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Author's Note: Okay, okay, so it took me longer than I promised for this chapter! I've just been super busy latelyÉ what with homework and our play coming upÉ basically things've been crazy, but I'll try to be better. Just so you all know, we're getting near the end, story wise. That's slightly sad, but also pretty exciting. So just bear with me and thanks SO much for continuing to read and review!

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Maybe the Malfoy affair turned me into a skeptic, but somehow I found it suspicious that by the time Harry and I had been dating for two months, absolutely nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary had happened. It wasn't that I expected something catastrophic to happen, and I certainly didn't expect Harry to cheat. It was just Hermione had told me a short while after we got together that there had been actual bets on when Harry and I would end up together. So with that kind of speculation surrounding us, I was therefore sort of surprised to hear that nothing else was being said about us. Though I was well aware that this bordered on paranoid, I couldn't help but think that sooner or later, some rumor would start. But to my surprise and relief, nothing did. And everyday, I wondered to myself more and more why I didn't realize how crazy I was about Harry before. He was perfect for me, and I was starting to believe it when he said I was perfect for him. For the first time, I was starting to wonder if saying that I loved him was all that far-fetched.

Meanwhile, as all these thoughts floated around in my head, Hermione's and my brother's relationship was quickly turning into the most tumultuous one Hogwarts had ever seen. One day, they'd be so in love it was impossible to believe they'd ever been the bickering, feuding pair of friends they'd once been, and the nextÉ well, let's just say that it's lucky that ripping one's head off isn't literally possible. It was during one of these times that Hermione and I had a conversation about relationships on one particularly miserably cold February afternoon. I was reading when Hermione stormed into the common room in a rage, presumably having just fought with Ron.

"What's happened now," I asked her, putting down my book and sitting up on the couch.

"I shouldn't tell you, he's your brother and I don't want t put you in the middle," she answered curtly. She was probably right, but the amount of fury exuding from her was too much for me to ignore.

"Sit. Tell me. He is my brother, so I've probably been just as pissed off with him at one point as you are now." She considered this for a moment before agreeing and sitting at the opposite end of the couch.

"It's justÉ he doesn't seem to know how to be in a relationship! Sometimes he can't seem to grasp being able to give me my own space and gets jealous over everyone I talk to, and then there are days like today where he doesn't seem to want to speak to me if he's around anybody else. So I told him I can't take it anymore, that he has to choose, and he got very offended and said I do exactly the same. He said, you know, that I have some nerve to be criticizing him on anything, when I can scarcely seem to make time in my busy day to speak two words to him and yet I still get on being jealous of anyone and everyone. And then he said that maybe we don't understand each other, or at least I don't understand him, because it seems pretty clear that I don'tÉ" She trailed off as her voice cracked and tears welled up.

"It seems pretty clear to him that I don't really care about him that much. And I know I'm busy, but heaven knows I try. And he's busy too! He said that lately its seeming like I don't want anybody to know about us and it's justÉ that's notÉ I don't know what to do! I tried telling him that wasn't true but he was having none of it so I just ended up screaming back at him that he's a complete hypocrite and if he wants me to make time for him, he'd better be doing the same." As awful as I felt for Hermione, I had to say that this was something of a comical scene. I thought I'd never see the day that Hermione Granger went to pieces over a boy. And I really didn't think that the boy any girl went to pieces over would ever be one of my brothers.

"Listen, ÔMione, I really don't think you have anything to worry about. Just go talk to him calmly, and explain that he has to listen to you rationally because what you have to say is important. Tell him how much you care, which you obviously do or you wouldn't be this worked up. He's just sort of insecure – basically, in Ron's eyes you were the one he never thought he could have so it's astounding that he's gotten what he wanted. Just make him see that you feel the same, and he'll stop, I promise." I continued in this same vein until Hermione seemed to brighten.

"So what about you and Harry?" She asked then, changing the subject. I explained to her the deliberations I was going through, finally springing on her my love thoughts.

"Do you really?!?" She shrieked.

"That's the thing, I don't know. I meanÉ I feel like when I'm with him, everything is alright, not matter what. And when I'm not with him in person, knowing that he's mine still makes me feel that way. I justÉ I feel totally comfortable around him, and so different than I felt about Michael or Dean or Draco. And it's good different." I finished quietly, blushing darker than my hair.

"You do! Think about it more and you'll have your answer," she responded matter-of-factly yet excitedly. We talked a bit more about other things, Hermione's words ringing in the back of my mind. Was it possible that I loved him? And she was right – the more I thought, the clearer the answer was. And that answer seemed to be a louder and stronger yes every time I thought of it. A few minutes later I realized though, that distracted as I now was, I had an essay to finish, so I headed to the library to do so.

I had been working for a few minutes when I heard an incredibly abrasive and intrusive sound – Malfoy's voice.

