A/N: Don't get scared away by the chapter title! *lol* And, I'm sorry it took me awhile to get this out!  Every day I wrote bits and pieces, and today I finally strung it all together.  I really didn't mean to take all that time on it, but to make up for it, I made this chapter long for you all! I hope you have fun reading it! And I attempted a more "believable" Draco. *sighs* But I just love him as a sweetheart!

Disclaimer: Because you care so much, I'll tell you exactly where to find this information: Chapter one.

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"Ginny! Wake up, sleepy head!"

I heard distant giggling.

"Huh?"

"You're going to miss breakfast!"

I yawned sleepily. "Five more minutes mum," I mumbled.

I heard someone snort.

"Heh?" I rubbed my eyes.

More eccentric laughing.

I sat up abruptly, wiping the corner of my mouth. "Wha -- What happened?" I looked up into the glinting eyes of my roommates Sharon, Marie, Anna, and Beth.

"Why am I on the floor?" I asked stupidly.

Sharon giggled. "Well, apparently you feel asleep here, Ginny," she said as though she were talking to a slow child.

I rolled my head around, feeling all the knots and kinks.  "Oy..." I mumbled. I looked down at my crinkled robes. "Just bloody great," I grumbled. Apparently I had just fallen asleep on the floor last night after talking to Ron and Harry, with my robes on and everything. Perfect.

"Need shower..." I got up, tripping over my own trunk, and falling down flat on my face.

"Ginny," Marie reasoned with me, sitting me up. "There is no time. You have to eat breakfast, then we have Potions first."

"Wonderful," I griped, catching my reflection in the full length across the room. And no, 'wonderful' was not describing the face that looked back at me.

"Think of it this way," Sharon said, patting my hand. "Draco Malfoy is probably waiting for you."

I looked up sharply. "Is that...okay?"

Beth laughed. "No, Ginny," she said mockingly stern. "You can't see him and that's that!"

I giggled with my friends. "You sounded like Ron!"

"Scary, eh?" Beth grinned. "Ginny, Malfoy's gorgeous. And well... If you like him, then," she shrugged. "We like him."

"It doesn't matter that he's in Slytherin," Anna said. "There's a reason you're with him. And we support that."

I swallowed. I couldn't tell them the truth. It was just one of those things, not where I didn't trust them, I just... wasn't ready.

I had no idea how to tell them.

I looked around at the four faces of these girls who had over the years become my best friends. 

And how I loved my friends.

I smiled toothily, feeling ever so emotional.  I then hugged each of them. "Thanks."

They laughed at me, and rolled their eyes. "Now come on!" Sharon stood up, and pulled me up with her. She circled around me. "We need damage control."

I scowled. Sharon got out her hair essentials, and Anna went to do my make-up, as Beth and Marie rummaged through my trunk for my spare school uniform.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Merlin for these girls.

***

I slid next to Draco five minutes late at breakfast that morning.

"Where were you," he hissed.

I shook my head, glancing around at the goons seated at the table who were all glowering at me. "Long story.  And you could greet me a little better than that."

Draco snarled. "Good morning, sunshine," he spat.

Okay, or not. "Er... better!" I said sarcastically plastering a smile on my face.

"Glad, you think so."

I arched an eyebrow but said nothing. It wasn't like I expected him to be a sweetheart towards me.  Though I knew that's what I wished for.  I wasn't even sure why. 

I huffed, picking at my food, when it suddenly hit me.

Where were we sitting? At the Slytherin table.  And whom did he hold up a reputation for? The Slytherins.

I sighed, wondering why I hadn't seen it before.  I hated people with split personalities, but then I realized, I was asking for this.

I ate my food silently for a while, before Malfoy nudged me.

"Not speaking?" He said looking at me.

It took me by surprise at how... Good-looking he was.  Of course, I always knew it, but at that moment, it just blew me over, and I almost felt nervous around him. "I wasn't sure if I was aloud."

He chuckled softly. "Glad you're treating me like royalty."

I rolled my eyes, frowning.

"Hey, Weasley?" He leaned in.

I swallowed looking up. "What?" I mumbled.

"Don't take everything so seriously."

He then when back to his eggs, leaving me to stare at him in wonderment. I had no idea whether that was caring, or mocking. Maybe a mix of both. I smiled a little at the thought.  It was kind of nice.  I looked over at the Gryffindor table, and saw Ron snarling in my direction and having an animated conversation with Harry. Harry, who was every so often glancing over at me.

I grinned to myself, looking away. And possibly getting nicer.

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"We are going to make a serious potion today. It requires strict attention because I expect at least three of the Gryffindors over here to screw it up, end then come complaining to me. You'll be the first Miss Caldwell... If you don't STOP TALKING!" Snape barked.

