Ginny was quite pleased with herself. The story had been a success - causing a delicious outbreak of gossip in the wizarding world. And that's what every journalist wants, for their story to be talked about.

Ginny had been so happy with herself she'd treated herself to a chocolate muffin, and was enjoying it when her coworker interuppted her.

"Gin, I've got the most fabulous interview scheduled!" Amanda giggled, twirling her brown hair round her finger.

Ginny looked at her in interest. "Really, who's it with?"

"Draco Malfoy." Amanda squealed, and Ginny nearly choked on her pastry.

"What are you interviewing him for?" Ginny asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing.

"Well, you know how your story's been getting about town like wildfire," Amanda began, grinning all over the place. "Apparently he said he would be pleased to do an interview with us on the juicier details, and Maggie said I could have the job!"

Ginny felt ill. "Just how juicy?" She asked.

"Oh, you know, I'm going to try and get him to drop names. I mean, really Gin, where'd you get your information anyways? You must know who the lucky girl was. And hopefully if all goes well today, so will all our readers!"

All our readers, Ginny thought dully as Amanda skipped off gleefully. Including mum and dad, and Fred and George, and Bill and Charlie , and Percy and-- Ron. Ooh, they weren't going to like this one bit.

AAAHHH!!! THIS IS GOING SOOOOO WELL!!!!!!!!!!
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Amanda crossed her right leg over her left leg, straightened her glasses and poised the Peacock feather Quill an inch or so from her mouth and stared at the door. Then she changed her mind and crossed the left leg over the right and began scribbling garbage on the parchment in front of her.
There was knock at the door and Draco Malfoy entered. Amanda paused and with an air of great irritation she sighed and looked up.

"Oh." she said with mock surprise, "Mr Malfoy. I totally forgot our meeting was today!" she lied through her grin, "Please do take a ... seat" Draco had made himself comfortable in chintz armchair by the fireplace and was rummaging around for something in his coat pocket.
"Sooo...Mr Malfoy. You said you would ... urm ... allow me access into your more ... jjuiciersecrets," Amanda faltered.

"Funny. I thought you forgot about this meeting," Draco said coldly, pulling out a cigar from his pocket.

"Well...yes I did...but I ... urm ... rrememberedwhat it was about," She stopped and llookedat the floor, before removing her glasses and faced Draco.

"You Prophet reporters." he snarled. He lit the cigar and took a pull from it, then made it levitate in front of him and turned to Amanda, "I'll tell you something that will get you recognized throughout the country. Call the report ... How the Weasel stole my muffins"
Amanda began writing manically on her parchment as Draco spoke.
....

Ginny reread her final attempt at the recent Goblin revolt in Transylvania, then allowed the parchment to roll itself up and she sat back. Amanda came scurrying out of the interview room, her cheeks flushed and a thick wad of parchment tucked under her arm.

"Hey! AMANDA!" Ginny called. Amanda looked up at Ginny, then lowered her head and carried on at her quick pace out of their office. Ginny raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the mug of coffee in front of her.

The interview room door burst open and Draco malfoy stood, leaning against the door frame. Ginny choked on her coffee and had to dab her goblin report clean with her robes.

Draco flicked his wand and a chocolate muffin appeared on Ginny's desk. She stared at it incredously.

"A present. believe me, it'll be the last chocolate muffin you'll want to eat in years," he snarled before turning and stalking out of the office.

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I'll leave what he said about her to someone else!!!
*baby ice*

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OHHH!!! ANTICIPATION BREWS!!! Sorry guys, but I have no ideas for this! Hurry up and write!! I cant wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love what you wrote, Baby Ice!

~Ryoko~

Ginny scowled at the door for a few moments after he'd walked through it, muttereing nonesense about what an annoying-

"Ginny," Amanda said, her tone slightly angry. "What did you do that for? I was right in the middle of an interview!"

Ginny turned her scowl to Amanda. "I know," she said frankly.

"Don't you care if I get a good article or not?" Amanda paused, then her eyes widened a bit. "You just want all the recognition for yourself, don't you," she said, her tone now bitter.

"Of course I care, 'manda, I just-"

"You just what?" Amanda said, hands on her hips.

Ginny faltered. She couldn't exactly tell Amanda that Draco had kissed her (Or had she kissed him? She couldn't quite remember anymore.) - not without it ending up getting published in the Prophet. Ginny swallowed. Amanda began tapping her foot.

"Well?" she asked.

"I'm sorry?" Ginny tried.

Amanda raised her eyebrows.

"I'm really sorry. I just...wanted to protect Draco's rights." She burst out.

"Huh?" Amanda asked.

"You see," Ginny said, making it up as she went along, "if you ask too much of Draco he could sue and you could get in trouble and Draco you-"

"Hold it," Amanda said, putting a hand. "Did you just call him Draco?"

Ginny resisted the urge to slap a hand over her mouth and clamp it there to prevent any further displays of idiocy.

"I've never heard you call him that before," Amanda said, her eyes looking snappish. "Care to tell dear Mandy here why you've gone from 'disgusting ferret scum' to 'Draco dearest'?"

"I didn't say 'Draco dearest'," Ginny hissed, turning away from Amanda, "all I said was Draco. And that's his name, isn't it?"

"But you never use it!" Amanda said, clutching her papers to her chest. "Now I know why, Ginny, I know why! It's so romantic, isn't it?" She squealed.

Ginny whirled around and stared at her coworker in horror. "Romantic?" Ginny echoed, saying the word like it was a rotten vegetable. Then she regained her composure and twirled away from her again, heading down a hall, determined to ignore Amanda.

