Disclaimer: Characters belong to the wonderfully talented JK Rowling. The
'kisses' are not supposed to be a rip off of the fabulously popular Hershey
candies, but if it seems so, they belong to Hershey, inc, etc.
A/N I should be working on 'beyond redemption', but this story wanted to
get written first. LOTS OF FLUFF…NO PLOT…JUST FUN!
Ginny Weasley sat at the counter of her brothers' joke shop, going over the
books for Fred and George. It was summer, and the weather outside was warm
and lovely. She'd been working here for about three weeks now, and things
were finally looking up. When she'd first come here to work over the
summer holidays, she'd expected to work hard, but Fred and George were
working her butt off! She thought it would be interesting to work in a gag
shop because she had lots of ideas, too, and hers would bring in female
customers. But they never listened to her ideas. She had several that she
thought would attract more customers. She'd noticed that there were very
few girls or young women coming to the shop. So she had tried to develop
novelty items geared toward females. But Fred and George just laughed at
them, telling Ginny they would take care of product development as long as
she took care of stock and inventory.
She really shouldn't complain, she'd told herself. She was earning money,
she spent a lot of time browsing through Diagon Alley, and she didn't have
to stay home with Ron. He was in a filthy temper right now since
Hermione's parents had decided to take her to America for a few weeks and
Ron was stuck at home until then.
She'd been trying to come up with an idea the twins couldn't brush off, for
almost two weeks. She had one idea she thought would be popular, something
she called 'Dragon Kisses'. She blushed to even think about it, but it was
simply a chunk of chocolate with spicy hot cinnamon candy in the middle.
Fred had liked it, but George said the hot candy wasn't enough of a hook.
It needed something else. Ginny blushed at the idea, because her
inspiration for the candy was probably one of the most embarrassing things
she'd ever done.
Sitting there in the afternoon warmth, Ginny thought back to the week
before school got out. It all started with a stupid game.
"Truth or dare?" Ginny looked nervously at the girls sitting it a small
circle in one of the empty classrooms in the dungeon. They met regularly
to giggle and gossip and play silly games like 'truth or dare' and 'what
if'. Ginny usually had a good time because no matter what they asked her,
she would rather tell the truth than take one of the sometimes silly,
sometimes frightening dares the others came up with. They met in deserted
classrooms because there was an assortment of girls from all four houses.
But tonight, Ginny felt decidedly uncomfortable. A few of the girls, the
Slytherins, were complaining because Ginny never chose 'dare'. They called
her 'chicken', 'goody-goody Gryff', and other names, trying to get her to
take a dare for once. Even her friends in Gryffindor were losing patience
with her. And she had promised to take one dare since the end of term was
almost here and they would be breaking for summer vacation in a little over
"Truth!" she said quickly, and looked apologetically at her friends. The
girls made sounds of disgust, but the game wasn't over yet. One of the
Slytherin girls, Bianca, gave her a smirk, then asked her question.
"Alright, Ginny, who do you think is the most kissable boy in school?"
Ginny frowned. Most kissable? What the heck did that mean?
"Do you mean who is most accessible? Or do you mean who would I want to
kiss most, or who do most of the girls want to kiss?"
Bianca rolled her eyes. "Gods, Ginny, you're not testifying in court. Who
is the most kissable?"
Ginny closed her eyes and thought. Well, Seamus Finnegan was probably the
most willing to kiss just about anyone. He was cute and funny, and not the
least discriminating in giving out his affection. But most of the girls
thought Justin Finch-Fletchly was adorable, and were always sighing over
him. Personally, Ginny would love—just once—to kiss--…
"All right, all right! Who do you think would be the best kisser in
school! Is that clear enough?" The pretty Slytherin girl looked impatient.
"Just answer the question, already."
Ginny was already nervous, and was now more so. That changed the question.
She thought quickly, but even though her brain said Seamus Finnegan, her
mouth said, "Draco Malfoy!"
