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A/N: Normally, I do this at the end, but here I am. Okay, this is a completely new kind of story I'm trying out here, like absolutely completely new. So, I would like some honest feedback on what you think of this story. So, please review it, and tell me what exactly you thought, because I've never done this before.

STORY TAKES PLACE TWO YEARS AFTER THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS. YEAR: 2000


"Weasley!" came a cold voice from across the empty street.

Ginny paid no attention as she made her way down the street, her red hair bouncing behind her.

"Weasley!"

Ginny whipped around, her eyes seething as she looked at the ivory haired boy who was calling her name.

"Knew you'd turn eventually," Draco said cheekily.

Ginny scowled at him, and turned around, walking faster than ever past the shops, and towards her brother's joke store. She could hear footsteps behind her, they got closer with every second, and then they came to a stop behind her, and she was yanked backwards by the collar of her shirt.

"Malfoy, geroff –"

The boy let go of the shirt immediately, and stared into her bright brown eyes, pleading her to listen for a moment.

"What is it?" she snapped.

Draco contemplated on easing her into the question, but gauging by the way she was standing, like she wouldn't stay here long, he thought he best get to business immediately.

"For a hundred galleons, you'd have to pretend to be my girlfriend for Christmas."

Ginny looked at him like he'd gone bonkers. In fact, she leaned in and touched his forehead lightly with her cool hand, and then immediately backed away.

"Stop wasting my time, Malfoy."

With that, she started walking away briskly, but he caught her hand in time and turned her around.

She gave him an annoyed look and let out a deep breath angrily.

"I'm serious. Just for Christmas. 10 days. That's it."

"And why the sodding hell would I do that?"

"You need the money, don't you?"

"What are you on about?"

"The Weasels wedding to the mud-Granger. I heard you promised them it's your gift to them. I don't know of the backstory, but I know of the promise."

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "You're wasting your time."
"Two hundred galleons," he offered.

"Malfoy, leave me alone."

"Alright, five hundred. Last offer," he retorted cordially.

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do I have to pretend to be your girlfriend?"

"I have my reasons."

"Look, there are a lot of girls here. Just ask someone else."

"No! It has to be you."

"Taken a fancy to me, have we Malfoy?"

"No! Look, I just need a Weasley."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, we're seven children. Take another one. Oh, wait, let me correct that, we're six, because you and your death eater idiots killed my brother!"

Draco remained silent, letting her anger seep out, her face turned back to its normal colour and he could now make out the difference between her face and hair.

"Look, please, I really need this, you have to understand that."

"No, I'm not gonna understand it. Not until you explain."

"Okay! Okay! The war changed me alright? I don't know if it's for the better or worse, but it changed me. But it didn't change my parents. They still have the same views on blood purity, and supremacy and all that nonsense."

"And how do I fit into the picture?"

"I have to show them I'm not going to listen to every darn thing they say. They can't control me. I have to show them that I'm an individual, not someone they can manipulate and force into something."

"So, why don't you leave? Get a job? Start a new life?"

"Yeah, like anyone's going to give a Malfoy a job now. I need the inheritance. But I also need to show them that I'm not going to indulge in their every whim and fancy. It's called conscious unparenting or something like that. I need to rebel. Plus, I just really want to piss my father off for getting me involved in that life scarring situation in the first place. "

Ginny shook her head impatiently. "Again, where do I come in?"

"You're the rebellion."

Ginny scoffed. "I-uh- what?"

"You're a Weasley. The biggest blood traitors there are."

"Oh, thank you," said Ginny sarcastically.

"Don't mention it," replied Draco with a smirk.

For a moment, Ginny smiled, but she turned into a scowl as she saw him looking.

"So, what say, Weasley? Will you help?"

Ginny shook her head uncertainly.

"Oh come on aren't you Gryffindorks always on about seeing the good in everyone? You have the chance to save two people. You guys speak of changing the world, making it a better place. Well, start by changing the bad people into good ones."

"Are you calling yourself bad?"

"No, that would be my parents," said Draco cheekily.

Ginny raised her eyebrow carefully.

Draco's face suddenly turned serious and he was no longer cocky. Instead, his tone was sincere.

"Look, they're not bad people. They just….they're confused. We all are. We chose the wrong side, all right? And we're hurt, damaged, and we just need to be brought back to the light. And because of our pride, which got recently tossed out the window for me, we are reluctant to admit that we need help."

Ginny sighed deeply. "Look, Malfoy, even if I do this, people are gonna talk, and it's just not normal, you know, I don't think –"

Draco cut her off. "Look, this is my final offer. One thousand galleons, no mention of this ever again, eight days, and I'll never bother you again."

Ginny closed her eyes, and let out a huff of air. "One thousand galleons?"

"Bet that'll pay for dear Ronniekins wedding."

"Ahhhh….what the hell? Why am I even considering this? I should just say no."

Draco looked at her expectantly.

Ginny shook her head disbelievingly, and grumbled. "Fine."

"Deal?"

"Deal."

"Deal's a deal, Weasley. No backing out."

"Weasleys never do."

Malfoy scoffed, which he quickly turned into a coughing fit as he earned a death glare from her.

"So, see you at the Malfoy Manor on the twenty fourth?"

"See you there," said Ginny formally.

Both nodded their heads in acknowledgement and walked off in opposite directions.