A/N: This is an alternate scene, it takes place right after Draco and Ginny's "encounter" on the grounds. (To make you feel more lighthearted. Well... sort of)
Alternate Scene
"What was it? What did that mean?"
He ignored her; striding purposely down the corridor. His polished black boots making loud thumping noises to the beat of his own heart and he wished that she would just leave him the bloody hell alone.
"Piss off Weasley."
"Don't talk to me like that. I deserve an explanation." She had caught up to him and grabbed his arm. He wrenched it from her and her arm, caught in his momentum, hit her chest. She glared at him, a look of hurt barley noticeable in her eyes.
"No, you don't." His eyes were boring into hers; that frightening shade of grey, but they weren't just grey. Nothing about Draco could be described with just one word. No, his eyes were not pure grey, nothing about him was pure. They had specks of other color in them; black, white, and brown, as if they were flecked there from an artist's finger tips.
"You think you do, but you don't. I don't owe you anything."
"Just tell me the truth," she pleaded. "What does it mean?"
He looked at her intently. "Is that what you want? The truth?" He was all of a sudden very close to her and he was tilting up her chin to face him. She refused to be intimidated, refused to be controlled.
"Yes."
He bent his head to her and his lips brushed her skin. Electricity surged through her body. She felt like she had been doused in icy water. Every nerve in her body was on fire and freezing at the same time. She recalled when she was about to get into a bath one day at home and was checking if the water temperature was bearable. She put her toe under the magical faucet and it burned. However, for a split second, it was icy cold against her skin.
"It means," He murmured in her ear, "I love… and I hope."