The rest of the girls squealed in delight! It was almost a joke how all of
them except Ginny had at one time or another said she would like to kiss
the arrogant prat. But they, or rather, Bianca, had tricked her into that
answer. Ginny almost got up to leave, terribly embarrassed. What if the
git heard that she'd said she thought he would be a good kisser? But her
best friend, Kit, placed an affectionate arm around Ginny's shoulders and
gave her a quick hug.
"Remember," she said stoutly, "Ginny didn't say she wanted to, just that
she thought he would be good at it!"
This statement brought another round of laughter along with a few catcalls.
Finally, the game got going again. After that last question, Ginny felt
like she could handle almost anything.
When it was her turn again, Ginny screwed up her courage. "Truth or dare?"
This time the question came from a sweet Hufflepuff girl. Ginny felt safe
in saying, "Dare."
The other girls were silent. This was it! The Hufflepuff girl smiled and
twirled a bit of her hair around her finger, thinking.
"Okay, Gin, here it is. And remember, you have to do it!"
"Yeah, I know, just get on with it."
"All right, then. There's a Hogsmeade visit this weekend. Sometime this
Saturday, with one of us watching, you have to…" she paused, drawing out
the tension. "Kiss Draco Malfoy!"
The other girls were silent for a second then exploded in applause! The
girl from Hufflepuff was still talking, but Ginny couldn't hear her over
the racket from the others. Bianca and the other Slytherin girl began to
singsong, "Ginny's kissing Draco! Ginny's kissing Draco!" while the others
were howling with laughter. Ginny stared at the girl who dared her! She
couldn't' believe it! Kiss Malfoy? They must be crazy!
"You don't really expect me to kiss that conceited prat, do you? I mean,
it's just ridiculous!"
"Oh, ho!" Bianca waved her arms for silence. "Are you forfeiting? You
know what happens if you do, right?"
Ginny gulped. If she forfeited, she could no longer come to these
gatherings. She would be ostracized. After her first, horrible year at
Hogwarts, she had found it difficult to make friends. It had taken several
years to find a group she felt at ease with. If she lost them, her last
year would be miserable. But the alternative was to kiss that scummy,
slimy creep who made Ron's life (and hers to a lesser extent) such a pain.
HE was a pain! And they wanted her to KISS him? The girls were watching
her and Ginny knew she had no choice. She looked down and said, "All
right, I'll do it!"
They applauded again, but the girl who had dared her waved for quiet.
"Ginny, did you even hear the conditions?"
Conditions? What conditions? Ginny was about to ask, but it didn't
matter. She would do it, because she needed friends, and these girls,
despite their rare spitefulness, really were her friends.
The next morning, Ginny was wondering whether she should jump off a turret,
have her head examined, or just throw herself into the lake. Maybe all
three. She had finally gotten the conditions of the dare. She must kiss
Malfoy in front of at least one of the other girls. She must kiss him on
the mouth. The kiss must last at least five seconds (counted one-one
thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand…). And finally, she had to
(ugh!) use her tongue! Gods, she'd rather be ostracized! And if Ron heard
about it, he'd kill her! She tried to impress on the girls how important
it was that Ron (and that meant Hermione, Harry, Seamus, Parvati, and
Lavender) must not hear a word about it. In fact, they had better not tell
ANYONE! She wasn't sure how successful her warning had been, but so far
she hadn't received any knowing looks or snickers or smirks.
She tried to avoid being anywhere Malfoy might be, because knowing she
would have to approach him and kiss him made her even more nervous around
him than she usually was. Her Gryffindor friends were supportive and tried
not to giggle whenever they happened to pass him, but they weren't always
successful. Ginny didn't giggle, but it didn't matter. The look he gave
them collectively was bad enough. The week sped by, with Saturday coming
all too soon. The girls decided to meet in Hogsmeade at the Three
Broomsticks, then they would look around together. Ginny could decide when
and where she would kiss Malfoy, just as long as one of them was there to
Ginny walked into the Three Broomsticks and almost ran out again. HE was
there! Already! Gathering her courage, she walked to a table with Kit and
sat. Then she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Malfoy was just leaving.
