Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be sitting down in my parent's house eating frozen dinners while writing fan fiction. In other words, I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2

Don't look. Whatever you do, don't turn around. He'll think you're desperate. Ginny turned around for the twentieth time that night. Damn. Harry still wasn't looking.

"Ginny, will you stop looking at Harry? If he looks at you, we'll tell you," said Ariel who was at Ginny's right.

"Well, is he looking at me now?"

"No, why would he?" Seth said pausing for only a moment before stuffing his face again.

Ariel kicked his shins under the table.

"Ow!"

"Don't worry, Gin. He'll look at you eventually." Ariel said smiling sweetly.

Ginny was now in a state of depression. Why won't he look at me? I'm wearing make-up for the first time, my hair is freshly blow dried, and I'm wearing new robes.

Ginny turned around and looked at Harry. He was laughing at something Ron said. God, she loved that laugh. His hair had grown a little longer since last time she'd seen him and he was a little tanner, but only if you looked closely. All in all, he was really hot. Really hot.

Ginny sighed. Why Ginny thought is the one guy I can't get the one I want? All of a sudden, Ginny didn't feel like eating anymore. "I'll see you guys later, okay?"

"Okay. Bye Gin."

Ginny got up and left the table. She walked away with almost every male in the hall following her with their eyes.

"You know," said Seth when he finally finished his dinner. "Ginny really does look hot. Harry's just too blind to see it."

"I know," Ariel replied. "But who knows? Maybe he'll notice her and they'll be the perfect couple."

"Hopefully," replied Seth grabbing another turkey leg. Ariel slapped his hand before he could pick it up.

"Stop eating. You'll get a sick and throw up. Just like last year with all the pork chops."

"That was just one time, come on!"


"Sohas anything interesting happened to you since the last I saw you?" Blaise asked Draco while grabbing a biscuit.

"Maybe." Yes, Draco thought. He still hadn't seen that red head since Madam Malkin's but that didn't mean he stopped thinking about her. What color are her eyes? Is she naturally a red head? Does she like whipped cream?

For some unknown reason, he couldn't stop thinking about her. All he could think about was that gorgeous girl in Diagon Alley. But he couldn't talk to her; he still didn't know her name. Maybe Blaise would know her, he knows everyone.

"Actually," Draco said. "I saw someone at Diagon Ally last week Do you know any tall red heads?"

"There's Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, G-"

Draco noticed that most of the males around him had their eyes glued to something. He followed their eyes and saw the same girl walking towards the exit of the Great Hall. She looked even better today.

"There she is. Right there. Heading towards the door." Draco said nodding his head towards the red head.

Blaise looked to where Draco pointed and burst out laughing. "HER! Draco, that's-"

"Got to go. Tell me later."

Draco stood from his seat as the girl reached the door. He quickly walked towards the exit.

Draco looked around and spotted her not too far away.

"Hey. Hey Red!"

She didn't hear him and continued to walk.

"Hey!"

She stopped walking and quickly turned around with a hand on her hip. She had an annoyed look on her face. Draco caught up to her and put on his trademark smirk.

"What the hell do you want?" she practically yelled at him.

Feisty. I like.

"Hey, I'm Draco Malfoy. I was wondering if you might want to go to Hogsmeade with me sometime." Draco asked while holding out his hand.

She stared at him wide eyed.

Draco tried not to lose his composure. "What?"

"I said do you-" SMACK.

Draco staggered. "Bloody hell! What was that for?" Draco asked while massaging his cheek.

"For being such a bastard, Malfoy!" she yelled back at him.

Draco stopped rubbing his cheek. Something about the way she just said Malfoy reminded him of something…

His eyes widened. "WEASLEY?" he yelled taking a step back.

"No, it's your mother!" Ginny yelled back.

"But you're-"

"Look, why don't you just-" Ginny began but suddenly stopped. She was looking at something behind him. Draco turned around and saw Potter, Weasley, and Granger walking towards them. They were talking about socks or something and didn't seem to notice the very angry and confused teens.

Ginny gasped. "Come on," she whispered to Draco.

Draco raised a perfect blonde eyebrow. "What?"

"Just come!" Ginny said while grabbing his arm and running into a separate hallway.

She ran in front of a portrait and mumbled a password that Draco couldn't make out and pulled him in.

The room was of average size with a fire place and sofas surrounding it. There were disorganized shelves of books stacked around the room. In the back was a wooden staircase that led up to a balcony where there was a floor to ceiling window that had a perfect view of the night sky. Other than the fire, the stars were the only source of light.

Considering that Draco had just been smacked and rejected by a suddenly hot Weasley and forcefully dragged into an old room, Draco was extremely angry. "What is going on?" Draco yelled. "Why did you bring me here?"

Ginny glared at him and crossed her arms. "I couldn't let them see us! Who knows what Ron, Hermione, and Harry-"

Ginny stopped short and stared at Draco. Draco looked at her like she was crazy.

Draco felt slightly offended and sneered. "So I got smacked and shoved into a room against my own will, just so you couldn't be seen with the Big Bad Slyhterin? Wonderful." Draco began to walk towards the door.

