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A/n:  Okay, so after much thought I have decided to make this the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

It had been a few days since Ginny and Blaise had broken up. Ginny could now look upon Blaise and Pansy with only the smallest pang of pain, which she thought was quite good of her really considering the situation. It wasn’t that she still liked Blaise; in fact she had realised she never really had liked Blaise romantically. He had always been a good friend to her, and while their relationship was a little strained now, she didn’t doubt that given time they would be back to joking with each other just like they used to. The main problem was that he had lied in order to get her to date him. It was that more than anything that made her angry, for Ginny had just as much pride as the next person. She still hadn’t figured out who had actually written the poem either- Draco getting rather distant and vague whenever it was mentioned, and Hermione only smiling in an annoyingly mysterious way, which told Ginny that both of them knew very well who had written it.

Ginny was having a hard time forgiving Pansy, but then she never really had liked Pansy anyway, so she didn’t feel the need to try very hard. Draco seemed to find this amusing, but Ginny would not be moved from her standpoint. The girl had purposely sabotaged her relationship with Blaise, and it didn’t matter if Ginny had never really liked Blaise, or that Blaise and Pansy were now very happily dating…. Okay, so maybe she was being a little unfair there, but hey, she never said she was a saint.

Sitting down on one of the benches with a small sigh, Ginny gazed out into the frosted grounds, watching the students running around and throwing snowballs at each other, two in particular catching her eye. There was Hermione walking hand-in-hand with Harry, both looking very pink in the face from the cold, but happy nonetheless as they chatted happily with each other. Hermione dropped his hand and leant against his shoulder, mumbling something, and Ginny watched with a smile as Harry placed an arm around her waist and gave her a small kiss to her forehead.

“Ahh, young love,” Ginny murmured, watching the two pass from her vision. She sounded (and looked) just like an old woman reflecting on fonder days, all huddled up in her warm clothes and sitting by herself on the bench, watching the couples walking around in the snow. Someone else seemed to agree, for a familiar drawl was soon to be heard from behind her saying, “You know if I didn’t know any better, Weasley, I’d say you were turning into an old spinster right before my eyes.”

Ginny laughed and turned her head, greeting the familiar smirk with a smile, her eyes dancing enchantingly. “With my luck in love I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Chuckling slightly, he took a seat next to her on the snowy bench and watched her with amusement sparking in his grey eyes. “Given up on romance then have you? I’m surprised, I always pegged you for the hopeless romantic.”

Shrugging slightly, and because it seemed only natural to do, she leaned against his shoulder for warmth, her eyes trained on the white ground. “I guess I am. I don’t think anyone else would be silly enough to like a guy just because he wrote a poem for her, and” – she grimaced slightly- “Be taken in like that. I still can’t believe he lied to me, and you, you big meanie, still won’t tell me who did. I know you know who wrote it!”

Draco glanced down at her with that sudden distance he always seemed to use when she brought up this topic, their eyes meeting for just a moment before he looked away. “Does it really matter who wrote it, Ginny? It was just a poem, and wouldn’t you rather like someone because of who they are instead of how romantically they can write?”

Ginny shrugged again and snuggled up closer to him, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around her for extra warmth. For anyone who was watching they would look like the perfect couple, but for Ginny these things just seemed natural to do with him. He made her feel so comfortable, and even though she knew very well she liked him, there was no awkwardness in being close to him. If anything it made her only want to be even more close to him.

“I guess. I’m just curious really… Trust me, I’m not about to make the same mistake twice.”

He smiled slightly and pushed the strands of fiery hair off her pink-tinged cheeks with one gloved hand. “I’m glad. I’d hate to see you hurt again.”

Warm fluttering started in her stomach at that, her heart feeling suddenly so much bigger as she looked up into his face. His cheeks were pink like hers, and there was snow sprinkled in his hair, but it was the genuine affection in his grey eyes that caught her attention. There was something so soothing about that look, and she wished he could always look at her like that. She couldn’t think of when it was she had first started liking him, or even why she did, but now all she could think of was how much she did, especially when faced with that gentle expression. If only she could know if he liked her back. She was so afraid of ruining this that she didn’t even want to mention it, but sometimes she thought he did; sometimes when he would look at her like this she could almost believe he was not so against her.