She was saved for the moment. The other girls gathered around and after a
round of butterbeers, they decided to just kind of wander around in a
group. None of them wanted to possibly miss what they had begun to call
'The Event of the Season!' Ginny's stomach was upset all day. She didn't
feel like eating anything, and only sipped tea when they grabbed a bite in
a fast food establishment. But since the Three Broomsticks, no one had
seen Malfoy. Finally losing interest, a few girls went off to do their own
shopping, and Ginny was left with her Kit, Bianca, and the Hufflepuff girl
who had issued the dare. They were just leaving the Madame Malkin's robe
outlet when one of their group came running up to them.
"Hurry! I just heard Malfoy was headed to Honeyduke's! Now's your chance!"
Ginny's stomach lurched! This was it! They hurried to the candy shop,
crowding inside and looking around frantically. He wasn't here yet. Ginny
let out her breath. Thank the fates! She didn't think she could go
through with it. She was about to sit at one of the tiny tables, but
changed her mind. She wandered to a back row, looking at the shelves
without seeing anything. The others wandered around as well, trying to
look casual. Ginny absently picked up a sample from a crystal display
plate and popped it into her mouth. And almost spit it out again! She
coughed violently, her eyes watered, and she desperately fanned at her
mouth. It was spicy hot, almost like cinnamon pepper. Ginny wiped the
tears from her eyes and read the card under the plate. 'Hot Chili/Cinnamon
Candy imported from Argentina'. Oh, of course. She looked around for
somewhere to discretely spit out the vile confection, but her friend nudged
"Here he comes!" she hissed quietly. "Now's your chance!"
Lord, her mouth was on fire, and stupid, bloody Malfoy had to choose now of
all times to show up! Ginny swallowed, feeling the sweet, spicy fire
travel down her throat. Gods, that was awful. Then she looked up.
Malfoy had indeed entered the shop. He was standing at the counter, his
purchase already paid for. Oh, no, she was going to have to chase him
down! How humiliating! But he didn't leave. He motioned to his friends,
not Crabbe or Goyle, but some of the boys on his Quidditch team, and they
moved toward one of the small tables. Malfoy nodded to Bianca, then
noticed the others, all staring at him. He raised his eyebrows.
"Ladies," he said, with a nod that seemed to take them all in. They just
Then he met Ginny's eyes. He raised only one brow at her, gave her a
brief, insulting nod, and then smirked. She didn't know if it was the way
he acted as though he were lord and master of all he surveyed, or the spicy
candy that was still burning through her system, but when he sat, Ginny
felt her blood boil! And he had looked at Ginny as though she was just an
insignificant peasant! Well, she'd show him!
Ginny marched up to his table. Malfoy had broken off a small bit of the
chocolate bar he'd purchased, and carelessly tossed it in his mouth before
looking at her. He raised his brow again, smiling slightly and casually
chewing his chocolate bar. When Ginny didn't say anything, he shrugged and
turned back to his friends. That was it!
"Malfoy!" Ginny said, rather loudly. He didn't bother to look this time,
so Ginny grabbed the long, silky hair at the crown of his head and yanked.
His head came backward and she held it there.
He opened his mouth, in protest, no doubt, but his words were cut off as
Ginny pressed her mouth to his.
Oh, lord, oh, lord, oh, lord, she thought in panic. What was she doing?
What did she have to do? Oh, yes, five seconds! Onetwothreefourfive!
Hell with the tongue, she just wanted out of here! She was about to break
away and run, but one of his hands came up and clamped around her neck.
The other came round to wrap around her waist and drag her onto his lap!
Then, when Ginny thought it wasn't possible to feel more panic, his tongue
touched her lips!
Ginny squirmed and struggled, but Malfoy was holding her tightly. She
tried to cry out, but as soon as she opened her lips, he thrust his tongue
into her mouth. She tasted the chocolate he'd been eating, as well as the
spicy candy she'd just had. The combined taste, along with the sensation
of his kiss was amazing. She thought Malfoy must have felt it, too,
because he broke away and murmured something like, "Spicy-sweet" before
assaulting her mouth again. Ginny relaxed slightly and let go of his hair.