Sharon straightened up immediately, her face reddening.

I caught her attention, and rolled my eyes in Snape's direction.  We grinned at each other. 

"Something amusing, Miss Weasley?"

"No Professor," I said.

He gave me an intimidating look, and I sank down in my seat, cursing his ugly face silently.

He went on with a lecture, keeping a stern eye on Sharon and me until he went over to write the ingredients for the potion on the board.

"Gin!" A familiar voice hissed.

I all but fell off my chair.

I looked around blindly. "Draco?" I whispered covering my mouth so Snape wouldn't notice me talking to a certain Slytherin standing in the doorway.

"Ask to go to the nurse!"

I looked at him like he was crazy, which I came to realize, was most likely true. "Are you mad!?"

"MISS WEASLEY!"

I jumped ten feet in the air just managing to save my cauldron from crashing to the floor, as my elbow slipped and banged into it. I smiled sweetly. "Yes, Professor?"

"Is there something you would like to share with the class?" Snape asked gliding over to me as though he were on wheels. He looked down at me menacingly.

I looked at the doorway, but Draco had disappeared. I took a deep breath. "Er... Yes."

Snape's front lip curled. "Well?" He roared.

"May I go to see Madam Pomfrey?  I'm not feeling too well," I lied, putting on a pouty face.

"No," he snapped. "Now pay attention!" He banged his fist down on my desk causing me and the Gryffindors seated around me to wince.

"Oh... But," I was inwardly cringing, yet at the same time shaking with laughter at the thought of what Snape's reaction to this would be. I beckoned him back over to my seat.

"But what, Weasley?"

I made a hand motion to show him he needed to come closer.

"Oh alright!" He growled, bending down, level with my head.

"I'm having..." I lowered my voice a notch. "Feminine issues."

I heard Sharon snort next to me, and then cover her mouth holding back laughter as Snape's eyes flashed at her.

He stared at me, recoiling slightly. I bit my lip and nodded, shrugging. "Fine! Go!" He barked.

I jumped out of my seat gathering my books, racing out of the room hearing Snape yell about an essay that was due tomorrow.

I fell against the wall outside the classroom, overcome with giggles. I turned my head slightly to see Draco looking at me with amusement.

"Cutting class is more fun than you thought it would be?"

I grinned, nodding. "You have no idea."

Malfoy shook his head dejectedly. "You are such a prude, Weasel."

I straightened up. "I am not!" I retorted.

He shrugged. "You want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Wonder Boy's going."

I stared at him blankly. "You made me cut potions to ask me that?"

Draco took a few moments absorbing this. "Er... Yeah."

My mouth dropped open. "That's it?!"

Draco backed away. "Whoa... Take it easy.  I thought you wanted to get out of that class. Or..." He smirked. "Do you have a thing for the head of Slytherin house!?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I felt sick. "EW! NEVER!" I shrieked.

Malfoy burst out laughing. "You keep telling yourself that, Mrs. Severus Snape!"

"You git!" I ran up to him as though to slap him but he caught my hand.

"You think you can take me, Weasel?"

Yeah right.

"Yes I do, as a matter of fact!"

He rolled his eyes. "That's something I would pay to see."

"You can see it right now if you want." For some reason I felt so... bold around Draco.  Almost like hanging around him was my challenge.  To break the real Malfoy out of his shell.

He shook his head sadly. "You're delusional."

I wrenched free from his grasp, and suddenly my hand felt oddly cold. "You're just afraid I actually can take you."

"Trust me, Weasley, that's the least of my worries."

I grinned. "Oh, you wait. One day... when you least expect it, I'll get you."

Draco nodded me off. "I'm not gonna lose sleep over that thought." He turned away. "Sorry for getting you out of Potions.  I never knew how much that class meant to you."

I glared at his retreating figure, just sensing his smug look. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"Yes or no for Hogsmeade?" He said tilting his head, so I met his gray eyes.

"No," I snapped.

He leered at me. "See you Saturday, Weasley."

I scowled. "You wish, Draco Malfoy!" I called to him, as he walked away.

Glowering, I kicked at the floor, though I had realized something. I had a normal, joking, naturally infuriating, but still semi fun conversation with Draco Malfoy. And it had happened before. And it would happen again.

And I wasn't scared at all.

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It was a Thursday night, but still, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with energy as though it were Friday.  I sighed, pushing my way over to an empty table and throwing all my books down on it after my last class of the day.

I sat down.  I had a twenty-six inch long Potions essay to right about all the benefits of a sleeping potion. I glared down at my parchment, which so far only held my name. Which was written very large, at that. And I was hoping to get it all done before dinner.

I sighed, grabbing my quill, and dipping it in ink.

"Sleeping potions are useful because..." I scribbled, not caring about being original, or using a creative opening.

