A/N: I own nothing that you see in the Harry Potter books. :'( They all belong to the most wonderful person on the planet... J.K. Rowling!!!
"Who's there?" Draco called, pulling himself and Ginny up to stand. Blaise Zabini stepped out of the shadows with a very disgusted Pansy Parkinson. Ginny looked up in terror and Blaise sniggered.
"So the rumors flying around the dinner table were true." Blaise stated amusedly.
"Blaise... Parkinson. What are you doing here?" Draco questioned cautiously, feeling Ginny's handshake in his.
"We should ask you the same thing, Draco. What the ruddy hell are you doing with her?" Pansy shrieked.
"What's it to you, Parkinson?" Draco spat viciously. Draco knew it only mattered to Pansy and Blaise because they were Slytherin, born to breed hatred towards all those Gryffindor and muggle- loving. This was bad.
"You've been ignoring us for this piece of blood-traitor filth! Draco... this is some kind of joke, right. Did you make a bet with Crabbe and Goyle?" Blaise laughed.
"Don't speak of her like that!" Pansy squeaked in fright and Blaise ceased his laughing. "Draco! This trashy Gryffindor filth isn't worthy of the time of day! She's nothing but a dirty whore!" Pansy cried in outrage. "Wrong, Parkinson, that's you." Draco growled. Pansy sneered and Blaise stepped toward Ginny.
"She's a pretty little whore, though." He traced a long finger along Ginny's face. Ginny drew in a sharp breath and stiffened. Blaise moved closer to Ginny and touched her face with a smirk on his. Draco slapped his hand away and bellowed, "Don't you dare touch her Blaise!" Pansy looked at Draco with horror in her eyes.
"Draco! What has gotten into you?" She shrieked. "Both of you leave her alone." Draco said breathing faster than normal. Meanwhile Ginny just stood that silently next to Draco. They walked swiftly over to Draco's Head Boy quarters. Once safely behind the locked door of his chambers he turned to Ginny.
"I'm so sorry you had to deal with them. I will make it up to you." Ginny put her hand up, "No, it's fine. Really. We'll both have to learn how to deal with that sort of thing. I mean, really, both of our families hate each other, we are in different houses, and if Harry let slip that we are going out, we will both be in major trouble. But I really do not care. As long as I am with you." Draco smiled at her and kissed her softly on her cherry lips, but he pulled away quickly. Ginny looked startled.
"About Potter, why does he care so much?" he asked. Ginny looked down at the floor, ashamed. "I used to go out with him. He was abusive, so I broke up with him. He still thinks that we are going out, so he still abuses me. What you saw today in the entrance hall was nothing compared to what he usually does to me. He once used the imperious curse to make me hit myself so violently; I could barely get up after. He's also used the cruciatus curse because he caught me looking at you." Ginny was now in tears that were falling steadily to the carpeted floor. Draco moved closer to her and hugged her tightly.
"I am so sorry, Ginny. I had no idea. Have you told anyone else?" She shook her head 'no'. "I thought that it was my fault, that I should have been a better girlfriend to him. I guess, now that I look back at it, I see that he knew how I felt and used it against me to do more things that I would have usually done." Her tears were still falling steadily. Ginny looked up in to Draco's eyes, hers still shining with tears, she saw that he was crying too.
"Why are you crying?" she asked half laughing about it. His answer was not what she had expected, "Because I never have seen you hurt, and I never want to. I swear to you Ginny, no harm will fall upon you will you are with me, and even when you're not." Ginny's eyes sprang with fresh new tears. Draco cupped his hands on her chin, and he lifted her face to his. "Don't cry, please, I'm here." Then, as softly as he had moved her head, he kissed her.
"You may stay the night with me. I will escort you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner and keep an eye on Potter. You know that I love you, right." She answered, "Yes, but I love you more." Now she was just being playful.