"And it'll sell like hotcakes!" Amanda added, and Ginny stopped walking. "Or," Amanda continued, stretching out the word, "some other warm, delicious pastry. Yes, it'll sell like warm muffins on a cold morning--"

"Stop it!" Ginny hissed rushing back to her and flapping her hands wildly. "Keep it down, you insufferable bint!"

Amanda giggled, hiding her blushing cheeks behind her story. "But it's such a good love story, Ginny, let me print it!"

Ginny hit her in the arm. "No!" She protested. "You don't understand, do you? My family will be furious!"

Amanda finally stopped gushing and looked at her, bewildered. "But Ginny, you're twenty five. What does it matter that your family hates somebody? Should they still be governing your life?"

Life at the Weaseley's hsd come to an abrumpt halt as soon as they set eyes on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

"Why I'd like, no love, to grind my fist..."
"into the git's face and..."
"knee 'im in the..."
"Boys!" Mrs Weasely eyed her twins fiercely."We don't know that any of this is true, we'll just pay a little visit to Ginny." She was about to get a handful of floo powder when suddenly stopped by her youngest son.
"That's just it mum! This is all that white haired piece of scum's fault!" Ron had turned red in the face from anger, the paper crumpled in his white fists.
"Now Ron, calm down. I'm sure, uhhhh" But Ron Weasely had already apparated.

Why was it that weather was so deceptive? When Ginny had woken up that morning, feeling pretty down in the dumps, she had glanced upon a beautiful sunlit day. For a split second everything had seemed all right. For a second Draco Malfoy had not just ruined her entire life.

A couple of minutes later the rain began.

It was mildly depressing, she considered as she gazed out the window, how the weather was the only constant in her life. She was sure there was a song a bit like that...

It was a lie though. Ginny wasn't really thinking about the weather. It just seemed like the most obvious thing to tell herself she was thinking about. Overall it was a confusing process.

As stained blue pennies of water dropped from the sky, there was only one thing on her mind. Draco Malfoy. Suffocating him. Poisoning him. Kissing him until he apologized for making her Friday hellish. It was frustrating the way she wanted to accomplish two things at the same time. He'd be no good for kissing if she killed him, after all.

Her eyes flitted back to the headline:

Weasley Steals Chocolate Muffin and Heart of Malfoy

In an exclusive interview with Amanda DeVille, the well known wizard, Draco Malfoy, admitted his love for chocolate muffins and how they helped him meet the girl of his dreams. But who was this girl? None other then our own Virginia Weasley!

Ginny stopped there. It said it all really. The word being mightier then the sword had won. Everyone from her family to the man at the bakers was under the impression that she was having a fling with Malfoy.

Revenge. A dish best served cold? Isn't that what he'd done? Then again this article had to have an affect on him...didn't it? People wouldn't just think she was having a fling, but that he was in love with her.

A slight smile curled her lips. Well if it was a girlfriend he wanted, it was going to be one he got. That is to say, an obsessive, jealous, embarrassing girlfriend, who would make his every waking moment a living hell.

Picking up the phone, she ordered a basket of muffins to be delivered to the Draco's office at the Ministry.

'The card? Oh...how about...My darling Draco...After that...Yes....It's spelt D for dog, R for rabbit, A for animal, C for cow and O for orange,' she paused and waited for the mans reply. 'My darling Draco, after that lovely surprise this morning, all I can think of is you. Believe me when I say I'll be giving you just what you deserve. Sign it? Oh...Your naughty Vixen...'

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Wow that was very very well written and a good idea smashed_sunshine! I hope you keep on adding on to this!

Draco finished the last word on the parchment with a flourish, dropped his quill, and tilted his chair back against the wall.

"Delivery for Mr. Malfoy," said a female voice at the door.

"Come in," Draco said, using his wand to open the office door.

"This basket just came for you," a rather unattractive blonde said, unceremoniously placing the basket on his desk. "There's a note inside."

"Thanks," Draco muttered distractedly as she left the office. A warm aroma caught his scent. He lifted the cloth off of the basket.

Chocolate muffins.

He grinned, and was about to dig in when a letter seemed to fly out of the basket and into his face, nearly tipping his chair over.

'My darling Draco, after that lovely surprise this morning, all I can think of is you. Believe me when I say I'll be giving you just what you. Love, Your naughty Vixen.'

For the second time, Draco's chair nearly toppled back.

Weasley. What was she thinking? Was she trying to wage war on him or something? What the hell was "your little vixen" supposed to mean?

But by the looks of that note, Ginny Weasley seemed to know something he didn't. And Draco didn't like that. What did she mean by "that lovely surprise"?

"Mr. Malfoy?" came the voice at the door again.

"Come in," Draco said, not looking up.

"I just read this article and I thought it might interest you."

Draco picked up the paper as she handed it to him and he told her she could go.

Weasley Steals Chocolate Muffin and Heart of Malfoy

This time, Draco really did tip his chair over.

NAC...again sorry

Wow this is getting REALLY good! Keep up the good work everyone and I hope that Tari plans on adding onto it because you did an awesome job as well! Woo I can't wait to read more!

