DISCLAIMER: I own only the plot. Everything else is owned by JKRowling.

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A/N: A very short chapter but it is necessary that this short piece stands alone.

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"What's wrong with the little Weasel?" I recognised that sneer at once.

"Leave me alone Malfoy." I growled, hurriedly wiping the tears from my face. "You've caused enough trouble for one night."

"Dear me, Weasel, I haven't caused any trouble. Potter caused the trouble for himself. I just happened to point it out."

I turned on Malfoy. I was fuming. Question upon angry question poured out of me. "Why are you doing this, Malfoy? What the hell have you got against me? Or against Harry? Why were you so determined to split us up in there?"

"Isn't that rather obvious...?" Malfoy murmured.

I hadn't realised how close he was to me. He leaned in towards me. He was going to kiss me. His face was mere millimeters from mine. He brushed his lips over mine and then pulled away. He didn't smile. He just gave me a look. The kind that's impossible to describe.

Then he turned and headed back to the ballroom. Not looking back at me once.