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Chapter 2: We meet again…

Your eyes whispered "Have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me.

Ginny could barely breathe as she saw a flash of confused recognition in Draco's eyes. She watched as he excused himself from his conversation with William Dupoir, and started to make his way over to where she stood.

As Draco got closer, Ginny found herself fixing her dress and patting down her hair. She froze as soon as she realized what she was doing. He's Malfoy, for heaven's sake, she thought to herself. I'm a Weasley! I'm supposed to hate him! Why do I care what he thinks? Ginny was getting seriously annoyed with herself, but didn't have much of a chance to start yelling at her brain, because Draco Malfoy had just reached where she was standing.

"Hello. I'm very sorry, but I noticed you looking at me from across the room." Draco said. "Do I know you?"

The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy.

Draco looked down at Ginny expectantly. She was surprised at his politeness, but managed to stammer out a reply.

"Um, yeah. W-We went to Hogwarts together. I was a year below you."

The blonde regarded the redhead as if searching his memory for any reference to her, but apparently he did not seem to find one. "I give up. Who are you?"

"Um. Well, my name is Ginny, but you'd probably know me better as Weaslette," she said, referring to the name he used for her in school.

Draco's thin eyebrows were raised so high, they practically shot off his head. "Oh! I'm -um- very sorry Miss -um- Weasley."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, stuff it Malfoy. I know you never paid much attention to me in school. In fact, I'm pretty sure you never said more than five words to me in all our time at Hogwarts."

He looked offended. "Hey! Look, I'm trying to be polite here! The least you could do is act a little less pissed to see me!"

"Why should I?" Ginny replied matter-of-factly. "We both know neither of us is exactly glad to see the other. Faking a smile isn't going to change that." Ginny laughed inwardly at herself. Her conversation with Draco, standing in the very back of the room, reminded her of her days at Hogwarts, when she and her friends would pass notes secretly in class. She had no idea why that comparison had popped into her head.

Draco paused, thinking. "Hmm. I guess you're right."

"I am? I mean, yeah! I am!" Ginny stuttered, shocked that he had given up so easily. It was then that she noticed that he seemed just as miserable to be here as she was. Before she knew what she was saying, Ginny blurted out, "Hey, do you want to ditch this place? I'm getting a bit bored."

Draco's eyebrows crept further up his forehead, if that was even possible. He looked completely caught off guard by her out-of-the-blue invitation. "Well, I guess so. Sure, why not? Where shall we go?"

Ginny thought for a moment, then replied, "The garden. I hear the azaleas are lovely this time of year."

He grinned. "The azaleas it is then. To the garden!"

She hooked her arm through his, and he led out her toward the huge French doors at the end of the room.

A/N- Hey, look at that! I updated quicker than I thought I would! Yay for me! Anyways, I'm American, and I want to be able to spell things the British way. I'll try my best, but if any british people are reading this, could you let me know if I make any mistakes or if British people use a different word for something that Americans? Please and thank-you!

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P.P.S.- Do British people use the word "arse" instead of "ass?"