Hey guys, i've finally gotten the new chapter typed! Yay! but i have to tell you something first. Its very scary to write a new chapter to astory that everyone loves because you're afraid that the chapter will suck and ruin the whole story and then everyone will hate your story and not read it again! deep breath after long winded sentence But anyways, i give you chapter four.

Chapter four: people tend to know things you don't want them to know.

and guys, this is the next day, early in the morning.

Ginny found Draco in the library browsing the shelves slowly. She pointed him out so Collin would know where she was going and then walked towards him.

"Malfoy." she greeted, standing beside him. He was moving his fingers slowly along the bottoms of the spines of the books from left to right, now one shelf lower.

"Weasley." he answered her.

"Here is your shirt." she shoved it in the open bookbag right beside him.

"Thanks." he still hadn't looked at her. She took a deep breath and continued.

"So?"

"So what?" he stood up to his full height and looked down at her.

"Malfoy, you know what this is about." she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Do I?" he asked innocently, turning back to the shelves and scrolling along. Ginny followed him, trying not to get angry at the arrogant prat.

"Yes, you do." she hissed vehemently.

"Tsk, Tsk. Don't lose your temper Weasley girl, or I might just have to tell the whole school."

"You wouldn't!" she glared, unbelievingly.

"Hello, the name 'Malfoy' ring any bells?" the bell rang, and she realized that that was just the sort of thing that would probably make Malfoy's day.

"Meet me in the trophy room at eleven or I will sneak into your dorm at night and hex you." she said threateningly.

"Sounds enticing." he smirked.

"Oh!- you know-!. . . that was not an inuendo!" she managed to get out flusteredly. He shrugged, picked up his bag, and slung it over his shoulder.

"Thanks for my shirt." he said with a nod, then turned and left.

"Creep." she seethed, staring at his retreating back.

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Ginny growled frustratedly at a page in the thick book opened in front of her, after all of her classes were finally over. She had to make up all the work she missed from the previous day when she had a "stomach virus." which was the excuse that she had used. The only class she didn't have work in was potions. And that was only because Snape didn't believe her excuse and refused to give her the work.

"Stupid Blupin Bionheart. Couldn't just state his theory on thestral killings. He just has to write five-hundred prancing pages of sentences on the verge of opinion. Dumb, idiotic, stupid, whore of a man. . . ghost." she mumbled to herself, staring at the now blurring words.

She just had to pick Blupin Bionheart to do her essay on for History of Magic. She had picked his name off a list of names that had been passed around. He had sounded like an idiot-an easy essay to do. And what an idiot he was! He pranced around several different theories-never really stating his own.

"You stupid man!" she yelled at the book, slamming it shut and throwing it onto the library floor. A few people that were also in the library looked at the commotion.

"What!?" she snapped, before picking up the book off of the floor reluctantly.

She opened it to page seven. One glance at the words sent her into a tearless sob fit, in which she cradled her head in the crook of her arm. She heard the chair semi-beside her being pulled out. She peeked up, barely lifting her head, it was Malfoy. Of course.

"What do you want?" she groaned miserably.

"What? A guy can't come into the library and do some simple research?" he asked innocently.

"Not you. Not at my table." she picked up her head and tried to look as if the book in front of her were the most interesting thing in the world.

Malfoy continued to look at her, so she picked up the book and held it in front of her face. She peeked over the top of it after a few seconds. Malfoy was still sitting there with that god-awful smirk of his.

"That was your cue to leave, ferret boy." she said, wincing when she heard herself use such a childish insult. He smirked in response. "What is your problem?! Stop smirking!" she said, rather exasperated.

"Annoying you?"

"That would be an understatement. More like, making me wonder what would be more fun, slow poison or some handy medieval torture devices." she said murderously, putting her book on the table.

"Kinky, Weasley. But not in the library. Perhaps, we could go to my room and then-" Ginny clamped her hands over her ears.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" she said disgustedly. Draco narrowed his eyes in a speculative look at her.

