Summery: True love is said to be so hard to find in many because of some who lead with their heads and ignore the heart. Once Ginny Weasley stepped foot into Draco's life he found it harder to listen to his head more and more. While Ginny is finding it hard to follow her head over her heart. (DG)

Author's Note: This ones got Draco in it! Let's see if it got some action! Lol. By the way, check out a girl name DiaTheRyter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Head over Heart

Chapter Three: Commanding Her Out

The next day Ginny found herself more tired then she should be. Every time her professors spoke, her eyes began to droop. Nothing seemed to wake her. Even in potions, her knees shook from standing to do the potions. She was wary by dinner and had to lean on Hermione shoulder to keep her eyes open.

"Why don't you head to bed?" Hermione asked.

Ginny yawned, "I have papers due tomorrow she mumbled before sitting up a bit so she was off her friends shoulder, "besides I need to head to the library before bed."

Hermione shook her head but didn't say anything more. With a sigh Ginny got up, "think I'll head there now," she said and smiled at Hermione who gave her a worried stare, "I won't faint, I swear."

She heard Hermione tut in disapproval and rolled her eyes as she swung her bag over her shoulder and headed out. She sighed aloud and looked back slightly at Hermione who ate and gave a small smile at what Harry was saying. Shaking her head, she headed to the library.

She spaced out a bit on the way there. Hermione, her best friend. The girl who wouldn't stop talking about one thing she loved most had finally shut up about one. Her brother, Ron, Hermione had stopped talking about Ron and it was odd.

Is this how Hermione felt when I stopped talking about Harry? She thought before yawning and noticing she had made it to the library. Once she entered it, she breathed in and the smell of old, books crawled into her nose. She went over to a near table and sat before opening her bag.

She had pulled two of her books and piece of parchment when someone came and dropped a book in front of her. She blinked for a moment confused and looked up. "Think this is yours," he drawled and she smiled.

"Thank you," she said touching her Prince and the Pauper book, "where'd you find it?"

He raised an eyebrow, "what would it matter?" He asked, "You got the book back didn't you?"

She frowned and tucked the book back into her bag, "well, thank you," she mumbled, "I suppose."

"Suppose," He said musingly, "not quite a thank you."

She looked into his grey orbs and glared," I'm tired, Malfoy," she said curtly, "and no mood to talk with the likes of you."

He frowned and she took out her quills, "I was only trying to me polite-"

She snorted- cutting him off, "you?" She asked her eyebrow rose, "being polite to a, Weasley? My Malfoy, have pigs flown already?"

He scowled, "look, I'm only returning your book and I," He paused and she stared at him waiting for him to continue.

He didn't and it irked her. "Shouldn't you go and shag Parkinson?" She asked as she flipped to the page she needed in her book.

He smirked, "jealous that you can't have me?"

She smiled and he knew she'd retort, "No, Malfoy, but I am jealous you're away from her rather then me."

His mouth twitched slightly, "what if I rather would be here?"

She stared at him and sighed, "Then sit and shut your mouth."

He sat and leaned back in his chair while playing with a quill he picked away from her bag, "you need a new quill, Weasley."

She looked up and tried taking it away from him but he pulled away, "right," she drawled, "what I need is for you gone. Why are you pestering me anyway?"

He reached into his pocket and threw a brand new quill on the table, "take it," he said ignoring her question.

She frowned and reached out to it. It certainly was a nice one, she thought before placing it down and pushing it back to him. "I don't need charity, Malfoy," she said simply before reading a line in one of the books and writing something down.

"It's not charity, Weasley," he said in a bored tone before pushing it back to her, "it's a trade."

She snorted, "What has gotten into you, Malfoy? First, you behave like a civil man to a Weasley and a Gryffindor no less then you offer a trade with me? What are you trying to pull?"

His eyes glittered with something Ginny couldn't read making her suspicious even more, "I meant what I said to Potter on the stair case you know."

She raised an eyebrow, "remind me again what you said."

"That he'd best be off watching after you," he drawled as he played with her old quill.

She tucked a stand of red hair behind her ear, "and why is that?"

He leaned over the tabletop and stared he in the eye. Her stomach fluttered and she swallowed, "Go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend."

Her eyes widen, "I'm sorry, did you just ask me to go with you to Hogsmeade, or more rather command me too."

"I would like an answer," he said re-tucking the stand of hair that she had tucked a short while before.

She raised an eyebrow, "why?"

He sat back and sighed, "Why must you answer a question with a question?"

She snorted, "Could ask you the same thing."

He shrugged, "maybe I found myself fancying you."

She blushed, "w- what about Ron?" She asked before clearing her throat.

He waved a hand, "hell with him, I say."

Ginny closed her eyes and rested her head in her hands, "I can't believe this."

"Well?" He asked and she looked up, "do you have an answer?"

"Will you leave me alone?" She asked.

He brushed his bangs so his eyes shown more, "you and your questions," he said shaking his head, "no."

She sighed, "Fine then."

"I," he began before cutting himself short and smirking. He got up and went to her side.

"What are you up to now?" She asked as she breathed in her heart sped with the smell, tired, she thought urgently, you're tired.

He locked eyes with hers and leaned in before touching his lips gently on her cheek, "see you on, Saturday."

She opened her mouth and closed it as he walked away. She turned to the stuff before her and picked up the quill he left. She knew Saturday was going to be quite interresting...but for some odd reason she was wide-awake. A smile fitted her lips at the thought.

Review Responses:

IxIpEngUIn89: As you can see, I plan too. Lol.

DracosBaby7: Surprised who found the book? Yeah guys are a bit thick in the head at times aren't they? OK, maybe there morethen a 'bit.' Lol.