A/N: Special mention goes to Angela, aka JoynSpirit, for the request to have this re-written ^_^ Yes, I've decided to re-write it, since it seemed like a good idea. Remember to review, kind soul.

Disclaimer: This really is getting old. You know I don't own anything, so please stop asking.

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love you forever

By: sky is blue, formerly known as supergirl

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He stared at her, an almost bitter look on his face.

Bump.

'Oh, sorry!' She breathed, not bothering to see who it was. She looked up. Dislike crossed her face. He pretended to seem unfazed, though his heart dropped a bit. Nevertheless, he had picked up her things for her, only to have it snatched away from him.

'Well, I would never have imagined you helping someone you detest so strongly..' She muttered, her tone full of disdain. He only stared at her serenely.

'I don't hate you, Ginny.' He replied. She glared at him, suspicion heavy in her eyes.

'Of course you hate me.'

'No, I don't.' He shook his head. ' I never hated you. In fact…' He paused, licking his lips and feeling flushed. She gazed at him with a questioning gaze. He tried cracking a dry smile.

'I quite like you, Ginny Weasley.' He held out his hand in a friendly manner. But she didn't smile back, nor did she accept his hand. She only shook her head in disgust.

'Malfoy…' She spat in disgust. Turning abruptly around, she stalked off, brilliant red hair bobbing up and down as she walked.

He dropped his hand, closing his eyes for a moment.

What had he expected, anyways? It was only obvious what her reaction would have been. Not that it mattered that she knew if he was affectionate about her. And it was silly of him, to keep this distant hope still in him, smiling once in a while as he imagined her smiling back at him.

Quit being an idiot. If you want her…go get her…

He glared down at the table in front of him.

Easier said than done.

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She had walked away quickly, not daring to turn back. Her face had been stony and her eyes blazing with fury. What the hell had that been for? I quite like you?

It wasn't funny.

And then there was the doubt that slowly crept up inside of her.

Because his face had been solemn, not even the usual sneering disposition in place.

His face had been blank, and then a hint of sincerity and the outstretched hand. The hand that she didn't shake. She breathed heavily, shaking in anger.

How dare he?

Who did he think he was, running into her, then picking up her things and then offering his hand for friendship…and, dare she say it, even more?

It was too sudden, too fast, and too impossible.

And so she sat at dinner, still contemplating what he had meant. One of her flaws: the fact that she couldn't overlook anything. She couldn't let the event just slip through her mind or laugh it off or forget it. Every time she tried, she would remember with a flash what had happened and feel her fist clench.

She caught him glancing at her rather wistfully quite a few times that evening. She only felt disgust.

Disgusted at the fact that perhaps he didn't hate her, and that perhaps he even dreamed about her once in a while.

She turned away, dropping her fork on her plate and turning around to listen to Harry and Hermione talk quietly. She stared at his raven black hair, his round spectacles and his green eyes…

And wondered why he couldn't have said, ' I quite like you, Ginny Weasley.' Life wasn't fair.

'Ginny?' Hermione peered at her. ' Are you alright?'

She smiled. ' I'm fine, Hermione.'

She retired early that night, feeling an odd kind of worry bubble up in her stomach.

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He sat on the couch alone, reading the textbook he had been assigned to read. But his mind never did register what he was reading. His mind was on her, which is the subject he had dwelled on every day for a long time. He felt a tiny bit of regret at his rash actions of earlier. Perhaps he had scared her, because he was supposed to act like a git. Maybe he shouldn't have even hinted anything. Maybe he should have left.

But she had been right in front of him, looking beautiful and innocent, and the words that had come out of her mouth had been poison.

She thought he hated her. Something had snapped in him and he had found himself telling her that he didn't hate her. Then he slipped out of reality and for a moment thought that perhaps, she would understand. And she hadn't understood at all. And now everything was wrong.

'See you later, baby!' A loud voice cried from the entrance of the slytherin dungeons.

Draco looked up and saw a fellow Slytherin walking in, red faced and quite frankly, looking very drunk. As his eyes flitted over to the couch, they widened and he grinned broadly.

'Malfoy, old pal!' He clapped a large hand on his shoulder. ' How're you doing, eh?' Draco stared up at his red face with eyes that were half hooded.

'Leave me alone.' He said monotonously, staring up at the popular Jeff Williams with just a hint of dislike. Perhaps it was just the jealousy getting to him. After all, he was quite sure that Jeff had just gotten back from drinking the night away with one of his girlfriends…

Wavy dark hair, tan skin, tall…

Popular bastard.

'Aw, what's wrong, Malfoy? Have a bad day?' He jeered, walking around the couch to plop down next to him.

'Tell Jeffie what's wrong.' He crooned. Draco glared at him, face scrunched up as his liquor-smelling breath reached his nose.

'Nothing.' He annunciated, turning away from him. A pause. Then a snicker.

'Sounds like you're heartbroken--or something to that extent, anyways.' He murmured in an amused tone. Draco snapped around, staring at him in disbelief. Had it been that obvious?

'I am not heartbroken, Williams, so you can stuff you and your crazy assumptions up your drunk arse.' He said savagely, teeth clenched, pushing the boy away harshly.

'Calm down, you ass!' He growled, a slight frown finally appearing on his face. But after a moment, he was grinning mischievously again, leaning down so that his face was inches away from Draco's.

'So, who's the girl you fancy, Malfoy?' He wheedled. Draco turned away, feeling severe annoyance and anger.

'You know I can help you get her to fall head over heels in love with you.' He said, voice dropping to a whisper. Draco's immense scowl ceased, and a look of wonder came about him as he thought about what Jeff had just suggested.

Get her to fall in love with him?

He didn't need that, did he? He didn't need her to love him…

But then he thought about her cold glare, and his heart ached for her every step of the way.

'You, get her to fall in love with me?' He scoffed half-heartedly.

Maybe he could. Maybe it would work, somehow. Draco took a look at the boy in front of him. Hadn't he been through almost all the eligible girls at Hogwarts? There had to be a way, right?

'Yes.' Said Jeff.

Draco looked at him, giving him a calculating look.

He can help me…

Draco smirked lightly. 'I doubt you can do anything for me.'

'You doubt wrong, Malfoy.' He shot back smoothly. Draco blinked. Maybe he was right. He nearly smiled at the prospect of her smiling at him lovingly, and then felt a surge of disappointment in himself. He was that desperate? Desperate enough turn to a whore for help?

Stupid love.

He straightened up, his mind made up already.

' You just try and help me, Williams. Then prepare to be disappointed when it doesn't work.' He said curtly, getting up to go up to his dorm.

Jeff sat up straight, a strange glint coming over his eyes.

'You have no idea, Malfoy…'

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A/N: Ok. So this chapter didn't come out as I wanted it to. If it had come out the way I had wanted it to, I would've had to change an awful lot from the original version, and I think I already changed enough. So please…review and don't hate me. I'll give you a cookie.