"What?" she asked, rather more annoyed than she had been fifteen seconds ago.

"You don't look like a Bionheart fan. Do his books make for an interesting read?" he asked, feigning a serious voice, and sounding convincing too.

"Oh yes, I absolutely love Bionheart! But I should really try to get into what you're reading. It seems so interesting." she said, sarcasm dripping off her words as she indicated the book he had brought with him. "The Mating Rituals of Doxies. Fascinating. I really should try to read more." she said.

"Touché." he admitted. Wait a second, did he just admit defeat! No friggin way. Hell must be freezing. Ginny instinctively reached over and brought her hand to his forehead.

"What are you doing, Weasley!"

"Making sure that you aren't sick. Odd, you seem fine." He gave her a you-need-to-get-off-the-drugs kind of look, then proceeded to say,

"Why would I be sick? I think that maybe you just need to get off the drugs."

"Don't look at me like that! I'm perfectly fine." she said indigantly.

"Yeah, that's what they all say." He said, still a bit flustered about her motherly instinct to see if he was sick.

"Well, I'm not." she said switching from indigance to pouting mode. She then banged her head onto the open book and didn't have enough motivation to lift it.

"What are you doing, Weasley?" he asked in an exasperated tone.

"I'm hoping that the words will just seep into my head so I won't have to read this stupid book." came the muffled reply, due to her head being pressed against the musty pages of her book.

"You're not-? Are you serious?" she picked her head up and rested her chin on the book, looking at him speculatively.

"Malfoy, really." she said with a tone that clearly told him he needed to get a grip.

"You know, if you make up you own theory, make it sound like an old guy, you turn it in with a grumble, Binns will never know." Ginny continued to look at him as if he had just gotten Velvet cake on his nose.

"Did you just offer to help me?" she asked after a while of silence.

"Ummm, yes." he admitted, a bit startled himself. Ginny shook her head as if to get rid of the thought.

"I really have no theory on thestral killings. What I would come up with, he would see right through." she said miserably. He rolled his eyes and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, then looked back at her.

"Binns is. . .not a very. . .thoughtful teacher. He probably won't even read your paper. And if he does, he'll already have read so many others. . . I don't think he'd know if it wasn't Blupin Bionblubber's."

"Bionheart." she corrected immediately.

"Whatever." she sighed.

"Maybe I'll do that."

"once again Malfoy, you have missed your cue to leave." Draco only sat there with a smirk. "Fine, I'll just ignore you." she stated snootily. He waved his hand in front of him to signal her to continue, as he sat back comfortably, watching her work.

She growled and leaned over her parchment. She dipped her ink in the quill. . . quill in the ink. See how frustrated she was! She wrote her name in the top right hand corner of her parchment, then she wrote the title in the middle of the top, (Blupin Bionheart's Theory on Thestral Killings). She then sat, fiddling with her quill trying to concentrate on her essay with Draco watching her. Finally, she slammed down the quill.

"Would you please not stare at me while I'm trying to work?" she asked him furiously. He didn't answer. He just kept giving her the same curious look. "Hello? Malfoy? Talking to you!" she said. He shook his head and said,

"No, I won't stop. I'm enjoying watching you squirm."

"You are a sick freak." she said disgusted "I'll bet you're into that crazy chains and pain shit too." she tried to keep a straight face as Draco twisted his face from a look of superiority to disgusted.

"That is gross." he told her, mortified. She shrugged and started to laugh. A few minutes later she stopped.

Draco was staring with a raised eyebrow, which, of course, sent her into a whole new round of giggles, rocking back and forth, her head in her hands, tears leaking from her eyes, shoulders shaking. He looked around to see if anyone that knew him was watching.

They were.

He shielded his face so they wouldn't associate him with the laughing maniac whom he was sitting by.

"Are you through? What is so damn funny?" He hissed. Her giggles got louder. Then Professor Trelawney rounded a corner of a shelf.

