AN: Sorry for the wait. Been busy with prom coming up and stuff, and trying to get my grades up and stuff... Plus I had writer's block. But that's broken now.

Draco walked out of a book shop, his hands shoved deeply into his pockets of his jacket as he began his walk up the street. Why Blaise chose London to take Ginny to made sense, but also didn't. It made sense because most other students were in Hogsmeade this weekend, so he saved himself from not being seen with a Gryffindor. Not that Blaise cared... but Draco warned him that he'd most likely be outcasted from the other Slytherins.

Blaise often separated himself, but by his own choice. If he was completely ignored, he'd probably lose it. He tried to kill himself last summer, hadn't he? Over what Draco was unsure of. But now he was sure of something: Blaise was emotional and mental unstable, and could not be trusted alone with a girl. Especially if that girl did not have an interest in him, while he was undoubtly obsessed with her. So here Draco was, a faint guardian over the girl... Even if she was a Weasley.

The reason that bringing her here didn't makes sense was... Because this was a muggle street, with muggle shops. Everyone and everything was muggle. And Blaise, did not favor muggles one bit. Draco could put up with them, they weren't pretending to be witch or wizard after all. But Blaise, well if you were a muggle it'd be dangerous to meet him in an empty alley way. Blaise didn't show any signs of hatred though. His head was thrown back and even though he was halfway up the street, Draco could hear him laugh.

Swiping his tongue over his lips in confusion he looked to Ginny. She was not laughing, nor was she kicking and screaming to get away from him. She was just walking. So easily walking. Why was she walking with him when she should be walking with Draco?

He stopped on the street, why did he want to be with her? Someone bumped into him, making him lose his footing, taking him from his thoughts. Draco looked up and a scowl immeaditly crossed his face.

"Potter." He spat in disgust, "What are you doing here?"

"It's a city, Malfoy, open to anyone. The question is what are you doing here?" He asked, staring Draco dead in the eye, a scold also on his face. "This is a muggle street you know, I thought you were higher."

"The business is none of yours, Potty. Why don't you just run along to your mother now?" For a moment, the scold on Harry's face stopped, his mouth slightly open and Draco smirked, "Right. I forgot. You don't have one, do you? Sorry."

Harry bared his teeth and pulled his fist back and Draco put a foot behind himself, readying to dodge it, then go in low, punching him in the stomach. Harry would double over and Draco could kick him to the ground, then kick him a few more times. Such a great plan. It was such a great plan that Draco didn't even realize that Harry wasn't hitting him. He instead was staring up the street, a confused glare in his eye. Draco followed his gaze and after the small crowd of girls passed, saw what Harry was so intently staring at.

Draco's breath caught in his throat. Blaise and Ginny were kissing. On the lips. It was a closed-mouth kiss, but obvious that Blaise was trying to get it to be more, but Ginny kept turning her head away. His arms were wrapped around her waist, but her arms weren't around him, they hung loosely at her sides.

For the brief moment, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were standing side-by-side, not throwing insults at each other. They wore the same expression, and shared the same feelings of shock.

Ginny turned her head away from Blaise once more, but in their direction. Her chocolate eyes widened in surprize as she saw the two of them, mouths hung open. She looked at Draco for a moment, their eyes meeting. Draco stared back into her eyes and shook his head slightly as if in a 'stop it' way. She then glanced to Harry and put on a weak smile, giving a single shrug. Blaise also looked to see what she was looking at.

The four students, the two Slytherins and Gryffindors, stared at eachother in shock... Well maybe all except for Blaise who had a half-smirk, half-smile on his lips.

It seemed like it happened at once. Harry and Draco bolted for them, weaving in and out of the shoppers as Blaise began to run, nearly dragging Ginny behind him.

Draco could not hear the 'hey!'s or the 'Watch it, kid!'s that were being shouted at him. He could not see Harry on the opposite side of the street, running at the same speed he was, racing to get to Blaise and his ex-girlfriend.

All Draco could see was Ginny and Blaise, and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears. He had to get to Ginny.

He needed to. He wanted to.