She hadn't even noticed she was still holding on to it! Then she trailed
her fingers down his neck. She felt a rumble coming from his throat as he
moaned softly into her mouth. Oh, my, this was wonderful! She leaned
closer and finally kissed him back, letting her tongue lightly trace his
mouth, as he was doing to hers. His arms tightened around her and Ginny
seemed to melt against him, just like warm, velvety chocolate syrup.
She didn't even notice the catcalls, whistles and laughter from the other
customers. All she knew at this moment was that she didn't want this kiss
to end! She was brought roughly around, though, when her friend grabbed
her shoulder and shook her. Ginny broke away with a start, opening oddly
"Come ON, Ginny, Ron's coming!"
In a panic, she leaped from Malfoy's lap, barely noticing his objections.
She was halfway to the door when he called her. But she didn't have time
to listen to his mockery or insults. If Ron found out, he'd kill them
both! She cast a quick glance at Malfoy, just in time to see him angrily
wiping a smear of chocolate from his lip. Then she slipped out the door
and into the alley moments before Ron, Harry and Hermione passed by.
The next few days plodded by. She still seldom saw Malfoy, and when she
did, she turned and hurried the other way. She just couldn't meet his
eyes. If he didn't think she was a—well, a slut, he must at least think
she was insane. Thank the fates he was a seventh year. At least she
wouldn't see him next year.
The train ride from Hogwarts to London seemed to last days! Now that she
was trapped on the train, her friends seemed to think Malfoy would seek her
out. She knew how ridiculous that was. They hadn't seen the way Malfoy
had disgustedly wiped his mouth after the kiss! But she had. To her it
had been the most exciting, exhilarating experience of her thus far very
short life. But to him it must have seemed a bad joke. Which, when you
really thought about it, it was! She doubted she'd ever play 'truth or
dare' or any of those other stupid games again. The price was just too
At Platform 9 ¾ , Ginny was surprised to see Fred and George waiting along
with her mum and dad. They were there, they said to offer Ron and Ginny
the chance to earn money this summer, helping them in their gag shop. Ron
cried off, saying he was spending some time with Hermione's family, then
Harry would be coming to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Ginny,
however, jumped at the chance. She didn't look forward to a long summer
alone with just her thoughts. At least with Fred and George, she would be
amused, occupied, and paid!
And she had been, in between slaving for them. Ginny had wracked her brain
for that 'something else' for her 'dragon kisses. Finally, she'd found it.
She had been at lunch, watching a street juggler entertaining a crowd of
children, laughing at some of his gags. But when he swallowed a fiery
sword without injuring himself, Ginny had her idea. She rushed back to the
shop, calling for her brothers.
Fred and George came running from the back of the shop where they'd been
eating their own lunch.
"I've got it! I have the hook for the 'Dragon Kisses'!" she cried.
As she explained it, she watched as their faces mirrored delighted
Once George and Fred got hold of an idea, it didn't take them long to
develop it. One week after Ginny had given them her 'hook', 'Dragon
Kisses' hit the market. The chocolate was in the shape of a flame, wrapped
in bright orange and red foil. In the center was a hot, spicy gel that
gave the combined taste of chocolate and cinnamon. But the 'hook' was that
after biting into the center of the candy, a tiny burst of flame would pop
out of your mouth! They had worked hard to find a formula that tasted good
but whose flame wouldn't actually hurt. The 'Dragon Kisses' were a huge
success. And Fred and George finally discovered that women bought gags
too, and were generally willing to pay more than men, so they encouraged
Ginny to develop more 'women's gags'. They agreed to pay her a percentage
of their profit from anything she developed.
