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Chapter Four

Draco opened his eyes groggily. What had happened? He stood up, dusting himself off. He was standing in the corridor of the Hogwarts express. It all came flooding back to him.

Weasley. Ginny Weasley. That stupid girl with her flaming red hair had knocked him out for who knows how long. What did he care any way? All he wanted was revenge. He would get her, her with those wavy red curls, those large brown eyes... wait a minute? What was he thinking? He couldn't be falling for a poor pathetic loser like her. He was Draco Malfoy, one of the most sought after boys at Hogwarts. He had worked out over the summer, and it showed. His silver eyes were cold, but mysterious. He had grown much taller over the summer, and was now 6' 2", maybe 6' 3". He was hot, and he knew it.

But why should this handsomeness (A/N: I know that is not a real word but too bad) go to waste? He wasn't called a player for nothing. So he finally decided what to do: he would lead Ginny on, then discard her like an old play toy, thus expelling his unwanted lust for her. But you don't like her! He scolded himself before heading back into his empty compartment.

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Hours later, Draco lay in his bed in his dormitory, unable to sleep. So he decided to think out his plan for ensnaring Gin- Weasley. Stop it! She is scum! Do you hear me? Scum! Draco had to say this several times before he was back to normal. Rule number one: always hide your emotions. They are your weakness. That is what his father always told him.

But she was so bold, so beautiful... Draco mentally kicked himself. He must not touch her. She would be the end of him. And with those final words, he fell asleep.

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Ginny woke up with Harry's arms around her. She looked at her watch. 4:30. She gingerly slipped out of his arms as he murmured "stop the bananas!" and sat by the fire.

She was confused. Why had Dra- Malfoy almost called her Ginny? And why was she suddenly -no- she couldn't be falling for her worst enemy. But she knew it was true. Ginny Weasley wanted Draco Malfoy.

She looked back at Harry, sleeping so peacefully on the couch. He had blue striped pajama bottoms on and no shirt. His rock hard abs were very appealing. But Ginny couldn't help but wonder what Draco's abs looked like.

"No!" she thought. Don't do this to yourself! Don't do this to Harry! You love him, don't you? She thought she had.

Harry had saved her so many times, from He who Must Not Be Named, from her own brother, and from the mockings of others, and now it was his time to save her again, but without knowing it. The only way she could keep herself from Malfoy, dangerous, sexy Malfoy, was to get closer to Harry. She liked both of them, but if anyone knew that she was with Malfoy, some serious problems would arise. Besides, he didn't even like her. His words came stumbling back to her mind; "You're a Weasley." Those words, so full of malice and hatred, stung harshly.

Ginny crumpled against the hard brick next to the fire and sobbed silently. She hated him. She hated him. I HATE HIM! She thought angrily. She kicked the wall hard with her foot, but it only reminded her of the fiasco in the corridor on the train. She wished that she could only get him out of her head. His slim figure, his cold gray eyes, the smell of his cologne as he whispered in her ear...

Ginny shivered. The fire had died down, and it was chilly is her spaghetti strap. She lay down and wrapped Harry's arms around her, wiping away her tears at the same time.

"Gin?" Harry whispered groggily as she stroked his hair.

"Yes Harry, it's me."

"I think I love you, Ginny." Then he fell back to sleep with a short breath. Soon he was snoring like a puppy. (A/N: Do puppies snore? I really don't know, it just sounded good)

Ginny continued to stroke his hair, as new tears formed in her eyes. Tears of confusion, love, hatred, and happiness.

"I think I love you too, Harry," She whispered softly, and she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Ginny grinned as she woke up in the common room, still in Harry's arms. It was a little early for breakfast, so she went up to her room so no one would suspect anything. She got dressed, put on some makeup, then went downstairs to wake Harry. She kissed his nose and lips softly.

"Harry, wake up..."

"Mmphh?" Harry opened his eyes, looking like he was about to tell the person who woke him to go away, but saw Ginny and smiled.

"Hey."

"Hey." Ginny started to go up to her dormitory, but Harry stopped her and pulled her in for a kiss. It was like heaven, slow and sweet. Ginny couldn't help it. She giggled with happiness.

Harry got up from the couch and went up to his dormitory.

"I'll be down in a sec," he said, giving her one of his smiles that made her melt. She sat down to wait for him.

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Draco scowled as the light shone brightly in his dorm window. He willed himself to get up, feeling a cold shiver as he slid out of his warm covers. All he had on were silky black boxers and a chain necklace (A/N: drooooool.Is that what you call those things that guys wear?Chain necklaces?I really don't know) He went to his dresser, cursing as he stubbed his toe on a shoe. It was after he had gotten dressed and styled his hair that he realized that it was too early to go down to breakfast. He groaned loudly, and Crabbe grunted in his sleep. He decided to go down early for a bit of solitude.

When he got down to the great hall, a few early birds had already arrived, but no one was at the Slytherin table. He scanned the room for anyone familiar and he stopped in his tracks at the disgusting sight of Potter and the little Weasley. But she is not a very disgusting sight, now is she? Damn! Damn that stupid, stupid girl with her good looks. It would have been so much easier if she was ugly. But unfortunately, she was not ugly. No, she was not ugly at all; she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

He couldn't help but stare at her lovely face, with her porcelain features and flaming red hair. He was busy gazing dreamily at her when a deep, mannish voice interrupted him.

"Hey, Draco!" It was Millicent Bulstrode, (A/N: did I spell that right?) obviously trying to be flirtatious but failing horribly. Ever since she and Draco had made out after the Yule ball, she had been trying to get with him again, and he tried to ignore her to no avail. Whatever he had been smoking (or drinking, for that matter) that night would never be touched again. Ever.

"Oh, hey Millicent," said Draco formally, tearing his gaze from Ginny to turn to the seizuring monkey face that resembled his one-nighter (A/N: or should I say one-makeouter-when-he-was-really-stoned?Who knows.).

"Why have you been ignoring me for the past few days? I tried to get a hold of you, but you were always busy..." She touched him on the cheek, meaning to be sentimental, but instead sent Draco sprawling to the floor.

"Oh, Drakie, are you hurt?" She said sympathetically, but sounded more like a squawking gorilla (A/N: If there is such a thing.)

"FINE!" Draco muttered as he stormed out of the hall. It was going to be a long day.

Okay, how'd you like it? I tried to put more Draco in, but there's not much romance yet... It'll come soon. But not if I don't get any reviews (HINT, HINT) Thanks!