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Chapter 6

She had surprisingly dark eyelashes for a red head.

Draco lay beside Ginny in his four poster bed, watching the girl sleep. Her skin was fair, looking startling pale next to Draco's tanned hand. Her lips were slightly parted in slumber and her straight hair was tousled from sleep and… various other activities. Dark, sooty lashes lined her closed lids, hiding her laughing brown eyes. Draco tucked the serpent green bed cover around Ginny's slender shoulders. She stirred and Draco froze, not wanting to wake her, but she settled again, snuggling underneath the covers.

Draco climbed out of bed and pulled on his Quidditch robes. Grabbing his broom, he kissed Ginny gently on the forehead. She smiled in her sleep. Draco left his room, shutting the door gently behind him. He had missed breakfast but the first game of the year, against Gryffindor, he definitely wouldn't miss. He would never give Potter the satisfaction of not turning up.

He strode out of the empty Slytherin dormitories purposefully. He had a match to win.

***

Ginny woke up in a world of green.

The colour suited her a lot better than the endless crimson of the Gryffindor common room, where she faded into the background. The four poster bed had serpent green curtains that could be closed for privacy, and thick, warm covers to match. Ginny pulled the silver trimmed pillow to her chest, inhaling Draco's masculine scent.

Suddenly she started and with a glance at the clock, realised she had fifteen minutes to get down to the change room for the Quidditch match. There was no way she could be seen exiting the Slytherin dormitories. After fretting for five minutes, the idea came to her, inspired ironically by Harry's fight against the dragon in his fourth year.

"Accio Quidditch… stuff," Ginny said, waving her wand.

After a few minutes Fred's old Quidditch robes and Charlie's old broom came soaring through the window. Ginny hurriedly got dressed in the scarlet and gold outfit and grabbed her broom, already running out the door.

Thank goodness everyone is waiting to watch Quidditch, she thought in relief as she sprinted through the empty corridors. She skidded to a halt, panting, when she reached the Quidditch pitch.

"Glad you decided to join us, Miss Weasley," said Madam Hooch, looking down her pointed nose. Ginny spluttered an apology and rose into the air with the rest of her team. While Madam Hooch was yelling out something about foul play not being acceptable, Ginny sent a searching glance amongst the other players. Draco caught her eyes and grinned mischievously at her. Ginny felt herself blush, but she smiled hesitantly at him before quickly looking away. Upon Madam Hooch's whistle, the game began, and Ginny forced herself to concentrate on Quidditch and not Draco Malfoy.

***

The Gryffindor stand was still cheering as the team celebrated in the change rooms.

Scarlet and gold streamers spouted from the two fifth year beater's wands and flew around the Gryffindor change rooms. Harry, a wide grin on his charming face, congratulated his team with a lengthy Oliver-Wood-style speech. Eventually the team drifted out one by one to continue the celebrations in the common room. Ginny was the last one to leave.

After changing into a pair of form-fitting Muggle jeans and a black jumper, Ginny tidied the room a bit before gathering her belongings together. She turned to leave and jumped in alarm. Harry was standing right behind her, his happy grin gone and an ugly glare on his handsome face. Ginny straightened, determined not to let him get to her.

"I saw you kissing Malfoy," Harry said, his voice deadly calm.

"So what?" Ginny said dismissively.

"You little slut!" Harry yelled, whipping out his wand. "How dare you? And with Malfoy!"

"How dare me? How dare you?" Ginny said icily. "Did I betray you, Harry? Did I cheat on you? No. As far as I know we were never a couple. You dated plenty of other girls while we were having sex, so I guess that's all it was… sex. We're over, Harry. Besides, Draco's much better than you are."

Ginny knew she was treading on dangerous ground, trying to make Harry mad. It worked. Harry turned bright red. He tried to yell at her but couldn't get the words out. He dropped his wand and took a step towards her, a murderous look in his eyes. Ginny stepped back, suddenly afraid.

Harry regained his composure and picked up his wand.

"No one is ever going to want you, Ginny," he sneered. "If you are fucking Malfoy then good for you. He's just using you, like I did. You're nothing but a whore."

Ginny looked at Harry and shook her head in disbelief. She knew she shouldn't listen to Harry but he had planted a seed of doubt in her mind. No, she couldn't believe. Draco wasn't using her…wasn't he? There was no reason why he would want her for anything other than sex. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Something happening here," asked a deep, menacing voice.

Ginny whirled around.

"Draco…" she whispered brokenly.

His facial expression softened and he took her hand. She tugged it away. His silver eyes hardened and he looked at Harry.

"Potter," he growled. "What are you doing?"

Harry smirked and slung his arm over Ginny's shoulders.

"Last I checked, this was our change room, Malfoy. Ginny and I were just… talking."

"No, Harry," Ginny protested, jerking away form him.

"Leave her alone," Draco jumped to Ginny's defence.

"How does it feel having my left overs, Malfoy? Did she come as many times for you as she did for me?"

Draco roared and went to hit Harry but Ginny got there first. She punched Harry in the jaw, cutting his bottom lip. Harry brought his hand to his mouth and it came away covered in blood. He slapped Ginny across the face. Hard. Draco lunged for him but Harry flicked his wand.

"Expelliarmus," he yelled.

Draco flew against the wall and slumped to the ground, unconscious. Ginny crawled over to where he lay and shook him. Harry laughed. She whirled her head around and looked at Harry, her eyes burning with disdain.

"I hate you," she whispered, her voice shaking with fury.

Harry turned his back on her and walked out laughing. Ginny turned back to Draco, tears in her eyes.

"Draco," she whispered, taking his hand. "Draco wake up."

Draco moaned and his eyes fluttered open, silver locking onto brown.

"Ginny…" he said, sitting up.

He held his head, obviously hurting, but he didn't let go of her hand.

"Draco, I'm sorry. Harry's a dick, he knocked you unconscious and…"

Draco smiled at her and wiped away the tear that had escaped and was rolling down her cheek. He stroked her cheek then, cupping her chin, brought her lips to his in a heated kiss. When they broke apart, Ginny leaned her forehead against his and closed her eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

When Draco didn't respond, she opened her eyes. He looked shocked. He remained silent, looking at her with utter disbelief etched into his features. Ginny was heartbroken. Harry was right. Draco didn't love her, he was just using her. She tore her hand from his and ran from the room.

***

Draco leant against the wall, his head throbbing. Dropping it into his hands, he cradled his head, trying to relieve the pain and to purge the chaotic thoughts that ran unchecked through his mind.

What was happening? Draco thought.

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