DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except the story.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written in response to the "48 Hours" challenge thrown out by Cheelalaucha in the forums. This story is quite AU, as I have omitted the fact that the Wizarding World is threatened by Lord Voldemort. The students are just leaving a quite ordinary life- well, as ordinary as magic can be.

Okay, so I've decided to go with AmelieFoy's idea of not getting Malfoy to do a reading for Ginny. She's right. He's getting a lil' too perfect for my liking. Warning! I'm about to UN-perfect that little bugger in the upcoming chapters, so be prepared! And, a Moke exists in JK Rowling's world. Thank you, to all my precious, reviewers. You guys are my muse! Read on and enjoy!

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Chapter 12

Malfoy looked up to see Ginny squinting at him with what seemed to be half-heavy eyelids. She was up on one elbow, her hair tousled from sleep half covering her face, his cloak sliding off her shoulders. He watched as she shivered from the cold winter air. Sitting up, Ginny pulled his cloak closer around her body, thankful for the warmth it offered her. Malfoy had quickly got up and silently stacked up the Major Arcana cards, returning the cards and the book back to their proper place. Turning around, he rubbed his hands together in nervousness.

"G-good morning," Malfoy said, unsure of what to say.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked, yawning. She was still apparently half-asleep.

"Er," Malfoy said, playing for time as his brain whirled around for a good excuse. "Playing Solitaire."

Malfoy did not want Ginny to know that he knew how to read Tarot cards. Or that he actually believed in them enough to make a reading. Malfoys do not do or believe in such common wizarding things that are used to entertain or fool Muggles.

Ginny frowned, bringing her eyebrows together. Her half-asleep brain could not grasp what Malfoy was saying. "Solitaire?"

"You know, that Muggle card game for single players," Malfoy said.

"How do you play that?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not quite sure, actually," Malfoy admitted.

'Out of a hundred a sixty two ways one can play cards I had to choose a stupid Muggle game,' Malfoy angrily thought to himself.

Ginny looked at him, bemused. She was more awake now. "You just told me you were playing Solitaire less than a minute ago, Malfoy. Now you're telling me you don't know how to play it?"

"Well, I was trying to," Malfoy said, trying to cover up.

"What were you actually trying to do, Malfoy?" Ginny asked, giving the 'no-nonsense-now' tone.

"You got me," Malfoy said, shrugging. "Wanted to build a house."

"With Major Arcana cards?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

Malfoy was amazed by Ginny's extremely sharp eyes. He was sitting ten feet away from her and she could still tell what he was holding?

"Yes," Malfoy replied cautiously.

"What's the fun in that?!" Ginny demanded.

"Huh?"

"The whole point of building a house with Exploding Cards is to see whether you can stack the cards first or will the cards blow up in your face first," Ginny patiently explained.

"Oh."

"You don't do much of these games things, do you?"

"Nope. Prefer to spend my time on other, more fruitful things."

"Such as?"

"Singing a love song for my dear, dear Ginny," Malfoy sang.

Ginny snorted. "Cut with the Moke crap already, Malfoy."

Malfoy gave Ginny a mock glare. Without replying to her sentence, he picked his wand up before striding over to where his Transfigured violin was. He Transfigured it one more time and Ginny had to hold back a giggle. Malfoy was holding a shorter version of his violin, the top of the bridge cut, showing fewer curves. The violin now had steel strings and four fine-tuners instead. Malfoy had clearly intended to Transfigure it into a fiddle.

He picked it up, positioned himself and started.

"There once was a girl,

Whose hair was like fire,

She made my 'eart go round 'n round in a whirl,

But that ain't makin' me a liar!

I sat down 'n thou't,

'ow will I get this angel of mine,

For she ran from me 'n fought,

'verytime I try to tell her that she's so fine!

So I tried to get her att'ntion,

By telling her that her Potter's so full of air,

But woe! She didn't she my d'rection,

'n told me not to be unfair!

I went back home,

And cried a thous'nd tears,

Broke a few 'eirlooms,

Before I went to the 'eers!

They told me I 'ad no chance,

For this was Des'ny 'n Fate,

I told them, 'No, that ain't the tune I'm gonna dance',

And they laughed at me 'n just said 'You wait'!

Then one fine day,

I woke up and said ''ey!',

I had found a way,

To make her not say nay!

I follo'ed her into a room,

Just the two of us in it,

I lock'd the room,

Preparing m'self to get hit!

But then she fell in love,

With my g'looks 'n charm,

I thought I saw doves,

Until I realise 'twas the sound of the alarm!

Woe be me,

'Twas only a dream,

But then I promised to make 'er see,

'n came out with a scheme!

I dragged her into a closet,

'n kissed her senseless,

I 'ad my merry way with her in that closet,

Then she called me shameless!

So I told her,

My Ginny dear,

I'm 'erribly in love with you girl,

So won't you make my dream real?

To my joy,

She said yes,

Oh, she didn't act coy,

What she saw in me was all the Griffindor's guess!

We said our 'I dos',

'n bounced the bed springs,

Bou'ht a house with a damn good view,

'till I didn't realise I was tied in apron strings!

When we were old 'n gray,

'n our tots were all grown,

I'll still say,

'Hey, Ginny, I'm still amazed you're my own!'

Malfoy finished with a flourish, giving a grand bow. His cheeks were flushed, his chest was heaving and his fair blonde hair was all messed up. Throughout the entire song he had skipped and danced all around Ginny, making sure to keep his fiddling light and fast. He looked up to see Ginny snorting and gasping with laughter.

"M-Malfoy," Ginny chortled. "You suck at rhyming."

Malfoy shrugged. "I know. It was suppose to be a spontaneous thing. I don't think Shakespeare could have done better, given the circumstances, if I do say so myself."

"Tied in apron strings!" Ginny shrieked with laughter.

"What? I couldn't find anything else that rhymed with 'bed springs'!"

Ginny could not reply. She just flopped back down onto the armchair and continued laughing. This was priceless. Malfoy had just given her a grand fiddle performance, all the way skipping and hopping around the room. It completely contrasted with his normally perfectly regal posture, making Malfoy look extremely comical. Her laughter finally died down and she got up to see Malfoy staring at her.

"What 'chu starin' at, Malfoy," Ginny said, adopting his earlier way of speaking.

"Ah, the beauty I see, in front of me!" Malfoy replied, catching on.

"Ain't gonna play that game, bad boy," Ginny said, snorting. "Get real."

"But my love for you is as real as the sun!"

"Why the sun?"

"'Cause it's big, it's burnin' and it's hot," Malfoy said, tongue in cheek. "Like my hunka hunka love for you!"

Ginny tore out peals of laughter once more.

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To be continued...