Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. But I do however own the idea of running around my school with my best friend dressed up as giant purple crayons singing, "WE'RE PURPLE CRAYONS! WERE PURPLE CRAYONS!" *sigh* That was a strange dream lol.

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Chapter 7


Draco POV

That night I didn't get much sleep at all. I knew I had to start on my plan today, the sooner the better. I wanted her to be able to get over me and move on. Well, part of me wanted that; the bigger part wanted to scream at the idea. I shook my head and grabbed my bag before heading up to breakfast. I would control my emotions. She would never know I was lying.

I couldn't help the few glances I cast in her direction though the meal. She was laughing with some other Gryffindors from her year. The way her laugh drifted over to me over the babble of voices made me almost want to cry because I would soon be putting an end to her happiness. For now I contented myself with thinking of how I could have gone, but knowing that wouldn't be how it would have turned out. We would have had no happily ever after. Voldemort would make sure of that.

I shuttered at the idea of him being anywhere close to Ginny. I wouldn't let that happen. I would break her heart to save her life. I glanced at her as she got up with that group of fifth years and headed towards the door. Once they were outside the Great Hall I stood up. Time to put my plan into action.

I headed out the door and towards the stairs. The perfect opportunity was presented to me. Her group of friends and her were blocking the stairs that led up to the next floor. I strode over there and said, "Move," in the most hateful drawl I could.

"We might if you asked nicely," said some boy I didn't care to know.

"I don't have to ask. You should all respect your betters and do as I say. You are filth at my shoes. Now move," I drawled again as my stomach twisted as I imagined how much this was going to hurt Ginny.

"Come on guys, he's not worth it," I heard Ginny say. I cast a glare at her but mostly to be able to look at her. I could see the confusion in her eyes, no hurt. Not yet. She was just confused but I'm sure her mind had come up with some reason that pointed to why I was being like this. I knew her ideas were wrong though, even though I didn't know what she thought. If she knew she would be hurt.

They slowly moved out of my way and Ginny was soon the only one in front of me. Slowly, she stepped aside and I drawled, "About time you learn where you belong Weasley." I cringed inwardly at the look of pain that flashed across her face. But she quickly covered it up since her friends were there.

I brushed past her, barely letting my shoulder touch hers. I relished that feeling, the last time I would be touching her if my plan went as it should. I made my way up the stairs towards my first class of the day. I couldn't show my horror at what I was doing yet. I couldn't show my emotions as I strode down the nearly empty hall on the second floor.

Ginny POV

I had no idea what to think. Why was he acting like that? Sure, he would keep up the pretence of hating me in public but that last comment sounded so real that it hurt. What if he wasn't just keeping up pretence? What if he meant it? I excused myself from my friends and headed up the stairs after him. When I was out of sight of my friends I started to run. I had to find him. I had to know why he was doing this. Maybe he would be normal if we were alone.

He was at the stairs that headed up to the third floor when I caught up with him. There was nobody else so I ran after him and yelled his name. "Draco!" I called as he started up the stairs. He turned to look at me and I smiled, but not for long. The look he shot over his shoulder was that of pure loathing. I cringed.

He walked down the few steps he had been up and came over to me. I backed away– this couldn't be happening. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty classroom and locked the door. "What do you want, Weasley?" he asked furiously.

"Draco?" I didn't know what was happening. Why was he acting like he hated me? We were alone; he could be himself.

"Do not use my first name like you are my friend," he drawled, scoffing at the idea of us being friends. "You are nothing but filth at my shoes."

I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't lying. This was no act. "But, what about yesterday? What happened to you? Why are you doing this?" I asked softly as the tears slid down my face.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Weasel. Do not address me like you know me. You don't know me. I am not going to be associated with a filthy blood-traitor," he said angrily as his eyes bored into mine, conveying his hatred.

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran from the room and up the stairs. When I got to the fourth floor I collapsed against a wall, crying. "Why?" I asked myself softly over and over as I cried.

"Because he's a stupid git at times," I heard a voice above me say.

I glanced up at the person standing in front of me. I looked up to see a guy that most girls would describe as 'talk, dark, and handsome.' Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin from Draco's year, his friend. I looked up at him, confused. "…What?"

"He's doing this because he's being a stupid git. Very stupid," he said, a small smile on his lips. He then held his hand out to me.

Confused, I grabbed it and he pulled me up. "What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to hide that it was Draco's doing that I was crying.