I looked up, as someone sat down at the table across from me. Inwardly groaning, I stared determinedly down at my Potions essay as Harry sprawled his books across the table.

I sighed putting my head in my hands as words started blending together, and I started getting dizzy.

"Potions?"

I nodded lazily.  I was in no mood to start talking to that Cho-worshipper.

"Yeah, me too."

I gave the comment no response.

"What did Snape assign you?"

I shrugged, still not looking up.

I heard Harry's frustrated sigh. "Oh."

"Uh huh," I muttered, pretending to scribble something meaningful on my parchment, while all that I had written was 'Potions suck'. I stared at my paper. 'Sleeping potions are useful because potions suck.' 

"So..."

Groaning, I forcefully ripped off the piece of parchment, which held my insightful phrase. "Is this your idea of small talk or something?" I snapped, crumbling the paper, and tossing it across the room where it hit Neville in the head, causing him to look around blindly.

"I just want to talk to you!" Harry urged, leaning closer across the table.

"About what? Potions?!" I sneered.

Harry's eyes blazed with urgency. "Look, do I have permission to talk to you?"

I rolled my eyes, snarling. "Sure. You can talk 'til your voice has gone hoarse, but it doesn't mean I'll stay and listen."

Ignoring the possibility that I may just childly plug my ears, Harry started rambling. "Ginny, I know things between us have been really weird--"

Struggling with conflicting feelings, I started hastily gathering my books, and supporting them in my right arm, as I stood up.

"And well -- wait, where are you going?"

I laughed derisively. "You don't want to know."

"Yes I do." He stood up from the chair.

I met his gaze. Harry's eyes were emerald flames burning with desperation. "I'm--" For a split second I remembered every reason for I why was in love with him. I swallowed hard, knowing what I had to do. "I'm going to meet Draco."

Harry stared blankly at me for a moment, and though there was vivacious energy throughout the common room, I heard none of it.  The lack of sound between us was ringing through my ears. Harry's fists were clenching, and his jaw was set. "So go," he said in a strangled sort of voice.

I pushed back my emotions. "That's what I was doing," I spat.  I turned swiftly on my heel, and pushed through the bubbly crowds, feeling Harry's eyes on me until I disappeared through the portrait hole.

I ran all the way down to the library, my arms aching, until I hurried past Madam Pince who glared at me because apparently my feet were making too much noise, and dropped all my books onto a vacant table only earning myself another glare.

I sighed, slumping down into the chair, putting my head into my hands, breathing hard.

"Weasley?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat, swiping at my eyes, which were threatening a sudden down pour.

"Are you--" Draco slid into the chair next to me. "Weasley are you crying?"

"Go away Malfoy," I said with a rising lump in my throat.

"You are crying."

I turned sharply staring into his hard eyes. "Oh, well spotted!" I hissed. "Why do you sound so bloody happy about it?"   

"AHEM!"

Draco and I jumped at the sound of Madam Pince clearing her throat pointedly from the corner. "Sorry," I whispered, over to her. She looked at me with a beady eye. I stood up abandoning my potions homework, and shuffled my feet out the door, with Malfoy reluctantly following.

I stood out in the hall staring at Draco. What was his problem? Why did he sound so giddy about me crying, and then start following me around like he gives a damn about what I feel?

"I wasn't happy," he snarled. "God, Ginny, you make me out to be this horrible person with no heart."

I laughed harshly. "Sorry, I must have mistaken you for someone I used to know."

Draco's front lip curled. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or are you going to act like a complete frigid--" Here Draco said I word, which I had already been called once before by Cho and Harry, "--about it, until I give up?"

I shrugged coldly. "The latter, I suppose."

"I despise you Weasleys," Draco said loathingly.

I rolled my eyes. He acted as though I hadn't heard this before. "Does it matter that much to you?"

"Not really," Malfoy drawled.

"Argh!" I threw my hands up in the air, never wanting to slap someone so badly in my entire life. "Then why did you ask!?"

Malfoy was grinning smugly, clearly enjoying this. "I was just kidding. Of course I want to know why you were crying, Weasley. After all, I am your boyfriend." He smirked.

I was very close to losing it. "It was just about Harry," I muttered. "Nothing special."

Draco suddenly stopped smiling. "What did he do?"

The thing was, not even I was sure. It was one of those things where I was simply crying because I loved him so much and knew I could never have him. Malfoy would never understand what that was like. 

"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered.

Malfoy swallowed. "Ginny he didn't -- I mean, he didn't hurt you... Or something, did he?"

Suddenly my eyes welled with tears again. Malfoy could say he didn't care about me as much as he wanted, but the truth was... He did care. More than even he realized. I shook my head, my heart warming towards him. "Never," I said.

