashing waves as well.

It really was peaceful, even with the present company, watching the waves lap at the shore. The sun was making it's last dissent behind the horizon, and Ginny sighed in frustration. She had taken this vacation to get away from all the stress in her life, and she had spent the last 6 weeks avoiding Draco Malfoy like the plague that he was. Though she had never thought the plague was attractive before now.

"You know Ginny," he said, his voice surreptitiously low, "I'm really not that intolerable. I know you've been avoiding coming out with Blaise on my behalf." Jutting out her lower lip, Ginny wondered if she had really been that obvious, or it Blaise had said something to him. Even though the two hadn't said a single word to one another since their explosive argument weeks ago, Ginny felt as though a new chapter had been opened between the two of them.

She didn't feel the revulsion she normally felt in his presence, and she didn't feel the lingering vibes of dislike that normally reverberated off of his exquisite form. Ugh this is ridiculous, I should not be thinking of Malfoy like this. He's MALFOY. Pulling herself out of her silence, she pulled her bare knees up to her chest, encircling them with her arms. "You haven't proved that you're not," she said, resting her head atop her knees. Her vibrant hair fanned around her shoulders, spilling like cinnamon against her milky skin.

"I'm proving it now, aren't I?" he said, a smirk lifting his lips.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny decided that while he was being polite and nice, she could do the same. "I guess," she said, not really wanting to concede to the truth that he actually wasn't that intolerable on a good day. But, she chided, not every day is a good day. Especially when dealing with Draco. When a couple passed by them, hands linked and longing looks in their eyes, Ginny bit down on her lip. She was doing a fantastic job of fooling the rest of the world that she was doing perfectly fine. Even Blaise and Ron had bought her happy go lucky attitude in life, but she was almost certain that the blond sitting next to her had caught the way she tensed up, and the way her bottom had been caught in between her teeth.

She wasn't sure why she was so affected anymore. She had grown accustomed to the idea of being alone. Being without Harry hadn't really been all that hard once she got past the initial shock of his betrayal. But she was still broken. No one had come along and tried to put her together again. She loved Blaise, and she loved her supportive family, but not one person had bothered to ask how she was really doing. Sure, they asked how she was, and what she had been doing, but not one person had tried to push her past the automatic reply of 'I'm good..', or 'I'm fine.'. No, they had let it rest there because any sane person knew not to push the fiery red head.

"He really did a number on you," she heard from next to her. Her head whipped to face him, and her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. Had he really just said that? "I don't understand why he did it Ginny," he continued, "but he was stupid. And very tactless."

"What right have you to commentate on my past relationship and the mistakes that Harry made within it?" She was getting angry. She didn't know why, but for some reason the thought of Draco being the one person that would learn how broken she really was disturbed her beyond reason.

"I don't have any right," he said, lifting his hands up in surrender, "I'm just saying that he really fucked you up."

"Yeah," she said, dropping her head, "he did." The pain was still there, and the hole that had been torn into her heart was as gaping as it had ever been. It was unfilled. And she was almost positive that it would stay that way. How could she trust another man again after what Harry had done?

"He was stupid Ginny," he said, reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder, and it was the most tender moment Ginny could ever remember in her life. The air was wrought with sincerity, and Ginny felt her eyes start to tear.

"Thanks," she said, glancing up through watery eyes. "It's pathetic, isn't it?"

"What's pathetic?"

"The fact that I'm sitting here, crying to someone who hates me," she said, and she noticed the flicker of confusion in his eyes, and the way his brow puckered just between his eyes, "It's pathetic that someone who probably took pleasure in my pain is the first person to actually make me feel a shred of normalcy in so long."

He was grinning now, but that small pucker of confusion was still there between his eyes, "I don't hate you Ginny."

"That's news to me," she said, laughing, "The Daily Prophet should put that on the front page. I can see the headline now, 'Malfoy Does Not Hate Weasley'."

He joined in her laugher, taken by surprise at the amount of ease he felt with her, "I can imagine they would sell record numbers." Their laughter only grew, and so did Ginny's confusion. She had never thought she would be sitting here in a romantic setting with someone she hadn't expected to ever be talking civilly to. There was a strange sensation rising up in her, and she wasn't entirely sure what it was.

"I never thought I would be saying this," she said, straightening out her legs and placing her hands behind her, resting her weight on them, "especially to you, but this is the first time I've really laughed in quite some time." She reached up to wipe tears away from her eyes, and she glanced back towards the resort, wondering if Blaise or Ron had gone looking for her yet.

"Expecting someone?" he asked, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised.

