7; 2:00 p.m.

Weasley's standing there, in the same place, after class is done – Draco wonders if she's moved at all.

"You didn't bring anyone with you, did you?" Draco mutters secretly to her, pretending.

"No one," Ginny promises conspiratorially. "You?"

"Not a soul," Draco swears, and then – "You're rather childish, you know, Ginny."

"I am still a child, you know, Malfoy," she smirks.

"No, you're not," he says seriously. "You're practically an adult, love. When are you going to start acting like it?"

"When I start feeling like it," Ginny replies swiftly. "We have our whole lives to be adults, you know, Draco."

"Yes," Draco agrees, "yes, you're right. But you can't be a child anymore. It isn't—"

"Riddle," Ginny interrupts softly, suddenly looking afraid.

"Riddle," Draco agrees, remorseless.

It's like their own dirty little secret.