Author's Note: For lack of a better word, this is fluff. There is no plot to speak of, only fun to be had. Keep that in mind as you read, and enjoy. :)

This had been a supremely bad idea.

He knew it as sure as he knew that his name was Draco Malfoy. He turned to give his dark-haired companion a murderous look, but his friend simply batted innocent eyes at him. He snorted in disgust, and turned back to stare at the redhead.

This ridiculous vacation had been his Mother’s idea. After the death of his father three years ago, Draco had all but become a recluse – not necessarily because of his father’s demise, but because he was nervous about how he’d be received in Wizarding society now. People had feared him; worshipped him, because they’d known who his father was, and the sort of power Lucius had held. Now that his father was gone, would they revile him?

His moping around the Manor had finally gotten to his Mother, and she’d booked his tickets for him. She’d shipped him off to America for three weeks, hoping that some time overseas would do one of two things: either it would make him happy to be away from home, or it would make him appreciate his home more. Unfortunately enough for him, it was doing neither of those things right now.

He’d called his best friend, Blaise, and asked him to come along with him. Blaise had gladly obliged, saying that he’d been wanting to go to some of the Muggle tourist attractions that he’d always been curious about. Draco wondered what his childhood friend meant, until they stepped off of the airplane. It was then that Blaise began dragging him to every amusement park known to man. Blaise, it seemed, had grown particularly fond of the ones with water parks – he claimed he liked seeing all of the scantily clad women.

Draco hoped that he hadn’t meant the scantily clad women who resembled Millicent Bulstrode on a binge. He had been just about to ask Blaise to clarify that statement when he’d seen her emerging from a throng of people. Droplets of water clung to her eyelashes and tanned skin, and her copper hair molded against her back. Her black bikini left little to his imagination – his eyes raked over her in amazement. She wasn’t skinny like some of the other women who were walking around her; there was a slight curve to her belly, and her bum was rounded. Her waist was slender, giving way to flared, curvy hips that were doing strange things to his head as they swayed. In the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware that Blaise was saying something, but he wasn’t paying attention.

He was too busy trying to figure out exactly how in the hell he’d managed to wind up in the same water park as Ginny Weasley.

She splashed around in the icy water, laughing as someone managed to push her beneath the spray of the sprinklers. This had been the best idea that Harry had ever had – taking her entire family and Hermione’s to the States for an extended vacation. Merlin knew that he had the money to do it; after Sirius had died, he had inherited the Black estate, which had been worth more than any of them had ever dreamed. Harry had had no desire to spend the money, even if he had known what to spend it on. Two years after their graduation from Hogwarts, the Trio had been lounging around in the miserable heat at the Burrow, commiserating about the weather and the total lack of anything to do.

That was when Harry had sat bolt upright and exclaimed, “Let’s go on a vacation!” His two best friends had agreed that it was a spiffing idea, until he’d announced that he wanted their families to come, and that he was going to fund it all. Ron had balked out of embarrassment at wanting to go so badly that he almost agreed to Harry’s terms; Hermione had balked at the thought of Harry spending so much money on frivolity when he could be investing it, or at least donating it to good causes, if he wasn’t going to make good use of it himself.

Harry had shut them both up when he’d said that if they didn’t go and let him pay for everything, he’d look up Draco Malfoy and become his best friend, and take him, instead.

Ginny had been thrilled when Hermione had approached her, wanting to go swimsuit shopping. Their trip into Muggle London had been a blast; Harry had even insisted on giving them money to buy some clothes – while Hermione had protested, Ginny hadn’t. She knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, she wanted to buy something scandalous to wear, and she would have felt bad doing that with her parents’ hard-earned money.

The airplane trip to America was eventful; Ginny’s brothers kept forgetting that the people on the plane were Muggles and therefore unaccustomed to seeing thing being accio’d. Arthur had had to take their wands away and cast several memory charms before things had settled down long enough for Ginny to enjoy the in-flight movie, which was some romantic story about the Merlin. She wondered if the Muggles had spoken to a Wizard before making the movie; some of the details were dead on.