"I was just wondering if Ron or Blaise were out of their rooms yet," she said, looking back towards him, "We were supposed to explore this place together, but that didn't happen. Obviously."

"Well," he said, rising from the sand, "Since they are no where near, would you mind getting dinner with me?" Ginny was absolutely positive that her mouth was slightly parted, and her eyes wide with shock. Was Malfoy actually asking her to go to dinner with him? Her grasp on the English language was momentarily lost, and it took Draco clearing his throat for her to regain her ability to speak.

"I don't know," she said, standing up too, "Ron and Blaise might be waiting for me."

"I'm sure Blaise wouldn't mind," he said, smirking, "though I can't speak for your brother."

"He would mind," she said, smiling. But did she really care? She actually felt like herself around Draco, and she wasn't sure she was ready to give that up just yet. "But I think I would like that. Dinner, that is."

"Good," he answered, his eyes traveling down to the bikini she was still wearing. "but you're going to have to change. Did you bring a cocktail dress with you?"

***

Twenty three minutes later, Ginny heard a quiet knock at her door, and she felt her heart beat speed up. She was nervous. Her slight, delicate frame was draped in a thin, blue cocktail dress that stopped mid thigh, and left her shoulders bare, and she suddenly felt very naked. Draco's silver eyes would surely get more than they bargained for, but Ginny had to remind herself that this wasn't a date. They were getting dinner. That was it.

Breathing in deeply, Ginny opened the door, and to her surprise Draco was standing there looking quite speechless as he took her appearance in. Her windswept hair was pulled to the side in a modern and casual ponytail, while her long legs led the way to a pair of too high stilettos that she was sure she would regret wearing later than night. But the most shocking part of Ginny's appearance in Draco's perspective was the fact that she seemed to be glowing, and she was breathtaking.

Doing as Ginny had done early, Draco mentally kicked himself when he realized he was thinking about little Ginny Weasley in a fashion that was plainly not platonic or disinterested. "Are you ready?" he asked, finally speaking.

"Yeah," she said, turning around to grab her room key and a small black clutch. "Where exactly are we going? I saw a number of restaurants here, and they all looked good."

Draco found himself watching the way Ginny's mouth moved when she spoke, discovering that he liked the way her lower lip was significantly fuller than the top. "Um," he said, stumbling for words, "we're going to Délicieux."

"A French restaurant?" she asked, not really needing the confirmation from him, because it was obvious in the name. He nodded his response, and she grinned. She loved French food, and she just hoped the night would pass by peacefully, without arguing with him.

And thankfully that was exactly what had happened. The two had ordered their food, drinking glass of wine after glass of wine, and were seemingly enjoying the others company. It was, in her opinion, a rather successful meal. "The shrimp crepes were fantastic!" Ginny mused, smiling at her companion. He had ordered for her, seeing as how she hadn't been able to make up her mind about what she had wanted, "And your rosemary chicken wasn't that bad either." She had stolen some chicken and rice provencal off his plate when he had boasted that his dinner looked much better than hers. She had learned something about Draco during that brief exchange.

He didn't like sea food. Which appalled her to no end because she loved it! She had once tried sushi with Hermione, cringing at the memory of the backstabber, and had surprisingly loved it. "I still can't believe you don't like fish, shrimp, or anything from the ocean," she said as the waitress cleared their table. She was significantly intoxicated by the time of the evening, and she was pleased to note that Draco was as well. She couldn't be the only drunk one in a later retelling of this night. That would just be scandalous.

"I can't help it," he said, laughing as he sipped from his wine glass, "The thought that I have swam with my food freaks me out."

"I've never thought of it like that," she said, leaning back in her chair. The two bottles of wine that they had consumed was taking it's toll on them, relaxing Ginny and making Draco much easier to talk to. "You know," she said, reaching for her wine glass, "I never thought you would be this nice."

"Neither did I," he said, though it was as if he wasn't saying it to her at all. His voice had taken on a darker edge at the moment, and Ginny cocked her head to the left.

"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning forward, her elbows on the table.

"Ginny," he started, "You and I grew up in very different houses, with very different parents, and I can't say that I'm not a little envious of you for that."

"Oh," she said, shifting in her seat, "I can understand that."

"Can you Ginny?" he asked, leaning forward over the small table. Their faces were mere inches away from one another, and Ginny could taste his wine tainted breath as she breathed. "Can you understand what it's like to grow up in a house where the words love and caring are banned? Can you imagine living in a house where your father is training you to be the next best servant to a man that you want nothing to do with?"