Heya....this is quite long....At least my longest yet.....
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CRACK!
"Ginny! Is it true?" came Ron's abrubt demand.
"Why...hello to you too Ronald Weasley, and how was your day?" Ginny replied patronisingly, not taking her eye of the cauldron she was stiring in the kitchen.
"Don't play stupid with me Gin. Is it true?" Ron shouted again.
Ginny turned to face her brother, he was brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet at her almost threateningly.
"Do be careful, brother dearest" she spat, "you could take someone's eye out with that,"
"You're even starting to sound like him! God!" He threw the paper at the door, causing the flat to shake and a few photo frames to fall from the wall and shatter.
"Ron! Control your temper! I see you've seen the garbage spewing out of the Daily Prophet lately... well ... if that's what you think of me," she made to leave the kitchen, but suddenly her fireplace was full of Weasleys, pouring from it like water.
"GINNY!" Bellowed Fred striding towards her, she turned to get away from him, but came face to face with Ron, who stood with his arms folded and a scowl equal to Fred's.
"BOYS! STOP THIS INSTANT!" The three boys halted and turned to face their mother, "Ginny, a word if you will...In PRIVATE!" she barked at the twins and Ron.
She strode over to Ginny, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into Ginny's bedroom.
"Virginia, what do you mean by this? Are you purposely trying to cause a rift between the family? You know how your brothers hate him!" Mrs Weasley demanded.
"Mum!-"
"Not that I'm trying to stop you from seeing who you want, I don't care who you like and don't like...It's just. couldn't you have picked someone a bit..." she searched for the word.
"Nicer?" Ginny volenteered. "Don't worry mum. I'm not seeing him. He's just a vindictive little brat with nothing better to do with his time than waste it filing hoax reports on me!"
"But. I don't understand! The report it sai-"

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
"Ron?" Ginny and Mrs Weasley sprang to the door and flung it open. Ron had taken a running jump in an attempt to knock someone over, instead he'd missed and had gone flying into the lamp. George and Fred meanwhile had pinned the person Ron had tried to attack to the wall and where punching him.
"You. Lousy. Son of a-" Fred emphasised each word with a blow from his fist.
"FRED!" Ginny screamed, diving forward and trying to break him off of the Silver blond man underneath their attack.
She felt someone tugging her backwards and away from the fight. She resisted as hard as she could, but the person was too strong.
BANG!
A white light filled the room and everyone stopped. Mrs Weasley stood with her wand high in the air staring at the scene in front of her.
"Never in all my life," she murmured, "Ginny. Take the boy and get out of here. I'll deal with you later!" she shot at the three boys now lying on the floor.
Ginny grabbed Draco and sped out of her flat.
He pulled away from her grasp.
"Why did you save me?" he asked, blood bubbling from a corner in his mouth ...

Meh. I want to add more, but I cant seem to figure out what to say. I'll try a little.
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Ginny was nonchalant with her answer, shrugging a shoulder carelessly and saying, "You needed saving. I know what my brothers are like, especially how strong they are."
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Argh. I dont know, I cant think of anything. I'll lurk a bit more until I can regain my thoughts. You can scratch that out whoever writes next if you had an idea fo rhte answer to Draco's question.

~Ryoko~

PS:This is going great just like Cursed4Life said!! *squeal*

..."Don't think I did it in your best interests. Anyone deserves saving from a Weasley's wrath."

Draco looked like he wasn't quite sure what facial expression he should use. "Does that mean that you're about to spare me from your wrath?"

Ginny scowled. "I'm an exception. You deserve my wrath for coming to my flat uninvited."

"I deserve your wrath?" Draco seethed. "You're the one who sent me that letter. What the hell was that?"

Ginny shrugged. She'd forgotten about being soppy and romatic and an overly annoying 'girlfriend' to him. He was just so damned infuriating. And she wasn't quite sure why. All he'd done was come to her flat. It wasn't against the law. It wasn't as though he'd broken in (although he had done that before. She mentally put that in a list of "things that give me reason to be infuriated with him"). But he was always annoying her and always there, even if it had only been for the past few days.

Maybe she liked the distraction.

But no, that was idiotic. This was Draco - no, Malfoy - Malfoy she was talking about. The selfish prat who was nothing more than, well, something that she couldn't quite think of at the moment. But she rested assured that it was something very annoying.

"Like what you see?" he was saying, snapping Ginny away from her thoughts. She just realized that she had been staring at him.

She scowled again. "Of course not," she said, even though she had to admit, as much as she hated herself for it, that she did.

"Then answer my question," he said. "What was that letter about?"

Ginny smirked, and Draco covered his surprise at seeing it. "Oh, you'll see," she said. "You'll see."

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Ooh...someone hurry up and post more! This is going so well - I wanna write more!

"Well I don't very well think I should have to wait, my naughty vixen..." Draco said, almost hissing the last part like a snake.

Ginny giggled at the thought of the note. "Oh, I did put that in, didn't I?" She murmured, amused and distracted.

Draco rolled his eyes. "It wasn't very creative, I mean, naughty vixen is hardly original. You could've made it something wittier, like Your Sexy Muffin or something...." He trailed off, in thought.

Ginny burst into laughter. "Your Sexy Muffin?!" She managed between snorts. "Your... sexy... oh God, Malfoy, that's rich."

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running out the door...

I can't think of anything to write. I must say this is going splendidly... but I am without inspiration.

Oh well, I'll give it a shot.

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"Well, now that we have agreed on your nickname, what do you suppose we do?"

Ginny glanced at him quizzically. "Do? And just why would I do something with you? Just because I saved your life doesn't mean I want to spend time with you. And I'm not your sexy muffin!"

Draco had to control his laughter as he responded to each of her comments. "One. You left your house with me, and I came to pick you up for our date. Two. You don't have to want to spend time with me to emjoy it. And three. Fine, you can be my uptight innocent muffin."

At this, she could not control herself. "I am NOT uptight! AND, I am not going on a date with you!"

