Prologue
The Great Hall was gradually emptying as a sixth year, Ginny Weasley stepped out, the sunlight catching her long red hair. Her skin was pale and she had freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks. Her Gryffindor robes swayed gently as she walked down the hall. Surprisingly she had her nose in a book.
Unaware that she would soon be colliding with someone, she turned the corner and staggered back, hitting the floor as she went, all her books spilling in different directions.
"I should murder you where you are, Weasley!" He spat, and he seemed in a particularly mad mood today. She winced as she used the wall for support and clutched her side. She had jabbed it on something when she fell.
"Well excuse me for walking!" She hissed back. It was a known fact that she never stood up for herself.
"Walking in my way!"
"Oh grow up! This hallway doesn't belong to you..." She bit back, barely her teeth. She was fuming, if she were a wild animal she would have mauled him where he stood, glared.
He growled and brushed his hand through his hair. She gathered her books and stared at him, her face slowly going pale again.
"What are you so mad about?" She asked, forgetting whom she was speaking to for a moment.
"I'm always in a foul disposition when it comes to filth like you." He shot back, shoving her into the wall as he passed.
"Oh and Weasley...would you be so kind as to not cross paths with me again?" He called behind him, though his voice drowned away from the walls as he turned the corner.
Ginny was still partly mad when she entered Gryffindor common room that afternoon, slamming the portrait behind her. ("Well! If you're going to have a fit...kindly do it quietly." Said the Fat Lady hotly.) Ginny ignored the urge to snap back and settled into an armchair by the already lit fire.
"Well someone's in a foul mood." said Harry from behind her. Other times she would have blushed at the sight of him, but now it was just a brotherly fondness she had for him now.
"Oh, hi Harry." Ginny muttered curling up slightly in the chair, pushing her long elbow length hair behind her ears.
"What happened?"
"Malfoy..."
"Did he hurt you?" Harry asked, Ginny watched his hand curl into a fist in concern.
"No...just his everyday snide remarks..."
"Oh...well as long as you're all right."
She nodded slightly and slumped further in the chair, letting her feet drag on the floor. Harry sat on the hair and brushed his hands through his hair, his eyes fixated on her.
"I've got to go to the library...see you later, Harry." She mumbled and got up, walking out of the common room and down the hall, and into the library.
She opened the door and hit the one person she was hoping to avoid.
"I told you to stay away from me!" He hissed, as she gripped the door frame to stop from falling.
"Maybe if you'd watch where you were going I wouldn't walk into you all the time, you insufferable brat." She spat viciously, as he smirked widely at her. He stepped closer to her until she was against the now closed door. His eyes glinted slowly as the serpent earring in his left ear shimmered.
"Maybe you should be like this more often...it's quite a nice change." He whispered, as she begun to get lost in his gray cloudy eyes. She felt her knees buckle under her and she slipped to the ground, only she thought she did. She froze as she felt his arms snake around her waist and pull her close.
Instinct to over and she gripped his shoulders, and shut her eyes. This was not supposed to happen this way...but she couldn't stop it. Didn't want too.
"I-I really should go..." She slipped away from him, and went to the back of the library and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Oh this is bad...so bad." Could it be that the Slytherin that had tormented her for years was now going to be a constant reminder of what the meaning of forbidden was?
"Oh I don't think it's all that bad." He muttered, and closed the gap between them and caught her lips in a kiss that made her arms raise and slither around his neck slowly.
Maybe they'd have more run-ins like this. Maybe.