Ginny moved through her classes as though she were in a trance. The eyes nagged at her mind, and she couldn't push them away. There was something about them that made her feel distinctly uneasy. She tried not to, but she found herself looking into the eyes of every passing boy. Trying to figure them out. Wondering who he was.
Three days and Harry said nothing about the incident. It simply hung there and he pretended it had never happened. He knew he still loved Ginny, and perhaps that was why he tried to hurt her at every possibility. He wanted her to realize how much she still loved him and come crawling back to him. He snogged Cho and fondled her breasts on nights when Ginny was up late in the common room, doing homework. He never missed an opportunity to blow her a kiss in the dining hall. If Ginny had noticed at all, she would simply have wondered why he was being so incredibly pigheaded. But he would have had more luck seducing a tree.
She was in the lunch line three weeks after the first kiss. He had come for her every night since then, every one an exact repeat of the first, except that Ginny's voice grew stronger and more assured every time she told him she loved him. And still he did not say it back to her. Still he did not reveal his identity. She looked up at the person behind her, and was ready to apologize for stepping on their foot when she found herself staring into the cold gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.
His eyes twinkled with malevolence. "What is it, Weasley? Forgotten your social graces? Say excuse me, now, Before your dear mother finds out." Ginny's breath caught in her throat. How could she have forgotten what her brother's sole enemy's eyes resembled? Her near- death site, that's what. "S-sorry." she stuttered. He waited until his mates had turned away and brought one finger to his lips and winked. She turned away, queasy.