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Yep, that settled it; she was never even going to touch a door again. Because standing behind the door had been one of the three people Hermione didn't want to see for a good long while, Ginny Weasley.

"Oh, it's you." Hermione commented dully, all the while cursing herself inside. 'Stupid stupid girl, why would you open the door'

"It's me," Ginny said swaying awkwardly, waiting to be let in.

"What are you here for, to try and drag me off to Dumbledore like your boyfriend and brother did?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrow and leaning on the door frame.

"What, no, of course not. Why would I do that?" asked a shocked Ginny.

"Don't play dumb Ginny," Hermione replied. "I know you were with Harry when he saw me with Draco." She noticed Ginny raise eyebrows when she heard her say Draco's first name. "That's right, I said his name, you needed act like its so shocking. They didn't succeed in taking me away, so they sent you in."

"I came to get an explanation, that's all," Ginny said. "It's very puzzling, and I'm sorry if were not all as smart as you and we haven't figured it out yet. Now are you going to tell me what's going on, or I'm I going to stop trying to calm Ron and Harry down."

"What do you mean?"

"I've been telling them all day not to do anything rash, but maybe I'll stop now."

"Are you blackmailing me into talking to you?" asked Hermione.

"You'd better believe it," said a triumphant Ginny as Hermione stepped aside to let her in.

The sat down on a couch, and Ginny leaned in. "Ok, so spill. What is going on between you and Malfoy?"

For a moment Hermione forgot why she was so angry at Ginny (A/N- she is associating Ginny with Harry and Ron's actions.) She felt like she was simply spilling one of her secrets to Ginny, something she did quite often, or had done.

"Well a lot actually. We've been sort of dating lately, and well, I think he's the greatest guy in the whole world."

"Wow Mione, you must be in love. Only that would make you say something like that about Malfoy." After saying this Ginny realized it was a mistake. She saw Hermione's face darken and scrambled to fix it. "Um, I mean, well, you used to hate him more then anyone Mione. Of course it seems strange to us."

"I know, your right," Hermione said, relaxing a little. "I don't really understand what happened. One day I hated him, and the next he really didn't seem to be all that bad."

"Don't you think this is all wrong Mione, I mean, his sort of wrong for you in every way isn't he? He's the bloody Prince of Slytherin Mione."

"So what. He's different around me. I know you'd never think so, but he really does have a heart. Besides its not as if you can decide who to love Ginny, I mean, you're stuck with an idiot like Potter after all."

"Since when do you call Harry by his last name?"

"Since I decided I hate him, your brother too," Hermione replied bitterly.

"I think Malfoy rubbing off on you Mione. I know you say you couldn't help falling for Malfoy, but did you ever try not to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, did you try just not liking him?"

"It's not that easy Gin, Don't you think I tried not liking him. I tried to run, but I couldn't. And I know if I tried to run away now I'd just run strait back to him. All he'd have to do is walk in the room, I think I'm in love with him," Hermione confided.

"I just don't want you to see your heart get broken, not so soon, and defiantly not by Malfoy."

"What makes you think Draco's going to break my heart?"

"Well, his reputation for one. He's known for loving and leaving Mione. And secondly, well, I really don't know if Malfoy can love. Don't you think you would be better off with out him?"

"No Ginny, I don't. And Draco can love; he has a human heart just like everyone else." Hermione was getting angry at Ginny all over again. "You don't know him, not like I do."

"Is he worth it Mione? All of this, is it going to be worth it in the long run?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, the feelings he gives me right now are enough to make any suffering worth it. All this pleasure is worth any pain! And maybe you think I'm making a mistake, but that's my choices Gin. I don't care what you or any one else thinks. I couldn't live with out him."

"Ok, I just think your going a little too deep to fast."

"You know what Gin, I don't even care. I need him, I want him, I, yes, I love him. I love Draco Malfoy." Hermione found herself smiling. It felt so good to say it.

"Ok, I give up," said Ginny. "I won't try and convince you any more. Just promise that you don't hate me."

"No Ginny, I don't hate you. Draco's a really great guy Ginny, maybe one day you'll see that."

Ginny got up to go, but before she walked through the portrait door she turned around and ran back to hug Hermione. "I'm glad you found someone else, even if it is Malfoy," she whispered in Hermione ear.

As they stepped apart Ginny asked another question. "What should I tell the boys?"

