A/N : It's been years since I updated this, then I came across it and read some of the reviews and I felt bad for the people who had reviewed and were waiting for another chapter, so if any of the people who originally read this are reading it, Here you go!

I know everything is now amazingly Out of Canon...but I guess Draco/Ginny was NEVER going to be canon anyway! I also know that so many characters are amazingly OUT of character..but what the hell, might as well finish this fic now! This chapter is most likely the second last.

Chapter 12 – Does It Matter?

He felt her gasp in shock, but she didn't pull away. He kissed her more passionately. He didn't know why he was doing this, all he knew was that he had been waiting to for a very long time.

Then they heard the sound of steps coming towards them, and they swiftly pulled apart, and for a second, Draco felt as if he had been deprived of oxygen. He needed his mouth back on hers, screw whoever was coming.

"Who's there?" A voice called out. It was Argus Filch. Draco felt Ginny stiffen and it dawned on him what he had been doing.

"I know someone is there, and whoever it is, is going to be in big trouble!" Filch barked.

The romantic tension between them was replaced by a different kind of tension. Sheer panic.

"What are we going to do?" Ginny whispered to him.

In spite of the desperate situation, Draco felt a twinge of annoyance. Why did she always think that he had all the answers?

"I don't know..Try and hide!" he whispered back angrily, pushing her further round the rock, so that they were as out of sight as possible.

"I know someone is there." Filch's voice came closer this time. His flashlight spread across the surface of the pond, but narrowly missed the corner they were in.

Draco felt as if his breathing was too loud and even in the darkness he could see the look of absolute terror on Ginny's face.

Filch tutted in irritation. "I'll be back." He snarled. "With teachers. And a bigger flashlight. And I will be locking the school doors, so don't think you will be getting back inside!"

They waited for several minutes after his departing footsteps in silence before Ginny whispered "Do you think he's gone?"

"I bloody hope so." Draco said. "Quick, let's make a run for it."

"Did you hear what he said? The gates are locked!" Ginny hissed.

"Did you hear what he said? He's coming back. And hiding somewhere in the grounds has got to be a better alternative than freezing our asses off in this damn lake." Draco snapped back.

"Ok, turn your back." Ginny said.

"What?"

"Turn your back while I get out and changed." Ginny said.

Was she joking? "Weasley, this is no time to be a prude! Incase you haven't realised, we really need to get moving."

Draco climbed out of the water himself, and saw her avert her eyes. Whatever. He frantically threw on his clothes, and by the time that he had done, he saw that she was clothed too.

"Come on!" He shouted.

Together they ran back to the castle and, sure enough, the door was locked.

"What now?" Ginny asked him.

"Come round the side, I've got an idea."

"No way. I can't climb trees!"

They were standing infront of a large tree, where one of the branches happened to hang just outside a window on the second floor.

"Yes you can!" Draco snapped. "I know you can. Look, I'll give you a leg up."

She looked at him, anxiously.

"Weasley, I really do not want to be expelled, so I'm climbing up, whether you follow or you don't. Now, do you want a leg up or not?"

She nodded.

"Good girl."

Draco gave her a leg up, and watched her climb for a bit, before starting to climb himself, praying that the branches of the tree were strong enough.

Their luck held out. Ginny turned out to be a better climber than Draco had sceptically anticipated and, to his surprise, after a few minutes they were both sitting on the branch outside the large oval window.

Draco opened the lock with his wand, and they were standing in the corridor of the second floor moments later.

"If Filch is smart, he will have alerted the heads of houses, and they will have checked if anyone is missing from their dorms." Ginny said.

"Well, lucky for us, Filch isn't smart. Now scram, Weasley."

She started to say something, but obviously decided against it, and with an awkward wave, she was running towards where Gryffindor tower must have been.

Draco made his way back to the Slytherin common room without incident, and rushed to his bed, without waking anyone.

He lay there, his heart beating frantically. What a night. He started to think about what had in the lake. What he had almost done…Before his tired body gave way and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Ginny awoke the next morning, safely in her bed, she could hardly believe that the events of last night had really happened.

The fact that she had managed to get back into the school and into her dorm without being caught was crazy enough, but what had happened between her and Draco..that was even more crazy.

She went down to breakfast, yawning. She felt a sense of relief wave over her when a glance at the Slytherin table told her that Draco had also returned to his dorm unscathed.

"Life here is so boring." Ron grumbled next to her. "Every day seems the same."

"Ron! How can you even say that!" Hermione reprimanded him. "What about the time when…"

Ginny tuned out as Hermione went into a big list of all the eventful things that had occurred during their time at school, but tuned back in to hear Ron grumble "Well, nothing exciting has happened lately."

If only he knew.

Draco wasn't in a good mood. And he was going to bloody well make sure that everyone else knew it.

Lack of sleep and a horrible feeling of uncertainty had made him extremely irritable and he was snapping at everyone that came his way.

He had been back on talking terms with Blaise, but that swiftly went out the window when she asked him what was wrong, and he had sworn angrily in reply.

Even Crabbe and Goyle were avoiding him.

Then he saw Weasley walking down the corridor.

Great. The last person I want to see.

He turned around and started walking speedily in the other direction. She soon caught him up, after running slightly, and grabbed a hold of his arm.

"Weasley! Not here!" He snapped.

"Draco, we need to talk." She said, her brown eyes looking earnestly up at him. He felt his anger dissolve.

"Ok." He conceded. "But definitely not here. In the grounds tonight?"

She nodded her agreement. "Alright. Say about half eight."

"Ok. See you then." Draco said shortly.

She smiled at him, and walked off and Draco found himself watching her walk down the corridor.

"What's happening there?" Zach said, annoyingly coming out of nowhere at the worst possible time.

