HEY!! Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I've been working like 12hr shifts! It sucks, school finishes which means I should get a decent holiday but end up working half of it.

THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. I was gunna ditch this story but since I got such good reviews I couldn't bring myself to do it.

DISCLAIMER: I only own the plot! Really, how stooopid would u be to believe that I actually owned Harry Potter? I wish I owned Draco though….that could be fun ;)

Chapter Five: It's not your fault my brothers such a git.

Ron towered over Draco who had fallen to floor from the force of the blow.

"What kind of spell did you put on her Malfoy?!" Ron yelled.

"Fuck off Weasley." Draco winced as he gingerly touched his jaw.

If it was possible, Ron seemed to lose his temper even more. His face was all red and blotchy, making it hard to distinguish where his hair ended and face started.

"TELL ME, YOU PIECE OF SCUM!"

Ginny, who had been standing completely rigid, horrified by her brothers actions suddenly snapped.

"RONALD WEASLEY!! THERE IS NO SPELL SO YOU CAN JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF OKAY!! YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN AND I WILL OWL MUM!"

Ron paled slightly.

"You wouldn't," he whispered hoarsely.

"YES I DAMN WELL WOULD. STOP BEING A PRAT RON, AND STAY OUT OF MY LIFE. I DON'T NEED YOU WATCHING MY EVERY MOVE."

By now, the whole hall had gone silent. The tension in the room was evident as Ginny extended her hand to Draco to help him up.

"Sorry about my brother Draco," she said sweetly. "It's his problem he's such a git, not yours."

She glared at Ron and was pleased to see he was cowering behind Hermoine.

"That's ok, Virginia," Draco replied. He then turned to Ron and said in a low dangerous tone, "Do that again, Weasley, and you won't get away with it so easily."

"Come on, Draco. I'll take you to the hospital wing," Ginny said shooting Ron one last death glare.

Draco took Ginny's hand and they walked out of the Great hall, all heads turning in their direction.

As soon the doors were closed the hall erupted into chatter about the display that had just taken place.

Ron turned around to see Harry coming towards him.

"What the hell was that all about Ron? What did he do to her?" Harry asked gritting his teeth.

"I don't know Harry," Ron said angrily, "but he's done something, I know it. And there is no way in hell I'm going to stand by and watch him hurt my sister. Something must be done Harry."

Harry nodded in agreement, "We'll get the slimy git, Ron. Don't you worry."

Hermoine rolled her eyes.

"Merlin, would you two listen to yourselves? Did you ever think that maybe Malfoy's intentions are actually good this time?"

Ron scowled at her.

"Hermoine, he's a Malfoy. His intentions are never good," Ron spat bitterly.

"All I'm saying is that maybe you should give him a chance Ron, not for his sake, but for Gin's," Hermoine sighed.

"Like hell I will!" Ron exclaimed.

"Fine, Ron. Be a complete prat. Just don't be surprised when your sister chooses Malfoy over you. If you can't control yourself you're just going to push her away, straight towards Malfoy," Hermoine said in a resigned tone.

"What would you know Her-mio-ne?" Ron spat, "She's not your sister, so just shut your trap for once. I don't need your bloody advice okay."

Hermoine looked up at Ron, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

"Well finally I know exactly how you feel," she whispered as she pushed past him and out of the Great Hall.

Harry sighed.

"She was only trying to help you know."

"So? When I need her opinion, I'll ask for it," Ron mumbled.

"You should apologise."

"No, she should apologise."

Harry shook his head in disbelief.

"Wake up Ron. You're going to lose her if you keep doing this to her. I know Hermoine, and its not like she's gunna wait forever either."

Harry started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, completely pissed that his two best friends had had a go at him.

"To make sure our best friend isn't crying her eyes out over you," Harry shot back tiredly.

Ron put his head in his hands. Why did he always have to screw things up?

'But it wasn't my fault was it?' he thought bitterly, 'it was that fucking git Malfoy.'

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Ginny giggled. Draco was sitting on a bed in the hospital wing sulking.

"I can't believe he hit me! The one time I don't do anything wrong and he hits me. Bloody wanker," he whined.

Ginny snorted.

Draco raised an eyebrow and said smoothly, "Am I under the impression that you find this situation amusing Miss Weasley."

"No," Ginny smiled, "not so much the situation, more the way you're sulking."

Draco scowled.

"I am not sulking," he said indignantly, "Malfoy's do not sulk."

"Ok, yeah whatever," Ginny replied smirking.

Draco studied her. He would never have thought that Virginia Weasley could portray anything but pure innocence. But the smirk she was wearing at that moment made her look anything but innocent, as if she were planning something. And in Draco's opinion, made her look even more appealing than before, which he had thought impossible.

Draco stood up and moved closer to Ginny.

"Have I ever told you exactly how gorgeous you are?" he asked seductively. "Because you are absolutely enchanting Virginia."

Ginny blushed.

"Well, you're not too bad yourself Mr Malfoy," she replied leaning into him.

Draco leaned down closer to Ginny's trembling lips and closed his eyes. He was just about to go in for the kill when –

"Mr Malfoy, where are you? I need to deal to your injury."

Ginny groaned.

"Looking forward to that, weren't you Virginia," Draco whispered in her ear.

Draco and Ginny reluctantly let each other go and Madame Pompfrey eyed them suspiciously.

"Let me look at that Mr Malfoy."

She carefully turned Draco's face to the side and tisked.

"Fighting I expect," she said disapprovingly, "to teach you a lesson I should let it heal the muggle way."

Draco rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'stupid bitch' which Madame Pompfrey ignored and with a flick of her wand, Draco's jaw was returned to its original state.

"Thanks," Draco grumbled, not sounding the least bit thankful.

Draco and Ginny left the hospital wing and walked down the halls in silence. Ginny was surprised when Draco slipped his hand into hers and gave it a small squeeze. She looked up at him and he smirked. She felt herself melting. At that moment he could ask her to do almost anything and she would most probably do it. All rational thoughts had left her mind and the only thing she was aware of was

Draco, holding her hand, standing beside her.

"A stroll by the lake, Virginia?" he asked her.

She nodded in reply and they headed out of the castle, hand in hand.