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"Harry, I love you." Harry looked at Ginny suspiciously, "What happened?" Harry asked. More than you know Harry Ginny thought "Nothing." Ginny replied. "Really? Then how come for the last week you've been so distant?" "Oh, I have been?" Ginny replied. "Maybe it's just me…" Harry said. "Hey, do you want to go down to the Quidditch field and fly around for a bit?" Harry asked. "Sure!" Ginny said excitingly. This is sure to take my mind off things. Malfoy won't be there. I can just fly around with Harry and make all my problems go away. Ginny thought. They headed out, only making out once along the way. When they reached the Quidditch field, they went to the changing rooms to get their brooms they had left there from the night before when they had attempted to go flying, but it started to rain. "Hey Harry, I need your help with something" Ginny said seductively. "With what?" Harry replied, not quite getting the jester. "Nothing" Ginny replied. "What?" Harry said, taking Ginny's hips and pulling her close to him. "Nothing…" She replied lightly kissing his lips. "Come on Harry, I think we ought to get out there and back before dinner." She said jokingly. She ran out the door, and ran straight into Malfoy, causing them both to fall down.
"Watch where you're going Weaslette."
"I'd advise you to do the same." Harry said, catching up to Ginny, and helping her up.
"I'm fine Harry, lets just go." She said, avoiding Draco's eyes.
"Bye Weaslette, I'm sure we'll meet again." Draco said with a sly smile.
"Ok Gin." Harry replied. Then, turning to Draco, he said, "If you ever touch her, I will personally hurt you."
"Then strike me now." Draco mumbled to where only Ginny could hear him.
"Lets go Harry" Ginny said, pushing him away from Draco.
That's nice Draco thought as Ginny walked off with Harry. "Are you looking at Weasley's ass?" Crabbe asked when he and Goyle had finally caught up. "No! Of course not! Why would you even think that!" Draco replied, appalled by the statement.
What is this feeling? I don't understand. How can I have any feeling but hate for the Weaslette? I'm dating the hottest girl in school! Why would I even think about a Weasley?!
Draco kept asking the same questions over and over again in his mind. He was glad it was the weekend; he wouldn't have to think about anything. "I need to get this off my mind." Draco said aloud. "Get what off your mind?" a girls voice came from behind. Draco turned around sharply. "You know I'll help you get it off." Pansy said seductively. "Oh, I thought you were someone else." Draco said, a bit disappointed, but at the same time, now he wouldn't have to explain what he had been thinking about to Desdemona. "I know what you did." Pansy said. "What are you talking about?" Draco said in reply secretly hoping she wasn't going to say the thing about the Weaslette as he turned around. "Oh, you know what I'm going to say." She came up behind him and put her lips to his ear. "I was in the corridor." She whispered. "I saw it." "What do you care?" Draco asked. "Oh, it's not what I care Drake, it's what your girlfriend cares, or have you forgotten her?"
"What do you want?" Draco asked, now that the shock that he told Desdemona that he loved her wore off, they were never separated. "I want you Draco." She said. "Every Monday night at 7:30 sharp of this month, you will meet me in the coed bathroom outside Snape's office. If you don't agree, I will tell her." She said with a smirk a mile wide on her face. "Meet you at the bathroom…" she said as she walked off to dinner. Crap, now I have this to deal with! I have to meet her too! Desdemona walked up behind him and put her arms around him waist. Draco spun around, not knowing who it might be. "Hey baby." Draco said, relieved it was Desdemona and not some other girl there to blackmail him.