AN: They're not mine, but you know that by now. I'm just saying this because I have to.
"Ginny, you can't do this."
The fiery girl didn't even look up as she continued throwing her belongings haphazardly into her trunk.
"Oh, can't I? Just watch me." She slammed the lid on her trunk and began to drag it out of the room.
"What made you do this?"
"Would you like the full list, Blaise? How about the fact that you treat me like dirt in front of your so-called Slytherin friends. Or that you never spend any time with me any more. Or that you expect me to wait on you like a house elf when you've had a bad day. Will that do?"
"You're leaving me for someone else, aren't you, Ginevra? Who is he?"
"Just accept it, Blaise. I don't love you any more. Yesterday you might have had a chance, but not after what you just said to me in front of that slut."
"Pansy is not a slut."
"Sure she isn't."
Ginny pulled her trunk out of the room and let the door slam behind her.
"How did he take it?" She looked at the blond who was leaning casually against the wall.
"How do you think he took it? Badly, of course."
"Then it's a good thing you've got me." He smirked, and she shook her head in despair.
"Are you going to help me with this or not?" She asked, gesturing to her belongings. He banished them to his room with a flick of his wand. They strolled into the Great Hall together, and smiled at the astonishment of everyone else. Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy were one of the most unlikely couples in the entire school, but somehow, it worked. And that's all that mattered to them.
AN: That poor little review button. All alone. Click it and cheer it up. You know you want to.