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Staring at the back of that blonde head. Again. What was wrong with her?

Ginevra Molly Weasley, only daughter to Arthur and Molly Weasley, should not be even the slightest bit interested in the Slytherin Prince. She was a Gryffindor and a blood traitor, he was a Sytherin and strongly supported blood purist ideas. Their families hated each other. So why the hell did she find herself thinking about him so often?

She should be thinking about Harry Potter, the bloody Boy-Who-Lived. Her brother's best mate and a fellow Gryffindor. She was in love with him, ever since she had heard his story. She was in love with Harry Potter. Not Draco Malfoy.

Her thoughts drifted to the gray eyed boy, a ludicrous image of the two of them together by the lake forming in her mind. No. Ginny shook her head, trying to clear the thought. What was happening?

She loathed Draco Malfoy, ever since they had met. He called her a Weasel, a blood-traitor, a slut. She called him a bastard, a spoiled brat, a dirty Slytherin. How could she even consider the idea of them as a couple? The redhead was suprised she didn't shudder at the thought.

The staring, though... the constant thoughts about him... the fast beating of her heart as she saw him give her his trademark smirk...

Perhaps, she had a slight infatuation. Damn him.


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