Ginny rushed down the hallway. Oh where was he? That stupid ignorant basturd! Oh, when I find him! The thoughts of all the wonderful spells she could use to make his life miserable. He had done the most stupid, indescribable thing! Oh her poor, poor Harry. She ran faster as the memory came to her.

She was on her way to the Gryffindor hallway when she heard the loud boom. Running to go investigate, she nearly got knocked down by Draco running smack into her. It seemed to slow him down a bit, and for that he turned his head and glared. She paid no attention to him and instead got up she dusted off her skirt. She ran faster down the hallway as her mind started working. Technically, he shouldn't have been down there. Which meant whatever happened, it was serious trouble. Turning a corner, she rushed into a crowd. Getting through it was nearly impossible, nor could she ever possibly stand high enough to look over what it was. She pushed her way through and came to the front of the crowd, seeing something she wished she had never gotten to see. There in the middle of the crowd was Harry, down on the floor. His skin was pale and sweaty. He began shaking then a series of violent convolutions started.

"Harry!" She began to rush to his side, only to be pulled back by one of her and Harry's best friend, Heromine.

"Ginny, get out of here!"

"Why the hell should I? I want to know what happened, and I want to know now!" The fact that she sounded like a spoiled little brat and nothing else showed in Heromine's face for an instant. She turned for a moment to look at Harry. His eyes were wide open, but yet, he seemed completely unknown to everything going on around him.

"He's going to be fine." Heromine said turning back to look at her. The horror still showed in her face, but she could see her friend worrying over her. She had to trust her, if she said he was going to be fine, he would be. She sighed quietly.

The truth was, somewhere inside she did know it. Harry was powerful, if he had beat he-who-cannot-be-named, in every plot he's attempted, something like this, whatever it was should be simple, right? Either way whoever did it had to be powerful as well and in the dark arts, and no one had a heavy case of practicing that-. Except, Draco Malfoy.

"That… evil son of a bitch!" She turned around and weaved herself out of the crowd.

She smirked softly as more evil thoughts came to mind. It wasn't a secret that Draco and Harry had it in for each other. Ever since Draco realized how much more powerful, or popular Harry was, he couldn't help wanting to prove he was the best in all Harry got put into. She figured it was just part of Draco's sick nature. He had to be the best at everything.

But this time he'd gone too far. Killing someone with magic would get you expelled, not to mention sent to the prison. Sure, Draco probably didn't cast that spell to kill Harry, but she wouldn't put it too far past him to try next time.

Turning one more corner she found the room Draco had. Technically she shouldn't be in the Slytherin rooms, but getting in trouble was far away from her mind at a time like this.

She knocked on the door, quiet hard. He better answer this door. I know he's here. She figured he'd try to cover up and say he had never been anywhere near Harry, the best place to say that would be in his room. The rest of the Slytherins would have seen him walk in and vouched it.

She waited impatiently, tapping her foot for the stance of two seconds before knocking again, harder then she did the first time.

"Uh, who the hell is it?" Came from behind the door. She smiled softly knew it, but didn't answer. There was a ruffle, and then his footsteps could be heard coming closer to the door. He opened it, casually leaning one arm on the wall while the door was still held in his hand, obviously to block her from coming in.

"What the hell do you want Weasley?"

"Oh, I simply wanted to talk to you Malfoy." She said it in the best calm and coy voice she could manage.

He smiled softly before responding, "Come to see if I could spare some time with you? I knew somewhere along the line you'd confess how attractive you find me."

Yeah right. She looked him from bottom to top. His feet we're bear, and he was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a black belt. Since he didn't have a shirt on she could see the abs he had, as well as the muscles on his arms, even though they were quite small. He had become a bit broader, and had gotten a slight bit of a tan, due to all his riding to impress the girls, and all his detentions. Harry is still better.

She managed to smile and place a hand on his chest, and shivered a bit at the feel of his skin. "You mean you we're never fooled?"

"Of course not." He placed his hand over hers then moved away from the door. She stepped in and closed it. Once she turned around he surprised her by pushing her up against the door with his body, then taking both of her hands and pinning them at the wrist by her head.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Why did you come here Weasley?"

She didn't know what to say, she was still surprised with his actions.

"Answer me." He growled it at her.

"What did you do to Harry you basturd?" She yelled it at him, than tried getting free. All that seemed to do was get her pinned against the door harder.

"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything to him since the last fight we had."

He actually looked confused. He had enough nerve to act that way, but then why should she be surprised? "You can stop trying to act innocent Draco. We both know what you did; you cursed him with that, with that whatever it was."

In his eyes she saw a burst of anger and fury. It actually made her a little scared. But then again, he wouldn't do anything to her that would just prove him guilty. As she predicted he didn't do anything, except lower his voice in a way that strangely intimidated her.

"My father is the only one to practice the dark arts anymore. I stopped that long ago." He pushed against her more and it sent an excited chill down her spine, even as she realized what a terrible mistake she had made, and not only in thinking he was the one who cursed Harry. "Get your facts right little girl. Even if I had done something to him, I would have proudly admitted it. To catch the Great Harry Potter unexpected and take him down would be a great feat and worth a great amount of acknowledgement."

He had her there. "If it's not you then who?"

"I don't know. You're smart enough, why didn't you go research the library instead of coming here." His famous "wicked smile" appeared on his lips.

"Don't you dare even try to imply anything! The only reason I came here first was because the man who ran out of Gryffindor looked exactly like you. He even glared at me like you do."

"Hmm, so you pay that much attention to know exactly how I glare at you?"

"No!"

"Why are you getting so upset, Ginny," there was a slight hint of amusement on the tone he used with her, "Is it because I'm so close to the truth?"

"Yeah right like I would ever be attracted to the likes of you."

He looked down into her eyes there was a fire there, a determination, a challenge. And there was nothing better then winning a challenge. "Let's see who's right and who's wrong. Shall we?"

Before she could utter another word, he bent his head and crushed his mouth to hers.