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While it was shocking, Ron had mostly gotten over mine and Draco's relationship by the time we were going home for the holidays. Well, that is to say that by mostly I mean he simply refused to acknowledge its existence and went on as if he'd never learned the information. I suppose that's the best I can expect from him, given that I always knew I was the more mature one even if I am younger. Don't get me wrong, I of course love my brother, but Ron is… well hardheaded, to say the least.
The only tight spot was when we were all boarding the trains to return home. As we were getting on Draco came over to kiss me goodbye. Very sweet, really, but a little more of a show than I had intended.
"Draco, we can't do this here," I mumbled quietly, though rather enjoying being in the limelight for the moment.
"You're the one that wanted things to be made more public," he said, teasing me.
"Oh quiet you!"
"Fine, I'll do things the sweet, modest way." He smirked slightly, but his smirk turned into a real smile and he kissed me on the forehead as he hugged me goodbye. "Bye Gin. Write me, alright?" He said softly as he walked away, causing me of course to turn into a total girl and squeal very quietly to myself. I turned around, thinking first to walk over to where Ron, Hermione, and Harry were clustered, but seeing that Ron's face was redder than his hair and Harry and Hermione were both clearly trying to calm him down, I reconsidered that idea. Stopping, I scanned the platform for my friends in my year, but before I could find them I was accosted by Pansy Parkinson.
"Weasley!" Her mouse brown hair, I noted, now had blonde highlights running through it and was hanging in ringlets around her pug face. She was also wearing a short jean skirt and a bulky pink sweater under her Hogwarts robes, and the look did nothing for her.
"What do you want, Parkinson?" I drawled. It was a gift I'd picked up from Draco. She was clearly irate, so I decided that the best thing to do would be to irritate her more by keeping my cool.
"What does someone gorgeous, cultured, rich, and a Slytherin like Draco see in a little fifth year common Gryffindor slut like you?" She shrieked. That pissed me off. So much for playing it cool.
"Fuck you Pansy. Just because the two of you had a crash-and-burn relationship that sucked because you're a clingy, annoying, superficial bitch doesn't mean you have to take it out on me. Oh, and let's not even touch the issue of slutty" I replied.
"Whatever. He'll move on in time. He always does," she said, and I heard a touch of something like pity or remorse in her voice. This, however, ended as quickly as it had started. "Slumming it seems to be the latest in his phases, anyway." She attempted to smirk nastily, which resulted in her contorting her face oddly before walking away.
Blowing off whatever it was she'd just told me, I made my way over to Lia Atrastradero, my best friend in my year.
"God she's obnoxious." I remarked, rolling my eyes.
"This, my friend, is what happens when you date the guy who's first on the list of Hogwarts' ten hottest." She replied simply.
"There's a list? Since when?" I replied. Leave it to me to get out of the loop on these things.
"Since Katie Manning wrote it several weeks ago and distributed it through all the fifth year girls. It has pictures too." Katie Manning was also in our year. She was a petite blonde Slytherin, and while she had long blonde hair that curled loosely at the ends and bright blue eyes, she was far less angelic as she seemed. With the exception, maybe, of my boyfriend she seemed to have been with all of the Slytherin guys fifth year and up. It was no secret that, since terminating her last relationship, she'd been hopelessly fixated on Draco, and therefore no fan of mine. This is why it now made sense that everyone but me would have this "list" and that Draco topped it.
"Whatever. Shall we go?"
"You mean to tell me you aren't even going to ask about the rest of the list?" Lia asked disbelievingly.
"I don't really care, as I'm not a great fan of Katie Manning," I explained, as we started boarding the train.
"Fine then. So my insane aunt Maria is staying with us over the holidays… you'd think that she could just stay in Spain, but no, clearly she has to come visit us. I'm telling you she's completely mad." Lia and I talked most of the way to Kings Cross, but even as we talked there was something I still couldn't get out of my head. Try as I might to ignore it, Pansy's saying, "He'll move on. He always does," was resonating in my head. But she's a total dimwit. So she couldn't be right… could she?
