The wind picked up, the autumn breeze brought in the fresh marks of reds, oranges, and yellows', a the silent reminder that winter is just around the corner. Draco sat hunched over his Potions book, glanced over them, the pages flipping deftly by themselves, he mumbled a small spell to turn them over when the page was finished. He heard two familiar voices: Harry, that pothead, and his new girlfriend. They were arguing a little, to what his ears could pick up. He leaned back; glad to have the shadows of the tall building cover his appearance. The young pale haired Slytherin had decided to sit here alone, without the company of Crabbe and Goyle, for once. He couldn't really study with them around and if he had gone into the library, he would just find that annoying Granger.

He was sure the loving couple wouldn't see him, because they were so obviously in a heated discussion. He wanted to hear their discussion, and the little devil inside of him could take up a small spell to amplify what could be derived.

"Harry! I don't know what to say, I mean, you want me to stay away from you, but, how can I when you're constantly around, and when you're around, you're jealous of every move I make."
"Jealous?" Harry piped up, "If you didn't so much as flirt with every guy that takes an interest to you, maybe I wouldn't feel so…."
She cut in, "Insecure?"

The red haired girl folded her arms, the expression on her face set, angry, the furrowed brows, and the straight line along her mouth told the viewer she was serious, "You're the one who wanted to be alone. Alone, Harry, remember that? All by yourself to face Voldemort."

There. Draco flinched at the name. That little Weasley had courage, he'd give her that. He couldn't help, but be a little aggravated that he was forced to feel some sort of admiration. If anything, it only incensed him. The Gryffindor name was and is always a constant reminder of how he, Draco Malfoy, could never be one of the brave ones. And, with that, he was glad. He didn't know whether Harry and his brave buddies were more stupid than anything.

There was that fine line of stupidity and bravery and Draco was supremely satisfied that he didn't have to be mixed up with any of them. He smirked as Harry tried to console her, yeah, that's what Harry always tries to do. Console his girlfriends. First, that Parvati twin he barely acknowledged, giving excuses to her, telling her that he was a lousy date, and apologized. Draco never failed to know what went on Harry's life. It was in his best interest to know what happened to Pothead in his personal life. The better to have the upper hand with your enemies.

Then, that Cho girl from Ravenclaw, he remembered clearly. It was only a matter of time when those two would break up. She was too much of a depressed case after her first boyfriends' demise. Poor pretty Cho. Draco scoffed inwardly, what did Harry expect anyway? What surprised him was the time he took out that Luna girl. Another sad case, he mused, leaning back against the bench, his arms outspread to hang over the back of his seat.

Draco stared at them: Harry and his new girlfriend, that Weasley girl. Figures he'd end up with her, he growled silently. It was only a matter of time when that little red head would clamp her grubby mits on him. She was pathetic, always chasing after Harry, when the dumb dork hadn't given her the time of day.

Now, they had a year of sickening love, he snorted, and like usual, Harry's customary way, he would turn her down, all because of Lord--.

Harry had just left, he had been excused by the Weasley girl, telling him to go, and she stood there silently, staring at the pond, the fading green grass and the falling brown and red leaves around her, accentuating her dress and her hair. Maybe he'd just slip out, go back inside, but instead he sat there in the shadows, watching the annoying chaser. Or was she a chaser now? He had to admit, another thing he hated, that she played so well, he'd almost feel the urge to be jealous. Instead, he was a little selfish to admit that Harry had competition there. Narrowing his eyes, he stayed where he sat, not realizing how long time had past, maybe a few minutes, maybe more, but there was a sudden shaking of her shoulders to indicate her crying.

Now, he wanted to get the hell out of there.

"You can come out now, Draco Malfoy." She said, then with a whisper, raised a small wand that was tucked inside her winter jacket, "Lumos."

The area around him brightened, as if the shadows had lifted, revealing the Slytherin boy, in his green and black sweater, the scarf slung around his neck, and the wind blowing away the light blonde strands from his face. Ginny was incensed to find out he was there, just after she had her small little cry. She hated to have anyone see her cry. It's something she would never show to anyone in her life, not after that incident that happened to her during her first year in the Chamber of Secrets. What's worse, is that prat Draco Malfoy had heard her, and so instead, she stiffened her body, glad that the tears hadn't fallen.

He didn't know how long she had stopped crying and realized that he was there. He moved forward, slowly, because there was a time when she had sent him that bat bogey hex. To this day, that made him wary of the youngest Weasley.

When she had turned around to face him, her bright brown eyes glazed, an angry expression marred her otherwise delicate features, "You're always snooping into everyone's business, aren't you? Don't you have anything else to do than act like the snake that you are?"
He gritted his teeth, and lifted his chin, "For your information, you little brat, I was here first. You and your little lovers spat with Potter isn't my concern."

Draco stood up, tall, at least taller than her, and she had to slightly look up at him, but she was prepared to do anything to make him grovel. She could tell he was a bit wary of her, and for that a slow easy smile formed on her lips.

"You could have at least said something. But, of course," she added supremely, "You have no manners."
Sneering, Draco narrowed his grey eyes, "If anyone around here needs a lesson in manners, it's you. Can't a guy around here study in peace?"

He started to walk away, but heard her laugh, "Study in peace? The great Draco Malfoy?" There was a definite sarcasm in her voice. "Where's your fan club? Don't you have to help them study too?"

Stopping, he flicked a glance over at her, "They lower my IQ, don't you know how that feels? When you're around your brothers?"
"Ouch." She smirked, "You're at least getting better with your insults, if not with your Quidditch skills."

She was walking away now, and he understood now what she was up to. She was embittered that he had watched the spat between her and Harry, so the youngest Weasley couldn't wait to have the upper hand with him.

He reached out, an impulsive move, but that little Weasley brat isn't going to win this time. Bogey hex or not, he'd show her, "Just a minute, you."

When his hand clamped around her shoulders, she glared at him, brown angry sparks from her irises, her lips quivered with anger, "Let. Go. Of. Me." She said, with emphasis on each word.

"Or what?" The pale haired Slytherin boy remarked back with a challenge.
Draco leaned in, his angular face close to hers, the dare was there. It was the most brave thing, or stupid thing he could have done. Instead of a hex, she inhaled his scent. The smell of his masculinity, the lines of his face, the slight tick at his jaw, everything she saw, made her want to scratch his eyeballs out.

Defiantly, she raised her chin, "Or I'll have to kiss you, Draco Malfoy."
He released her immediately. A shock went through his body. Stepping back, he nearly stumbled, his pale brows furrowed in mystification, and he walked away with the most confused look she ever saw.

When he was gone, her shoulders shook with mirth; her tingly, yet mocking laughter could be heard as the Slytherin boy departed.
Wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, she smiled. Seeing the expression on his face was priceless. Expecting something like the usual threat, he wasn't prepared for something like that.

She hadn't felt that good in a long time.