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Chapter 3: Singing Valentines

"What's wrong?"

Blaise Zabini asked Draco for the umpteenth time just this breakfast. They were sitting in the Great Hall, but Draco hadn't even touched his food. Instead, he was grinning evilly at the Gryffindor table at… Ginny Weasley.

Ginny Weasley was not in a good mood at all. In fact, she was currently glaring at the bacon and muttering something along the lines of 'Malfoy…slimy git…. detention…'

She poked the bacon on her plate viciously, and gasped when it flew right onto Harry's face, who had been sitting across her at the table.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Harry! I didn't mean to…"

"It's alright, Ginny. But is something wrong? No offense, but I was feeling sorry for the bacon."

Ginny sighed and smiled.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just, you know about that Bat bogey hex I cast on Malfoy?"

Harry chuckled and nodded.

"Well, I got a week of detention for it starting from today."

"I'd say it's worth that. I would have given anything to have seen it."

The laughed together and Ginny smiled wistfully as he began a heated conversation about Qudditch with Ron. They had become good friends after Ginny had "given up" on him, although her feelings for him still existed. But currently, she was satisfied as just having him as her friend; maybe, maybe one day their relationship would develop to more…

All her thoughts of Malfoy disappeared as she raced her eyes over the Great Hall dreamily until-she realized she was looking directly into Malfoy's grey eyes. And he was… smirking triumphantly.

'What is he up to?' Ginny wondered dryly. Malfoy had taken a liking in tormenting her ever since the Bat Bogey Hex incident in her 4th year and she was getting sick of it. The Bat Bogy Hex ought to have taught him… Ginny smirked as the memory of the bat bogeys attacking Malfoy came into her mind.

Draco's smirked faded a bit and frowned. Who was she to copy him?' He would show her not to fool with a Malfoy. Oh, yes, she would learn…

Suddenly, a dwarf entered the Great Hall. At first, nobody noticed him, which was understandable since his head was below the table. But has he mad his way to the Gryffindor table, Seamus yelled,

"Hey! What is he doing here?"

All eyes turned towards the Gryffindor table to see what the commotion was about. It took them a while to notice the dwarf… uh… under the table, who was currently tapping Harry's shoulder. Harry's eyes widened.

"Uh… Me!"

"I have a singing valentine to deliver to you, Harry Potter."

The 6th and 7th graders all stared at Ginny Weasley with a feeling of déjà vu.

"No! It isn't me this time!"

But her protests were drained as the dwarf began to sing.

His eyes are as green as fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a blackboard.

I wish he was mine, he's really divine,

The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

The Great Hall erupted into laughter.

" But Ginny, I thought you were over him!"

At Ron's bewildered comment, Ginny ran out of the hall.

Draco stared at the red head's retreating figure. It was what he had wanted, wasn't it? But why wasn't he laughing? Why wasn't he feeling satisfied and happy with his revenge? Why was he… feeling like he should follow her and apologize to her? But Malfoys never apologized, and that was that. That Weasley had deserved that, thinking she was more superior to a Malfoy. Draco picked up his fork for the first time this breakfast, but somehow, he didn't want to eat anything, and put his fork down again.