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A little note.

Earlier in the day, Ginny was at the owlery enjoying the sunrise and keeping in touch with her poetic self. Deep lost in her thoughts, her lazy swirl of thinking was actually centered on a certain dark brooding boy.

Now infront of the Great Hall, and trying to shush the emotions waiting to drawn her, Ginny shuts herself and proceeds to head to breakfast. To her, it was way too early for emotional turmoil.

Snort. Oh how wrong she could be.

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Attentive..

Pausing infront of the high double doors of the Great hall, she stopped a minute to retie her hair, before pushing one of the oak doors open.

Immediately, she was assaulted by a strong cold breeze, causing the loose strands to brush against her face and tickle her nose. Grinning, she caught sight of the Headmaster and waved a silent hello, before proceeding to her left towards the Gryffindor table.

Nodding once or twice to the many greetings and stopping here and there for a little chat, she finally reached the empty seat next to Hermione.

Suddenly feeling the energy drain out of her, she leaned her elbows heavily against the table and rubbed her head repeatedly.

"Tired?" Hermione muttered, as she poured Ginny some pumpkin juice.

Taking the offered glass, Ginny answered only after her second sip, "Club."

"Ah..."

That was sufficient enough for Hermione to understand.

You see, Draco was no easy editor and he demanded a lot from the –dunderheads- who worked in his club. And besides, this is the first time in Hogwarts history that the students were given the opportunity to publish and devise their own newspaper.

They were working none stop for the last two weeks, and in no more than three days, the students will get to see what they've done.

Three days till the ball. The debut will be on the day of the annual Spring Ball, where the newspapers will be handed to each couple.

No pressure. Right.

Deciding to worry later and enjoy herself for the moment, she buttered her toast and listened as Hermione berated Ron for eating her breakfast.

Just as she was snorting at their now full-fledged fight, she caught sight of a flash of silver.

At once did she feel the female population stir to life.

Shaking her head in disgust, she went back to buttering her toast and stuffing it all at once in to her mouth. It took only a few seconds until her defenses crumbled and her eyes sought him out like the rest of the pathetic girl majority....

He was at the moment walking leisurely past the many greetings that washed over his tall presence. He offered slight nods here and there to certain individuals, and the ones who caught one of his rare smiles were at once compared to a shining new light bulb.

Pansy was right behind him, seeking his body and trying more than once to catch his hand as it occasionally brushed away at his long bangs.

Halting slowly infront of a group of Slytherin sixth years, he stopped shortly to exchange a few words. Ginny wasn't sure, but the way the girls smirked and the sly arch of their eyebrows was somewhat of an indication.

Turning with a subtle curve to his narrow lips, he blankly slid infront of an empty chair and offered it to Pansy.

Shock was an understatement and the closest to resemble the look on her face.

Beaming and now very flustered at having finally caught his attention, she sat in the chair he held for her and glanced at the girls with the sick smug grin of a zebra.

Ginny watched Draco as he patted her atop her head, Pansy clearly missing the derision that widened his thin mouth into the not so subtle black smirk that graced his face.

Leaving her with a small careless caress of his long fingers, he left her to walk past twenty chairs to where his friends were seated.

Hm. What was the saying...?

Subtlety is the art of doing what you like and getting out of the way before it's understood.

Ah. Thats it.

Ginny laughed softly at pansy, pitying her for her foolishness. What Draco did was just get her out of the way and as far away from where he was sitting as possible.

Just not in an obvious way.

Just Slytherin Style.

Now unaware that she was still acting like the many foolish girls she despised, she watched him as he sat and leaned against his chair, laying his head on its back and muttering answers once in awhile to his friends.

The sun above was highlighting the white threads of hair amongst his blond head, and from her vintage point, she could only see the outline of his face; the proud aristocratic nose, the mocking lips, and the white arch of his neck. His eyes were, she sadly noted, in the safe haven of his long hair, as they tended to shield those gray orbs at all times.

All at once, she was caught in the swirling abyss of her thoughts and moral ideals. She was now very aware that, like the rest of her fellow kind, she was unashamedly ogling at this fine specimen of a man.

And she hated herself for that.

Shallow Ginny. Shallow....

Feeling rather putout by this new discovery, she stood up and excused herself. Waving her way down the table, she thought no more of Malfoy.

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"Where is Professor Snape? Not that I am complaining.." The last was muttered rather frantically quick, as Colin was immediately assaulted by the many glares of his fellow classmates.

Ginny patted his arm consolably, for she too was wondering. Her last class for the day was potions and for the first time in her six years at Hogwarts, the professor was actually later than his students.

Dodging paper airplanes and the likes that her fellow childish classmates liked to indulge in, she worried that maybe something bad happened to Snape.

She couldn't really stop the grin from forming...Tried to, honest...

The class was soon hushed by the presence of the last person on earth whom Ginny wanted to see. Groaning inwardly, she sat and watched as Draco faced the now silent class.

Eyeing them from one narrowed eye, for the other was still hooded by a couple of long silver hairs, he spoke once, in a clear-cut voice,

"Open to two fifty five and start working."

And to two fifty five they opened and to work they begun.

-Only to be interrupted by a certain cough.

Ginny whirled around in her seat and saw Dennis glaring at the front of the room, where she guessed Draco was.

"Excuse me, but you're not our professor, so..." And here his voice faltered," ...so why should we... listen to-to you?"

