"Hey Ginny! What's up?" Hermione's all too perky voice greeted me as I sat down next to Ron at the Gryffindor table for breakfast the next morning. I quietly sighed into my pumpkin juice and forced a smile onto my face as I looked at her. And Harry. And Harry's arm around her.

"Oh nothing, you?" I asked smoothly. I was all too used to lying to let my hate show in my voice.

"Nothing. Just telling Harry here that he has got to get started on his Potions essay. Just because we're dating doesn't mean I'm going to give him answers." She giggled slightly, and my hate grew. Since when did Hermione Granger giggle? She was rubbing this in way too much.

"Harry, you really should get to work on that." I nagged, pretending not to hear her last comment. Harry and Hermione went back to the conversation they were having before and Ron turned to me.

"Are you sure you're okay with them dating? I mean, you've liked Harry since he and I started here." His worried voice, instead of soothing me, angered me.

"Even if I hated the idea, do you really think it matters?" I spat at him, "They obviously don't care." I stood up quickly, grabbed a muffin and my bag and left the Great Hall. I was on my way to the library when I ran into a very hard, and very male, chest. The force of the impact had me on the ground with my skirt falling a little too high up for my tastes.

"Watch where you're walking, Weasley." I recognized the drawl without having to think.

"I wouldn't have to if you hadn't intentionally run into me, Malfoy." I taunted well looking straight at his face. I saw him eyeing my ridden up skirt and my slightly open blouse. I didn't move.

"Enjoying the view?" He looked at my face with a bit of a smirk and a raised eyebrow, before reaching his hand towards me. I took it and he lifted me up like I was nothing.

"I thought you didn't want Weasley filth?" I questioned as I straightened out my skirt.

"But then I couldn't do this." I looked up at him and before I could ask him what he couldn't do, he had pushed me against a wall and was snogging my brains out.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing to my sister, Malfoy?" I heard Ron's voice as if from a distance, but it was enough for both of us to stop. My lips hurt, my breathing was heavy, and my arms were pinned against the wall by Malfoy's hands. I turned to Ron, Harry, and Hermione's startled faces.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I didn't think that even you were that slow, Weasley." I saw Ron start to charge at Malfoy, but before he could, Hermione and Harry each grabbed one of his arms. He turned to tell them off and Malfoy turned to me.

"It looks as if you're twit of a brother is going to make us continue this at another time, another place." He leaned his forehead against mine and looked me in the eye. "Sorry, love."

"Love?" I asked, puzzled. He winked at me, let go of my arms and slipped off towards the dungeons.

"Where'd he go? Where'd the bastard go?" I heard Ron bellow. To give Malfoy time to get away, and continue my roll as a victim of circumstances, I rushed to Ron and gave him a huge hug.

"Oh, Ron, he just came at me. It was so scary." I mumbled into his chest and started to 'cry'. Hermione and Harry let go of his arms and he wrapped them around me, hushing me.

"It's okay, Gin. I'll get him for ever touching my baby sister." I smirked inwardly and wondered what he would do to his 'baby sister' if he knew she enjoyed it. "I'll get him." I sniffed and wiped away the 'tears' and looked up at his face,

"Thanks, Ron." I whispered in the most sisterly, scared voice I knew. He shrugged.

"What's a big brother for?" He gave me a small smile, which I returned and he, Harry, and Hermione led me back to the common room.