Draco exhaled.

I almost wanted him to ask again why I was crying, but he didn't.  He wasn't that type of person. I sighed. "Thanks for worrying."

He groaned. "Honestly, Weasley, I don't worry.  I don't care!"

I started laughing.

"What's so funny?" He snapped.

I shook my head, grinning.

"You're too happy, Weasley."

My mouth dropped. "I was just crying!"

Draco shrugged. "Sure, but somewhere deep down there was a giddy part of you, bursting to get out."

I made a face at him like he was psycho. "So now I was 'giddy' crying?!"

Draco smirked. "Whatever bubbles your cauldron, I guess."

I shook my head at him. "You only say I'm too happy, because you're comparing me to you."

Draco stared at me blankly. "I'm happy," he said, sounding hurt.

I bit my lip, holding back a laugh. "I don't mean to burst your bubble but...You honestly think you're happy?"

Draco glared. "Shut up, Weasley."

I started giggling.

"There you go with the happy thing again! You are way too chipper!"

Okay, I couldn't take it anymore. "Chipper!?" I burst out, wiping my eyes. "Who says that!?" I had doubled over with laughter, and when I looked up, I saw Draco watching me, his gray eyes dancing with amusement.

My laughter started fading as I straightened up and looked at him. He was so handsome. I walked forward, having the strangest urge to just... Touch his face, or run my hands through his blond silky hair, or --

"Ginny."

Oh god. No. Not now.

I turned around slowly. "Ron." My eyes then darted sideways. "Harry."

Ron sneered, and Harry was eyeing Malfoy with dislike.

"Since we're all politely saying hello..." Draco cut in. "Scarhead. Weasel." He nodded.

We stood there, all staring each other down. Draco and me on one side, and Ron and Harry across from us.

Harry tore his murderous stare from Draco, and then settled his eyes on me. It was almost as if he were saying "How could you be doing this? How could you be with him?" Like he were trying to make me guilty... Or maybe it was scared. I wasn't really sure because at that moment I was feeling a mix of both emotions.

"What are you looking at, Potter?" Draco spat out Harry's name with emphasized venom.

I then felt a rush of gratitude towards Malfoy. Not just because Harry had averted his gaze, right when I felt like I might just lose control, but because he was making us seem real. Like he actually cared that Harry was looking at his girlfriend.

So here we were, standing in a little square, each of us wishing the person on the opposite side nothing but ill.

"Well," Draco said finally having had enough. "As much fun as this little rendezvous in the hall has been, I think I've endured looking at your two ugly faces as much as I can handle in one day. Come on, Gin." He placed his hand on my arm.

Out of nowhere Ron immediately lost control, and lunged forward. "You keep you're bloody hands off my sister, Malfoy!" He yelled. He flung forward, and when he hit mid-air Harry reached out and grabbed the back of Ron's robes when he was just inches from throwing Malfoy to the ground.

Harry now had grasp of Ron's arms, which were struggling to throw a few good punches at Malfoy, even though Draco and I had been steadily moving backwards the whole time.

"That's right Potter," Malfoy spat. "You always were the Wonder Boy. Never wanting to cause trouble. Playing hero, just to impress someone." He jerked his head in my direction, in the smallest of movements.

Harry's eyes flashed, and he let go of Ron, who staggered forward, before regaining himself, and straightening his robes.

"I don't see anyone here that I want to impress, Malfoy," Harry said through gritted teeth.

My heart plummeted.

"He speaks," Draco said sarcastically. He gave Ron a menacing glance, before taking hold of my hand. "Come on, Ginny," he repeated. He looked at me, and then to Harry. "Ginny!" He hissed in my ear.

His warm breath tickled my skin, and brought me back to life. I swallowed hard, tearing my eyes off Harry, who pretended not to notice.

Ron, I saw, was now torn between staring at Harry in astonishment at his comment, and staring at mine and Draco's intertwined fingers.

"Yeah," I muttered finally, turning away.

I sighed. I'd hate to see the way Ron reacts to when Malfoy and I actually have to kiss, much less hold hands.

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A/N2: Well, there is chapter 5.  I'm not sure if I made Draco any more well, Draco-like in this chapter, but, that's what  I was aiming for.  Of course, Draco is a "ladies man" so he's not going to act like a complete jerk.  He has his moments.  Anyways, just tell me what you thought.  Of Draco, and of the chapter. Is Harry bothering you or what?! Wouldn't you just love to go inside his head, and figure out what he's thinking?! Hehe, too bad that will never happen *cackles*. But next chapter you will get a little... something. Just something to help you figure out what's going through his head.  Again, sorry for the time-lapse between chapters.  And, please review!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 4 (there were a mighty lot of you! Most I've ever gotten on a chapter before!)...

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