Ginny waited for the storm to pour.

Feeling lightheaded with expectation, she waited, as did the rest of the class it seemed, for something, some response from Draco.

None came.

Rather curious, Ginny risked a glance at the intimidating six-foot presence of the Slytherin. Seeing him leaning calmly on the professor's desk, his arms crossed loosely infront of his chest as he gazed at the window at his right, Ginny wondered for a minute if he didnt quite hear Dennis's question, or insult, whichever you took it.

Another cough.

Cough. Cough. Ahem.

Ahem.

Ahe-

"I am leaving."

And that was it. Just as that, Dennis stood up, the scrape of his chair bouncing of the walls of the room, as he picked his bag from next to his chair and proceeded to head outside the class.

Or tried to, that is.

Ginny watched fascinated, as Draco stood in Dennis's way, his height an advantage, his glare a threat, and the shark like smile on his face, a challenge.

She couldn't quite contain her gasp though, as the Slytherin stepped close to Dennis, invading his personal space, hooded eyes piercing his soul, as his finger rose to softly outline the strong Gryffindor jaw.

She was even more surprised when Dennis merely leaned against Draco's palm, the move so subtle, she could have easily missed it if they weren't standing so close to her.

"Tell me," Malfoy darkly whispered, even though the whole class could hear. " How is your brother now?"

Those sleek uttered lines worked their venom on Dennis, snapping him from his trance like state, proving as was intended that he was obviously affected by the Slytherin's touch and intimate voice.

Angry and embarrassed, Dennis stepped back a few paces only to be able to aim the now fast moving fist towards Draco, who was at that moment watching, perversely fascinated at the redness of Dennis's face.

The fist was, as Ginny expected, easily forced back, and as Dennis fell, Draco blanked his face and turned his head slightly towards his spectators.

One malice filled stare, and the class took their hint and started working again.

Her thoughts raging against her actions, Ginny stood shakily from her chair and knelt beside Dennis.

The class froze; Colin could be heard whispering urgently to our red headed heroine to 'Get back in that seat, Gin, you dont know what you're up against!'.

Helping Dennis to a sitting position instead, Ginny held him close to her, allowing him to lean against her for the cut on his head from where he fell was affecting him greatly.

She was almost unaware of the calculating and surprisingly dismayed gaze of our Slytherin.

(Therefore)

Before she could get her napkin to dab away at the blood, she was whisked cruelly form the wrist to a standing position.

Meeting Draco's brutal stare, she noticed, to her infinite disgust, how close she stood to him. And how easily she forgot about the now semi conscious Gryffindor in his presence.

Sensing the malicious slant of his mouth, she quickly backed away, only to bump into her desk. She now knew him more closely to take heed of the signs.

His serpentine smile was as expected quickly shaped, as he stepped more closely to her body, to the point where she had to turn her face from meeting his.

"He needs help."

A low whisper. Quick small breaths as to not touch him. Fisted hands as to not throw herself at him. Closed eyes to better hear his curt mocking words...

"Clearly."

She was not surprised to be greeted with his derision. But when she felt his palm on her waist, a subtle movement, no one can see, she began to panic.

Her eyes flew open, as he pressed himself to her. Hands unclenched as he bit at her ear. Hard. Nibbled softly at her neck, waiting for her gasps to tune and her body to shudder.

No. Open class room, how could...Everybody can see...No..

But it wasn't so. What everyone saw was an unconscious Dennis, a fisted Ginny and a sly Slytherin.

None saw the hand that stealthily crept infront of her hip, or the uproar in Ginny's eyes.

Mutters were whispered feverishly into her ears. Let yourself go. Moan. Breath. Touch. Between the open subtle kisses and the hard wrecking bites, Ginny was able to withstand the assault. Barely.

Bastard.

He stopped suddenly. And looked at her.

Dazed Brown eyes met Clear Gray.

"I'll take him to the Medical Ward." She said unevenly.

"I am sure he'll be fine on his own." He replied calmly.

She quickly noticed his smug lazy grin.

No! She didnt let herself go as he so vehemently whispered not a minute ago...She didnt. She stood against him.

I won. Not you. I won, you didnt succeed in humiliating me in class, and therefore I win. So what if I shuddered? So what if I wanted more...?

Glancing indifferently at her and then at his feet, where Dennis was oh so conveniently sprawled, he added curtly, "Go on. Leave."

Annoyed and miffed at the way Dennis scrambled to obey his orders, and annoyed at how easily she got swept into the feeling of him, Ginny was angered enough to tune out the warning narrow of Draco's eyes.


"You cant do that, there must be someone to help him...With the cut on his he-"

"Spare me." He suddenly snarled. As if revolted by her mere presence, he backed away and before seating himself again against the desk, he noticed the still standing shocked Ginny.

What?!

"If I want the advice of a retard," He lashed cruelly, taking real pleasure in the widening of her eyes, " I'll be sure to contact you, but until that fateful day, sit down or get out."

Ginny left not a second later, her eyes drowning her face in tears.

No, I won.

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Eh. End of chapter two.

(Guys, you all know what Draco was trying to do, right? Hint: What would the class think if they saw Ginny throw her arms around Draco only to be shoved away by a very revolted Slytherin? That was what he was aiming at. But Ginny was already familiar with the working mind of our Draco, albeit barely.)


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