When they’d gotten off of the plane, they’d gone out to dinner and then to their hotel rooms. Molly and Arthur continually fussed at Harry over spending so much money, but once they saw how happy it was making him, they’d quieted and begun to enjoy themselves more. Hermione’s parents kept thanking him. Over dinner that night, they decided that the parents would go their own way, and Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the rest of her siblings would go to something called an amusement park.

Ginny had quickly become addicted to roller coasters; in particular the one that made you ride standing up instead of sitting down. She and Fred and George had had to ride all of the more adventurous rides together, since Ron and Hermione were too squeamish, and Harry had somehow met a pretty girl that rode with him. She’d laughed when the girl had mooned over his accent. She didn’t see what was so attractive about it – the American accents she heard were simply ghastly.

After lunch, the group headed over to the water park to swim. This was what Ginny had been looking forward to; she had always loved the water, and she couldn’t wait to get drenched. Hermione and Ron were wading in the shallow end of a wave pool, and judging from the way her friend was blushing, Ginny guessed that her brother had finally grown a pair and told her how he felt about her.

She was heading towards the water slides when someone dumped a bucket full of icy water over her head. She gasped, then turned to find Fred and George laughing, while Charlie tried to hide the telltale bucket behind his back. Ginny gave her brothers a cat-like grin, not pretending to believe that the twins hadn’t put Charlie up to this little stunt, and they gave shrieks of surprise as she lunged towards them. She’d managed to knock Fred beneath the water when George grabbed her and tossed her into the waves. She emerged spluttering and laughing, and generally feeling the happiest she’d been in a long time.

That was when she looked up and saw him.

The first thing she could remember thinking was how very wrong he looked with such deeply tanned skin, because oh Gods, it made him look edible. The second thing that struck her was the strange fact that she had just thought of him as edible. Then she noticed the look in his silvery eyes.

It made her knees positively weak.

He wasn’t looking at her with the same distaste and loathing that she was used to seeing from him; he was looking at her like he was actually interested in her. Before she could talk herself out of it, she took a deep breath and approached him. The surprise that registered on his face was priceless.

“Well, well,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Fancy running into you here.”

“Weasley,” Zabini said appreciatively, his eyes roving over her body. She gave him a megawatt grin before turning back to Draco.

“Not going to say hello?” she asked, pretending to pout. He stared at her, then shook his head to clear the growing cobwebs.

“How were you able to afford to get here?” he drawled softly. Her features darkened in anger, but before she could open her mouth to respond, some loud shouting from the other end of the wave pool caught Draco’s attention. His eyes narrowed when he saw the unruly dark hair. “No need to answer. I see who funded your trip.”

“You’ve been in the sun much too long,” she said sweetly, her eyes hard with fury. “Don’t you know that albinos burn much easier than normal people?” with that, she flipped her hair and strode away. Draco wasn’t able to form a coherent response as he watched the wiggling of her retreating bum.

“Oh, hell,” Blaise laughed. With some effort, Draco tugged his eyes away from Ginny’s retreating form and turned to his friend.

“What?”

“You’re smitten,” he said, his eyes sparkling with laughter. “You didn’t even insult her back!”

“I’m not smitten with anyone,” Draco said, sniffing disdainfully. “Besides, she’s a Weasley, Blaise, in case you’d forgotten.”

“I don’t care about her last name, Draco. All I know is that if you aren’t interested, I am.” Blaise proceeded to rise from his seat. Draco watched with growing disbelief as his friend broke into a jog, stopping when he reached her. She turned and smiled, and they began talking animatedly. Draco watched as she continually tucked strands of copper hair behind her ear, wondering what she could possibly see in Blaise.