Ginny knew that he was speaking of his fathers involvement with Voldemort, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. She couldn't imagine what that was like, and she had never had to. "I'm so sorry Draco," she said, placing her hand atop his, surprised by the warmth.

"Me too," he said, flipping his hand so that his palm was against hers. The feeling that shot through her was unexplainable and she wasn't sure if it was the wine speaking, but she suddenly wanted nothing more than to comfort this man. He looked just as broken as she felt, his emotions breaking through the carefully composed Malfoy mask.

"Are you ready to retire for the night?" he asked, standing from his seat and grasping Ginny's hand. "I'm sure it's been a long day for you. Blaise did mention that he was flying in, and now that I know you accompanied him, I'm sure the flight drained your energy."

"Now that you mention it," she said, stifling a yawn, "I am tired." Ginny stood, acutely aware of the close proximity in which they were standing. Had she taken a step forward she would be pressed against him, and she would be able to press her lips to his. What the hell? Why I am thinking about kissing Malfoy? He's fucking Draco Malfoy for merlins sake! Clearing her throat, she collected her small clutch, and was escorted out of the restaurant by her…friend?

"Thank you for having dinner with me Ginny," he said, leading her in the direction towards her room, "It was a nice change from the company that I normally keep."

"What's the matter Malfoy?" she teased, "The blond bimbos unable to keep up with your witty comebacks?"

He chuckled, "Something like that," he answered, reaching up to twirl a lock of her hair between his fingers, "but I think I've just been feeling that it's time for a color change."

The rhythmic beating of her heart sped up again, as it had been doing all night, and Ginny had never felt more anxious in her entire life. She didn't know what the anxiety was, and she wasn't entirely sure why the urge to run her hand through his hair had decided to emerge. Biting lightly on her lower lip, she felt relief as they approached her room. And something else. Was it…disappointment?

When she turned to face him, she smiled lightly. "I really did have a good time Draco," she said, "Thank you for inviting me." She noticed the way his eyes raked over her face in appreciation, pausing as they reached her lips, and she had to remind herself that it meant nothing. This was Draco Malfoy after all. And she was Ginny Weasley. But had miss Ginny Weasley been staring at his lips all through dinner?

"Draco," she started, "I--"

But she was suddenly cut off as his lips crashed against hers, mimicking the way the waves had crashed upon the shore and lapped at the sand just as his lips moved against hers in the same desperate move to get farther. Her lips conceded, and she found herself kissing him back, and she was soon leaning against her door for support as his lips moved like satin against hers. Desire was pooling somewhere deep inside her as their lips continued to thrash against one another's, her lips parting slightly so that the heat of his kiss flooded every inch of her. She tasted his breath as he breathed into her mouth, his tongue roaming over her bottom lip before flooding her mouth with even more heat, and her stomach with even more desire. She felt her own tongue dart out, and into his mouth, as if she were exploring some never before seen cavern of lust.

Suddenly, as if the deep moan that had come from Draco, snapped her out of what she was doing, her eyes popped open and she pulled her hands from his hair. "Oh my god," she said, a furious blush creeping into her cheeks as she pulled away, "Draco, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be he said," his voice rushed, and breathy, "I should be the one apologizing, I just don't know what came over me."

"Neither do I," she said, hiding her face behind her hands. "Oh I'm so embarrassed."

She felt her face grow even hotter as he chucked, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about Ginny." She bit her lip and looked up at him, her eyes swimming with lust as she did. "But if you keep biting your lip like that, I won't be able to stop myself from doing it again." As if on command, she released her lower lip from the confines of her teeth, and she looked up at Draco.

"What does this mean?" she asked, confusion etched into her eyes.

"It means," he said, "That we kissed, Ginny. It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to." She thought about his words, as she turned away from him, quickly extracting her key and unlocking her door. "You should get some rest Ginny. I'm sure we'll see one another again. Goodnight."

"Night," she whispered, turning her head to watch as he vanished down the hallway. As soon as he was gone, she flung herself through her door, and exhaled sharply. Had she really just kissed Draco Malfoy? And had she enjoyed it? The world was turning upside down, and what scared her most…she wanted to kiss him again. Stripping out of her dress and heels as she entered her bedroom, Ginny pulled on a pair of thin cotton shorts and a tank top and slid under the silk sheets on her bed. When she finally drifted off to sleep, images of Draco floated through her mind, and in her dreams…their interactions went much further than the heated kiss they had shared.

So they had their first kiss!!

Yayy!

Anywho, thanks for reading, and review if you like!!

I'm off to take a nap with my baby.

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