"Listen, Gin, do you have a minute?" I looked at him and scowled.

"For you? No." I tried to go back to my work, but he persisted.

"Listen, I just want a moment of your time," he said, snapping out of the fake sincerity he'd been using a moment before and back into something that more closely resembled his actual personality.

"Just to talk, that's all I'm asking." He insisted.

"Talk? Oh, you'd like to talk. Would you like to talk aboutÉ how you lied to me about Katie? Or maybe about how you weren't smart enough to not get caught cheating. Or perhaps, you'd like to talk to me about how you're trying to make a mockery out of Harry and me? Are any of those topics on your list?" I asked with matching fake sincerity. I was quite impressed with myself – usually I don't ever come up with anything clever to say when I'm angry until several minutes too late.

"JustÉ listen. That's all I'm asking." He said insistently. Perhaps out of some Freudian need for closure, or, more likely, out of good mood-based distraction, I somehow grumbled out fine. However, it turned out that sitting at my table to talk to me wasn't quite what he had in mind. Grabbing me lightly by the arm, he guided me to a more open section of the library, sort of the general common area. This was suspicious, but I tried not to think much of it.

"So what I wanted to say is," he began, and then did something I was not prepared for. In one swift movement, he brushed a strand of hair out of my face and slid both his hands around my waist.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, irately.

"What I wanted to say is, I don't think you're quite over me yet." I gaped at him in open-mouthed awe, until I found the words. Or rather, action. My hand flew up from where it had been at my side and slapped Malfoy across the face, leaving an angry red mark. His eyes narrowed for a brief second, but he seemed almost happy, as if his intent had been to get a rise out of me.

"Still that same feisty spirit, I see. Listen, Ginny, I know I made a small error in our relationship but –

"Small error? Sleeping with somebody else is not a small error! That, Draco, is fucking up and badly!

"I never said I slept with her. At least not while we were dating." I rolled my eyes.

"More than I need to know, though I doubt the validity of the first half of that statement in the first place." His lips quirked as if to smirk, and I thought to slap him again, but thought better of it. His arms were no longer around me, but we were standing closer than suited my personal comfort.

"Look, I know that I made a mistake, but I want to try it again. I'm really, really sorry and I'm just horrified that I've hurt you as I have. I'd love it if you could give me a second chance.

"Stop! Stop this schizophrenic act. Either cut the condescension or get out of my face, it's really quite simple. But I have some things to say. First off, what's happened to your precious little tart friend? Has she grown tired of you, or have you moved on to newer and easier things? Secondly, what on earth has you convinced I'm still interested?" He raised his eyebrows as if amused. I was getting distinctly uncomfortable by this point, but I was determined not to let Draco know this.

"Watch who you're calling easy, it's you I'm trying to move on to, darling. But as for your question, Katie and I decided that sex isn't really enough of a basis for a relationship. Though it was quite good." This, though I knew it was said only to get a rise out of me, was too much. My face contorted, as I not so politely informed Draco that I absolutely didn't need to know this.

"Sorry. That was uncalled for, I know. You're just so easy toÉ tease" He continued, stepping even closer to me. My heart started racing, but unlike so many times before, this wasn't out of happiness to be near somebody I had feelings for, but out of fear. Nothing good could come of this, and I knew it. He wrapped his arms back around me, pulling me directly next to him.

"Let me try once more to convince you," he whispered seductively, before kissing me. I couldn't help it – my brain was screaming to push him off and to run screaming, but I had frozen. They say that all humans have a flight or fight response to bad situations, but in this case I had neither.

Oh no, my response was something altogether more horrifying. It was give in. it was as if my mind was no longer my own, and I reciprocated the passionate kiss. It wasn't until I realized that I'd been pushed against a wall that alarm bells began to sound in my mind. Cohesive thought starting coming much too slowly for my own liking, what must this look like? Panic rose, but right before I could end this horrible scene the worst possible thing happened.

As he moved us so that it appeared as though I'd initiated all this (that is to say, he was now leaning against a wall), I heard a voice say: "Well, would you look at that. Who's the slut now, Weasley?" and the click of a camera. Finally breaking away from Draco, I turned in absolute mortification and horror to see Katie Manning herself standing staring at both of us, holding a camera.

"This is going to be one interesting photo. I wonder who gets it first? The other Weasels? Or maybe the mudblood friend? Wait. I know. Scarhead. That would be best, wouldn't it Draco?" She asked, a mix of simpering and absolutely evil. Draco kissed her possibly more explicitly than he'd just done to me – something I figured would've been difficult if I hadn't seen it – and smirked at me.

"Well. Looks as though I was right. Do yourself a favor, Ginny darling, and make sure you're quite over me before you move on. And please, think twice before crossing me again." The two laughed horribly while I began to shake. Whether out of fury, fear, or generally upset-ness I couldn't say, but I knew that this would be the beginning of something very, very bad.