Disclaimer: Look on the first page.
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A\N: Wow, appreciate the reviews guy. Thanks everyone who reviewed. Really, with your support, I can just write forever. This chapter, I dedicate to you guys because, well, because you deserve something in return. Dedicating this chapter to those of you who reviewed for chapter one is my gratitude to you. Okay, read and review. Love you all. Lemonskittle.
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Chapter Two
How to Ignore the Blonde- Ginny Weasley
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Breakfast the next day ended with another encounter of Malfoy in the corridor. Really, it's like he's stalking her or something which might be the case there if she thought about it.
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He stepped out of nowhere and stood in her path again as if yesterday wasn't enough already. Honestly, it was like he couldn't take no for an answer or something.
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"Thought I'd find you here," he said silkily.
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Ginny rolled her eyes, exasperated. How far was Draco going to go to get her attention? She couldn't take this, not anymore.
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"Breakfast just ended, where else would I go?" she asked, sharing a look with one of her friends behind him.
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Draco took a step closer to her, his breath on her face. Her hands itched to slap him by her side, but she held them down, glaring at Draco.
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"What are you doing this afternoon after classes?" he asked, glancing at her lips.
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Ginny licked it just for effect and ran a finger up his chest. She followed her finger with her eyes until she looked up into his eyes and she thought she saw hope. "Um," she whispered into his ears, "I don't know."
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"Maybe we should take a stroll by the lake?" he suggested, not waiting for her answer.
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She was trying to hold back the laugh that was beginning to form in her throat. Ginny moved until their bodies were pressed together and her lips were mere inches from his. "Um," she whispered even lower than before, "no."
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Draco backed up in surprise. Obviously, he's never been rejected before and the movement made Ginny laugh. She walked past him and walked off into the corridors with her group of friends.
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Quidditch practice later that day was boring as yesterday. Ginny flew from one side of the pitch to the other, chasing after a snitch that she could not see. Really, what was the point of it? Harry was the seeker, not her.
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Harry on the other hand was down on the lower half of the pitch, throwing a quaffle back and forth with the other chasers. Who was he to take her position? She was the chaser and he the seeker, not the other way around.
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After a few hours of endless torture, they flew down to rest. It was then that Ginny walked over to Harry to say what's been on her mind.
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"Harry, what's the point of me chasing the snitch?" Ginny asked. "I'm the chaser, not the seeker."
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The emerald-eyed cutie gave a sheepish grin and looked upwards, trying to spot the snitch. "Sorry about that," he said. "I found it earlier, but lost it before I got it down."
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"Wait," Ginny said, angry with herself, "so you're saying that you're making ME search for something YOU lost?"
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"No," he said slowly but his head was nodding.
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"Ugh!" Ginny said, turning to walk away. What was the point of her crush on him? Really, he had no brain whatsoever.
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She was a few feet away when she spotted a certain blonde. Now she knew for sure he was stalking her. What was he, a Slytherin, doing out on the quidditch pitch while the Gryffindors were practicing and without his friends too? If he weren't stalking her, then the world must have gone mad.
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He hadn't spotted her yet, so Ginny made a quick swerve to avoid being seen. She went through a crack in the stands that had been there for quite some time. Hagrid was going to fix it, but he became a professor and the hole was never filled.
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Well, it wasn't really a hole actually. It was in the shape of Crabbe who made it a few years ago. With the brain he had, he got lost in the sky and ended up flying down without a sense of direction. He crashed into the stands and didn't wake up until a week after.
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"Hey, Weasley!" Malfoy called.
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"Damn," she cursed. She hadn't been fast enough.
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Ginny closed her eyes as if she didn't see him, he wouldn't see her. But so much for her hopes because he joined her in the crack. "Didn't know you fancy living inside of Crabbe's shape," he said.
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She threw him an ugly look and squeezed past him until she was out in the clearing. He stayed in the shape, watching her with amusement.
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"Really, Malfoy, don't you have anything better to do then bother me?" she asked.
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He shrugged, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Not really," he said. "I was going to track Longbottom down in the halls and pull his knickers over his head, but did that already."
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Ginny rolled her eyes and walked in the direction of the lockers. "Why don't you go find Collin and hang him by his knickers on the walls?" she suggested, walking too fast.
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There was silence and she hoped he didn't bother to follow her, but that's what stalkers do, they follow. "I did that already," he said.
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"Then go and cry yourself to sleep that you're being rejected by a Weasley," she said.
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Draco grabbed her and forced her to turn and face him. "That's what Potters do, not Malfoys," he said matter-of-factly. "Weasley, honestly, when are you going to say yes?"
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Ginny cocked her head like she was deciding on it. "Never," she said.
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He sighed and released her arm. "Okay," he said, "Fine. If you're going to be like that to me, then fine. But you can't avoid me forever."
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She laughed again and walked away. "Watch me," she said over her shoulder.
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But she had no idea why she always laughed at Malfoy. Maybe it was because she was a Weasley and Weasleys are happy people.
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A\N: Wow, what a stupid chapter. I can't believe I wrote that. But I promise the others won't be this stupid. I'll do my best on the next chapter and so on. Thanks for reading and review.
