Chapter 3

When Ginny woke up, Malfoy was gone.

Sitting up, she wondered if it had all been a bad dream. Then she pulled out her diary and re-read her entry.

Potter was going to die.

She had no idea how to get back at him but telling her brothers was not an option. For three reasons.

they'd murder him and she wanted that satisfaction for herself.

they might not torture him long enough.

they would act like she was porcelain and never let her date again.

They all seemed like very valid reasons to Ginny so she quickly noted them down in her diary and headed out to the great hall to get some breakfast.

When she got there, she realized that she had some more problems to deal with. She usually sat next to Harry but today she definitely couldn't sit next to him for more than two seconds without at the very least trying to throttle him (she had a feeling that it wouldn't go down very well with the Dumbledore and co.). The only other empty seat was next to Malfoy.

Oh well, she reasoned with herself, if she tried to kill him it might be seen as a public service rather than a crime.
she noticed that she was getting quite a few stares when she chose to sit next to Malfoy and Harry was wearing his martyr look. God, she wanted to throw her plate at him.

"morning , malfoy" she said.

"hullo, weasley" he replied.

"thanks for last night"

"don't mention it"

"no, seriously"

"I am being serious, Don't mention it to anyone, please"

Ginny laughed and said "I'm onto you Malfoy, you're a secret softy"

"I am not!"

"are too"

"am not"

"am not"

"you're right, im not" said Malfoy, smirking.

"hey! That always works with Ron" said Ginny, pouting.

"that explains why it doesn't work with higher life forms"

"yeah, probably"

She sat with Malfoy at lunch and at dinner. Surprisingly, they got along fine discussing general topics and trading friendly insults.

When she rose to go to her chambers after dinner she noticed that Harry was trying to catch her eye and he got up when she did. Having no desire to be ambushed by wonder boy, she grabbed Draco and dragged him along too.

"hey! I wasn't done:

"shhh… we can sneak down to the kitchen later"

"we're teachers…we don't have to sneak"

"I know, but its more fun that way"

"true, why are you dragging me upto your chambers, weasley? I know im attractive but…"

"you wish, Malfoy, its just that I don't want a confrontation with the paedophile"

"paedophile?"

"oops, I shouldn't have said that"

"HE'S DATING A STUDENT?"

"shhhhhhhh…."

"that's disgusting"

"I know!"

Ginny's point of view

thankfully, before Malfoy could ask any more questions, we reached my door. And leaning against it, like he hadn't a care in the world, was the saintly Harry Potter.

"Malfoy, can you give Ginny and me some privacy for a bit, please"

Jesus, he had some nerve.

"Potter, get out of my way" I said, angrily.

"Ginny, please listen to me…"

"Oh please, there is nothing to say. You cheated on me with a student Harry, talk about sick"

"you don't mean that, Gin, you're just angry"

"well done, Potter, glad to see that you aren't going slow on us" Malfoy drawled.

"stay out of this, Malfoy, this has nothing to do with you"

"well, Potter, since Weasley and I were going to spend some quality time together and your little outburst is getting in the way of that, yes, it is my business"

Harry was looking quite sick by then, "Ginny, what are you doing?"

"I cant see how that is any of your business, Harry" I said quietly.

"Gin, I still care about you"

"Then please just leave me alone"

"He's not a nice person, Ginny"

"That shouldn't be too much of a problem, I fell in love with you, Draco should be a breeze".

I pushed him out of the way and grabbed Draco and pulled him in after me, slamming the door.

I sat on a chair near the window, blinking back tears. Draco looked around my chambers and sat on the bed. After a little awkward silence, I went into the bathroom to clean up, I had a horrible feeling that my nose was red and my face was all splotchy.

Ew, worse than I thought. This calls for emergency make up.

I quietly came out of the bathroom and found myself witnessing a break through in Malfoy history. Draco Malfoy was bouncing on my bed. Yes, I mean bouncing, as in chuckling to himself and bouncing on bed. Yes, like what five year olds do on the bouncing castle thingie. This was hilarious. I grabbed my camera from my bedside and quickly took a picture. Malfoy saw the flash and yelled and made a grab for the camera and when I held it out of reach, settled for grabbing me and pummeling me with a pillow.

Oh…so he wanted war, did he?

Not for nothing was I the sibling of Gred and Forge. I had some hidden tricks up my sleeve…one of them was being a champion pillow fighter.

He didn't stand a chance.

We fought until we were tired out and lay spread eagled on my bed, laughing. Then, surprisingly, Malfoy put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. He didn't try to kiss me or anything, for which I am eternally grateful to him, but just held me. I smiled and wriggled closer, I know its wrong but hell, everything was going wrong so for all I knew, this was right.

As I fell asleep I realized something, this was the second time that I was falling asleep in Malfoy's arms and I LIKED it.

Uh oh.