One

Ginny Weasley bit back tears as she fled the scene. Cho Chang and Harry – she just couldn't wrap her head around it. She had been so sure that Harry was finally beginning to take notice of her, and now, all of a sudden, he was set on dating Cho Chang. Fleeing into the empty classroom Ginny felt weak, tears leaking from her eyes at last, as she thought about what Cho had and she didn't. Cho was clever, and pretty, she guessed and she was older than her; the whole thing reminded her of how young she must seem to Harry. Harry with his eyes as green as fresh pickled toads. Harry the boy who stood up against you-know-who, brave, loyal and noble. Ginny's cheeks flushed as she wondered what he'd think if he knew how she felt. Jealousy wasn't an emotion that Ginny was a stranger too, what with having a family of older brothers, but she'd never felt it quite so badly before.

There was a loud cough as the classroom door opened up behind her. "Weasley," Draco Malfoy purred, "What's the matter? Finally realised that you're a freak?"

Ginny frowned and furiously battered tears away from her face "Get lost Malfoy. Besides what're you doing here anyway? Nothing better to do with your lousy little life?"

"Actually I'm waiting for Pansy," Malfoy said nonchalantly, before blushing furiously when he realised what he'd just said.

Ginny laughed delightedly. "Draco and Pansy, sitting in a tree, K – I – S" she began before being cut off.

"Shut up!" Draco snarled pulling out his wand and directing it at her, walking towards her as he did so. "I didn't mean it like that and you know it."

Ginny smiled innocently, all tears forgotten. "How did you mean it then, Malfoy?"

"It's none of your business!" he growled stepping yet closer to the ginger haired girl, until his wand was touching her throat.

Ginny looked up at him. "You wouldn't," she said, pulling her own wand out and directing it at his neck.

Ginny and Malfoy stared at one another and she realised with a jump that Malfoys' eyes were quite a stunning grey colour, a stark contrast to Harrys green, she thought as Malfoy also took a double take. He had never before noticed Ginny's bright, warm, brown eyes. They were, he thought, beautiful. And without thinking, completely forgetting why he shouldn't, Draco leaned in to kiss this daring, difficult girl.

Realising what he was doing, Ginny responded, wondering what it would be like to kiss someone so startlingly different to the boy she really wanted. She vaguely wondered if Draco was just toying with her right before her lips met his. Given two seconds more, perhaps Ginny would've backed out, for fear of being mocked, however as it was, their lips met before she could and all doubts vanished.

This was what she needed - Draco's warm lips against hers, surprisingly warm and gentle but moving hurriedly and desperately as they took in Ginny's own. She didn't think that she had ever felt anything as good in her life, the way that Draco took his hands and placed them on her back, moulding her into him, wands lying at their sides forgotten. The feel of Draco's tough body supporting her as their lips moved. His tongue entering her mouth and completely erasing any doubts she had left, warm and powerful it danced with her own as she wrapped her arms around his neck, needing support to keep her up. The way his lips tickled hers and the way his neck felt hot against her hands as she clung onto him. She kissed him back furiously, unwilling to let him take complete control, and he responded more desperately than ever.

Their kiss lasted for about a minute before the door behind them slammed open and Pansy Parkinson stormed in. The pair leaped apart abruptly, and without looking at each other turned to face Pansy. Ginny blushed furiously, her cheeks matching her hair, as she stared at the floor. Malfoy on the other hand, despite his tinged cheeks tried to keep a calm exterior as he stared at the intruder.

"Pansy." Draco Malfoy smirked, trying to keep his cool, hoping Pansy had seen nothing. "You're late."

Pansy frowned and looked from Draco to Ginny who kept her eyes on the ground stubbornly –

"Were you just-?" Pansy said, unsure if she should finish the sentence, at least until Draco glared at her and demanded, "Were we just what?" in such a defensive tone that she opened her mouth in shock.

"You were! And you said that you didn't care however pretty she was, you'd never touch a filthy blood traitor!" Pansy shrieked, jealousy was obvious in her voice.

At this comment, Ginny looked up and fixed Pansy Parkinson with a fierce glare. "Shut up, Parkinson." she growled, and Pansy frowned - although this quickly transformed into a smile.

"How do you think Potter will feel when he hears about this?" She grinned. "And your father Malfoy. I'm sure he'll be thrilled."

Ginny drew out her wand and pointed it at Pansy. "Is that a threat?" she asked, glaring. "Because, you know jealousy isn't pretty."

Pansy grinned malevolently. "It was a promise, you slut. I mean I know that you've been out with practically everyone from the other three houses - but starting on people like Malfoy in order to make Potter jealous? That's pathetic."

Ginny turned scarlet and began stuttering her reply incomprehensibly.

Pansy meanwhile turned to stare at Draco, who looked up to meet her gaze.

"You think you can threaten me?" He smirked, trying to keep his exterior calm and confident. "Pansy, you would be nowhere without me, and this blood-traitor means nothing to me. Would you want to ruin our friendship over some petty mistake?" His eyes narrowed as he hissed at the dark haired girl who now looked rather taken aback. "If you dare mention it to my father then you'll be lucky if you ever speak another word again. Understand?"

Pansy looked as if she definitely understood, and with a sharp turn she stormed out of the empty classroom.

"Thanks," muttered Ginny as she resumed glaring at the floor.

"Shut up," Draco said feeling consumed by self-loathing for his weakness, why had he kissed her? He scowled and stalked out of the room after Pansy, pausing for just a second at the door to say to Ginny, "Don't bother coming near me again. Filthy blood-traitor."