"Ginevra Weasley! Stop that right this minute, you silly little girl!" she shook her head and glared, then walked away. Ginny stopped laughing. Now she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue at Trelawney's back.

"Old, clueless bat." she said hatefully. That set her off on a whole new round of laughter.

"Is someone having a breakdown?" Draco asked, seriously. The laughter was starting to become kind of infectious. He grinned, then started to laugh. People started to stare and the two were now laughing hopelessly, falling out of their chairs onto the floor. Whenever they'd see each other laughing, their laughter would be renewed. They received more weird looks that day than either of them had received in a long while. Well, not so long a time for Ginny.

Then Ginny gasped and pointed at a woman coming towards them furiously. Trelawney was very upset, yet the two still could not muffle their laughter. Ginny stood up and fled to shelter between the isles of books. She made her way out of the library just to turn and find that Trelawney had spotted her and was following madly. She also realized that Draco was following her when he bumped into her because of her sudden stop.

Upon their collision, they both took off running in the same direction, stopping only when they were in a hallway, a little ways down from a hallway intersection. They were both gasping for breath from having laughing and running at the same time. Ginny stood up straight with a big smile on her face and turned to look at the intersection, just to see Trelawney looking down the opposite hall.

She grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him into a door that she could have sworn wasn't there before. But then again, she wasn't all that. . .together, right now. As Draco mentioned before, she was on the verge of a breakdown (lack of sleep and a lot of homework will do that to a person).

"What was that for?" he asked, shocked, reaching for the handle of the small closet that she had pulled him into. She slapped his hand away and put a hand over his mouth, stepping closer to do so.

"Shh! Trelawney is coming down the hall." He rolled his eyes, and then realized she couldn't see him, so he decided to inform her of his action.

"Uh rred ay ice." was all that came out. He had meant to say 'I rolled my eyes' but he had forgotten that her hand was still over his mouth.

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence. He removed her hand like he would a used tissue with his index finger and thumb.

"I said, 'I rolled my eyes'."

"Ah."

"Check and see if its clear." he commanded. She pondered the command for a moment, deemed it valid and poked her head out of the door, only to bring it back in abruptly.

"She gone?"

"Yes."

"And we're still in here . . . why?"

"Filch is still out there." He sighed and rolled his eyes. Ginny, still somewhat amused started to laugh, trying to remain quiet.

"I fail to see the humor in this, Weasley."

"You fail at a lot of things, Malfoy."

"Hey, you were the one who started this whole mess, don't go insulting me." he sputtered.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, you forced me into this closet just so you wouldn't get in trouble."

"Ungrateful jerk! I was saving your sorry ass from trouble too!" she replied indigently.

"Likely story. You probably got me in here in hopes of a make out session. Sorry, no can do." He said, much to Ginny's amusement. She was amazed at all the many mood changes he could undergo in two minutes. From shock, to anger, to whiny, and then to egotistical.

"Oh, yes, Malfoy, let me tell you all about It." she said sarcastically. "You could have just not come into the closet and that would've been that, but no, you just didn't leave. Making this your fault. I think that you are the one who wants to get with me."

"Let's leave now, hmm?" he requested, reaching around Ginny to open the door, and stepped around her. Without missing a beat he continued, "Maybe I do think you're sexy." Ginny, who had begun following him, ducked under the strap of her bag and put it on her far shoulder, she looked up in surprise. "And Ginny, dear, I couldn't get out. You were blocking my way. And hey, I'm male. No normal guy would discourage a nice-looking girl from trapping him in a closet. So it's your fault."

"You're a pig." she said, rolling her eyes.

"Male." he reminded her.

"If you want to get technical," she said, "this all started because you wouldn't leave my table-" she was cut off by bumping into someone, causing all their stuff to fall. "Sorry." she said to the girl. It was a Ravenclaw third year. The girl smiled nervously. Draco kept their conversation going, despite the presence of another ear; as Ginny knelt down to help the girl gather her scattered belongings.

