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Draco headed towards the dungeons. He had finished breakfast by the time Ginny had made her way to the Great Hall, and had made plans with Blaise to meet him at the common room before their first class - which was potions, which filled him with great joy - but before he could even make it that far, he was deafened by the sound of thudding steps and a slap.

"What the fuck, Draco?"

It was a girl, currently screaming at him in the middle of the corridor. Students were beginning to gather is groups and stare.

"What, Pansy?" he replied. He had no time for her dramatics today.

"The fuck do you think you're doing shagging some blood traitor Weasley?"

He sighed. Word spread quicker than he thought. "What are you on about?"

"I'm on about, why did I need the first thing I heard in the morning to be about you and that fucking girl going at it behind my back?"

"You're delusional. There's nothing going on with us-"

"Good," she cut him off.

"-or with myself and Weasel."

Draco had succeeded in showing her up in front of a large number of the student body. He knew he was in for it now, people don't just mess with Parkinson and escape unharmed. But to his surprise, instead of her instigating further confrontation, she just turned on her heels and speedily walked away.

"Watch it!" he heard her shout, following a muffled thud.

Blaise walked around the corner with confusion spread across his features. "I've been hearing some thing, Drake. And by the looks of Parkinson, so have you."

They both chuckled. "Definitely," replied the blond.

"Can I just ask, and no judgement if it's true, she's hot, but is it true what they're saying? About you and Weasel's sister?"

"People have gotten the wrong idea. I was just speaking to her yesterday. Guess I should have expected something. But in short, no, I'm not shagging a blood traitor."

"So she's free for the kill then?" Blaise winked.

"Do what you want, you knob. I'll give her this, she's a lot more attractive now she's dumped Potter and the gang."

"Oh, has she?"

"Yes," replied Draco, nonchalantly. "That's what we were talking about. She was upset."

"Aw, the big bad Malfoy, swooping in to save the day. Bet she was swooning over you."

"Actually, just a few insults were passed and then we parted ways."

"Damn, so there really isn't any gossip," Blaise said, sounding somewhat sad.

"You girl."

-x-

"There's the girl of the hour," Neville winked.

"Shut up, Nev," she replied. She laughed a little bit, but tried to cut it short in case she sounded off, she was still feeling a little flushed from her encounter with Malfoy that morning.

"Everyone's talking about you. Is it true?"

"No, why would you even think that? As if I'd get off with him," she replied matter-of-factly.

"I guess. I don't believe it, but some girls are apparently distraught over it. He's definitely Mr. Popular amongst them."

"So I've heard."

Ginny had heard a lot about Mr. Malfoy in her time. But the things she heard from the people in her dormitory were completely different to the things her family and friends said. It wasn't until halfway through her second year that she had noticed that not everyone held a grudge against him. He was the focal point for many young girls' fantasies.

Except for herself.

Her fantasies consisted of not elbowing the butter dish around famous boys.

"Let them be distraught," she rounded off. "It'd be pretty funny, I think."

Neville chuckled. "It already is to be honest. And it's not just the girls' hearts that are broken. Just look at the guys in the common room when you head back up there and you'll see what I mean."

"Oh, Merlin."

Footsteps approached behind her. "That's just what I was thinking too, Weasley."

She turned. And there was that platinum hair once more. "Yes?"

"I got confronted in the corridor because of you."

"That's hardly my fault, you're not doing anything to help yourself by being here right now talking to me."

"That is true," his mouth twitched upwards into an amused smirk. "Parkinson's pissed."

"Aw," she smiled, "trouble in paradise?"

"Jeez, Weasley, 'paradise' hasn't existed since we were about 12. Well, at least for me. The girl is moronic."

"Took you long enough to realise that."

"Jealous?"

"Hardly," she stuck her hands on her hips in a defiant position.

"What are you staring at, Longbottom?"

"Oi, shove it, Malfoy," Ginny hissed.

"Nah, Gin, it's alright, I need to head off now anyway. I'll see you later." He walked away, leaving behind Zabini and Malfoy to entertain the damsel in distress.

"You guys are quite the thing of gossip today. Usually I don't see you shying away from attention, Drake," Blaise said, finally creeping away from his position of silence.

"I like good attention."

"Oi, what's that supposed to mean, you git?"

"You're not good attention for me, Red."

Ginny huffed. "I'm good attention for anybody, let's be real." The way she spoke was almost seductive. It would be seductive, Draco thought, if she wasn't from a blood traitor family.

They didn't exchange goodbyes. They didn't smile, acknowledge the other, or anything of the kind. They just naturally parted ways.

Ginny didn't know how the day was going to turn out. It was already off to a weird start. And the fact that some people actually believed the stuff they had been hearing (she noted to herself to clear up the rumours with her circle of friends) baffled her.

They weren't friends. They weren't even friendly. They just spoke, twice. Now thrice. And for some reason, they were grounds for things to spiral downwards.

And for some reason she couldn't get him off her mind or out of her head.

And for some reason she wasn't missing her Harry anymore.

And for some reason she didn't want him to be her Harry anymore.

And for some reason she did want him to be her Draco.

And for some reason she knew she was going down.

And for some reason she headed to the hospital wing because she was now positive she was sick.