A/N: I received 2 reviews.. :D To all the awesome writers out there, I realize it may seem like such a small number, but to me each one means a lot. I'm sorry to those who think this story sucks like crazy. But hey! Then just don't read it!! :D LOL

CHAPTER 2 - UNDER THE TREE

I can't believe I just let myself go like that; how could I betray myself to her? To a Weasley, for God's sake. I silently cursed myself. It was her fault, the little Weaslette. It was because of her I kept continuing this stupid staring contest between us, because of her I kept feeling butterflies in my stomach whenever I looked into her warm, chocolate brown eyes. It was all her fault. Dammit. How did I end up like this? Me, a Slytherin, a Malfoy? Where was my pride? Anyways, the little wench just smirked and, like as if nothing happened, started busily chatting with her friends. I frowned. So, did I win the staring contest? And why did I even care? What is up with me these days? I sighed and got up from the table.

"Where you going?" asked Crabbe.

"Library. Homework," I muttered and headed instead towards the lake. When I stepped out into the frosty night, the gusty winds slapped my face. The lake seemed undisturbed by the wind, calm and serene and still, like glass. I sat under a tree and looked up at the sky. The dark indigo, so dark it looked black, was studded with millions of sparkling diamonds. There wasn't a cloud in sight; just the stars and the sliver of the moon. And then, I heard footsteps on the ground. I looked behind me and saw Potty and Weaslette together. They stopped on the opposite side of the tree where I was sitting under. I sat very still, calming my breath, trying not to make a sound.

"Er.. Ginny.. I have something to tell you," said Potty.

"What's up Harry? Are you alright?" she replied.

"Err.. wannagooutwidmecusilikeu," Potty blabbed. What the heck. Did he just ask out the little Weaslette?

"Umm, what did you say Harry? I didn't quite -"

"I like you Ginny," Potty interrupted her. Silence. Even the winds seem to have died down. Potty! And Weaslette! Ooh, this was good. I thanked the Lords above for giving me this fabolous opportunity for blackmail! I smirked to myself, but I felt a pang of something that I couldn't quite decipher. Finally, Ginny spoke.

"Harry.. I realize that we're really close and all.. but.. I just don't feel that way for you. I'm sorry."

"B-but Ginny!" he stuttered, "I thought you liked me! You liked me ever since you saw me six years ago!" Potty stuttered.

"Exactly," Weaslette replied in a voice so cold it froze the marrow in my bones. "I liked you. Past tense Harry. Sorry to disappoint you, but just cause you're 'The Boy-Who-Lived' doesn't mean that you're like some kind of God now, right?" That made me smile despite myself. Hey, I couldn't help it. I hate his guts!

"..I'm going in now. Goodnight." Potty whispered. Then I heard him going back to the castle. I heard Weaslette sigh and the rustle of the grass. I peered around carefully and saw her flaming red hair resting against the trunk of the tree I was under.

"Why couldn't this have happened earlier? Why now?" she muttered. And then, she started crying. And crying. And crying. It was funny, because although I knew this was the perfect opportunity to make fun of her, I couldn't. Don't ask me why, I just couldn't. I heard her sniffle and take a deep breath. It was silent again. I just kept staring at her back and her brilliant scarlet hair. I don't know for how long I kept staring at her back. Probably only for a few minutes, but it felt like forever. When she spoke, it scared the living daylights out of me.

"Stop staring at my back. I know you're there." Damn. Caught again.