Eyes flaring, Draco smirked. "You sure about that? Because it's my turn to retaliate, dear Virginia, and I have this whole evening planned out. Unless, of course, you would rather I did something worse?"

She muttered under her breath and reluctantly followed.

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Eh. *shrug*

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked, wincing that she was whinging.

"You'll see, muffin," he said with a smirk.

"Hey!" Ginny said as they continued walking. "You can't use my own line against me! It's not fair."

Draco glanced at her. "All's fair in love and war."

Ginny scowled, even though she thought that her and Draco's relationship was a lot more war that love. Actually, there wasn't any love in it at all. Draco was an ignorant prat who-

Someone grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards them. Ginny gasped.

"You think too much," Draco said. It had been he who grabbed her, but he still wasn't releasing her. "You almost just walked into a wall."

Ginny scowled. "Thanks," she muttered grudgingly.

"Anytime."

"You can let go of now."

"Oh," Draco said, dropping his hands and taking a step away. "Right."

They resumed walking.

"You don't like me very much, do you," Draco said. It wasn't a question, but Ginny treated it as such.

"No," she said, trying to be firm. "I really don't."

"Well, that's a relief," he said, not looking at her. "I don't really like you either."

Ooh, Ginny thought to herself, I'll kill him. I'll strangle him. She curled her hands into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.

"Here we are," Draco finally piped up, swinging open a door so abruptly that Ginny almost ran into it. She slipped around it and went in behind him, noticing bitterly that he didn't even hold the door for her.

"Ah, young mister Malfoy!" The maitre d' greeted Draco enthusiastically, picking up two elegant menus as they stepped into the posh foyer. "Two for seven, yes? Right on time, as usual!"

Draco slipped out of what looked like a very expensive coat and someone appeared to take it. The coatman then turned to her expectantly.

"Oh," she murmured, as she clumsily pulled off her purple peacoat. The coatman bustled away, and the maitre d' smiled widely. "Right this way, sir and madam."

The restaurant was like nothing she'd ever seen. Everywhere you turned it looked like someone had spent a thousand Galleons decorating. Austere looking couples were having extravagant dinners, sipping lovely wine. Ginny wondered if anyone in her family was even allowed to step into such a place.

Suddenly her simple skirt and top felt shabby and dirty. She noticed a stray thread on her sleeve, and she covered it with her hand lamely, feeling very ashamed. Ginny didn't belong here. Not at all.

"Here we are, then," the maitre d' said suavely, pulling out a chair for her at a lovely table for two. They were right beside a large bay window which looked out over the moonlit city. Twinkling stars winked at her and she felt a bit more comfortable when the maitre d' left them alone.

It seems like you guys both posted at the same time-ish so I'm just going to pretend that the second post happened while they were in the restaurant and carry on.

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Ginny tried to thrust the sickle back into his hands.

"It's none of your business," she said.

He didn't accept the money. "You already took it. Tell me what you were thinking."

"The thing was flying right at me. Of course I'm going to catch it. That doesn't mean I accepted it."

"Oh yes it does," Draco argued, pushing the sickle back into her hands.

"No it doesn't," she said. She placed the sickle next to his plate. Her hand brushed against his gently and she pretended not to notice.

"Fine," he said. She couldn't help but notice that he was smirking.

"What?" she asked, momentarily forgetting the argument.

"Appetizers are here," Draco said. And before Ginny knew what he was on about, he had flung salad dressing at her.

Ginny let out a squeal as it covered her face, obscuring her vision.

"You..."

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EvilRyokoJesse, I wasn't getting rid of your line! I added the little three dot things (whatever they're called) 'cause I was simply continuting it. Thanks for the icon complement. Ewan McGregor rocks my socks.

Anyway, this is going great. Just let me say that I love food fights and I couldn't resist maybe starting one. Depends what the next person wants...

Ooh, Tari, I love your icon too. Ewan is my absolute favorite actor of all time. I have around 17 pictures of him taped to my bedroom walls.

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Ginny sputtered, wiping the dressing off her face indignantly. She then looked around frantically, hoping that no one had noticed his behavior. Honestly he of all people should know better --

Again. He'd thrown food at her again, this time a dinner roll. It had bounced off her forehead and she watched it roll off the table and onto the floor.

She dug her fingers into the tablecloth. "Stop it," she said, part of her hoping he wouldn't so that his perfect reputation could be ruined by a single smashing story in the Prophet about him acting like a two year old in a restaurant. She felt her fingers inching toward her plate in anticipation.

"Stop what?" Draco asked, putting on as innocent of a face as a Malfoy could muster. "This?" He goaded her, throwing a carrot at her. "Does my muffin not like food fights?"

Ginny flung the contents of her salad plate at him, across the table. Dressing soaked vegetables slid down his face, into his lap, all over his perfect, expensive clothes. A waiter came by to take their order, and stopped short.

"Would the gentleman like a napkin?" The waiter inquired.

Ginny felt a wicked smirk spread across her lips, and he stood up and with a swish of his wand and a whispered, "Scourgify", his clothes were clean.

"It's fine, we'll just be going," he said to the waiter, taking Ginny's wrist firmly and dragging her out of the restaurant.

As soon as they had stumbled out onto the street outside, Ginny twisted her wrist out of his grip and clutched it to herself, glaring. "What was that about?" She snapped.

Draco turned and smiled at her. It was a wicked smile. "I figured if you wanted to make such a mess, it'd be much more enjoyable somewhere else. Somewhere more comfortable?"