"If you want to get technical" he said, throwing her own words back into her face, "this all started when you stole my shirt. So you encouraged me talking to you." He leaned casually against the wall, with a look that looked as if he had just defeated her in a debate.

"Why would you need, or want for that matter, my encouragement?" Ha. She had him stumped there . . . or so she thought. She looked up at his face and saw only a smirk. Stupid smirk. Gods, how she wanted to make him stop. She would do anything to-Damn it stop smirking!

"Men." she whispered unbelievingly to the girl who had been blushing throughout the whole conversation.

"What was that, Weasley?" Draco asked pryingly.

"None of your business, nosy." she said snootily. "How much stuff do you have?" she asked the girl, exasperated. The girl blushed.

"Sorry, Ginny. I didn't mean to run into you." she said meekly. Draco snorted to cover a laugh, earning himself a glare from Ginny.

"No, no, it was my fault. Is that all then?" Ginny asked, standing up.

"Yes." she replied, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, clutching all of her loose papers closely. "Umm, can I ask you a question?" the girl asked timidly.

"Go for it."

"Did you really stay the night at Hogsmeade without permission?" she looked down as if she had said something horrible. Ginny laughed.

"Yes." but she quickly realized she was just giving this innocent, good little girl bad ideas, so she decided to go noble and continued, "but you shouldn't do it, I'm in a lot of trouble." She lied. She looked at Draco when she said this; he half bowed and mouthed 'Saint Ginny'. She rolled her eyes . . . he made her do that a lot.

"He's your boyfriend then?" the girl asked, gaining a bit of boldness.

"W-what?! No! No way!" she answered, some what shocked and very disgusted. The girl shrugged and walked away.

"Thanks." the girl said. Ginny nodded.

"Eww!" Ginny exclaimed as she walked on the opposite way as the girl. Draco ran up to her said,

"I'm insulted that the thought of being with me bothers you." he said, acting as if he were hurt.

"Well it shouldn't. You've always known that the thought of you bothers and disgusts me." she said sweetly, turning her head to give him a matchingly sweet smile.

"You wound me, Weasley." he said, clapping a hand over his heart. "But then again, you did pull me into a closet with you. I suppose you're just denying your feelings."

"I did not!" she said indigently, pushing him a little to her left.

"And this is where I leave you, Milady." he said nobly with a charming smile, taking her hand and brushing his lips against it--never once losing eye contact. Then, as if everything else had been in slow motion, he stood abruptly and left.

She was speechless for a few seconds and by the time she could speak, he had already gone out of sight.

"Hard times with the boyfriend, dear?" asked a motherly voice. Ginny spun around and didn't see anyone. Now she knew she needed to get more sleep.

"Over here, dearie." Ginny looked to the wall to see the portrait of the entrance to her house's tower. How the hell did he know where her house was?!

"I said, 'Problems with the-"

"I heard! He's not my bloody boyfriend!" she growled.

"No need to yell." the lady said, offended.

"Well he's not." she said, pouting, crossing her arms across her chest. "Melon rinds."

The lady studied the girl over before saying, "What a very peculiar thing for one to say."

"It's the password!" Ginny whined.

"Oh-yes-right." the lady said absentmindedly and swung up.

"And I'm not with Draco-Bloody-Malfoy. As if I'd even consider it." she mumbled darkly as she walked through the hall, through the common room full of people, and up to the sixth year girls' dorm for her much needed sleep.

"And this is where I leave you M'lady." Draco said, trying to sound as noble and as charming as he could, taking Ginny's hand and brushing his lips against it. Then, not knowing what else to do he stood abruptly and left.

He walked quickly and rounded the first corner he came to. He didn't know that he still knew the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He didn't know why he was talking to her. But he couldn't look at her the same ever since he had heard her little confession at the tree. And why the hell was he nervous! It's not like he was dating her, or even going to date her. . .

Oh well, he blew it off to needing some sleep and headed to his dorm.

so, was it good? i hope i didn't completely ruin the story. . . REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW ahem i need some sleep. lol