Disclaimer: No, I still do not own anything Harry Potterish. No.. no.. no.

A/N: Still editing the story some.. tweeking it.

Ginny woke up to sounds of moaning.

"Jesus Hermione! Keep the noise low!" She sleepily wiped her eyes in slight irritation. Hermione came outside roughly ten minutes later, steadying her breath.

"Oh but Ginny.. he's really good!"

"He is my brother! I don't need to know these things!" Ginny covered her face in disgust. "That's wrong on so many levels!" Hermione laughed aloud.

"So Ginny, tell me. Are you really over that tempting blonde, Malfoy?" She batted her eyes quickly with a quick smile. However, Ginny missed the humor, and looked down to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah, I mean I think so. What's so great about him, anyways? Just because he's mildly attractive and can lure even the most independent girl into a trap, doesn't mean I still actually feel anything for that.. that.. Pureblood. I realized that no matter what happened, him and I have nothing between us. Yes, I like him. But, I don't want to be second choice to Pansy. Nothing has ever happened between us besides occasionally running into him." Hermione smirked at Ginny.

"You know you want to." Puzzled, Ginny looked at her.

"Want to what?"

"You know.." Hermione nodded towards the room where Ron peacefully slept.

"Hermione!"

"I'm just kidding Ginny. Really, chill out. You know he's not worth it." Ginny's anger increased a little.

"He is at heart. Just getting there is the hard part.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." It grew a tad bit awkward, so Hermione tried to enlighten it.

"I did notice Dean Thomas eyeing you.."

"Eh, not my type, Mione."

"Of course not, because he's not Draco."

"Mione.."

"I know."

.:.:Flash to Malfoy and his two guards walking into the Great Hall.:.:.

Malfoy walked to the Great Hall with Crabbe at his right and Goyle at his left. Crabbe was counting steps not stairs!.

"961, 962, 963, 964...OOF! Ow, 965." Draco began to laugh.

"Dumbass, you forgot the trick step.. again." Crabbe looked up.

"Man, why the hell do they need that steppy-thingy anyways?" Goyle intervened.

"So people like you can fall on your ass every time."

"Man, you've fallen too." Crabbe shot back.

"No I haven't!"

"Yes you have!" Draco grew agitated.

"Both of you shut up! You have both fallen on your asses, now drop it!" With that, they shut up quickly. "Now Crabbe, go and fetch me a Firewhiskey from the Common Room. Go!"

"Okay, Draco." Crabbe and Goyle went to get Draco the Firewhiskey. Draco thought about anything and everything to get a certain someone on his mind, and it sure wasn't Pansy. "Ugh, I need to get that childish little girl off of my mind. That "thing" was nothing, nothing of any importance. I never should have gone to that party. But that kiss.. That was a kiss of-- a Weasley! Snap out of it. I need to fuck, to get my mind back on track. Damn, I can never find Pansy when I actually need her." Malfoy sat down in the library, lost in thought. "Maybe my father was right. I should become a Death Eater. I mean, maybe that would get my mind off of her. That night was..."

.:.:Flash back to Ginny:.:.

Ginny and Ron walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron whispered the password to the picture, "Mandrin Hair" and walked in. Harry and Hermione were already in there, and they looked a little distraught.

"Oh my God, Ron, Ginny. There is a message for you. It has something to do with your Mum and Dad. Dumbledore couldn't find you, but said it was urgent.."

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