Ginny

As I walked away from the great hall, I couldn't help but still be upset over the break-up with Harry. He had told me that it was for my own safety, I could see the regret in his eyes as he spoke. Two years. Two years, four months and eight days to be exact. But who was counting? Harry knew I could fight on my own! He'd seen me fight along side him! He didn't have to end all we had for my so-called "safety". So why? My sorrow turned to anger, which suddenly turned back to sadness. I collapsed down on the floor in a heap of confusion, laying my head against the cold stone wall, and cried.

It must have been at least an hour when I finally pulled myself together. I could feel the sting of fresh tears behind my eyes, and willed them not to come. I could taste the salty tears that had fallen moments before. And I couldn't help but think about Harry. His electric green eyes, black hair that always seemed messy, and his lips. Oh how I loved his lips. I loved the way his fingers entwined perfectly with mine. The warm tingle I always got when he pulled me near, and the way his grip tightened around my waist when-

I was awoken from my miserable trance by someone tripping over my outstretched leg. I gasped when I realized who it was.

I pair of grey stormy eyes looked up at me and the face to which it belonged immediately turned into a sneer when it realized who I was.

"Watch yourself Weasley!" spat none other than Draco Malfoy. God how I hated him. First Harry, now him? Why did the world hate me?

"Did you hear me Weasel?" he asked as he picked himself up off the ground. I stood up too, not wanting to be looked down upon by this prat.

"Loud and clear, Malfoy." I stared into his eyes, and narrowed my own. I was sure I looked like a wreck from bawling my heart out for the past hour or so, but I didn't care.

"Then you should learn to answer your superiors!" he smirked.

"By superiors, I certainly hope you don't mean yourself," I gave him a faux-smile and he sneered at me. I rolled my eyes and began to walk in the direction of the kitchens. I hadn't eaten much at supper and I was getting hungry.

I heard footsteps behind me, three to be exact, and then my wrist was captured in his firm grasp. I couldn't help but notice how strong he was.

"Where do you think your going, Weasel?" he demanded, rather than asked.

"If you must know, I'm headed to the kitchens." I wasn't in the mood to argue. I wanted food and sleep.

"Why?" He yet again demanded with a raise of his perfectly carved eyebrow.

"Well, because generally when people are hungry, they go get food. And generally food is kept in this place called the kitchen. It's a great place really, it has fridges and ovens and cupboards!" I could hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice.

He squeezed my wrist and a whimper escaped my lips.

"Don't get funny with me Weasley." His eyes were like stones. Cold, hard. He held my gaze and I knew what game he was playing at, and I was up for it. I held the stare for as long as I could, but eventually gave in, and looked away. He smirked and let go of my wrist. As the circulation returned to my fingers, he began to walk towards the dungeons.

"Hey, Malfoy!" I called after him. He froze and turned around.

"What now, Weasley?" I could see his irritation plastered across his perfect features.

"Why were you running through the halls of a deserted corridor?" I actually was rather curious.

"None of your bloody business!" He straightened his shoulders defensively.

"But I told you-

"Weasley, I don't care. I will not be seen talking to a filthy blood traitor like you when I have business that needs to be taken care of!" He was breathing hard "so go run to your little saint of a bloody boyfriend, Potter, and leave me the hell alone!" He stared at me, I noticed is chest rise and fall, and pictured the muscles underneath that black robe, rising and falling in sync with his breathing. I quickly dismissed the thought from my head, horrified that it had entered in the first place.

Thinking about Draco Malfoy in such a way is wrong. So unbelievably wrong.

I suddenly remembered his earlier comment, and a sickening feeling formed at the pit of my stomach. I had to hold back a fresh wave of tears.

"He's not my boyfriend, anymore." I muttered.

Draco smirked and headed for the dungeons once again.

I turned to go the other way, but tripped over my own feet. I braced myself for the impact of the floor, but it never came. I opened my eyes to come face to face with a smirking Draco.

"Thanks" I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Watch yourself Weaselette." And with that, he dropped his arms and strode off. When I looked up from straightening out my skirt, he was gone.

I sighed and made my way to the Gryffindor towers. I was no longer in the mood for food. Maybe Hermione and I could talk to Harry or something. But when I got to the tower, minutes later, I had changed my mind. I wanted nothing to do with the boy who just broke my heart. I wanted nothing to do with his friends. I needed to move on. But the question was, could I?

I made my way through the common room and up to the dormitories. Just as I was going up the stairs, Harry came out of the boy's dormitory. I froze. He nodded to me and went down to sit with Ron and Hermione. He said something, and all three of them looked up at me. I turned quickly on my heel, and made my way to the dormitory.

I pulled on some purple pyjama's and let sleep overtake me.