He caught the thought as it entered his mind, and dropped his face into his hands. He did not want to bloody well be attracted to Ginny Weasley! He watched as Blaise led Ginny back to where he was sitting, and was dumbfounded when she proceeded to ignore his existence.

“Draco, Gin and I are going to go catch some of the roller coasters,” Blaise said, reaching for his sunglasses. Draco turned surprised eyes to Ginny, who was watching his friend intently. Blaise paused, then turned to Draco. “Do you want to come?”

Draco looked at Ginny, waiting for her to protest or make a cutting comment about him. When she did neither, he nodded. “I believe I will, then. I haven’t been on a roller coaster yet.” Ginny looked at him and frowned.

“You’re kidding.” He shook his head. “You have to try the one where you stand up,” she said, shaking her head. “You have to.”

“Oh, bloody hell,” Blaise muttered. Ginny and Draco turned to look at him, and his shoulders slumped. “I’ve just noticed that I don’t have my wallet on me, and I wanted to stop in the gift shop to pick something up for my Mum. Why don’t the two of you go and ride once without me, and I’ll be back.” Without waiting for their answer, he took off.

Ginny turned to Draco and gave him a lopsided smile. “I’m not going to make you ride rides with me without your friend,” she said. “I’m sure you have better things to do with your vacation than spend time with a Weasley.” She turned and began walking away. Before she could take more than two steps, however, he had reached out and grabbed her arm. She turned to him with eyes full of surprise, and he jerked his hand away.

“Wait,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I still want to go.”

“You…you want to ride a roller coaster with me?” she squeaked. He nodded, watching her expression change from surprised to suspicious. “Why? What are you going to do to me?”

He nearly toppled over at the thoughts that raced unbidden to his mind of exactly what he wanted to do to her. She frowned again. “Are you okay, Malfoy?”

“I’m fine,” he said, clearing his throat. He grabbed his t-shirt off of the chair he’d been sitting on and slipped it over his head. “Ready?”

“I just need to grab my shorts,” she said, raising her eyebrows at him. He slid his feet into the ridiculous sandals that Blaise had made him buy and looked up at her, silently daring her to say something about them. She hid her smile and began walking towards a group of seats. When they had almost reached their destination, he made the mistake of raising his eyes to see who was sitting beneath the umbrella that her clothes were apparently also under. Her brother and Granger were connected at the mouth. He pulled a face, and Ginny caught him.

To his utter surprise, she burst out laughing.

The sound of her laughter was enough to cause Ron and Hermione to jump apart. They both looked extremely embarrassed, until they noticed who she was with. Ron began fumbling around for the wand that he didn’t have, while Hermione simply stared. Ginny clucked her tongue at her brother as she pulled a pair of denim shorts over her long legs.

“Ron, sod off,” she said calmly. “He’s with me. We’re going to go and ride some roller coasters together. Unless, of course, you’ve decided to ride some with me?” Draco took great pleasure in seeing Ron’s face turn several different shades of green before he shook his head mutely and sat down. She turned and flashed a brilliant smile at the blonde. “Shall we?”

It was a little late to be having second thoughts, but Draco was having them nonetheless.

The person attending the roller coaster had just checked to make sure that all of Draco’s restraints were in order and fastened properly, and Draco was seriously questioning his own sanity for doing this – even if it was for a beautiful girl.

Ginny, on the other hand, was bouncing with barely contained enthusiasm, impatiently waiting for the ride to start moving. He’d let her talk him into waiting for the very front car, telling him that it was the best. He sighed. The girl already knew how to manipulate him, playing to his desire to have the best of everything. A smile tugged at his lips, and he fought it. Just about the time it was bursting across his face like a sunrise, the ride began to move. He gripped the harness so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“Are you all right?” her concerned voice asked. He forced himself to relax his grip and nodded casually. So far it wasn’t so bad, he thought. They were moving slowly up an incline, the ride making loud clacking noises as it moved. Suddenly unwanted thoughts plagued him. Were those clacking noises normal? Was the ride going to fall backwards? What if the harnesses didn’t hold him in, and he fell out? He squeezed his eyes shut and took several deep, calming breaths. He would not let Ginny Weasley see him frightened, and he was definitely not going to let her enjoy this more than him.