"Not you too," he sighed exasperatedly. And for the second time today, I was pulled into an empty classroom. "He didn't mean it," Zabini said as he hopped up on an empty desk.

"How do you know?" I asked sceptically as I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

To my surprise, he muttered something that sound like "you're a stupid idiot, Draco" before answering me. "Because I'm his best friend and can see when he lies." He then patted the desk he was sitting on and I hopped up next to him.

I shook my head and said, "He wasn't lying. You should have seen the look of disgust and loathing. That was no lie." I had unwillingly started to cry again.

I was shocked when I felt Zabini put his arm around me and pull me to him, letting me cry. "He's stupid," he said softly as he rubbed my back soothingly. I just let myself cry into his shoulder. "You would be surprised at how well he can hide his real emotions. It was something he had to learn to do his whole life. What you saw of him the past few weeks was the real Draco, not the git he pretends to be."

I looked up at him, surprised but sceptical. "Why would he do this, then?" I demanded. I wanted so badly to believe him but I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"Like I said before, because he's very stupid," he said again.

I sighed and said, "You pointed that out before."

"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "But you have to look at it from his point of view. His father is one of Voldemort's most powerful followers, Voldemort wants Draco in his ranks, and if Draco shows emotion towards you then you might get hurt. That's his logic for doing this, anyway. As for me, I think he's stupid for doing this. I think if you truly like someone you should fight for it. That the opportunities far outweigh the risks."

I could see that this made Zabini angry. I wanted so badly to believe him but Draco had sounded so serious. "So you're saying that he was lying to protect me? That he hurt me so I would be safe?" I wanted to believe him.

"Yup, basically. He is also unfamiliar with how he feels about you. I don't believe he has ever really liked someone before. I think it scares him," he said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"He really does like me?" I asked, now hopeful. I just hoped that my hopes weren't going to be crushed.

Zabini rolled his eyes and laughed. "Never thought it was possible, and to you of all people. But yes, he does. He's denying it to me and even himself I think. He doesn't want to like you, it puts you in danger. But that just goes to show that he does care." He sighed and leaned to let his arm slide off my shoulder but leaving it around my waist. It didn't feel like a romantic gesture, just normal. And heck, for all I knew, maybe it was normal for him to put his arm around people.

"Are you sure, Zabini?" I asked carefully.

"Pretty sure. And don't call me Zabini. It's Blaise, Weaselette," he smile and started laughing.

I couldn't help myself, I had to laugh. "You're insisting on me using your name but you don't want to use mine?" I rolled my eyes and kept laughing.

He shrugged, his eyes shining with laughter, and said, "Yup."

I nudged his side with my elbow and said, "Whatever, Blaise." I didn't know why, but I felt so comfortable with him, even if he was a Slytherin.

He laughed and nudged me back. Then, getting an idea, I pushed him off the desk and started clutching my sides from laughing too hard. He hit the floor and started laughing harder too. "What was that for?" he asked, holding back a laugh.

I shrugged and jumped off the desk, offering a hand to help him up. He took it and started to get up, but then a glint came to his eyes. He then jerked his arm, making me fall down too. I collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Ouch," I laughed.

"Would have hurt more if you hadn't landed on me," he said as he shoved me off of him playfully. I rolled onto the floor and laughed at him. "That wasn't really how I planed it."

"Nice," I said, my laughter now just a giggle.

"I try," he said, his laugher ding down now too.

We sat there on the floor for a few more minutes before I frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Pretty positive," he said with a gentle smile. "Just know that if you want to be with him, it's going to be hard and dangerous. His life if complicated. He doesn't want you in danger too. He'll come around to the idea of being with you, though. I'll work with him over the Christmas holidays." He then stood up and pulled me up with him. "Best run off to class, wouldn't want you to be late. See you later, Weaselette."

"What, aren't you worried about being late to class?" I asked with a roll of my eyes as he sat back down on the desk.

"Not really. I wouldn't care either way, but my class is just across the hall," he said with a shrug.

"Bye, Blaise," I said with a laugh as I walked out of the classroom and to my first class. I was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, Draco did like me.


Yay for Blaise! How was it? Kind of depressing at first I know, but was it ok at the end? Do you think I did a good job with the way Draco treated her? I hope so… Was it ok with Blaise and Ginny?

Oh and what would you think of me putting a chapter in here later from Blaise's POV? It would lend an outsider's view on the whole thing… Plus I think it would be funny! Blaise is awesome.

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