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Draco walked out of the Potions class slumping. His day had not been going well. He woke up early in the morning, six o'clock to be exact. He had dreamt of Blaise and well... the things boys wanted to do with Blaise. It had bothered him.

Blaise had double crossed him. She hadn't trusted him not to fall in love with Ginny. And he hadn't. He really hadn't. Last night the words just slipped out. True, he loved... certain things about her. He loved the way her temper flared when he touched her. He loved her innocence and her eagerness. It made her so easy.

But he didn't love her. Did he?

The fact was, the whole Blaise-telling-Ginny thing screwed a lot of things up. Now she wouldn't even talk to him, let alone kiss him. And without her kissing him... how would they have sex? How would he win the bet?

Draco walked down the hall, away from his fellow Slytherins and into Gryffindor territory. Kids in red robes glared at him for his courage to ignore the boundary lines, but until he threatened one of them he was fine.

He toyed with the book he held in his hands, fingering the leather as he walked further down the hall, looking for a certain fire flamed red head. Within seconds he found her, surrounded by the famous trio.

It was going to be a challenge. Surely the three knew what Draco had been trying to do to Ginny and surely they were going to protect her. Taking a deep breath he walked closer to her and miraculously broke through the stronghold that enveloped her.

And suddenly she was there and he was there. And they were touching. She was looking up at him with fear and hatred and hurt all swimming in her eyes. But they didn't say anything.

He was perfectly aware of Potter, Granger and Weasel staring at them, as well as just about everyone else in the halls. But as far as he was concerned, it was just him and her. Ginny and Draco.

"I hate you," she hissed. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. It was easier now that she said something.

"I know."

"Rot in hell," she paused and then smiled sweetly while adding, "please."

Draco took a step closer, shaking his head no. The crowd parted, circling around them, eager to see what was going on but not eager enough to stand within three feet of them.

Ginny backed away. "I thought it was real. I thought you... God I was an idiot. I thought that we-"

Before she could finish, Draco was on her. Kissing her lips and slipping his tongue into her mouth before she could close it. And much to his surprise Ginny was kissing back, until she realized what she was doing and abruptly stopped. She pushed her hands against her, trying to get out of his embrace but he was too strong. It was then and only then that Harry and Ron butted in.

They each grabbed an arm, pulling Draco of Ron's little sister. Draco let them. He had accomplished what he wanted. He watched as Hermione consoled Ginny. He watched as the older girl ushered her friend away. Only until he was sure that Ginny was out of sight did he throw the two boys off him and calmly make his way back to his common room.

*****

Around ten o'clock Ginny decided that she had enough drama for today and decided to go to bed. She pulled off her robes and threw on her pj's and just when she was about to climb into bed noticed a green book looking up at her from the floor.

It was Draco's. She knew it was. Who else would have a book of green leather. Was it even possible to get leather green.

She sunk into her bed, debating whether or not she wanted to open the book. It was his diary. She didn't know how she knew it but she did.

And he slipped it into her robes. As he was kissing her.

The kiss flooded back to her. His tongue invading her mouth and her willingness to let it, then those seconds that she actually kissed back. It felt right, but it was wrong.

She picked it up and fingered the cool skin of the book. It taunted her even though it was closed.

She opened it. Scripty writing started at her from all angles. It was chaos, no order at all. Pictures were charmed to stick on the pages, badges and stamps flew on the border. Color was everywhere.

It was not what she had expected from Draco. She had expected unity, order... not this.

She turned away from the pictures, concentrating on the entries that have been in the past month.

November 19th,

Blaise was heavy on the bet, pushing me to get the Weasel. Ginny's innocent. It's making it fun. So trusting, so capable of love... but a challenge never the less. A challenge easily able to overcome.

November 22nd,

Blaise is holding the damn engagement over my head. She knows Ginny's falling in love with me. She's daring me to fall in love with her. She's not that bad... I wouldn't mind being the first for her... it would be an honor. Even if she is a Weasel, I've never been anyone's first.

November 24th,

Blaise told Ginny. I wanted to rip her brains out. I can't. I have the great misfortune of loving her. I can't imagine why I do. When compared to Ginny, Blaise is underrated.

Ginny gawked. Engagement? Love? It was all too much. Blaise seemed so... perfect and sweet. Surely she wasn't capable of anything Draco was saying. She turned the page.

December 1st,

I haven't touched her. I haven't seen her. I'm being avoided. I hate how much it hurts. I fear I have fallen in love with the red head. And it's causing a huge inconvenience. Why? Why did I fall in love with a Weasley? I'm betting its the virginity. It's so damn attractive.

December 2nd,

Blaise is going to use Harry. I should've seen it before. I actually pity him. She's turned me into a lying piece of shit that both my father and her are proud of. One can only imagine what she'll do to Potter.

She read on and on, like a drug. Eager to know about Blaise and Draco and herself...  Blaise stared at her from everywhere, each caption held the words "Bitch". It was enough.

Ginny knew one thing- she had to save Harry.

She tugged on her robes over her pajamas and dashed down the stairs to the boy's dorm.

Snores erupted at her and she battled the thought of closing the door and leaving. But it was rejected, she had to save Harry. She owed it to Draco.

She made her way over to Harry's bed. It wasn't an easy task, it seemed like all of the boys wardrobe was strewn across the floor. She tripped on a sweater and ended up plopping very ungracefully onto Harry's bed. She gasped, pulling away quickly to make sure she hadn't hurt him.

And she hadn't.

There was no one in his bed.