“I never knew you cared so much,” she said softly, her eyes still locked on his.

“Of course I care about you, Ginny.”

She smiled and lowered her face to hide the blush that had graced her cheeks, even though with the cold he probably would barely have noticed. It wasn’t just his words, but his use of her first name that made her feel suddenly bashful. She had noticed that he only used her first name when he was being serious. This had been easy to tell, because he had only used her first name about three times now. Every time had been a moment when he was serious, and now to hear him use it after saying he cared about her- well, it sent a pleasant warmth to settle in her stomach, and made the small smile on her lips grow just that little more brighter.

“C’mon,” he nudged her to move, and pulled her up off the bench. “We’d better go back inside before we freeze to death. I’m not having your brothers murder me because I let you turn into a Weasley popsicle.”

She laughed and followed him across the grounds. “No better than your mum killing me for letting you turn into a Malfoy popsicle. I always thought my mum was formidable, but your mum sure knows how to take ‘over-attached’ to the extreme.”

Draco snickered slightly. “Yeah, she does. I’m her only child though, so I guess she kind of has an excuse.”

“I suppose… Oh! I completely forgot!”

He frowned and looked at her curiously, hands stuffed in his coat pockets, his breath visible in the chilly air. “What?”

“Your mum wanted me to come have tea with her.”

“Really?”

She nodded, brushing against him slightly as they walked from their close proximity. “Yeah. I’m kind of nervous to be honest. Your mum only knew me when I was pretending to be you. I don’t know what I’m going to talk to her about at all.”

He shrugged and gave her an amused smile. “You probably won’t be doing much talking at all. My mother likes to talk, a lot.”

“Is that where you get it from then?” Ginny asked cheekily, and just managed to dodge Draco’s playful push. She giggled and scooped up a handful of snow, throwing it rather haphazardly towards him, and watched as it hit him right in the chest. He seemed a bit surprised and then just started laughing before picking up his own snowball and throwing it at her. They continued on in this fashion, throwing snowballs at each other, and laughing and cursing when each other got hit, oblivious to the fact that the grounds were beginning to become emptier until they were the only ones left.

“Okay, stop! Stop!” Ginny exclaimed finally, feeling the snow sinking into her clothes and making her feel uncomfortably cold. That was the only downside to a snowball fight. “You don’t want me to be a popsicle remember?”

He laughed and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Then I’ll just have to keep you warm.”

Ginny could feel her face heating even through the cold, and suddenly felt nervous in his hold. Their faces were close, the chilly air making their breath visible as they stared at each other, the silence stretching between them for what seemed an eternity as they just gazed into each other’s eyes with the snow fluttering down around them in white flakes. Her heart was beating in fearful excitement, and she couldn’t help but wonder if that gap would close between them, wishing rather than hoping that somehow it would; but then he seemed to come to his senses and abruptly let her go.

“We should go back inside…” he mumbled awkwardly, and quickly started walking away towards the castle. Ginny was left standing there, still feeling her heart pounding hard in her chest, not really sure what to think or do. Her brain seemed to snap back into thought, and she quickly ran to catch up with him.

“Wait!”

He stopped and waited for her, and she once more fell into step with him. Looking up at him as they walked side-by-side, she gave him a somewhat subdued and shy smile, which he returned with his own small smile. Nothing was said, but something had changed between them, though neither Draco nor Ginny were quite ready to admit it, still feeling the natural embarrassment of two teenagers who had almost kissed.

Once Draco and Ginny had split their separate ways with mumbled goodbyes, Draco found himself making his way to the Slytherin common room, his mind still filled with thoughts of the redheaded girl he had held in his arms only moments before. He hadn’t known what had come over him back there. Somehow just being with her like that made him forget all about the fact she had only just broken up with his best friend and that things were still rough for her- all he’d been able to think about was how adorable she had looked with her cheeks all pink, her eyes bright, and that smile on her face that seemed to make all thought fly out of his head. He’d wanted nothing more than to just kiss her, and for one dangerous moment he almost had.