"Tell them what ever you'd like, but don't let them think that I want to see either of them again anytime soon." Hermione's talk with Ginny had only mad her angrier and Harry and Ron. Why couldn't they be happy for her, Ginny was.

While Ginny was leaving Draco was entering. He stopped right in the middle of the door and stared at her.

"Care to let me past?" asked Ginny, suddenly wanting to be far far away from there. She didn't like the look developing in Draco's eyes.

"Well well well, if it isn't the baby Weasel. Come to bully Hermione as well?" Draco sneered. It was that comment that made Ginny see Hermione was right. Here Draco was attempting to protect Hermione, so he did have a heart after all.

"Of course she wasn't Draco; we just had a little discussion that's all. You can let her go," Hermione said.

Draco stared at Ginny suspiciously in a very Snape like manor, sending chills down Ginny's spine. "If you're sure," he said.

"Very sure," Hermione replied. Draco moved out of the way and Ginny rushed out.

"Have you made up with them then?" Draco asked, feeling a little deflated, he'd just gotten rid of them.

"Nope, just Ginny," Hermione answered, sitting back down.

This made Draco smile as he remembered the parcel in his robe. "Oh, I made this for you," he said handing her the package. "It was a good way to pass Charm class, and I think you'll enjoy it almost as much as I will."

This made Hermione very curious, and she ripped open the package to reveal three small dolls fashioned in crude representations of Harry, Ron and Ginny. The Harry doll even had a small scar on his forehead. Hermione looked up at Draco puzzled, and he quickly explained.

"There voodoo dolls," he said, sort of proud of himself for think of it. Hermione's mouth opened in shock as she looked back down at the dolls. Draco sensed her dismay and quickly explained himself. "Don't worry it wont actually hurt them. What ever you do will only cause the real Potter and Weasley's irritation and maybe a slight discomfort."

"Oh, well when you put it that way," Hermione said grinning. She put the Ginny doll lightly to the side and focused on the Harry and Ron dolls trying to decide what to do first. "Since when have wizards been able to use voodoo dolls?" She'd never read anything about them being real.

"Well these aren't really voodoo dolls, those don't actually work. These are just dolls with a spell on them. And it's very hard to get them to work. The user must have recently been hurt badly by the dolls person, and the user must be completely innocent in what ever happened. Even thought you can't actually kill anyone with the doll, you can wind up hurting them badly if the spell is cast right, so the Ministry has tried to stop the general public from knowing about them. I only know because of who my father is. Besides, you have to be in the same building for the dolls to work, really, it's a lot of trouble to go to when hexes can work so much better."

"So, I can utterly destroy these dolls, and I won't do any real damage to the real Harry and Ron?"

"Precisely," said Draco. So Hermione had fun for at least half and hour, conjuring miny weapons with her wand and using them. She finished by smashing the dolls into nothing with a tiny sledgehammer. Once she was done Hermione found that she felt much better, all of that anger had flowed right out of her.

Draco had been watching in amazement, even cheering when Hermione got particularly violent. "See, I told you that you'd enjoy it."

"I think Ginny was right, you are rubbing off on me Draco." Hermione said, a little dismayed at what she had just done.

"Hey, it's healthy to get your anger out, and know Potty and Weasel don't have to fear for their lives."

Hermione couldn't help but agree with him, at least now she didn't hate them, even if the method of healing had been a little unorthodox.

"Speaking of healthy," said Draco looking at his watch and jumping up, "I couldn't help but notice you didn't eat today, so I stopped by the kitchens on my way up and told Dobby to bring something up for you, he should almost be here."

Sure enough, when Draco opened the door Dobby was just coming down the hall with a large plate filled with all of Hermione's favourties. It was then that Hermione realized she was starving. She looked at Draco in thanks and dug in.

{"So, what should we do tonight? Well, we could grind our enemies into talcum powder with a sledgehammer, but, gosh, we did that already. Hey, I got a plan: how 'bout miniature golf," said Draco.

Hermione laughed, "There's no course here."

"Okay, uh, miniature tennis! A very tiny form of tennis that we could invent..."} (A/N- Ok, so that was actually an altered Buffy quote, but I thought it fit sort of, so I put it in. But you can just pretend it didn't happen as far as the rest of the story goes ok.)

Alrighty then, how was that?