October 30, 1996
Alright.

I can't say I didn't see this one coming.

But really - couldn't she have told me how she felt about it before it was "too late"? Not that it would've changed anything - but that's what she was supposed to do as a friend.

Talking about Hermione here.

She, Ron, and Harry cornered me after Quidditch practice. Which was particularly rough today because our first game is in about a week, but never mind that. They started to try to "reason" with me about me and Draco. I kept saying that he was a really cool person and such and that there was "more to him" (ha). Hermione was into the discussion and Ron was really into it too, but it was clear that dear Harry wanted to stay out of it as much as he could. He just kept saying "uhh, yeah." Sigh.

When Ron called me "absolutely clueless", I knew it was my cue to storm off in indignant anger. Good thing I didn't have to resort to say I loved Draco Malfoy or anything. Eeek. Shudder.

Their arguments were so bad, too. I guess that's why Hermione hadn't said anything yet. Basically they were "he's Malfoy, Ginny, he hates us." To which I'd answer that obviously he didn't hate me. But there was this one argument that wasn't as bad; in fact, it was right on target. They said that he must be using me for something. To that I said that Draco had no patience with people he disliked - which is a complete and utter lie, because he can be quite the hipocryte. And he doesn't like me, yet he can stand me. And viceversa.

But Ron, Hermione, and Harry don't really know that. They just think he hates everyone and can't help but show it. Oh, how wrong they are. About the "can't help but show it" bit, anyway.


October 31, 1996
This one I didn't see coming.

Dumbledore decided it would be a good idea to change the four tables on the Great Hall to various smaller, round ones. There was just one big table, and that was because it was the buffet table. I guess he did it so the Houses had to mingle somewhat, but we ended up segregated anyway.

Me and Draco had to sit by ourselves. Oh, and Crabbe was there too. Or was it Goyle? I keep telling myself "the bigger one is (insert name here)", but I forget. They're the same entity to me - "Crabbe and Goyle".

Anyway, Draco told his friend to go with Pansy Parkinson (who's mad at Draco - big surprise there) and spy on her. "Remember she can't know you're spying on her. When she asks you what you're doing there, tell her I sent you off because I wanted some time alone with my girlfriend here. No, wait; say 'his very beloved girlfriend.' Go." And when he left, we burst out laughing. When we saw Parkinson's reaction to what Crabbe/Goyle told her, we burst out again. I wish I could something like that to my friends once in a while without losing them.

After we were done making fun of his friends, I started to interrogate Draco about the reaction of the people he knew to our "relationship". He said that the Slytherins asked him if it was true and what the hell was wrong with him. Others asked him how could he; others, how he finds me. He told them "yes", "nothing", "I just can", and "just fine". Merlin.

He also instructed his fellow Slytherins to be friendly to me. And it has worked. For a 6th year, Draco sure is powerful in his House.

I asked him what he had told the Slytherins (since I got suspicious), and he said that there was no way he'd tell them about our plans, because they wouldn't shut up about it; they'd just keep giggling when they saw me, especially Pansy Parkinson. I found that suspicious, so I asked him why would they do that. He said he'd never tell them it was actually an alliance, and to not look at him like that, because I wouldn't either. Which is true.

Then I asked him about his parents - he said he had told them that he was going to try and win me over to get back to Harry, because Harry fancies me.

I was about to make a fuss right there and then, giving people the impression we broke up before we were supposed to, thus messing everything up - but he explained to me that his parents - particularly his father - weren't about to accept he was working in equal (equal? Ha!) alliance with a Weasley. Which makes sense, so I left it at that.

I was perfectly cheerful during the rest of the feast, considering I was stuck with Malfoy and all, until he told me his mother is eager to help, so she'll send flowers and sweets for me too from Monday on. I asked, "To me too? What, you still receive sweets from your mum?"

He replied, "Yeah, only I give them to Crabbe and Goyle. And Parkinson, but she doesn't want them now." And put his hand on tummy. I thought that gesture was funny.

But that wasn't what angered me. It was what he told me next.

He told me that he had "gladly informed" his mother that I loved mint. But I'm allergic to mint. And he knows it, because I refused to eat my dinner mint when we were at that restaurant.

Prat.

Those flowers better be good!

A/N: Oh yeah, Draco can be such a jerk sometimes...

I don't know, but Draco putting his hand on his "tummy" sounds odd... hm...

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