“Stupid,” he muttered to himself, feeling like such an idiot for wearing his heart on his sleeve like that. A small voice in his head pointed out that she didn’t seem to mind, but Draco was almost afraid to believe it. Ginny was everything he wanted in a girl and more, and even though she annoyed him more than he would like, he couldn’t seem to hold it against her. In a way it only added to her charm.

A smile came to his face as he thought of the spunky redhead. There was just no way one could not like her. She was graceless, almost always said the wrong thing, had no idea when to just shutup, seemed to fall into trouble after trouble… and yet he was crazy about her. The way she laughed; the way she would smile at him; the very fact that she was not perfect and did not pretend to be- that was what made Ginny Weasley the most adorable and silliest girl he had ever met. Yes, he was indeed crazy about her: crazy and hopelessly in love.

Draco said the password to his common room, the door sliding away as he entered and was greeted with the usual friendly faces, but he was in no mood to chat to them. He walked past his friends and went upstairs to get changed, all the while wondering what he could do about Ginny. He cared about her so much, but like her (though he didn’t know it), he was afraid of ruining things between them. They had so much going, and somehow it seemed so frightening to tell her how he felt, even though he’d never had much trouble talking to girls before about these things. It was ridiculous, but he just couldn’t seem to bring himself to that point of actually speaking his feelings. With Pansy it had been so easy, but with Ginny…. With Ginny it was always difficult. He knew that Hermione had said she liked him, but he was still afraid to believe it. It was just so strange; so strange and so frustrating.

Sighing and collapsing on his bed, Draco stared at the stone roof with a frown on his face. There had to be something he could do. He wasn’t sure how long he could handle just watching her from afar and not being able to kiss and hold her like he wanted to. She certainly didn’t help matters either by being so close with him. He was sure she didn’t like to snuggle up to her other guy friends, and as confidence boosting as that was, he was still worried about actually telling her how he felt in case he was wrong. That was the thing with love, it made people nervous and lose all sense. Doubt and fear seemed to be a constant companion, and even though Draco was arrogant and egotistical, even he had his doubts when it came to romance.

The door opened and Pansy walked in, looking as radiant as all people did when they were in a happy relationship, but there was a worried gleam in her eyes. She walked over and sat next to him on the bed, a small frown on her lips. “You know Draco,” she began quietly. “I’ve never seen you like this before. What happened?”

Draco turned his face to hers, another sigh escaping from his lips. “I almost kissed Ginny…”

Pansy blinked, clearly having not expected that. “And what did she do?”

“She didn’t do anything. I, um, kind of ran away,” Draco admitted with a blush, feeling suddenly really stupid. What if he had just kissed her? At least he would have known where he’d stood, but instead he had gotten all scared and ran away like a little girl. Still… she had asked him to wait, so she couldn’t have been angry, but then what if that was because she didn’t care and didn’t want to embarrass him?

Pansy seemed to notice Draco was having a mental argument with himself, for she snapped her fingers before his eyes with a sharp look on her face, forcing his gaze to focus back on her. “Stop talking yourself into circles,” she commanded, “And tell me everything.”

So Draco did. It was rather embarrassing for him, but he figured he had nothing to lose now, and Pansy would never leave him alone if he didn’t tell her. Once he had finished telling what had happened out in the snowy grounds, he was surprised to see Pansy glaring at him. He didn’t know what she could possibly be angry about, but that was soon made apparent by her words.

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen it!”

“Huh?”

Pansy rolled her eyes at his less than eloquent answer. “Draco, the girl is crazy about you! I’m telling you that no girl treats her guy friends that way. You two are as bad as each other!”

“What? Are you sure?”

If Pansy was telling the truth then that meant Ginny really liked him, Hermione had been right, and he had been stupidly blind for all these weeks. It also meant that pulling away from kissing her had to have been the dumbest thing he had ever done in all his sixteen years.