"Nothing." Draco said. But he couldn't stop himself from briefly smiling, before rearranging his face into a scowl.

Ginny never spent a lot of time doing her hair. She never spent a lot of time doing her make up either. And yet, here she was, sitting in front of her mirror, putting her hair up, then changing her mind and taking it down again, then pinning it back up multiple times.

"Hermione, how do you think my hair looks best?" She asked her friend.

"Down." Hermione said, not looking up from her book.

"Thanks." Ginny said, taking out the clips she had put in.

"Why?" Hermione asked, suddenly interested.

"Oh, no reason." Ginny smiled.

"A date?" Hermione smirked.

"Kind of…" Ginny said, as she brushed her hair.

"With James?"

"Who?"

"You know, that cute boy you were going to Hogsmeade with?" Hermione said, incredulously.

"Oh him. No."

"Then who?" Hermione really was interested now. She was up at the dresser with her hands on her hips and her book lay on the bed forgotten about.

"It's a secret." Ginny said.

"Tell me!!" Hermione demanded.

"Nope!" Ginny grinned. She applied some lipstick and smacked her lips together. "Right, I'm away!"

"Well, have fun.." Hermione said dubiously. "I hope this mystery date goes well!"

"It will!" Ginny said. "Oh, and Hermione?"

"Yes?" Hermione looked up from the book that she was back reading again.

Ginny winked. "Don't tell Ron!"

Hermione laughed. "Done! Now go!"

Ginny bounded down the steps and into the grounds. It was a lovely evening. As she made her way through the grounds, her mind was racing. What was really going on with her and Draco? And what did she want to be going on? And what did he want to be going on?

She was making her way towards the Quidditch Pitch when she saw a figure slouched down on the ground against a tree.

"Harry?" She said incredulously. "What are you doing there?"

"Just wanted some time out alone…" He said, dejectedly.

"Oh. Well..that's just as well cause I've really got to go-" Ginny interrupted.

"..But I don't mind you staying." He finished off.

"I'd love to, Harry, but I really can't, I've got somewhere to be." She said.

"Ginny. Please." He looked up at her.

"Ok." She said. "But I can't stay long."

"Where are you meant to be?" He asked.

"Kind of got a sort of date. So what's up with you?" She sat down next to him on the ground. There were fir leaves and it prickled.

"Just..everything really. I think Ron and Hermione like each other."

"So?" She asked.

"They're my best friends. The first real friends I had. I don't want to get left behind."

"Harry. You won't get left behind. They may love each other, but they will always love you as well. And they have always been there for you, why would it change now just because their feelings for each other have changed?"

Harry half smiled. "When did you get so mature, Ginny? Giving out good advice..going on dates.."

"Hey" She nudged him, "I only said it was a sort of date."

And then Harry did something unexpected. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.

She had waited for this for so long. She kissed him back. She felt nothing. How? After all of this time loving him..

Harry broke apart. "I..I shouldn't have done that." He said.

"It's..It's fine." She said, dazed. I don't love him anymore. I love someone else…

She stood up, quickly. "Harry, you've just done me a huge favour, you've just totally clarified something I already knew I felt!" She bent down and kissed him on the forehead and ran to meet Draco.

She arrived at the Quidditch pitch and looked around, but he wasn't there. Checking her watch, she saw that she was ten minutes late.

She should have known Malfoy wouldn't have waited. He hated late-ness.

Disappointed, she walked back to the castle, with the intention of sending him an owl.

She walked the long way back to the castle, in case he had taken a walk around the grounds and sure enough, she saw him standing by the lake, gazing over at the rock that they had hidden behind the other night.

"There you are!" She said, pushing him lightly. "Sorry I'm late."

He turned around, his face stony.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"What's wrong." He repeated blankly. "What's wrong. Why would anything be wrong?"

"I don't know, you just seemed kind of –"

"Have fun with Harry?" He said, in the same blank tone.

"What?" She asked, a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"I saw you." He said. "I saw the two of you.."

"Draco, it wasn't like that..." She said frantically.

"You finally got what you wanted. The great Harry Potter to like you." He said. The blank tone had gone. He sounded angry now. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you!" She exclaimed. "Harry kissed me! I didn't want him to!"

"You looked like you were enjoying it to me!" He snarled.

"Well, I wasn't!" She said, trying to make him understand. "It meant nothing at all!"

"I had you down all wrong. As sweet. And innocent. I think we both know that's not the case!" He shouted.

Ginny felt herself get angry now. It was like he was deliberately trying not to understand. And now he was just throwing insults at her, without giving her a chance to properly explain the Harry thing.

"And what the hell is that meant to mean?" She yelled at him.

"For someone that doesn't want to go around doing a lot of kissing…you seem to be doing a hell of a lot to me!"

"What?! Draco!" She yelled.

"Is that even all you've done? What about that night when you didn't get to bed because you were up "talking" with Harry? Are you sure that's what you were really doing?"

"Yes!" She snapped.

"And then there was James. Who knows what really went on there!"

"Nothing! Just like nothing went on with Harry! And I didn't know it would upset you so much! It's not..it's not like you're my boyfriend, is it? We're just friends...if you can even call it that!"

"Well, I don't think I would call it that! Not now." Draco said.

"Why? Why are you so upset about me and Harry ? Last night..you kissed me. Does this mean it meant something? Or were you just toying with me like you do with everyone else!" Ginny demanded.

"What the hell does it matter now?" Draco said softly.

"It matters to me." She said.

"I doubt that, since I just saw you kissing someone else." He snapped.

"Draco. It did matter. It does matter. Does it matter to you?" She said, pleadingly.

"No." He said. "It doesn't. Not any more." And he walked away.

Ginny knew that she had never felt real heartbreak with Harry, because, as she watched Draco walk away, she felt as if her heart had been ripped out.