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A\N: Wow, appreciate the reviews guy. Thanks everyone who reviewed. Really, with your support, I can just write forever. This chapter, I dedicate to you guys because, well, because you deserve something in return. Dedicating this chapter to those of you who reviewed for chapter one is my gratitude to you. Okay, read and review. Love you all. Lemonskittle.
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Chapter Two
How to Ignore the Blonde- Ginny Weasley
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.
Breakfast the next day ended with another encounter of Malfoy in the corridor. Really, it's like he's stalking her or something which might be the case there if she thought about it.
.
.
He stepped out of nowhere and stood in her path again as if yesterday wasn't enough already. Honestly, it was like he couldn't take no for an answer or something.
.
.
"Thought I'd find you here," he said silkily.
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.
Ginny rolled her eyes, exasperated. How far was Draco going to go to get her attention? She couldn't take this, not anymore.
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.
"Breakfast just ended, where else would I go?" she asked, sharing a look with one of her friends behind him.
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Draco took a step closer to her, his breath on her face. Her hands itched to slap him by her side, but she held them down, glaring at Draco.
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"What are you doing this afternoon after classes?" he asked, glancing at her lips.
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.
Ginny licked it just for effect and ran a finger up his chest. She followed her finger with her eyes until she looked up into his eyes and she thought she saw hope. "Um," she whispered into his ears, "I don't know."
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.
"Maybe we should take a stroll by the lake?" he suggested, not waiting for her answer.
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.
She was trying to hold back the laugh that was beginning to form in her throat. Ginny moved until their bodies were pressed together and her lips were mere inches from his. "Um," she whispered even lower than before, "no."
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Draco backed up in surprise. Obviously, he's never been rejected before and the movement made Ginny laugh. She walked past him and walked off into the corridors with her group of friends.
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* * *
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.
Quidditch practice later that day was boring as yesterday. Ginny flew from one side of the pitch to the other, chasing after a snitch that she could not see. Really, what was the point of it? Harry was the seeker, not her.
.
.
Harry on the other hand was down on the lower half of the pitch, throwing a quaffle back and forth with the other chasers. Who was he to take her position? She was the chaser and he the seeker, not the other way around.
.
.
After a few hours of endless torture, they flew down to rest. It was then that Ginny walked over to Harry to say what's been on her mind.
.
.
"Harry, what's the point of me chasing the snitch?" Ginny asked. "I'm the chaser, not the seeker."
.
.
The emerald-eyed cutie gave a sheepish grin and looked upwards, trying to spot the snitch. "Sorry about that," he said. "I found it earlier, but lost it before I got it down."
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.
"Wait," Ginny said, angry with herself, "so you're saying that you're making ME search for something YOU lost?"
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"No," he said slowly but his head was nodding.
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.
"Ugh!" Ginny said, turning to walk away. What was the point of her crush on him? Really, he had no brain whatsoever.
.
.
She was a few feet away when she spotted a certain blonde. Now she knew for sure he was stalking her. What was he, a Slytherin, doing out on the quidditch pitch while the Gryffindors were practicing and without his friends too? If he weren't stalking her, then the world must have gone mad.
.
.
He hadn't spotted her yet, so Ginny made a quick swerve to avoid being seen. She went through a crack in the stands that had been there for quite some time. Hagrid was going to fix it, but he became a professor and the hole was never filled.
.
.
Well, it wasn't really a hole actually. It was in the shape of Crabbe who made it a few years ago. With the brain he had, he got lost in the sky and ended up flying down without a sense of direction. He crashed into the stands and didn't wake up until a week after.
.
.
"Hey, Weasley!" Malfoy called.
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.
"Damn," she cursed. She hadn't been fast enough.
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.
Ginny closed her eyes as if she didn't see him, he wouldn't see her. But so much for her hopes because he joined her in the crack. "Didn't know you fancy living inside of Crabbe's shape," he said.
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.
She threw him an ugly look and squeezed past him until she was out in the clearing. He stayed in the shape, watching her with amusement.
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.
"Really, Malfoy, don't you have anything better to do then bother me?" she asked.
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.
He shrugged, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Not really," he said. "I was going to track Longbottom down in the halls and pull his knickers over his head, but did that already."
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.
Ginny rolled her eyes and walked in the direction of the lockers. "Why don't you go find Collin and hang him by his knickers on the walls?" she suggested, walking too fast.
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There was silence and she hoped he didn't bother to follow her, but that's what stalkers do, they follow. "I did that already," he said.
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"Then go and cry yourself to sleep that you're being rejected by a Weasley," she said.
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Draco grabbed her and forced her to turn and face him. "That's what Potters do, not Malfoys," he said matter-of-factly. "Weasley, honestly, when are you going to say yes?"
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Ginny cocked her head like she was deciding on it. "Never," she said.
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He sighed and released her arm. "Okay," he said, "Fine. If you're going to be like that to me, then fine. But you can't avoid me forever."
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She laughed again and walked away. "Watch me," she said over her shoulder.
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But she had no idea why she always laughed at Malfoy. Maybe it was because she was a Weasley and Weasleys are happy people.
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A\N: Wow, what a stupid chapter. I can't believe I wrote that. But I promise the others won't be this stupid. I'll do my best on the next chapter and so on. Thanks for reading and review.