She eyed him suspiciously. "What did you have in mind?" She asked, half-dreading the answer.

He pulled her close to him. "My place?"

They apparated.

As soon as they appeared in his loft, Ginny wrenched herself away from him again, and her eyes darted back and forth between his very expensive, large apartment decor and him.

"If you want to make a mess," he had began, walking off towards what Ginny guessed was the kitchen, "it might as well be with something fun..."

She stared at his retreating back, wondering if she should follow. She decided against it, opting to look around the place instead. He was quite nosy at her place, she had every right to be nosy about his. The only difference was she was slightly afraid as to what she might find. His father, of course, was a Death Eater, why shouldn't Draco be one as well?

And the apartment of a Death Eater had to have something incriminating. She faltered in her thoughts, as she tested the comfort of a large, grey couch. Did she want to find something incriminating? Did she want to get Draco in trouble? Did she really want to delve that deep into his personal life?

She answered herself by opening a drawer in his coffee table. The ever intrepid reporter, she thought to herself vaguely, and nothing more than a Quidditch magazine greeted her eye.

"Curiosity killed the cat," Draco's voice said in her ear, and she jumped. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and was pleasantly surprised to see he had changed into a more comfortable shirt and was carrying a bottle of wine.

"But I'm not a cat," she said, as he slid into the seat beside her and set about opening the bottle. "I'm a reporter."

"You're neither," he said vaguely, fiddling with a corkscrew. "You're neither feline nor reporter while you're here. You're just a muffin, waiting to be eaten."

Ginny sent him a venomous glare, before eying the bottle with interest. "No cups?" She noted.

"Not for what I've got planned," Draco said, finally opening it and inhaling it's strong scent.

Ginny opened another drawer in his coffee table and was sifting through some girly magazines when she felt a sudden chill at her neck and realized Draco had poured wine onto her skin.

She shrieked and wiped it off, and then noticed he looked very displeased. "Will you stop preening yourself just a moment?" He snapped. "I was trying to have some fun with you. Now lean back, kitten."

Ginny refused, but stayed still as he drizzled some more of the no doubt expensive wine onto her, and then went and lapped it off of her. "There," he said, his voice very soft, "that's how you make a proper mess." The bottle tipped and it ran down her collarbone, to the valley between her breasts. Draco leaned in.

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Long, I know. Have fun, though.

Against her wishes Ginny's breathing became uneven. She felt her eyes flutter closed for a moment or two. Draco's tongue made contact with her neck. Her eyes snapped open. Ginny sat up quickly.

"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Cleaning up my mess," he said.

Even though Ginny had sat up, their faces were within inches. She told herself to move away, move far away, but for some reason hearing his breathing in time with hers was oddly comforting.

"I never said you could-"

"What, did you want me to ask?" Draco said. "That'd be a real turn on. 'Hey Ginny, mind if I snog you?'"

Ginny could feel his breath on her face and her eyes fluttered shut again. He was drawing patterns with his fingers on her knee and Ginny was finding it hard to tell him to stop. But she had to tell him to stop - he was a Malfoy and she was a Weasley and it wasn't right and he shouldn't be looking at her like that and his hair shouldn't be so perfect and his hair shouldn't smell so good and his lips shouldn't be so close and his touch shouldn't be so intoxicating and-

Ginny opened her mouth to tell him that he should just piss off. She couldn't seem to get it out.

"Draco," was all she could mutter before he covered her lips with his.

There was only one thought running through Ginny's frantic mind as Draco's hands began to move lower on her body, and he splashed her face with kisses.

He tasted way better than any chocolate muffin she'd ever had.

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Yup. That's it.

NaC
Wow, you guys post fast.
I'd add more, but I don't do these scenes.

NaC

*sighs* It seems like no one does these kinds of scenes. I can't very well post again after I just posted! Come on people, we're doing so well! Just give it a try...please?

Well, me to the rescue! Although, I'd like to remind you that no explicit scenes are allowed anyways. Hee. So voila.

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But all thoughts of muffins were banished as Draco's hand slipped up under her top, his long, elegant fingers playing against the warm skin of her tummy.

"Tell me, muffin vixen," he whispered against her ear, "tell me what you want."

She made a soft gutteral noise in her throat, almost purring at the sensations of warmth racing through her body. Warmth from his hot breath fallign across her ear, from his fingers as they traced patterns on her skin, from his proximity.

"Well?" He goaded her, latching his teeth onto her ear, his tongue flicking out at the lobe.

"Stop it," she heard herself say, pushing at his chest - a strong, broad chest that made her toes curl - and tried to turn her face away. Unfortunately the only way she could turn forced her to face him head on, staring into his eyes. Why hadn't she ever noticed them?

She'd always considered herself to have a soft spot for eyes, especially since her crush on Harry. But Harry's eyes were warm, exuding a soft green glow that was comfortable and friendly. Draco's eyes were entirely something else - silvery grey. They weren't warm, they were steely and cold, and yet at that moment they sent a sizzling heat throughout her veins, and she inhaled sharply. The paradoxical ideal that his eyes could freeze and melt at the same time brought on a rush of emotions and her head felt light.

Draco brushed his nose against Ginny's, as if coaxing a better answer out of her. "You want me to stop?" He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice as his free hand slid down her bare leg, where her skirt had ridden up from their surprising position. "Really?"

"No," she breathed, "don't. Don't--" Ginny gasped as he trailed wet kisses along her jawline. "Don't stop."

It was enough permission for Draco, and he attacked her mouth abruptly. He nudged her knees apart with one of his own, and she let out a soft coo at the new intimacy.

