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Chapter 3: Mismatched Socks

Draco paced around his room. He walked around the bed, stared blankly out the window for approximately 3.2 seconds, walked along the wall to his dresser, looked in the mirror, checked his hair for another 2.6 seconds, walked to his bedside dresser, nervously looked at the clock, and continued pacing. He had been doing this since 10:00. He thought he noticed a groove being worn into the carpet, but it was only 11:15 so he continued.

At 11:45 Draco finally allowed himself to leave the confines of his room. It usually took at least ten minutes to walk to the North Tower. Draco was a little nervous though, so he made it in a record breaking four minutes and 36 seconds. Ginny was quite impressed, and amused. She hadn't realized how nervous she made him. It only made her plan easier.

"Hey sexy, glad you made it. Come here."

Ginny summoned Draco forward with a crooked finger, but it took him a few seconds to register the command. He had been a little too busy staring at her. She looked really hot in a deep purple dress that ended half way up her thigh, started very low on her chest, and covered almost none of her back. Once it sunk in, Draco nervously shuffled forward, amazed at the affect this girl had on him. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him, but she wasn't desperate. She wanted him, knew it, and went about making it happen. She was amazing.

"Draco, do I make you nervous?

"No," Draco quickly lied, unwilling to admit his weakness, "why do you ask?"

"Because your shirt is on inside out and you're wearing mismatched socks."

"Oh." Crimson blossomed on his pale cheeks. Why am I so stupid? I must have looked in the mirror twenty times before coming here, how did I miss that? Am I really that head over heels for her? He mentally berated himself until Ginny's question.

"Draco, do you love me?"

The question broke through his self-pitying thoughts and took him completely by surprise.

"Um, well, I think love is a very strong word, and I don't want to rush things, but, well, I, I think that the word 'love' is, well, not overused, but, well..."

He was cut off however when Ginny grasped his neck and pulled him forcefully into a kiss. Her tongue thrust into his mouth and he kissed back in pleasure, and a little fear. Her hands grasped his chest then his arse then threaded through his hair, he could barely keep up. By the end of their snogging session, Draco was gasping for breath and couldn't believe how amazing this girl was.

"What about now?" She asked with a smug grin and hand on her hip.

"Duh, um, yah?" That was all Draco managed to say. But it seemed to be enough. Ginny wiped some extra lipstick from his cheek, smiled, and smacked his ass as she walked by.

"Good."

And then she was gone, leaving Draco alone at the top of the North Tower, amazed, befuddled, and convinced that he loved Ginny Weasley.

A/N: ok, I know it is really short, don't hurt me! But I just had to get this out of the way so in the next chapter I could do the super duper twist that will make all of you go, "wait, what!?!?!" It's gonna be good. and longer. I promise. But at least the updates have been frequent right? Well keep reviewing please. I like to think I'm loved, don't burst my bubble. Next chappie soon!!!!!

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