Midnight

I didn't know how short the chapters were until I posted this so I'm making sure they're longer now. Sorry I forgot the translations, Mon dieu means My God, Bonne Nuit means Goodnight, and Merde means shit or damn.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I hope you're enjoying this.

I am so sorry it's taken me so long to update I've just been so busy with Christmas break, I saw tons of my relatives, most of them I hadn't seen since September, and now I just finished semester exams and I've been working on the play in theatre and on our choreography and music in Show Choir. I will be trying to update more often, don't give up on me!

Chapter Three – Forming Habits

Draco had slept surprisingly well since his encounter with the Weasley girl two weeks or so ago, he couldn't remember her first name but who really cared. Amina was adjusting to Hogwarts extremely well although she was often cold and complained of Professor Snape giving her strange looks every now and then. It was probably nothing he had told her, the professor could be a little funny acting sometimes.

His father had written him to congratulate him on his grades, he was actually ahead of the mudblood this year, but Draco had a horrible feeling this wouldn't last long. After he finished his Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts essays he changed clothes and headed outside to the Quidditch Pitch for practice. He had been practicing all summer and was confident he would actually be able to win in the first game next month.

As practice went on he couldn't help but notice Amina up in the Gryffindor stands with the Weasley girl whose name he still couldn't remember. After practice had ended he headed over to the stands, hoping he wouldn't find out they were friends.

"Thanks for the transfiguration help, Ginny, I'm a little rusty and Grandmother would be furious if I fell behind. I was second in my class at Beauxbatons you know." Ginny nodded as she spoke, she was still putting the finishing touches on her Potions essay and couldn't help but not catch anything the French girl had said.

"Amina, what are you doing with her?" Both of them looked up to see an obviously disgruntled Draco Malfoy. Before Ginny could repeat any smart-ass remarks she'd picked up from the twins Amina spoke.

"Ginny was just helping me with my assignments, Draco, she's brilliant. We have Potions and Transfiguration together, no need to get worked up." Ginny blushed from the compliment, but a glare from Draco's direction wiped the smile off her face.

"So, the mudblood's passed her knowledge onto you? Will you be the brains of the next Dream Team?" He smirked thinking he had managed to bring her down by insulting Hermione, but Amina obviously wasn't happy with his behavior. Draco was shocked when his cousin shot up from her seat and slapped him hard across the face.

"Leave her alone Draco, I'm tired of this whole mudblood thing. Come on Ginny, let's go to dinner."

Amina didn't sit with him at dinner and the only thing she said to him back in the dungeons was goodnight. He finally decided to go to bed but found he was unable to sleep again. He had found that his late night walks helped him sleep for at least a few nights afterwards.

Out in the corridors he saw a figure step out of one of the portraits and wanting to do his duties as Prefect, he decided to follow. As he got closer he could see a mess of long red hair, this giving away the identity of the girl. She stopped suddenly, startling him but he quickly regained his composure.

"Why are you following me, Malfoy?" She asked in an obviously annoyed voice, then turning around slowly to see him.

"How did you know it was me?"

"If I tell you I'd have to kill you." He shrugged and started to walk away, "I'm kidding, I saw you in the mirror right there." She pointed to their right and he saw the extremely large mirror he had somehow never noticed before.

"I never knew that was there." Ginny laughed at him, rolling her eyes. It was strange how all he could notice was her, very strange indeed.

"That's surprising, I thought you would've known the exact location of every mirror in the castle so you could check your makeup at any given time." Who would've thought to say he wore makeup? He knew his mother had books of charms for the like but he had never taken any interest of course.

"Me wear makeup?"

"I was talking about concealing charms actually. I've heard Pansy can be a little wild sometimes." He knew those stories were still going around even though he had officially ended his relationship with Pansy at the end of his fifth year. Some of them were true, the ones about her staying in his room until all hours of the morning were. One he was not so proud of were the ones about Pansy magically inducing miscarriages every few months. Sure he had gone that far with her before, but not as often as that. He knew she cheated on him and vice versa. It had been the perfect relationship, so what went wrong?

"I'm not with her anymore. How would you know about those sorts of charms, finally get your break with Potter?" Her dark brown eyes widened and she took a deep breath.

"Well, just like you've ended things with your harlot, I got over my silly crush on Harry my third year. Now if you'll excuse me I am going to bed." She turned to walk in the direction she had come from, but Draco wasn't done with her just yet.

"I don't think we're done here, Weasley."

"Yes we are, now let me go to bed!"

"Thanks for the invitation, should I come with you now or would you like to give me the password so I can sneak in later?" She walked back to him, and just when he thought she was going to degrade him again her hand hit his cheek with burning force. That was going to leave a mark.

"How dare you! Next time you talk to me you can count on me hitting you again. Or maybe you'd like to visit with the bat bogies again? I'm sure that can be arranged." Ginny didn't give him time to reply, running off to Gryffindor Tower without another word.

"So, I heard you and Draco had another interlude last night." Ginny's thoughts were interrupted by the French accent and books hitting her table in the library. Amina had taken a seat across from her, and was busy pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail.

"An interlude? Try parley."

"Old French for a discussion between enemies. You have a nice vocabulary." Ginny rolled her eyes and attempted to go back to studying. "I don't understand why the two of you have to hate one another like you do. Do you realize that the only time he gets a good night's sleep is after he talks to you? I think the blessed is more like it."

Amina then disappeared between the bookshelves, leaving Ginny to ponder her words. The only thing she knew for sure is that one of them had to be going crazy. It was strange knowing that he only slept after seeing her, because she could only sleep after seeing him. They were each other's weakness, and it could easily destroy them both.