Ginny woke up feeling content. She stretched luxuriously, and sat up in her bed. She swung her legs out from under the covers, and was surprised to see a note on her bedside table. She unfolded it curiously, and read:

Good morning! If you wake up early enough, come see me in the Quidditch field. I want to talk to you. Love, Harry

She smiled at his use of the word love,' and glanced at the clock, glad to see that it was only 6:29. She quickly threw on her robes, brushed her long hair, and headed outside to find Harry.

She arrived at the field and squinted around, looking for him. She spotted a figure at the top of the bleachers, and began climbing up.

she said shyly when she was close enough for him to hear her. He looked up, and Ginny was surprised to see that it wasn't Harry after all. she asked, confused. What are you doing here? Where's Harry?

Malfoy sneered. I don't know anything about him. Why are you here?

She sighed. I'm looking for Harry.

Haven't seen him. Want to sit down? he asked hopefully.

No, thank you, Ginny replied coldly. She began walking back down the steps when Malfoy grabbed her wrist. she cried as he forced her to sit next to him. What are you doing?

Talking to you, he said, letting go of her.

Well, I don't want to talk to you, Ginny retorted. She tried to get up, but he snatched her robes, preventing her from moving away. I have to go find Harry! Will you please let me go!

You can go find Potter after I talk to you.

I'm not going to listen.

Yes, you are.

Ginny turned away, folding her arms over her chest and scanning the field for Harry. No, I'm not! She tried to yank her robes out of his grasp, but he was much stronger than her, and she couldn't move.

Ginny, I just wanted to tell you again that I love you, Malfoy told her in a soft voice that was very different from his usual one. Potter doesn't even know that you exist, can't you see that? Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?

Ginny said furiously. Let go of me so I can go find my boyfriend!

he said, so quietly that she could barely hear him. He slowly released his grip on her robes.

I'm going out with Harry, she spat at him. Leave me alone. She marched off down the steps, wondering what wrong with his mind.

Harry was striding up the steps towards her.

Oh, Harry, she smiled. Where were you?

Never mind that, he said sharply, with a frown on his face. What were you doing with Malfoy?

Malfoy? Nothing! He grabbed me and made me sit down!

That's not what it looked like from down there, Harry said grimly.

Excuse me? Ginny sputtered indignantly. You don't believe me? Look! She pushed up the sleeve of her robes to reveal the red marks from Malfoy's grip. His face softened, and he gently touched the marks with his fingers.

Oh, Ginny, he said softly. I'm sorry. I just assumed the worst. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. His brilliant eyes were so open and concerned that it made Ginny want to cry.

It's okay, she told him, feeling tears trickle down her cheeks.

he said, his face contorting. I'm so sorry. I can't believe that I made you cry. He offered her the sleeve of his robes, and she smiled through the tears.

That's not what I'm crying about, she said. Oh, Harry, I love you so much. He wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug, and they stood like that for a few minutes.

You know, Harry said after a little while. We haven't even been going out for twenty-four hours, and already we're arguing. Ginny gave a little giggle, and lifted her face to his for a long kiss.