On the whole, Ginny couldn't really complain. She was working on more gags
for her brothers, she was saving money, and it was just nice to know she'd
been successful at something. She couldn't help wonder about Malfoy,
though. He'd probably already forgotten the incident. And even though
Bianca had sworn that no one in the Slytherin Common Room was talking about
it, Ginny figured Malfoy probably had a good laugh with his mates over how
the silly little sixth year had thrown herself at him. What was Malfoy
doing now? Did he ever think about her or the kiss? Ginny shook her head
at her own silliness. Of course he didn't, she assured herself. And she
was glad. She was having a good time and looked forward to not having the
arrogant git in school next year. In fact, she was actually feeling great
today, even when Fred and George asked her to mind the shop. They were
looking into expanding the shop and were looking for a new location. Ginny
didn't like working 'out front' but it was the slack time of day so she
As Ginny was going over the account books, she realized she would have to
find a bookkeeper for them when she went back to school. Since both boys
(they were men, but they would always be boys to her) were hopeless with
accounts, she would have to find someone they (and she) could trust not to
steal them blind. The bell over the door tinkled and Ginny straightened to
greet her customer. She froze.
Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway of her brothers' shop, frowning at
the prominent display of 'Dragon Kisses'. Ginny wanted to sink into the
floor. He would surely recognize the reference. She almost ran and hid in
the back room. The only thing that prevented her was that she knew Malfoy
was just ornery enough to come looking for her if that was why he was here.
But maybe he was just looking for a gag gift? Maybe he would just browse
and walk out again. There was nothing saying he knew this shop belonged to
her brothers, right?
As if he felt her look, Malfoy raised his head and stared at her. Ginny
blushed to the roots of her red hair. She thought his mouth quivered
slightly, but couldn't be sure. When she couldn't take his stare anymore,
she stood and said, "Can I help you?"
He moved toward her, but Ginny moved behind the counter. He stopped.
"I have an appointment with Fred Weasley. Is he here? Or George?"
He sounded so formal. And what did he mean, an appointment? What on earth
could that be about? Surely he couldn't be looking for a job? She was
about to tell him the boys were out when they walked in the front door.
"Ah, there he is," Fred said to George. "The bloke who wanted to buy our
entire stock of 'Dragon Kisses'."
George shook hands with Malfoy and Ginny watched, feeling like she was in a
poorly written pulp fiction book. Fred and George turned to Ginny.
"Like you to meet our sister, Ginny," said Fred.
"We've met," Malfoy said in a neutral tone.
"Oh? Oh, yeah, of course. You were in school together. Well, Ginny's the
one you have to talk to. It's her formula and her idea. If you want to
buy it, you deal with her."
Ginny looked from Fred to Malfoy, confused. Fred explained.
"Malfoy, here, wants to buy up the rights to your chocolates. Guess they
offend him or something. I didn't really understand, but since you
invented them, he can explain it to you."
Malfoy stared at Ginny again. Then he said, "Are you free? Maybe we can
discuss this over dinner?"
Ginny started to shake her head, but George walked to her and untied her
apron. "Go on, love. We'll see you in the morning." He gave her a not so
gentle shove toward Malfoy, not even giving her a chance to protest.
"My purse! And, I need to freshen up!"
Fred hurried to the back room and retrieved her purse, while George assured
her she looked fine. Finally, Malfoy took her arm and pulled her, still
resisting, from the shop. Once outside, Ginny yanked her arm from his
"I can walk by myself, you know!" she snapped, pushing her untidy hair away
from her face. "What do you want, anyway?"
She looked up into his face and noticed what she hadn't seen in the poorly
lit shop; he had a black eye and his lip was puffy. A thin scar marked a
newly healed cut on the lip.
"Good grief, what happened to you?" Ginny gasped.
He ignored the question. "Are you hungry," he asked.
Actually, she was. "A bit," she admitted.
"I know a small inn where the food is decent and we can talk in private.
Does that sound good?"
Did it matter, she wondered. But she nodded and Malfoy took her arm again.
He led her to a small street off of Diagon Alley. It seemed a nice, quiet
street that held mostly dining establishments. They entered a tiny, quaint-
looking building called The Cozy Corner. Ginny looked around the interior,
delighted. It was bright and warm looking, but the booths had high backs
and large plants and ferns between each one, giving the feeling of
seclusion. Malfoy spoke briefly to the proprietor and they were led to a
booth near the back of the room. Ginny slid into the booth and was
surprised when Malfoy slid in next to her. She scooted against the wall,
but he moved right along with her!
