Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. Sadly I am not J K Rowling.

(I know I forgot for the first chapter, I don't own anything from Harry Potter in that either)

Author note: This probably sounds pathetic but within a couple of hours someone favourited this story and I was so happy, it genuinely made my day. I'm so pathetic lol. However nobody reviewed so *hint hint* that would make me even happier. Anyway on to the next chapter….

Chapter Two

Draco's POV

Hogwarts, Early June, 1995

I am more than shocked when Gin asks me and Blaise to stay at her house over the holidays and be there for her birthday. Our families have been feuding for years but something inside of me warmed when she said she wanted to spend her birthday with me. However I know my father would never let me go, my mother is kind and caring but trapped under my fathers thumb. If he wasn't around maybe I could go. But that's not how things are.

'I'm busy.'

'You told me last week you were going to be so bored this summer because you were doing nothing.' Ginny's glare makes me feel instantly guilty.

'Plans change. And I highly doubt your precious Michael would like you spending your birthday with the big bad death eater as he likes to call me.' I glare back challenging her to reply.

She explodes. 'THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM AND YOU KNOW IT! EVER SINCE WE STARTED DATING YOU HAVE BEEN ACTING LIKE EVEN MORE OF A PRICK THAN USUAL AND I'M SICK OF IT! SORRY FOR THINKING MY BEST FRIEND WOULD WANT TO SEE ME ON MY BIRTHDAY! Blaise I'm going back to my dorm to go do my Arithmancy I'll see you at dinner.'

'Drake, was that really necessary. You could have just told her the truth.' Blaise already knows why I lied, he's freakishly perceptive.

'You know it was, I can't have her in danger.'

'He Who Must Not Be Named is not back. She's perfectly fine, you're just jealous.' Blaise smirks like a complete prat.

'Jealous?! Are you kidding me!' The look I give him would make a first year piss themselves.

'I see the way you look at her, so does Corner. Why doesn't he mind me hanging with Gin but hates you doing just that.' It's like he can read my bloody mind.

'Shut your mouth Zabini or I'll shut it for you.' I need to get away from this prat so he will drop the subject, I'll go back to the dorm.

I hear his stupid laughter following me as I stride away trying to get back to Slytherin as fast as possible. Once back at the dorm I look around and thank Merlin nobody else is here. I hate sharing, Mother calls me selfish but I like my privacy. Flopping onto my emerald bed I think about what Blaise said. It's true that Ravenclaw git Corner doesn't want me near his girlfriend, maybe because of my reputation as a womaniser flirting with girls left right and centre or because he thinks I'm a death eater. But deep down I realised maybe Blaise was right. Did he know how much I cared about Ginny? I see how much it's upsets her for me and her boyfriend to not to get on so if we stop being friends surely her pathetic boyfriend won't get so pissy with her. I know pushing her away would hurt her but it's definitely the right thing. She won't get hurt as much this way. The door bangs open and a whistling Blaise strolls in.

'What's up with you, you miserable git' Instantly he can tell something's up.

'None of your business.'

'It is if it involves our favourite red head. As her unofficial 7th brother it's my business.'

Prat. 'I'm doing what's best for her.'

He rolls his eyes at me and sighs, 'Drake for gods sake. Stop pushing away everyone who cares about you. You know this will hurt her more than anything, she really cares about you.'

There's no way she cares about a git like me as more than a friend. 'She has a goddam boyfriend.'

'If he's such a bad boyfriend why don't you let her know.'

'She loves him. I heard her tell Looney and Creepy Creevey yesterday.' Reliving the moments I heard her say she loved that ungrateful, pathetic prat were some of the worst moments of my life.

He doesn't bother to tell me off for insulting Gin's friends. 'Oh Drake…'

'Leave it Zabini. I don't need pity, we are just friends.' He gets up and walks out. He knows I hate being pitied.

A few hours later I get up and head to dinner, immediately spotting Blaise I sidle over trying to keep a calm façade whilst hiding the sorrow knowing how much pain I was about to cause. I hear footsteps running towards me, and turn to see the one girl I was trying to get out of my mind running towards Blaise and I tears streaming down her face. All thoughts of abandoning her are wiped from my mind. I grab her arm, not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to swing her around.

'Come on, we can go to the Room of Requirements and talk, you don't need those harpies listening in.' I shoot a glare at Millicent Bullstrode and Tracey Davies, who were currently highly amused by Ginny's tears . Blaise shovels down one last mouthful then gets up and follows. His sister figure is crying her eyes out and all he can think about is food. We reach the corridor outside the Room of Requirement so I grab Ginny's hand and shut my eyes.

'We need somewhere to talk.'

A door appears before us just as Blaise dashes around the corner. I roll my eyes and pull Ginny through the door and Blaise jogs to catch up. As soon as we enter Blaise starts laughing hysterically and all I can do is stare.

'Why, why is this, funny?' Ginny says between sobs.

Suddenly I snap out of shock and look at the deep midnight blue room and open my mouth to reply,

'This is an exact replica of Drayke's bedroom my dear.' Bloody Zabini has to make things weird.

Then surprisingly Ginny gives a slight chuckle but then just continues to sob. I half carry her to one of the blue sofas and set her down not removing my arms from around her.

'What's wrong angel?' I can't sit here and hear her sobs much longer it's horrible.

'I went to, go find him, and and…' she breaks off, sobbing into my chest.

'Gin, what's wrong?' Blaise looks genuinely concerned.

'He was, he was, kissing that bloody slut…' Another wave of tears.

'What the hell is going on.' She can sense how mad I am, my whole body tenses up. Unlike Blaise and I, Ginny rarely swears so something pretty damn serious must have happened.

'I went, to tell him, that I, loved him and ask him, to my, my birthday party. And he was kissing, that slut, Hannah, Hannah Abbott.'

'Who kissed Hannah Abbott?' Blaise is a bloody prat, way to make the situation worse.

'Michael.' She's crying buckets now.

I'm furious, 'I swear to God once you're ok I'm going to go find that unworthy prick and…'

'NO! Drake please I can't have you in detention, not when I need you.' My heart is about to burst.

'Fine, fine he had better thank his lucky stars.' We calm her down a bit and she proceeds to fall asleep still snuggled into my chest.

I did break his nose later that week. The prat deserved it. Luckily my threats were very persuasive in making sure he didn't tell a teacher and I didn't end up in detention. Ginny knows it was me but spared me a lecture. I think she is secretly rather pleased.