Chapter One: Cherries and Thunder

"I don't give a damn how attractive the girl is-she's a blood traitor and that's that."

Malfoy scowled at Crabbe who had been drooling quite obviously at the redhead sitting in the stands crying. Goyle, however just started off into space and every-so often he would ask when the next meal was.

The three had snuck out there to taunt the Gryffindor team while they had their Quidditch practice whilst preparing for their match against Slytherin this coming Saturday. Only three days left and, by the looks of it, they were short a chaser.

Ginny Weasley had showed up, quidditch robes in her hands, she handed them reluctantly Harry and then had run off the feild and into the stands where she had been sitting for several minutes, her face burried in her lap and tears streaming down her face.

"Look at her," Malfoy said, "She's weak and pathetic. Just like a blood traitor would be."

The sky began to darken and a quiet boom filled the Quidditch pitch. No rain yet, but soon enough there would be and then the Gryffindor team would have to get off the pitch without any practice at all. Malfoy smirked and snickered.

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Resting her elbows on her knees, Ginny Weasley ran a small, pale hand through her long red hair. She had been so stressed this whole term and she just couldn't do Quidditch. The less time she spent with Harry, she figured, the less she would have to think about him. Out of sight, out of mind was what Tonks had told her over the summer after having to hear Ginny bicker and whine everyday about how much she loved and yet hated Harry at the same time. How could he be so selfish? How could he just forget about her? He still loved her-it was apparent, but why couldn't they be together? These things were just too complicated for fifteen-year old Ginny Weasley's mind.

She heard small thunder booms threatning to bring rain and storms to Hogwarts. She didn't mind though because she quite liked the rain.

Ginny could hear Malfoy and his little cronies Crabbe and Goyle snickering and talking in the stands above and to her left. They may have been a good distance away, but Ginny had always had good hearing-without Fred and George's extendable ears.

She looked down into the shining silver stands. She could see her reflection and she looked simply awful. Her hair a complete mess and her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She had large bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and her skin was continually getting paler and paler. Makeup ran down her cheeks but she ignored it because looks didn't really seem to matter to her at the moment. If she couldn't have Harry then she didn't want anyone.

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"Where are you two going"

"Food,"

"LUNCH"

Malfoy scowled as Crabbe and Goyle left him sitting in the quidditch stands, watching stupid Gryffindors play as they went in for food. His stomach was craving food, but he didn't want to eat.

He looked down and to his right and saw the red-head still sitting in the same crouching position with her hands in her messy hair. She wasn't wearing a coat or long robes or anything and it was the middle of November. Idiot girl, Malfoy thought to himself although he somehow found himself very physically attracted to her.

He scowled as he realized that Goyle- or maybe even Crabbe- had left their long winter robe on the stands.

"Stupid gits," he murmmured.

He looked over at the lonely girl again as she sat propably crying in the cold, rainy weather and he sighed to himself.

He looked up at the sky as a slightly louder boom of thunder came circling in and he felt a single small drop of rain touch his cheek. He moved a strand of white blonde hair out of his face, and trotted down the stands toward the Weasley girl.

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"It's nearly winter, you surely know that already." said a sly male voice from directly above Ginny.

"What the bloody hell do you want Malfoy?" she asked, sniffling and shivering. She hadn't even thought twice about taking a jacket or even a longer robe outside with her even though she knew how cold it would get.

"Potter's a git, you know," Draco said. "And I just thought you looked cold, so here-" he said as he tossed her his long robe, "Wear that so that you don't have to go to the hospital wing. You don't want to catch pnemounia before the match on Saturday." he then noticed he was being a little too nice and it was completely out of character. "Figure I'll at least let you feel like you've put up a fight. Rather than just letting us win I supposed you Gryffindors need to feel somewhat important."

There, he thought, that was more like the real Draco Malfoy.

And yet, he felt a ping of guilt somewhere deep inside of his gut.

"I'm not on the team anymore," she said quietly and slowly-letting it really sink in. "I-I just resigned. That's what you and your stupid little friends were lauging about wasn't it? How pathetic I am for quitting and how I'm a stupid blood-traitor."

"They're not my friends," he said, taking a seat above her, "And I don't give a damn if you quit the team or not- put the robe on before you freeze to death."

The rain started to come down slightly more to the point where Ginny decided that whether Malfoy had jinxed it or not, it was a good idea to feel warm for at least a few seconds.

It was silent for a while and Ginny had realized that he really hadn't jinxed it and maybe he was just being nice. "T-Thanks," she said quietly. Half-hoping that he wouldn't hear her.

Draco shivered, wishing almost that he hadn't given her his robe because he was now wet and cold. He looked at her, even though it was only her back. He placed his feet on the seat beside her either of her hips where she was sitting, touching them slightly as a rush went through his body.

"M-Malfoy?" asked Ginny as she looked down by her sides, seeing his feet. Draco Malfoy was touching her, even if it was only his feet. "W-What are you do-" but before she could finish the rest of her sentence, she felt a cold hand grab her chin and Malfoy slid down on his knees beside her as he slowly leaned in to kiss her.

Their lips touched and Ginny's mind went completely blank. She tried to make sense of this, but all of her senses except for feeling seemed to fail. All she could think of was how good it felt with his lips pressed against her's. She felt his hand move towards the back of her neck and she could feel chills up and down her spine and her hair tingled. She heard the clatter of the metal stands beneath her and she was pretty sure that Malfoy had moved down next to her rather than leaning from the bench above her.

Draco opened his lips slightly and playfully nibbled on her lower lip. He ran his hands gently through her thick hair, in an attempt to warm them a little bit.

Ginny giggled and wrapped her arms around Malfoy's neck and continued kissing him.

The rain was coming down harder now and her hair was wet through and through and her second layer of clothing wasn't so protected anymore. The thunder continued to get louder and louder, but then, suddenly, a voice rose from the thunder.

"GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF OF MY SISTER!"

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