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Ginny's mind was still reeling as she sat down in the Great Hall for dinner. Only minutes before, she had been making out with Draco Malfoy in an empty corridor, but had decided to break it up due to the mass of people streaming through them from the Quidditich pitch.

Now that she had a chance to collect her thoughts, she realized just how immature she had been acting. I mean, really? I was making out with Draco! Draco! And why am I calling him Draco? Ginny thought furiously as she blushed, remembering what Dra- Malfoy! had told her. I must have been caught up in the heat of things. Too pissed off to think rationally. But somewhere in the back of her mind, Ginny knew that that wasn't true. She had felt something.

"Hey! Where were you? I looked for you after the match, but I couldn't find you," Hermione said as she slid in next to Ginny.

"Oh, yeah. I wasn't feeling too well, so I left early," she lied.

"Oh! I hope you're feeling better!" Hermione said, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Ginny responded nonchalantly.

"You're hair looks messy, too. What happened?"

Ginny looked up unconsciously at the Slytherin table, while frantically trying to smooth down her hair. Malfoy had been watching her, and when their eyes met, he smirked. She hurriedly looked down at the table again and muttered, "Wind."

"Oh. Okay... Oh! Look! Harry's coming over here!" Hermione squealed and Ginny looked over to indeed see Harry walking over to them with a grumpy looking Ron in tow.

As they sat down next to her, Ginny dared a glance at the Slytherin table, only to find Malfoy glaring daggers at Harry. She caught his eye, and this time it was her turn to smirk. As she turned to talk to Harry, she could feel Malfoy's eyes on her.

Let him. This could be fun.

"So Harry. How was detention?" Ginny asked, looking up at Harry, who was starting to blush.

"'s alright. It would have been nice to have actually been at the match, though." he replied, looking down at his feet.

"Yeah." He looked nervous. I wonder why.

"Hey, Ginny? Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you want to.. er.. do you want to go out with me?" Oh. That's why.

"Oh, well, er.." This was her one chance! The one she'd been waiting for! Harry had actually asked her out! But for some reason, she didn't feel happy. She shot another look at the Slytherin table. For one fleeting moment, she thought about the blonde-haired boy sitting there.

"Er, sorry, but no." Ginny looked up at Harry just in time to see his crest-fallen face.

"Oh, well, so-" but Harry was cut off.

"Why the bloody hell not?" shouted Ron. "You've been in love with him for ages, and now he asks you out, and you say no? If you're wondering whether I'll have a problem with it, look I'll deal! But for you to say no is just-"

"Shut up!" Ginny yelled. She couldn't take it. She turned to Harry. "Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know how I feel about you right now, and I don't want to give you false hope. So my answer is no. Sorry," she turned to her brother. "And you have no clue how I feel so just stay out of it."

Ron looked put out.

"It's okay. I understand," Harry assured her, though he sounded upset. "Can I ask why, though? Is it because of some other guy?"

Ginny looked up into Harry's hurt green eyes and thought, I can't lie to him. I have to tell him the truth.

"Well, yeah, actually it is," she admitted warily. She heard her brother snort, and looked over Harry's shoulder to glare at him.

"And who would that be? I haven't seen you around any guys lately," Ron pointed out.

"I don't know that that's any of your business," she retorted.

"Ginny, can I talk to you?" Hermione whispered from behind her.

"Sure," she replied as she turned around to face the bushy-haired brunette.

"Can I ask what this is all about? I mean, two days ago, you would've died at the chance to go out with Harry. What happened?" she whispered.

"Well... when I said I left the match early, it wasn't because I didn't feel good. It's because I was really angry. I met up with Malfoy in the corridor, and I was so angry I almost punched him. But then.." Ginny halted.

"Then what?" Hermione insisted.

"He kissed me. And I... I kissed him back," she admitted. Hermione gasped.

"You WHAT?" Ron spluttered. He had been eavesdropping on the conversation and had heard what Ginny said. "You kissed MALFOY? But he's a git!"

Ginny turned around and saw both boys staring at her. Harry looked astonished. Ron looked like he wanted to hit something. She glared at both of them.

"Look, he kissed me first. I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. Now if you two don't mind, I'm leaving. I prefer not to be criticized by idiots. If I hear a word about this from anyone else, you'll wish you hadn't been born. Got that?" she glared pointedly at Ron as she said this. They both nodded, and she swept out of the hall without another word.