"Malfoy! You have the entire other seat! Do you really need mine, too?"
She pushed him away and he finally relented and moved over a few inches.
But he still wasn't talking.
"All right, you got me here, so why don't you tell me what you want?"
Malfoy smiled at her. Oh, my, he could probably melt ice cream with that
smile, she thought distractedly.
"That's pretty simple," he answered. "You!"
"Me?" she asked, feeling overwhelmed.
"You," he agreed. "Even though you jumped like a scalded cat, even though
you ran away from me like I was an axe-murderer, I want you. I'm even
willing to forgive you for hiding from me on the train!" He moved close
again, covering her mouth with his. Even without the chocolate and spice,
Ginny melted into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was
like heaven, but Ginny came down to earth too soon. She pushed him away,
scowling at him.
"I didn't hide from you on the train. You never bothered to look! What do
you really want?" she asked suspiciously. "Why would you want to buy the
rights to 'Dragon Kisses'?"
Malfoy leaned back and stretched an arm across the back of the booth,
letting his hand play with her hair. He was still smiling at her.
"That's simple, too," he drawled. "That was MY kiss, and I'm not happy
about sharing it with anyone."
"Your kiss?" she said incredulously.
"Yeah, my kiss. I worked hard enough for that one kiss. I deserve to keep
Ginny's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, you worked for it? I kissed you
on a dare, that's all!"
His smile broadened. "I know. I bribed the girls in your 'circle' to dare
you to kiss me. But you're so damned stubborn, you kept taking truth. It
was really getting frustrating."
Ginny was speechless. HE had set up the dare? Then she glared at him
"If you were that interested, why didn't you just ask me out? Were you
ashamed to be seen with me, or something?"
He rolled his eyes. "Come on, be your age. What would you have done if
I'd asked you out? Besides telling me to sod off and setting your prat of
a brother on me? No, you had to come to me first, or you'd think I was
playing some sort of joke on you. Right?"
Ginny opened her mouth to deny it, but she realized it was probably true.
If she hadn't already kissed him, she would have told him to sod off today.
Then she remembered something.
"How soft do you think I am, Malfoy," she demanded suddenly. Very slowly
and clearly, as though speaking to a rather slow child, she said, "I'm a
Weasley, remember. And besides, I saw you wiping your mouth off when I
left Honeyduke's. You were disgusted."
She crossed her arms and stared straight ahead, feeling humiliated all over
again. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him.
She looked away, but he pulled her chin back around and made her look at
"I was angry, because you were running away from me, but I didn't--," he
paused, thinking. Then he grinned again. "Do you mean this?" he asked,
swiping at his lip with his thumb. Then, making sure she was watching, he
opened his mouth and licked his thumb. Ginny couldn't seem to look away.
Was that what he'd done? She couldn't remember now, but it looked much
different from up close. She nodded anyway.
"I thought so," he murmured. "I couldn't get enough of the taste of you."
He lowered his mouth to hers again, but this time hungrily. She returned
the kiss enthusiastically, but he hissed and pulled back.
"Damn," he gritted, gingerly touching the small scar on his lip. "Stupid
thing still hurts like hell."
"What happened, anyway," Ginny asked, concerned.
"Oh, nothing much. I was going to ask you out, and I showed up at your
house looking for you. I found your brother, instead."
Ginny lowered her brows. Ron was interfering with her life again? "I hope
he at least looks as bad," she said caustically.
He lifted her chin again, grinning at her. "Not a very sisterly
sentiment," he mused. But he cut off her justification. "No, love, he
looks a lot worse."
Ginny smiled a bit guiltily, then gently and briefly kissed his mouth.
"Well, will you sell me the rights to the 'Dragon Kisses'?" he asked
"You still haven't really given me a good reason," she argued. It was her
first invention, and madly successful. She was loath to give it up.
"How about because I want to be the only one giving you 'dragon kisses'?"
"Oh," Ginny said, moving closer and pulling his mouth to hers. "In that
case, it's a deal."