Disclaimer: JKR rules this world…

A/N Yay! I'm finally back! (Sorta) This chapter is from Draco's POV, and next time…we might have some special character interaction. Okay, so…yeah, enjoy and review!! Oh, and I state again, I've never been British, so hear me out.

Chapter 2

Stupid girl, I steam, staring at her from over my pumpkin juice. Her face is flushed a deep scarlet, embarrassed at our little explosion seconds before. The color looks beautiful on her skin. Stop that, Draco! I shake my head and down my spiked pumpkin juice. The more I drink, the more Weasley fades into my subconscious.

"She's such a little whore," Pansy sniffs, whipping back her bobbed hair. Blaise nods. Crabbe and Goyle are too busy stuffing their faces, as usual, to say much of anything.

"Who?" I mutter, my eyes still locked on Ginny (Weasley, I chide myself). She's laughing at something Thomas's said, but I notice the tightness around her eyes that's a dead giveaway for her boredom.

"Weasly. Always strutting around like she can have any guy at Hogwarts. As if." Pansy leans sickeningly close, stringing her arm through mine. "That slut can never have my Draco-Waco." I pull away from her on instinct. "What the hell Draco?" She explodes, her lip curling upward in her famous Bitch-sneer.

"Shut up." She does. The one thing I hate most about Pansy is her willingness to completely submit to everything I say. She never did. She stood her ground, fought back.

"Oi, Zabini," I say to shift the focus away from the Weasley girl. He looks up at me expectantly, pudding globed on the side of his mouth. "You're going to Slughorn's Christmas party, right?" Blaise nods.

"Why?" He asks when he finally swallows.

"No reason," I mutter. Of course there is one. It's my only chance to slip Slughorn the poisoned mead.

"Does it have to do with," he pauses and leans in closer, "You-Know-Who?" He says the name with such reverence, I almost scream. If my parents weren't being held at wand point, I'd gladly kill the Dark Lord with my own hands. As it is, I have to continue with my visibly lackluster attempts at killing Dumbledore. The Dark Lord was less than pleased with my failed attempts with Katie Bell, and my father suffered for that.

"Yeah. It does." I whisper, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. On instinct, my eyes flicker back to Weasley. She's still an amazing scarlet, but this time, I have a feeling that it has to do with some time Thomas has done. Stupid git.

"Can I help?" Blaise and Pansy ask simultaneously. They may be thick, but sometimes 'thick' is just the trait one needs.

"What did you get on your Potions O.W.L.s?" I ask Blaise.

"I passed," he said indignantly.

"Then I need you to finish the batch of Polyjuice Potion I have in our room. Do you think you can handle that?" I sneer. Blaise huffs, but nods.

"What about me, Drakey?" Pansy whines, kissing my cheek.

"I need you to find me a way into Slughorn's party." I pull away from her.

"Why don't you take the Weasley girl," she laughs. Blaise laughs with her, and even Crabbe mutters a guttural semi-laugh.

I don't say anything, lest I betray that it wouldn't be such a bad idea if she weren't already with Thomas. Even as I try to deny it, I can't help but wish that I were the one leaning against her, I were the one brushing her hair back from her face. I can't help but wish that I were the one with her, right now. Not with stupid Pansy (my sorry excuse of a cover-girlfriend), but with orange haired, fiery tempered, perfect Ginny Weasley.

My envy flairs even more when Potter leans over Granger to talk to her. And the way she blushes when he does. I've always known about her little crush, though she denies it over and over. I'm not as dense as she seems to think.

"If he wasn't a Gryffindor…" I hear Pansy mutter.

"What was that?" I ask, enraged. Her pale pallor automatically flushes to a deep chartreuse (A/N, I know, I know, it's green…but for some reason I always feel like using it as red…so for this sentence's sake, we're going to defy the English language and pretend chartreuse=scarlet…or you can just imagine she gets sick for some reason at Draco speaking to her…) (Okay fine, you wore me down.) Her pale pallor automatically flushes to a deep scarlet, staining her cheeks and the well displayed path down into her low-slung vest.

"Nothing." She snaps, turning away to stuff more random pudding into her mouth. I pick at mine unenthusiastically. Not only do I have, well, murder on my mind, but even worse, I have the epitome of all teenage drama; unrequited (and unwelcome) love.

Fine, fine.

I'm in love with Ginny Weasley.

In case you hadn't already figured it out.

It's not just that I think about her all the time (which I do), but I dream about her. Every night, I dream about how it could be different. How it could be me over there sneaking kisses behind Brother Weasley's back. How it could be me stealing her around corners and pulling her into me. How it could be Draco and Ginny again and not Malfoy and Weasley.

Before I know it, dinner is gone, and my opportunities at sneaking looks at Weasley are past. The others get up to leave.

"I'll be in the common room soon," I say. They nod without question and leave. I watch Weasley and Thomas holding hands as they leave. Making sure no one's watching, I follow them. They break off from the rest of their little dinner group, straying down an empty corridor. I lag behind to make sure they don't see me.

"All I'm saying is that I wish you'd pay a little more attention to me!" Thomas whines when I catch up and hide behind a curtain.

"Then be a little more bloody interesting!" Weasley shouts, throwing her hands up in the air. I smile. I love angry Ginny. Weasley. Hate…dammit.

"Interesting? Oh, all of a sudden, I'm not interesting enough for you? Well, shit, Ginny! If you want someone more interesting, go crawling to Potter! He'll take you, you little slut!" Weasley slaps Thomas harder than I've ever seen anyone hit someone before.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?" She screeches. Thomas rubs his cheek. I wish I were out there kicking his arse for saying something like that. My fist tightens around my wand. It would be so easy to knock him to the floor…

"I'm sorry, Ginny." Thomas bows his head. "I really, really am." Weasley's face softens. Don't do it, Ginny. Don't do it. I plead to myself.

"Yeah. You are." Thomas bites his lip at Weasley's harsh words. "But you're lucky I like you." He gathers her gently in his arms. I turn my face away, regretting following them.

"I'll see you in a bit." Weasley says. "I think I left something in the Great Hall." I hear Thomas leaving.

"Come out." Weasley demands. My heart starts pounding. "Come on. I know you're there." Her brisk steps bring her to my hiding spot. Before she can get to me, I step out. Her eyes widen.

"You and your wee little boyfriend not getting along any more, Weasley?" I sneer, pushing against her to get down the corridor. "Too bad, too bad."

"Just because you're jealous…" She trails off. I turn quickly to face her.

"Jealous? Me? Why would I be jealous of someone dating a Blood-Traitor? And someone who's a massive whore on top of that?" Ginny's mouth tightens and her fists flex. "Oh. Is wittle Weasley gonna hit me?" I swoop in close, my heart picking up despite myself. "Do it, baby. Give it to me good."

"I'll save that for Dean." She smirks and swirls around, the tips of her long hair flicking across my face. I breathe in deeply to try to keep her scent with me.

"See you around, Draco." She says as she walks off. I nod sadly, and wave at her back. At least she can't see me.

A/N That…was awful. I'm so sorry. I was really grasping for something to write about. Please forgive me.