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Harry couldn't believe the girl in front of him. Not only was she beautiful, she was smart, sweet, elegant and charming. The only problem with her was that she was a Slytherin, but that was something that could easily be overlooked. Not that she seemed like it, Blaise seemed much more interested in burying her perfect nose into a book instead of talking, which is what Harry definitely wanted to do.

He didn't know why he was so attracted to her. It was almost as if she had a spell over him, but that seemed unlikely. For some reason he just wanted to be closer to her and as he made a reach for her hand, she suddenly had to itch her nose.

He had been telling her about his hatred for Snape when she suddenly got distracted. She seemed to be looking past her as he got to his climax, telling her about when Snape had made him redo his entire potion because it didn't look pink enough. Suddenly, she simply said, "I have to go." And grabbed her books, walking out briskly.

He was still shocked when he saw Malfoy follow her out.

"I bet Malfoy's going to yell at the poor girl for even talking to me." Harry mumbled into his Defenses Against Charmed Objects. He had half a mind to follow the two of them out but thought against it, he didn't want Blaise to think that he was suddenly possessive of her.

And it's lucky he didn't because it was at the same moment Harry was thinking this that Draco shoved Blaise ever so carefully into a wall.

"What the bloody HELL do you think you're doing?" Draco breathed. He was pissed. What right did she think she had? Prancing around with Potter? Was there something loose in that brain of hers?

"Hi Draco." She said smiling sweetly. "I was just talking to Potter about the incredibly beautiful day we were having." She nuzzled against his neck, sucking on spots where she knew he liked. "He's such a nice boy, I don't know why you dislike him so much."

"Blaise…" He whined. He should be mad, he should be demanding why she was sitting there looking starry eyed at him. But he couldn't, not while her lips were lusciously placed on him throat.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop. I just wanted to have some fun with a Gryffindor. You got Ginny… why can't I have Harry?" She looked up at him with those pouty blue eyes of her and he couldn't help but melt.

"Would you at least stop scarring my skin? I've got Transfiguration next and McGonagall's already lecturing me, I don't need her eyeing my neck on top of that." Blaise groaned but stopped snogging his neck.

"Draco, I'm sorry?" She offered. He nodded and removed her arms from around his neck, stalking down the hall. Behind his back, Blaise smiled a smile that could easily be classified as evil and walked the opposite way.

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Ginny calmly walked from Transfiguration, she knew that Malfoy would be around the corner, having already heard his sneering voice. She would not yell, she would not blush, and she would not acknowledge him at all. She would simply keep walking when he called her name. If he called her name that is.

She rounded the corner, careful to keep her head down. She could feel his eyes on her across the room.

"Hey Weasley!" There it was! He had called out for her. Her heart skipped a beat and her head threatened to look at him but she fought both things down, trying to stay normal. She did however, walk a tad bit faster. "Weasel!" He called out again. But she kept walking. Frustrated, he reached his hand out to grab her arm. Crabbe and Goyle, two that were standing around him, sneered.

"When I'm talking to you, the polite thing to do is answer me." He tugged harder on her arm.

"Well then, I'll be sure to do that when I meet someone polite." She meant it to hurt, but it didn't. Malfoy simply laughed.

"Look boys, she's trying to be intimidating." Crabbe and Goyle laughed, though it was obvious they didn't know the meaning of "intimidating". "Now, now Weasley, do be careful. You might just hurt my feelings."

Ginny glared at him and wrenched her arm out of his hand. Then she did something she never did to anyone before- she spit on him, running away before anyone could stop her of course.

She left Malfoy stunned really. He stared after her, thinking only one thing- this was really going to screw things up.

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Ginny wrapped her robes around her tighter, leaning against the tree for support. She simply could not get her Potions notes to stay inside her head. Whenever she tried to memorize the correct ingredients for a healing potion, her thoughts always drifted back to Malfoy and that face he had when she spit on him. It was amusing just to see him so shocked. She smiled to herself and then remembered that this was time to study not to lust over boys, not that Malfoy was a boy of course. He wasn't even human… he was lower then a human. He was a-

"Hello." Ginny looked up, startled. Well speak of the devil… Malfoy was standing in front of her. And holding out daisies? This was new. She was pretty sure Malfoy didn't give out flowers, especially to a Weasley. He saw her stunned look. "These are er… for you?" Ginny continued to stare at them. "To uh… apologize." Blink. "Look, would you just take them?"

Ginny grabbed the flowers, refusing to have her hand brush against his skin, surely she would shrivel up and die if she did.

"I'm sorry for what I did. It was stupid. I'm sorry." Ginny's look stayed the same, confused and unbelieving. "You could say something you know." He snapped. He had gone through quite a lot of trouble, picking them from the lawn without having any of the Prefects catching him.

"Thanks." She brought her nose to the daisies. They smelt quite good and if they weren't coming from Malfoy, she would've put more meaning into those words.

"That convinced me." He said, sliding down the tree to sit by her. She stiffened, unused to the fact that Malfoy was sitting on the ground next to her.

"What are you doing Malfoy?" She asked.

"Sitting here with you." He answered.

"Oh." Well, they were making progress. "They told me to stay away from you."

"Who?"

"My brothers."

"Ah yes, those stupid gits. And I expect Potter and the mudblood have said the same thing?"

"Yes, those stupid gits, Potter and the mudblood," she had to force herself to say that horrid, horrid word, "told me to stay away from you. And I'm beginning to think that they were right!" She grabbed her books and made a move to leave, but Malfoy caught her hand, pulling her down. "Let me go Malfoy!" But he wouldn't. "I'll scream!"

"Go ahead." He said sneering.

But she didn't. She sat next to him sulking all the way. "You are the most obnoxious, stuck up, pompous jerk I've ever met."

Malfoy actually looked flattered. "My friends call me Draco." And with that, he kissed her.