Author's Note: Uhm...I'm speechless right now...oh yeah, VALENTINES DAY is coming up, but then again why should I even rejoice? being single on Valentines day sucks so...uhm...hehehe, maybe I'll just continue on updating this fic *winks*

Disclaimer: I must've written this numerous times as it is and you know what? NOT MINE!!!

Summary: Ginny Weasley received the shocker of a lifetime when she entered her sixth year at Hogwarts. She fell in love with the last person on earth she thought she'd fall for. Now she has to do everything in her power to grab his attention and make him hers--even if she have to face the wrath of her six brothers and her parents, not to mention the wrath of Hermione and Harry when they find out what she was planning to do.

Setting: Ginny is in her 6th year; Draco is in his 7th year

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XX. What's Wrong With You?

Harry kept a watchful eye over Ginny for the next couple of days. She seemed quite detached and rarely smiled. Her relationship with Draco seemed to have come to an abrupt end, although Ginny was adamant she and Draco were alright, still, he had his hunches. And actions speaks louder than words. He rarely see them flirt with each other, and every time the Slytherin Ice Prince passes her by he wouldn't even bother acknowledging her. Ginny kept on greeting him when they passed by each other down the hallway, but after a couple of days of receiving nothing but Draco Malfoy's cold shoulder, she stopped doing it.

"Hey gorgeous, mind if I sit with you? Everywhere else seems full." Harry said when he found Ginny studying alone in the library.

She lifted her mop of shiny red hair and revealed her tear-stained elfin-like face.

Harry cursed under his breath when he saw Ginny's face and dumped his books on the table without waiting to be invited. He pulled the chair beside Ginny and demanded, "What happened? Why are you crying?"

"Oh Harry..." she pulled her friend close for a hug and cried another set of tears on to his shoulder. She had been feeling miserable this past few days and now she doesn't know what to do.

"Shh...shh..." he soothed, running his hand up and down her back gently, planting a brotherly kiss on her temple then asked, "It's Malfoy, isn't it? That git made you cry, didn't he?"

Too overcome with her emotions, Ginny couldn't find her voice to admit to her friend that he was right. Draco's been avoiding here lately. Even in Potions she could feel his detachment to her, and whenever they passed by each other in the hallway he always had that faraway look permanently etched on his face; it was like he didn't see her at all even if she was standing right in front of him with her flaming red hair that could definitely stop traffic any time!

Harry took her continuous sobbing as a yes and couldn't help himself from not wanting to cause some serious bodily harm to a certain blond haired Slytherin boy!

"What did that prat do to you? Did he insult you? Hurt you? Abuse you?" he ticked off the possibilities while Ginny kept on shaking her head. "Gin, you gotta help me out here. I can't read your mind, you know."

Sniffling Ginny pushed herself away from Harry's embrace and dried her eyes with the back of her hand. Tucking her loose locks of hair behind her ears she met her friend's gaze and sighed, "He's been avoiding me, and I don't know why."

"Did you ask him why?"

"How can I ask him when he doesn't even acknowledge me when we pass by each other?"

"You could always talk to him in Potions. If I remember correctly, you two sat right beside each other."

"I tried that, but he just acts...cold."

"Cold?" he echoed.

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like before we started flirting, you know? At least back then he was acknowledging my presence by simply hurtling insult after insult my way, but now...nothing." her shoulders sagged at the depressing thought, "I'd rather have him insult me than ignore me, at least when he insults me I know he knows I'm alive."

"Oh Gin." he ran his hand down the side of her face and pulled her in for another hug. "Don't worry, love, everything will work out in the end. Maybe Malfoy's having some PMS right now or whatever, but he'll eventually get over it." he assured her.

"Aw, isn't this nice?" sneered a familiar male voice standing across the table from Harry and Ginny, "Potty comforting his little girlfriend. Why is she crying, Pothead? You not being a good boyfriend to her? You're not satisfying your feisty little girlfriend?" he tsked and shook his mop of blond hair, "My, my, Potter. You disappoint me. Here I thought you're a match to that passionate little siren you have in your arms, guess I was wrong."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry hissed, glaring at the smirking blond haired Slytherin.

"Why? Am I striking a raw nerve?" he chuckled.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh?" he raised a questioning eyebrow and let his gray eyes travel from the redhead in Harry's arms to the messy-haired boy glaring at him, "So you're actually telling me you have tasted the fine fruits our innocent Virginia Weasley has to offer, hm?"

Ginny took in an audible surprised gasp while Harry's arms around her tightened, his fists clenching and unclenching while he mentally counted one to ten in order to calm himself down.

"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry demanded instead of having his fist connect with the smirking Slytherin's jaw.

"Isn't it obvious, Potter? I came here to study. Little did I know I'll come to witness you and your sassy girlfriend having a heart to heart talk." he sneered and casting a look of distaste at Ginny he added, "I hope you enjoyed him as much as you did me. But don't come looking for me when you grew tired of your latest boy toy, Weasel." he turned to go and leave them alone, but Ginny's voice stopped him.

"Draco, wait!" she called out and pulled away from Harry's embrace. Her chair scratched the floor as she pushed it away and rounded the table to grab a hold of his arm, stopping him from walking away. "Draco--"

Draco shrugged her hand off as if she was carrier of some very contagious disease. "Don't you ever touch me again, Weasley." he snarled, his gray eyes boring a hole right through her skull, "I don't particularly like soiled goods."

Ginny remained rooted where she stood, gaping after Draco after his parting remark. Soon her shoulders started to quake and she made a mad dash out of the library to escape the hurt Draco inflicted on her. Why was he being so mean to her? What was wrong with him? Why was he insinuating that she and Harry had been intimate with each other? What happened to the Draco she grew to love and adore?

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to be continued...

A/N: as promised, here's the next chapter! gosh, can't believe I finished it in one sitting and now it's ready to be uploaded! anyway, hope ya'll enjoy this one and I think I'm inspired to write/type the next chappie--just don't ask me when I'll be able to post it because I honestly don't know just how inspired I am to continue with it! *LOL* anyways, hopefully I could post the next chappie up by tomorrow, until then, read, review & enjoy!