Hours passed, and Ginny felt, later, as she laid in his warm arms, that she had not been fully lucid throughout the ordeal. Lord, she thought to herself, I'm calling it an ordeal. Wasn't there supposed to be more to a relationship than an almost business-like curtness? Not that they were in a relationship, she grimaced at the thought of explaining that to everyone, no matter what the Prophet claimed. Now she felt as though she had attended an appointment, and that perhaps she was expected to leave.

But again another paradox - a seemingly contradictory situation - arose. Though now she felt detached and ignored, the sex itself had been anything but business like. It was full of passion, like nothing else she had ever experienced.

Ginny curled up, leaning further into his loose embrace. She looked at his sleeping face stubbornly. Well if he wanted her to leave she wouldn't. He couldn't make her. And in fact in his current state he looked very incapable of doing anything. Draco looked helpless, beautiful, and innocent. Ginny barely restrained a snort.

*glomps vanillapuf for saving the RR*

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"Like what you see?"

Startled, Ginny jumped slightly in Draco's arms. She scowled and blushed slightly as she realized Draco had noticed her looking at him, even with his eyes closed. She didn't reply.

Draco smirked as he opened his eyes and adjusted himself on the bed so that he was on his side and facing her. "That's what I thought."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I should go," she said. She motioned to pull the covers off.

He grabbed her arm. The gentleness of his touch startled her, and she looked back at him.

He moved in so that his face was less than a centimeter away. He tilted his head to the side and kissed her jaw.

"Not without breakfast," he said, kissing her several more times.

"I don't-"

He covered her mouth with his to silence her. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered:

"I've got muffins."

NaC

BAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!! MUFFINS!!!!!!! That's just great. *giggle*

Puf, I'm such an idiot. You made a typo and put 'fallign' instead of 'falling' and i thought you were using big words again. lol. I even looked it up on dictionary.com before I realized my mistake. *whistles*

Bah. I have no ideas. My mind is in a Ginzuisho mood......*scampers off to type more of her CCS fic*

~Ryoko~

Draco hopped up from the bed, and Ginny blushed at the sight of his half-clothed body. Dark green boxers hung loosely at his waist.

About to walk out of the bedroom door, he turned on his heel and gave Ginny an intent stare. "Don't even think about leaving. I'm going to get breakfast. We'll eat it in bed."

Without another word, he soundlessly made his way into the kitchen.

Ginny sighed, letting herself fall back and hit the pillows. There was wave of emotions crashing at her insides, and she had no idea how to deal with them.

She was beginning to wonder what she and Draco were now. Was this still a game? A war of revenge?

Who had won this time?

It seemed like mere minutes before Draco came waltzing back into the room with a circular tray of fresh warm pastries. He sat down beside Ginny, and she automatically reached for one, the biggest chocolate one on the tray, to spite him.

"Ah ah ah..." he said, pulling the tray away. He, instead, grabbed the same muffin she'd chosen, and broke off a piece. She was about to call him a selfish pig when the muffin bit was brought toward her own mouth. She found herself reluctantly taking the offered bite, and swallowing, before speaking her mind.

"Draco, just how long are these games going to last?"

He smirked, knowing what she meant but refusing to acknowledge it. "Well, we've got at least seven muffins here, it could go well into lunchtime, if you ask me."

She frowned, not sure how to reply to that.

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This roundrobin is great but i cant seem to add anything interesting. Sorry, everyone.

A small chuckle rose in his throat and set the silver tray by his side.

"Come now Virginia, my turn is up. Think of something wondrously creative! We've got muffins, some of the most expensive furniture in England, plenty of lamps you could throw at me.....and all you do is frown. Where's the fiery theif I met a few days ago? I still cant believe you stole them!"

He was grinning wickedly, and Ginny's ears were redder than Ron's had ever been, like two flat oval cherrys on either side of her head. Her hair was mussed and her eyes narrowed, making her anger all the more endearing and hilarious to Draco.

"I didnt steal them!"

Suddenly, she looked like a big balloon that popped and all of the helium in her head was coming out of her ears. Draco watched her shoudlers relax as he blinked several times, furrowing his brows.

"But then...." Well, wasn't that a compromising situation! If he'd stolen her muffins....oh yes, he had hadn't he? A small smile spread over his lips at himself. But that wasn't the point. The point was that his last move, the one that'd really counted, had been hers. He felt the upper hand he'd gained drain out of him the way the frustration had left Ginny, all in a rush.

Ginny saw his surprised look and was confused.

"What's wrong?"

The funny thing was, he'd known it all along.

~Ryoko~

Nac

lol Ryoko! You're funny. I probably would've done the same thing too though. Vanilla usesreally big, huge words, like supercalafragalisticexpealadocious. lol (by the way, I know it's off topic, but does anyone actually know how to spell that)

I'm sorry for not contributing again, but the problem is I'm confused. What just happened?!

NaC

I'm confused as well... Care to fill us in?

NaC

*HUGE BLUSH* Well, I guess no one really gets my brain...........

I thought that Draco's been thinking that everything's a kind of game, and they go back and forth with revenge, you know? Like...

Ginny--steals his muffins
Draco--embarrasses her in front of her family
Ginny--writes the Daily Porphet Report on him
Draco--gets an interview and a report saying she stole the muffins and so on...
Ginny--sends him that ridiculous basket with the vixen note...lol.
Draco--Seduces her

But remember, he made it seem like she was one who stole the muffins. So in the process I made it like he had forgotten the original story (the way when you're fighting with your sibling and forget what/who started it by the time it reaches the good part ). So then he realizes he stole Ginny's muffins, and so it should have been ehr turn to retaliate. Which means she just seduced him, regardless of the other turns before.