“I’m damn sure, and you, you idiot, could have just ruined the only chance you had with Weasley. You do know that she’s probably in her room right now arguing on whether you actually like her or not.”

“Well of course I like her! I wouldn’t want to kiss her if I didn’t.”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know that,” Pansy said reasonably. “You know what you need to do, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Go tell her of course!”

Draco frowned. It was the logical thing to do of course, and though he still felt nervous, deep down he knew he had to do it. He had put Ginny through a lot with all this confusing romance business, and now it was up to him to get all this mess sorted.

“You’re right, Pansy!” He stood up off the bed and grabbed his jacket and scarf, throwing them on haphazardly, and looking surprisingly messy for one so vain. Right now his appearance seemed of little consequence, however.

“Of course I’m right,” Pansy replied smugly, an equally smug smile on her face. “Now go.”

He nodded, a somewhat boyish grin coming to his face, and quickly ran from the room. There was only one thing on his mind right now, and she was currently sitting seven floors above him having much the same conversation with Hermione Granger that he had just been having with Pansy.

“C’mon, Ginny,” Hermione exclaimed with an impatient sigh. “You just have to tell him. He’s probably worried about approaching you because you just broke up with Blaise.”

“Do you think that was it?” Ginny asked hopefully, having just spent the past half hour arguing herself into believing Draco didn’t like her.

“Yes. I know very well that he likes you, Ginny,” Hermione said quite firmly, having heard from Draco’s own lips that he did like her redheaded friend. She also knew that Draco had been the one to write that poem, and was contemplating telling Ginny so, when a great commotion sounded from downstairs.

“That sounds like Ron,” Ginny said with a frown.

Hermione shared a puzzled glance with her and stood up to walk to the door and see what was going on. “It seems like Ron is throwing a fit about something.”

“I don’t care if you want to boil my head in Snape’s cauldron, Weasley, I have to speak to Ginny!”

“Oho, Ginny is it? Since when did you two become so close to be on first name basis?”

“Oh, shut the hell up and get out of my way before I remove you myself. Blaise may let you walk all over him, but I bloody won’t, now move!”

Ginny gave Hermione a surprised look. “That has to be Draco.”

“You’d better go to him before a war starts out down there,” Hermione advised with a smile.

Ginny nodded and quickly scrambled up off the bed and dashed down the stairs, bursting into the common and pushing past everyone who was crowding around the portrait hole. She could see Ron outside the portrait hole, blocking Draco from getting in, and felt her hackles raise. This was one time too many.

“Ron! Get out of the way!”

Ron turned and met her fierce gaze, his own rage dying as he realised his sister was about to get extremely angry if he did not comply. “You’re lucky she was here,” Ron muttered darkly to Draco, and walked back into the common room. Ginny glared at him as she walked past, closing the portrait behind her so that the prying eyes could not see her and Draco’s conversation.

“Sorry,” she said more softly, facing Draco now, who was standing somewhat agitatedly before her. She was desperately curious to know why he was here, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping it was to continue what they had almost done earlier. Her whole mind seemed trapped in that moment, and all her girlish fantasies would replay it over and over, closing the gap for them so that their lips would blissfully meet.

“I, um…” he cleared his throat and scratched his head, silently wondering why it was that seeing her just seemed to make all his carefully planned speeches evaporate into nothing in his brain. He’d had it all thought out, but now he couldn’t seem to remember anything at all that he had wanted to say, and somehow ‘I like you’ didn’t quite cut it.

“Yes?” Ginny prompted with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Well…. I just wanted to tell you that I…”

Why was he hesitating again? All she wanted was to hear those words, to hear his feelings so she could tell him that she felt the same. She was just waiting for that moment, watching his face and silently pleading for him to just spit it out already. It was too horrible waiting in suspense like this.