"No, wait!"

Draco spun around. WHAT could she possibly want with me?

"Just stay for a minute. I have a proposition for you." Ginny said as she took a seat in one of the sofas.

Draco gave her the iciest glare he could muster and was surprised when she didn't back down. He held the glare and was satisfied when he saw the Weasley flinch. "You're crazy if you think I'm staying here with you." Draco walked towards the door. He turned the knob and put one foot outside.

"If you leave, I'll tell everyone you tried to ask me out AND that you were rejected."

Shit. I've never been rejected before. And by a Weasley, no les. It would ruin my reputation. No, wait a minute. She's the little Weasley. She wouldn't have the guts.

"And don't think I won't, 'cause I will."

Shit.

Draco turned around and looked her over. She had obviously grown a back bone over the summer, that was for sure. She stared him right in the eye and didn't show any signs of backing down. She obviously wasn't bluffing.

"I'll stand." Draco said while crossing his arms.

Ginny smiled at him innocently. "Good."

Draco looked at Ginny. He would have never been able to guess it was her. She was even wearing new robes for god's sake.

"Who are you trying to impress?" Draco said sarcastically, gesturing his hand so that she knew he meant the robes. Before she could speak, Draco spoke again. "Let me guess," Draco said as he put on a smirk. "Scarhead?"

Ginny's face slowly turned red but her gaze never faltered. "Yes," she mumbled. "But, it didn't work."

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. Oh god, this is stupid.

Ginny glared at him. "But now, I have a better plan. Jealousy."

"Where are you going with this?"

"You don't get it. Not just anyone would make him jealous. Only someone that's a real threat to him. And I can only think of one person." Ginny raised an eyebrow expectantly and bit her lip.

Draco was disgusted. There was no way she was saying what he thought she was saying. Maybe if I talk nicely, she'll let me leave.

"Look Weasley, I don't know what the hell you're trying to tell me, but I don't need to hear about your non existent love life."

There. That was nice.

"You idiot, I MEAN you!" Ginny said, standing up.

Draco remained silent. No fucking way.

Ginny seemed really annoyed now. "You. Me. Pretend to go out. Harry jealous. Me and Harry. The end." Ginny explained slowly.

"Have you gone mad?" yelled Draco finally speaking. "I can't believe you're even asking me this!"

"Do you think I'm having fun? If it were my choice you wouldn't be the only person that is a threat to Harry! But you are, so will you please just do this?" Ginny asked letting her desperation slip out in her voice.

He still couldn't register what the Weaselette was asking him to do. Who knows what his friends would think, and Weasel and Pothead would… hate him. Hate his guts! He could cause them pain and annoyance, the same thing he'd been doing except better and easier. And Ginny was probably the sexiest girl in her year. Making him the envy of the male population. Not to mention the privileges he got from dating her, even if it was pretending…No! Weasley's not hot anymore! Forget that! She's ugly as of now! EW!

"Your brother and Granger would know about this right?" Draco asked casually.

"Yes," Ginny replied suspiciously. Draco could see why. He had just gone from rude and annoyed to casual and polite.

"Alright."

"What?" Ginny asked as if she didn't understand.

" I said alright. But it has to be believable. We can't have people figuring out that we planned it."

"Right."

There was a moment where Ginny and Draco just stared at each other, letting the idea of what they were doing sink in.

Ginny turned towards the door and stuck her head out to make sure no one was still there and walked out. Draco followed and watched Ginny's retreating back.

For a moment he was hypnotized by the sway of her hips before he realized something. He caught up to her and followed her pace.

Ginny turned around to look at him. "What?" she asked confused by the fact that he was following her.

Draco gave her a smirk. "You realize we haven't discussed or planned anything right?"

"Oh," said Ginny. "Right. I forgot."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Poor and daft. What a nice combination."

Ginny gave him a side glance and raised her eyebrows in an amused way. "Daft is someone who can't recognize their own enemies before they ask them out."

Draco smirked. "Proud of yourself aren't you?" Ginny shrugged. "Well, for your information I thought you were someone else." He knew it was weak but he couldn't think of another excuse.

"Whatever you say Malfoy," Ginny said sarcastically."Well, is there anything in particular you would like to tell me or do you want to try your chances on Hogsmeade again?"

Draco was getting very angry. When did the shy little Weasley grow a backbone and why was it that he couldn't push her buttons like he could her brother? He had been sure the mention of her poor family would have done the trick but it obviously hadn't. He gave her a serious stare. "I wouldn't keep trying my luck like that Weasley. You might get hurt."

"I'll try my chances," Ginny stared right back.

"Meet me before breakfast. Same place. Don't be late." Draco turned around and walked away.

Ginny snorted and walked away in the opposite direction. Real polite.

Around the corner, the two people emerged from the shadows and gave each other confused glances.

"What was that about?"

"I don't know, but it can't be good."

"I do NOT feel good," the first person said before vomiting all over the floor.

"Bloody hell, my new shoes!"

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