Ginny was wonderful. Draco turned to Crabbe and Goyle. "Have you ever noticed how wonderful Ginny is? The way the sun hits her fiery hair? It looks like flames. My little spit-fire."

Over his head, Crabbe and Goyle exchanged puzzled looks. "Ummm... If you say so, Draco."

"I do. She is truly everything a woman should be."

Crabbe wasn't so sure of that. He'd seen bigger breasts on a fat eight-year old boy.

"Sadly," Draco continued, "our association must now come to an end. When my father hears of my love for the fair Ginny, he will disown me. And I will be forced to make my own way in the world, with only Ginny by my side. There will be no place for you in my new life. Nor should you be forced to leave all that you have, simply because of me. Good-bye, my dearest friends. I shall think of you often."

With that, Draco swept away out of Slytherin's common room. Goyle turned to Crabbe. "What just happened?"

"I'm not sure. But it was weird."

"I think we should tell Professor Snape."

"I think you're right."

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Ginny held up two bellybutton charms. "Which one? The butterfly or the flower?"

Draco thought about it. "The butterfly. You're the only flower I want to see."

Ginny giggled. "You're so sweet. I don't see why Ron's so upset about the two of us dating. From the way he talks, you'd think you were a terrible person."

"It's not his fault. Not completely. It's just that you are the only person who can see past the shallow facade to the true me."

"Oh, Draco. You say the sweetest things."

She leaned forward and the two of them kissed. That kiss was interrupted as Professor Snape came bursting into the room. "Stop right there, both of you. Crabbe, Goyle, get Malfoy. Miss Weasley, stay where you are. Do not follow us. I promise, all will be well."

As he realized what was happening, Draco began to struggle. "What? Unhand me. I thought you two were my friends."

"We are, Draco."

"Then let me go! I need to be with Ginny!"

"No, no, you don't. Professor Snape explained it to us," said Goyle. "Everything is going to be all right."

With that, the two bigger boys pinned Draco to the ground. Snape nodded to Goyle. "Pinch his nose shut."

Draco tried his best, but even wizards have to breath sometime. As he gasped for air, Snape grabbed his lower jaw and poured a potion down the boy's throat. At a signal from Snape, Crabbe and Goyle let Draco go. He rolled over onto his side, sputtering and coughing. He gasped, "Disgusting."

"Well, I know it's not butterbeer, but the potion was necessary to--"

"No, not the potion -- though, that was horrible, you're right. I touched Weasley lips! Me, a Malfoy. I've been contaminated. What the hell possessed me to do something like that?"

"That, Mr. Malfoy, is an excellent question." Snape regarded him carefully. "I suggest we seek the answer to it, before something like this happens again."