Draco was frustrated. Suddenly, it all seemed so crazy. So…stupid.

He shook his head. For one thing, why had he kissed Ginny in the middle of the corridor, where everybody could see it? He was standing in the corridor outside the dungeons. He was heading for the Slytherin common room, but had stopped to think.

He hit the stonewall behind him in anger. With his fist aching, he could concentrate better on the matter.

"This is ridiculous!" he muttered. "It can't go on for ever!"

Then he smiled. It seemed incredible that he had found someone he really liked, and someone who actually liked him back for real. When he remembered the tense in their kiss, he almost blushed – a very rare thing for the Slytherin – student. But it was all because of her. His grey eyes became softer when he thought about her.

"For a sixth-year student, she's very attractive," he thought. "Bad luck that her brother can't stand the sight of me – or I him."

He heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Crabbe and Goyle coming towards him. He moaned, he didn't want to talk to them now. They were so slow. Sometimes he wondered if they had anything in their brains except cobweb. Probably not.

"Malfoy," Crabbe and Goyle grunted and leaned to the wall next to him.

"Crabbe, Goyle," Draco said coolly. "I assume that dinner was good?" he continued after a quick look at his wristwatch. "I was finished about half an hour ago."

"Skip the talking, Draco," Crabbe said. "We want to talk to you."

"Yeah, that's right," said Goyle and came closer.

"About what?" Draco said. His mouth was dry out of fear, but his grey eyes showed nothing.

"About you and that Weasley-girl," Crabbe said and grinned nastily. "You do realise that we might have to report this to Professor Snape?" Draco frowned slightly.

"How's that?" he said. His eyes shone with a strange lustre. "What Weasley-girl?"

"That Weasley's sister." If Draco's complexion hadn't been so pale, you would have thought that he was going to faint. He was pale as a sheet. His cold grey eyes nailed Crabbe and Goyle to the wall.

"What about her?" he hissed.

"She's been around you a lot lately," Crabbe said. "We don't like that."

"You can't do anything about me and Ginny Weasley," Draco said.

"Yeah, you know what," Goyle said and leaned against him. "Watch us."

Draco's face turned pearly white, and he almost looked like one of the Hogwarts' ghosts.

"You can't!" he spat out with a hard voice. Both Crabbe and Goyle smirked at him. Draco turned around and started walking fast through the corridor up to the Entrance Hall. He heard his former friends laugh at him.

When he came up to the Entrance Hall, he cursed and swore, he almost hit a first-year in the face before he remembered that he was a prefect. He couldn't behave like this.

He started walking up the stairs and headed for the library on the forth floor. Then he sat in the library for half an hour, and then Madam Prince threw him out. He then walked around in the castle thinking about his situation. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him.

"Malfoy!" He turned around to see who it was. It was Harry Potter.

Harry walked up to him, his green eyes flaming.

"How dare you!" he shouted, causing that several portraits started to look at them. Draco sighed.

"Not you too," he said tiredly. "I've already been run over by Weasley today. Isn't that enough?"

"What are you doing with Ginny, Malfoy?" Harry said angrily and swooped his untidy hair away from his face.

"Nothing illegal, father," Draco said sarcastically.

"Shut up!" Harry yelled. "You're dating her, you son of a bastard!"

"So?" Draco said. "She's dating me too, if you haven't noticed. And why are you suddenly so keen of checking her every move?"

Harry suddenly blushed.

"That's none of your business," he said. "But what are you doing outside our common room?" he continued. "You are not allowed in there."

"I'm not going in there, if that's what you're thinking," Draco said and frowned. "I'm looking for Ginny. I have something to tell her."

"What?" Harry demanded to know. "I can tell her."

Draco stared at him. "You? You'd do me a favour?"

"It depends on what it is."

"Tell her, Harry. She needs to know."

"What is it, then?"

"Tell her that we can't see each other anymore. Crabbe and Goyle know about it, and they're going to see Professor Snape. If Ginny sees me in the corridor and I'm acting differently, I would like her to know why."

"Crabbe and Goyle would really do it, wouldn't they?" Harry said quietly. He was almost frightened of the seriousness in Draco's voice.

"They aren't exactly the best of friends. I can't recall that Slytherin is a very friendly house to be in at all, actually. No one's friends there. Not like you at least. Sometimes I'm actually jealous of you, Weasley and Granger. At least you're good friends."

He stopped.

"Will you tell her?"

Harry nodded.

"Yeah, sure. But not because you're asking me to, Malfoy, but because I care for Ginny."

"That's fine with me," Draco said. "I'm happy if she finds out."

They looked at each other. Suddenly, Draco looked at his wristwatch.

"It's nine o'clock," he said.

"It's time for you to go down to your common room," Harry said.

Draco nodded.

"I'm not looking forward to it," he said in a dull voice. Then he turned and walked away.