Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Draco is in his seventh year, Ginny in her sixth. Nothing that happened in HBP or DH will be found in this story; The Trio is here, Dumbledore is not dead, etc. Huge thanks to my wonderful beta-reader, desertraincloud!

Ginny walked rapidly through the walls of Hogwarts. She was completely infuriated. All this homework to do, and she was not able to find a place where she would not be disturbed. The Gryffindor common room had become the favourite spot for couples who wanted to snog; Ron and Hermione, Harry and Luna, Neville and Parvati, Dean and Lavender. All this love. It was utterly unbearable.

She was left with one choice: the library and the insufferable Madam Pince.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she did not hear someone approaching and forcefully bumped into them. All her books, parchments and quills fell to the floor. She bent over to pick them up while trying to apologize at the same time.

"I'm really sorry. I wasn't looking. I hope I…"

A cold sneer stopped her dead. "Oh no!" she thought. "Not him! Not now!" She tilted her head to check and yes, there he was, Draco Malfoy, looking down at her maliciously.

"My, my, the little Weaslette has sure grown up."

At these words, Ginny realized that her blouse was slightly open and her position gave Malfoy a great view of her cleavage. She blushed furiously and standing up, tried to adjust her clothing. She regained her composure, or at least, tried to.

"Why, thank you Malferret. Nonetheless, I don't know if it's a compliment. I mean, coming from you, Death Eater-to-be."

Draco's face hardened instantly.

"You're right Weaslette, it was only charity. I thought that you could use a few compliments as much as you could use a few galleons."

"Very funny, Malfoy. Well, if you'll excuse me now, I have homework to do and not enough time. So, good evening Ferret!"

She ran to the library, increasingly angry. How could Malfoy have done such a thing! Staring at her as she was a piece of meat! What a….prat!

She tried to calm herself as she entered the library, and chose a table at the back of the room.

Several hours later, she was still working on her Potions' essay, unable to understand a single thing. She checked her watch: 9:00 PM. Great! She had missed dinner!

"Damn Snape and his stupid homework!"

"Need some help?"

"Malfoy, can't you let me be? Why would you want to help me? Charity once again?"

"Merlin! Someone's touchy tonight. I was just trying to be nice."

She laughed. "Nice? You? Oh please! What do you want? I mean, really. Money? You know I don't have any. Or maybe you just want to humiliate me. Yeah, I suppose you could try that…"

"Relax, Weaslette. You seem to have trouble with this; I simply propose to help you, for a little reward, of course."


"Don't worry, I won't be too mean." He smirked.

"Yeah sure. You know what? Just forget me, and go fuck one of your whores!"

His smirk grew wider.

"My, my….am I perceiving jealousy, Miss Weasley?"

"Not even in your dreams Malfoy."

This time, he almost laughed.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Look, I can help you with this. Later, we'll see about the little reward."

She sighed deeply. Maybe it was a big trap but the Potions' essay was really hard and Hermione had always told her that despite his behaviour, Malfoy was a very good student.

She finally nodded. "Okay…"

During the following two hours, Malfoy explained every point and helped her finish her essay. He then walked her to the Gryffindor common room. Ginny did not know how to react, she felt very awkward about this sudden change.

"Well thanks for the essay, Dra-Malfoy."

He smirked. "Did I just almost hear Draco, Weaslette?"

"Once again, in your dreams."

"Oh, really. Well, what about a little bet?"

"Excuse me?"

"I bet that you will not be able to keep calling me Malfoy. You'll call me Draco before I ever say Ginny. By the way, what's your real name?"

"Ginny is fine."

She suddenly felt embarrassed, and her cheeks reddened. Malfoy seemed rather amused by her reaction.

"Come on, tell me, I won't laugh."

"Okay." And then she whispered, as if someone could hear them in the deserted hallway of the castle. "Ginevra."

"Ginevra…" He had a strange smirk. "Are you okay with the bet, then? The first one who calls the other by their first name loses the bet."

He saw her hesitate. "Don't worry. I won't ask for money."

"Malfoy, you really are insufferable, you know."

"Temper, Weaslette that was just a joke. So the winner gets to ask whatever he wants of the other one. Sounds good?"

She knew it was stupid to make a bet with Malfoy, Merlin only knew what he could do! Nonetheless, she could win, and she could ask anything she wanted of Draco Malfoy, her worst enemy.

"All right, I'm in."

"Interesting. Well, have a good night, Weaslette."

He turned to leave, but stopped suddenly, as if forgetting something. He slowly came towards her and held her by the waist. She looked at him with questioning eyes. "About my little reward…" He whispered huskily. Then he kissed her. Ginny knew she should have shoved him away but oh Merlin! She would have never thought that someone as cold as him could have such soft lips. He cupped her cheek with his other hand and she closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss despite herself. This was so sweet and so unmalfoyish. As she began to respond to the kiss, he slowly freed her lips, and she opened her eyes. Expecting his usual arrogant smirk, she found instead deep grey eyes staring at her. She could feel his hot breath on her mouth; she wondered if he was going to kiss her again, but he only whispered: "Well, I guess the bet can now begin, Miss Weasley." He slowly released her and left without turning back, leaving a completely stunned Ginny Weasley, her fingers absentmindedly touching her swollen lips.