She bounced slightly as they turned a corner, and he felt his heart jumping around nervously in his chest. Where the hell was the rest of the track? He wondered. It looked like after they rounded the next corner, the track disappeared…

Suddenly they were plunging down, moving so quickly that the air was forcing Draco’s lips back. He heard Ginny laughing next to him and saw out of the corner of his eye that she had raised her arms into the air. A few moments later, and the ride was already over. When they stepped off, Draco’s legs were wobbly, and he stumbled. Ginny caught him and smiled.

“It’s normal,” she said. “It happened to me the first time I got on, too. You have to ride it a few times for your legs not to feel all weak.” The ride was not what was making him feel weak at the moment, and he was glad when she released him. They moved down a ramp, and she stopped when they reached a small booth. She looked up and smiled, then turned to him. “Look! There we are!”

Draco was highly displeased to note that he looked less than appealing in the photo. He stood up straight, pulling himself to his full height, when she said she was going to buy the incriminating photo.

“I can take better pictures than that. Care to have another go?”

Exactly five rides later found Draco and Ginny laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe. Ginny had purchased three of the five pictures that had been taken of them, much to Draco’s mixed chagrin and amusement. He had purchased one of the photos himself, although he wasn’t sure why. Standing here, laughing with her like this, he felt like he’d been friends with her all of his life.

“Enough of this ride,” she laughed, stuffing the latest picture in her back pocket. “Want to ride something else?”

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to a cluster of stuffed animals hanging on the wall. She smiled.

“Those are games. You can win stuff if you can beat the game, but they’re all fixed so no one can win.” Draco stopped walking and eyed her thoughtfully.

“You’re telling me that I can’t win before I’ve even played?” he didn’t like the sound of that. She sighed as he headed towards one of the booths.

“Draco,” she said, rolling her eyes. His eyes snapped up to stare at her. He’d never heard her say his first name before, and the sound of it falling from her lips sent a tingle through him. She hadn’t seemed to notice. “I’m sure you can win, but this is really nothing more than a complete waste of money. If you want a souvenir, you can buy one in the gift shop.”

“Nonsense,” he said, handing the man behind the counter some money. “I’m going to prove to you that I can win.”

After spending what Ginny deemed an obscene amount of money, Draco finally managed to win a very small stuffed bear. She wrinkled her nose as he handed it to her.

“Lovely,” she laughed, holding it back out to him. “Was it worth all of the money you wasted on it?” He made no move to take the toy away from her.

“I don’t want it,” he said, shaking his head. She boggled at him. “You spent all of that money on a thing you don’t even want?”

“I did it to prove I could do it,” he shrugged, falling into step beside her. “And besides, that’s the one you said was cute, isn’t it?” He missed the look of genuine surprise that she was giving him.

“You mean you’re giving it to me?”

“Yes. What would you like to do now? Are you hungry?” Ginny arched an eyebrow as she peered down at the toy in her hand. Somehow this day was changing everything, and she never wanted it to end.

“No,” she said finally, meeting his silver gaze. Her stomach began doing flips. “I’m not really hungry – although I could go for a drink. You?”

“How about ice cream?” he gestured towards a vendor that was set up in the shade, and she smiled.

“Ice cream sounds wonderful.” They made their way through the crowd, then ordered their sweets (which, for reasons unbeknownst to Ginny, Draco had insisted on paying for). They sat down on a nearby bench, and he watched with amusement as Ginny tried to eat her confection before it melted. He laughed when her ice cream dripped onto her bare knee, and she mock-frowned at him.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing,” she said, a wicked glint in her eye. “I’ve only got ice cream on my leg. You’ve got it on your nose.” He blinked.