Get it?

~Ryoko~

"Nothing," Draco said nonchalantly. "Have another muffin." He looked into the basket of muffins and looked back up at Ginny.

"There's only one chocolate," she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

He smirked. "I'm eating it."

"No way, Draco," she said, licking her lips a bit.

He reached into the basket slowly. He pulled out the muffin and held it in front of his lips.

"It's so warm," he said, smirking broadly. "Looks delicious."

"I swear, Draco, if you-"

But Draco's lips were about to make contact with the chocolate muffin-y goodness. Ginny did some quick thinking and weighing of her options and priorities.

Then she tackled him.

Draco suddenly felt glad he'd left the rest of the chocolate muffins downstairs.

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Not the best, but it's been forever since someone added anything and even though I stil don't fully understand what EvilRyokoJesse was trying to get out, I decided to post anyway. I'm probably just being idiotic. If I'm completely off just delete this or skip over it of whatever.

Hey everyone! I'm new here and I was just reading this Round Robin. I must say that it's really good but I was a bit confused with EvilRyokoJesse's post....anyway I'll keep on reading and maybe I'll contribute...that's okay with everyone right?

~Cheers~
-Justanother H/Hrfan

(P.S. I was just wondering what you people think about my avatar?)

NaC

Sorry, nothing to add yet.

But, Justanother_H/Hrfan, I really like your avatar! That's the first one I've seen with that picture so far, very cute.

(By the way, Ryoko, I understand your post now. Basically, it started out as a war of revenge, each one retaliating against the other. And now, the turns have gotten a bit awry, and they are fuzzy on who's turn it really was. In layman's terms= WHO REALLY JUST SEDUCED WHO? Is that what you meant? That maybe the.. er... seduction was mutual?)

And yep... using my famous pink clearer-upper font color.

NaC

YAY! *glomps Sakura* that's exactly what I meant! I'm so glad the pink came and saved the day. *hugs the pink* I'd thought I ruined the RR! And dont worry Tari, your post was wonderful.

~Ryoko~

Oh no! this thing's already going down the slopes.

Let's see what I can cook up:
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"A-ha!" Draco rose out of the tangle of limbs, chocolate muffin raised tiumphantly in hand. Seeing Ginny scramble up from the floor he hurriedly stuffed the last muffin in his mouth, whole.

Gasping she flopped to the floor & started mumbling curse words under her breath.
"Aie alf no hiea wha ur tahing abo" Draco cringed at the complete lack of dignity in that statement, but at the same time couldn't help the coners of his lips slowly turning up into a smile. She looked so cute pouting on the floor like that.
"Draco?"
"Wha? I i'nt," paused to swallow, "I didn't to hear you."
"You have more muffins in the kitchen don't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"You do, don't you?" with a smirk & a gleam of the eye she took off down the hall, with Draco not har behind."
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Yup that's all. I was gonna write them kissing, but then realized I can't write those parts. Not much progress, but I needed to contribute something. This thing is slowing down.

Oh, thank you thank you thank you HPcrazed. Now I can write.

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"I don't!" Draco shouted down the stairs as he tore after Ginny, who was just out of his reach. "I swear I have no more muffins."

Ginny, against her will, slowed. "You're a horrible liar sometimes, you know that?"

Draco caught up with her. "I'm a Slytherin," he said. "Ergo I am a good liar."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Then how come I don't believe you when you say there are no more muffins in the kitchen?"

Draco changed his tactics. "Do you even know where the kitchen is?"

Ginny grinned. "Of course," she said. "Call it Weasley woman intuition."

Draco decided to change his tactics again. In one motion, he edged his legs against hers and brought his hand up to run through her mussed hair (he didn't like to admit it, but he was glad he could now succumb to the tempation to do so.). In a moment Ginny's back was against the wall and their faces were tantalizingly close.

"This won't work," Ginny said, even though her breathing was slightly faster as one of the hand that wasn't in her hair was going lower and lower down her back.

"It won't?" he said, easing off slightly. "Then I'll just leave you to go to the kitchen, shall I?" He stepped back entirely and held out a hand for her to proceed to the kitchen.

Ginny looked from him to the door sceptically. She took a hesitant step that just happened to lead her closer to him.

"What's the catch?" she asked, looking at him full on.

Draco tried to look as innocent as a Malfoy could possibly look. "No catch."

Ginny sighed. Then - Ginny wasn't sure who leaned in first - they were suddenly kissing, and Ginny and Draco both forgot about the chocolate muffins because, really, they'd both been wanting to snog since Draco'd brought those muffins out.

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Long, and not my best, but I've been dying to write in this RR for forever. Sorry if I might have gone a bit overboard.

Ginny pulled away from Draco, taking in his apperance. The eyes: hungry, hungry for her! The mouth: Eager, Eager for her lips. The nose: Waiting, waiting for her speical scent. Him: Loveable.
.....

Sorry, ran out of ideas there....

When Gin first came over, it was his flat - not a two story house. But I'm thinking since he's so rich he has a two story flat. Yep. Solves all continuity problems. Except maybe the bit where they shagged on the couch and she woke up in a bed. But whatever.

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His mouth attacked hers, again. Suddenly Draco was everywhere at once, on her skin, at her lips, at her neck and in her hea-- Ginny stopped, pulling away.

"Kitchen's that way, yes?" She asked, pointing to the left and starting in that direction immediately.