“I, um…” He twisted his lip into a frown and took a step forward, muttering, “oh, screw it,” before closing the distance between them and leaning down to claim her lips with his. A deep sigh seemed to pass through Ginny’s body, her arms instantly curling around his neck as she responded to his kiss with all the passion she could muster. His hand rested against the back of her head, tilting her face towards him more so he could kiss her better, his other coming to rest on her lower back, pulling her closer to him so that the warmth of their bodies pressed against the other.

Ginny’s mind was in a whirl. This was everything she had wanted and more. Her fantasies never quite seemed to capture the warm feeling that seemed to spread her body when she thought of what it would be like if they kissed; a feeling so peaceful and tranquil that it was like floating away in the wind to some far off place that couldn’t possibly be real, because surely nothing could feel so magical and perfect. She’d never been kissed like this before; never been held so tenderly, where she just knew she was safe and always would be. She felt like everything seemed to make sense now, like the final piece of the puzzle had been placed and the picture could not possibly be more glorious. This was real; this was beautiful; this was what she had always dreamed of…

Draco pulled his lips away, resting his head against her forehead and closing his eyes. “I should have done that a long time ago,” he mumbled, causing Ginny to let out a small laugh.

“Yes, you should have,” she agreed, pulling her face away.

He smiled and once more gently moved the strands of her hair away from her face, that simple gentleness she rarely saw coming into his eyes that she loved so much. “I like you Ginny. I like you a lot.”

Smiling she leaned up and gave his lips a small kiss before wrapping her arms around him and leaning her face against his chest, the happy smile growing on her lips. “I like you too, Draco.”

“Suppose you wouldn’t mind being my girlfriend then?”

She grinned and lifted her face up to meet his gaze. “I suppose I could do that.”

They both laughed softly, before once more closing the gap between them to kiss again, though this time much more tenderly and sweetly. Ginny had never felt happier, and as she leaned against him, being held lovingly in his embrace, suddenly she realised something she should have figured out a long time ago.

“It was you that wrote that poem, wasn’t it?”

Draco was silent for a moment. “Yeah it was.”

“I’m glad.”

He looked down at her, still holding her in his arms, a smirk on his face. “Oh? I thought you said you weren’t going to let poems make you like people?”

She laughed lightly. “Well it was a really nice poem, and it just makes it all the better knowing it was from you.”

“I hope you don’t expect anymore. I’m afraid I’ve retired from the love poem business.”

“That’s okay. I have something better than words now…”

She had him, and as she leaned up to kiss him again, she knew she always would…

Ginny dashed down the hallway, still trying to get her jersey on her head, all the while muttering furiously about early quidditch practises and how much she detested Harry right now. Suddenly she collided into something and felt herself stumbling back, the person she had banged into groaning from the impact.

“The hell? Watch where you’re bloody going!”

“Oh, Merlin, not again,” Ginny muttered, and pulled the jersey down just in time to see Draco start laughing his head off at her. Blushing slightly, she gave him a half-hearted slap to his arm. “Shutup.”

“I should have known it would be you. Only you are mental enough to run around with jerseys on your head.”

“Yeah, well you’re the only one too arrogant to move when people come running right at you.”

They both grinned at each other, each knowing that not so many months ago this had produced a very different reaction. Times change, however, just as people do too; and this was true for Draco and Ginny, who had overcome all differences to find the most beautiful thing of all: love.

Oh, and if you’re wondering what ever happened to that ripped page which explained how Ginny and Draco switched bodies in the first place, just go ask Crabbe. He had been using it as a bookmark for his ‘Super Slytherin’ comic books for the past three years, though Goyle tells me it didn’t say much; just explained that when people can’t get along all it takes is a little stroll in someone else’s shoes to get some understanding, and everything will soon fall into place as it should have been.

The End.

A/N: That’s the end, and I really do hope you enjoyed it. It’s been a long ride, but I hope you found it just as fun as I did. If you liked this fic, you’ll probably like some of my other humour ones too, and I sure know I’d love to hear from you all again! Thank you for the reviews, the support, and more importantly for reading!! You’ve all been wonderful, and I’m quite serious when I say I couldn’t have finished it without you.