“No, I don’t,” he said, shaking his head. She dipped her finger in her ice cream and touched it to the tip of his nose, then burst out into giggles.

“You do now.” He arched an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I may have ice cream on my nose, but you’ve got it on your shirt.”

“Draco, I’m not wearing a shirt.” He leaned forward and let his ice cream drip onto the front of her bikini top, and she squealed. “You pillock, that’s cold!” He laughed.

“It’s cold, is it? Ever wonder if maybe that’s why they call it ice cream?” She slapped playfully at him, but he caught her wrist. Her breath lodged in her throat as he leaned forward slightly. His lips were so close that she could feel his breath mingling with hers; she could almost taste the chocolate of the ice cream he’d been eating.

“Do you want to go back to the water?” he asked. Disappointment flooded over her as he released her arm and stood, moving to throw the remnants of his cone away. She stood and threw her own ice cream away, then grabbed some napkins and began dabbing at herself with them.

“Did you even get in the water last time?” she asked, her disappointment giving way to amusement. He grinned.

“No. We albinos don’t swim a whole lot.” She grimaced.

“Look, I’m sorry about all that-“ she started. He held up a hand to stop her, and they began walking towards the water park.

“Don’t worry about it. Do you suppose that your friends will send a search party out for you? You’ve been gone for a while.”

“No,” she shrugged. “Harry met a girl and he’s been doing everything with her, and Ron and Hermione are all over each other. Fred and George always do everything together, and Bill and Charlie are hanging out together. I’m on my own.” He glanced at her before turning his attention back to his front.

“Is it always like that?”

“Like what?”

“Are you always the odd man out?”

“Usually.” She didn’t seem overly upset about it, so he didn’t press the issue.

“They won’t leave without you, will they?” he asked, watching her slide her shorts off.

“Don’t worry,” she sighed. “You won’t be stuck with me all night. If I’m cramping your style, you can always leave – you don’t have to hang out with me just because you feel sorry for me. Besides, won’t Blaise be looking for you?”

“He knows how to find me if he really wants to,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head, then standing to follow her to the wave pool. “And I don’t mind being with you all that much.” She laughed.

“Gee, thanks,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You really know how to make a woman feel wanted, don’t you?” she splashed him, and he gasped at the shock of the cold water. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. When he looked back at her, she squealed and took off through the water. He wasn’t far behind, and he caught up quickly. He dove and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into the water with him. She was spluttering and laughing when she became aware of their position.

They were standing in water that reached her breast; his arms were wrapped around her waist, and her hands were on his bare shoulders. Their faces were inches apart. She bit her lower lip and met his eyes.

“You splashed me,” he said softly, his eyes glittering. The corners of her eyes crinkled up with laughter.

“Very good, Draco,” she said, as though she were speaking to a toddler. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll work on your colors.” He arched an eyebrow at her.

“Tomorrow?” she could feel the flush that rose in her cheeks.

“It was a joke,” she said breathlessly, wondering if he had just moved closer. “I wasn’t trying to imply that you wanted to see me again, or anything.”

“Oh.” They were quiet for a moment, then he cleared his throat. “What if I wanted to see you again?” she could have sworn that her heart stopped beating.

“I know you like to tease people, but this isn’t-“ he cut her off.

“I’m not teasing,” he said, his eyes resting on her lips. “Where are you staying? I’ll come and pick you up in the morning.” She was thunderstruck. He seemed sincere, and she was so attracted to him that she wanted desperately to believe him.

“I’m at the Holiday Inn, five miles from here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. His face suddenly broke into a grin.

“Me, too.” She smiled.

"How very plebian of you," she laughed, then pulled away from him. He resisted for a moment, then let her go.

“I’m going to head back,” she explained, moving towards the shore. He nodded and followed her. When they got back to the chairs where their things were, she picked up her shorts, then turned to him. “Thank you for a wonderful day,” she murmured, standing on her toes and pressing her lips to his cheek. Before he could reply, she was gone.