"Ginny, can you come here for a minute?" asked Harry, interrupting her conversation with Luna Lovegood. His green eyes were so blank of emotion when he spoke to her. They had just started dating. Figured it was a good time to try it out.

Ginny jumped and said her apologies to Luna. Luna nodded, gracefully, and walked off. She was headed in the direction of the green house, where her boyfriend, Neville was probably working. Harry gestured her to come with him to the Room of Requirements.
They got there and went in. There were chairs for them to sit down in. Comfy chairs that the room had supplied them with. Harry sat down in one, uneasily. He gestured for Ginny to do the same. She flopped down in a comfy green easy chair.

"Ginny, you know we haven't been dating that long, right?" asked Harry, looking down at his hands.

"Yea. Is something wrong, Harry?" she asked him. Something was bugging him she just knew it.

Harry coughed. "Well, Ginny. I don't think it's working out. I only like you as a sister. And it's weird dating my sister. I'm sorry."

Gasping, Ginny looked at him, wide eyed. "What?"

"I only like you as a sister," replied Harry, again with more confidence.

Getting up quickly, Ginny took one last look at him before she fled from the room. Harry just sat there, staring at her seat and sighed. Well, that was the end of that he thought to himself.

Ginny ran down the hall with tears in her eyes. Stopping at a statue, she sunk to the ground and cried. Harry had told her, just a few minutes ago, that he only loved her like a sister and nothing more. A sister! As if she needed another brother. There was already too many of them. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming closer to her.

"Well, look here. It's little Red," drawled a familiar voice.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she snarled, wiping her eyes with the edge of her robe.

"Someone's testy. Does Potter not love you enough?" he laughed.

How did he even know! It just happened. Putting on a frown, her green eyes dancing with fire, she looked up at him. "Why do you care?"

"Why do you care so much bout Potty anyhow? He'll never deserve you," he remarked, coldly. Ginny thought she saw pity and empathy for her in his eyes.

"He's better than you ever could be, Malfoy?" she spat.

That struck a chord. His face grew hard and cold. He leaned down to her balled up form. His voice came out even and soft. "I could love you better than him."

Whoa. What did he just say? Did she hear him correctly? Did he even mean it? Or was this some sick joke. It had to be that. So, standing up, she scoffed. "Nice joke, Malfoy. Real nice." With that, she turned to walk away.

A hand darted out and grabbed hers. Malfoy's eyes peered darkly at her. All his emotions were hidden. "I'm being serious, Ginny."

"Why me?" Ginny asked.

"I have my reasons. So what do you say?" he asked. Hope laced through his voice.

Ginny cocked her head and thought about it for a good few minutes. Then she smiled. "Ok, I'd like to see this one."