Draco watched her curiously.

Ginny waltzed into the kitchen, looking around eagerly for the muffins. She finally spied them on a platter, and she picked out a chocolate one and began devouring it.

"Thanks for the brekkers," she said, between bites, "but I'll just be getting my clothes and leaving now." She waved at her knickers and camisole.

"I like you that way," Draco whined, as she started back up the stairs. He followed quickly. "You don't want to get dressed, you'll suffocate under all those layers."

Ginny said nothing and once she reached the bedroom, started dressing.

Draco watched her suspiciously.

"Why are you leaving?" He asked, blunt.

"Because it's past ten and I have a job to do." She said, pulling on her socks.

"It's Sunday," he pointed out.

"I promised to take my nieces out sledding." She said, putting on her shoes.

"It hasn't snowed for two weeks," he pointed out.

"I've got to do some spring cleaning." She said, putting on her coat and looking around for her purse.

"It's winter," he pointed out.

Ginny finally located her purse and slung it over her shoulder. "I don't want to get involved with you anymore."

Draco had nothing in retort to this, and watched her out of the corner of his eye as she slipped out the door and started down the steps again.

He went out into the hall and stopped at the top of the staircase, giving him full view as she reached for the door.

"You may not want to," he said, looking very imposing from his position, "but Ginny Weasley -- I want to. And I get what I want."

"Bollocks," she said, and left.

He stood there in shock. That little witch just walked out on him. He glared angrily at the spot she was standing at a few moments ago.

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Ok, thats all I want to pitch in because I'm afraid to mess it up! Hope that helped anyone out there!

I'm stupid. Completely bloody insane, Ginny thought, as she walked at a brisk pace down the road.

When had things started going wrong? When he'd kissed her? When she'd kissed him back?

When she found that she was enjoying herself?

This was a game. And games were supposed to end.

How could it end if she didn't want it too?

That was why she'd left.

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Meh. Sorry. That's all I have.

Draco stared at the spot that Ginny had just been, wondering if what had just happened had really happened and if he should do anything about it.

Then he paused. She would come back. She would definietly come back. he was Draco Malfoy, after all. Any normal woman would come running back to him the second they'd realized their mistake in leaving.

But then he remembered that Ginny wasn't a normal woman.

Then he Apparated after her.

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Not much, but homework calls.

NaC

Ohh.. nice, Tari. it was short, but I liked it.

Come on people, our poor Round Robin is lonely! Cheer it up!

It wasn't normal for Draco to sneak around, but he didnt have an invisibility cloak and this was the next best thing. She'd just run if he tried to walk up to her, and he didnt want to have to keep her in place by snogging her all the time. It was tiresome.

Cursing the dust on his new shoes, he wodnered if there was a more graceful way to do this than crouching behind a old bush. He felt like he was trying to mug the poor woman.

He waited a few more seconds, and just when he was about to spring towards her, had to stifle a sneeze. Perfect.

She whipped her head around, that hair that looked like fire last night... Draco smacked himself and tried to keep his head straight. Oh, but now she was walking towards him. He gulped.

Be the bush, Draco, be the bush.

He kept completely still, feeling more foolish by the minute, and realizing he was actually nervous, something that had last occured before a Quidditch match against Potter.

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Well, it's not much, but I wanted t put Draco in some sort of funny situation. Hope it's not too out there.

Someone continue!!

~Ryoko~

Oh I also couldn't stop laughing about 'Be the bush Draco'. Thats something that I would have said, if I were in that position. Actually, the last 2 chapters were making me laugh. *walks of snickering* Keep up the good work guys!

But just as quickly as it began, Ginny jerked away with force.

"Draco Malfoy!" she exclaimed, wiping at her lips with her hand.

Draco frowned at this notion. Even if she didn't want them, his kisses weren't that bad.

"What part of 'I don't want to get involved with you anymore' do you not understand?" she demanded of him, taking a step closer with narrowed eyes.

He misinterpreted the step closer, not hearing her words, as he reached for her hand. Well. It was just hanging there.

"Draco! Honestly! You're a complete nutter! Are you not listening to me?"

"What?" He asked, just to infuriate her further. The last time he'd made her this angry, they'd ended up snogging.

She rolled her eyes, and punched him in the stomache. Before he could let out a surprised groan, she reconciled by sighing and kissing him lightly on the lips.

His mind was fogging up, but he had enough sense left to congratualate himself on taking advantage of the Weasley temper. 'Works everytime..."

What are you doing Ginny! You don't want to get involved! But yet you are guiding him toward your home!
This inner debate had started quite a while ago & Ginny was both thinking of a way to answer it & why the heck she was arguing with herself.

Draco meanwhile was clutching his stomach & breathing very hard.
"If I knew you could hit so hard I wouldn't have annoyed you so much," his voice sounding like a 12 year old boy's during puberty.
She muttered something growing up with having 6 older brothers, still thinking about a suitable answer.

Well let's think this out logically. If I left him curled up on the ground like that, then someone wold have eventually come across him. This just so happens to be a moderately busy road. So seeing as he is the rich & powerful Draco Malfoy that person would help him & news of the poor boy's injuries would spread. No doubt there would be a story about how a certain red beat him up & deprived him of his dignity. She stopped her thoughts to smile for a bit.
And of course that would ruin him, getting beat up by a Weasley, the girl no less. Thus starting this "tug-o-war" all over again. Yes that's my reason for this.
The voice snorted & said something along the lines of "suuure, you just want that pretty boy, don't you" But Ginny satisfied with her answer wasn't listening.