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-----------------------Chapter 5: The Squeeze

Draco muttered to himself as he strut down the corridor. Of all the all the tasks he could have gotten, they gave him the one involving the one person that could make him look like a fool. He plopped himself down next to Blaise at the Slytherin table.

"Tough day?" asked Blaise.

"You could say that," said Draco throwing a glare towards a certain redhead at the Gryffindor table. Blaise noticed this with curiosity.

"I am guessing you got in a mud slinging contest with a Gryffindor."

"You could say that."

"And they got the best of you didn't they."

"No one said that," growled Draco.

"It was the Weasel, wasn't it."

Draco snorted. "That imbecile? He probably couldn't even come up with a decent retort."

"I was talking about the female one. We really need to come up with another name for her, it gets confusing."

"You are right, twice over. Luckily no one was around."

"That would have ruined your reputation wouldn't of it?"

"Shut up."

"Shutting, but you have to admit that she is an captivating one."

"I don't have to admit anything."

What he needed was a plan. Draco needed to get to know that Weasley girl. Unfortunately, that was proving hard with their utter loathing of each other. Draco was interrupted from his deep though by shrill voice.

"DRACO!"

Draco moaned. Pansy Parkinson had spotted him. That girl was the most annoying girl in Slytherin. Draco was unfortunate enough to be the object of her affections. The idea was appalling to him, but she did not notice.

"You look ill, are you alright?"

"I am fine Pansy."

"Are you sure, I can make you feel better," said Pansy sliding closer to him. Draco jumped up.

"I am fine. I just need to go to the library," he said walking out of the Great Hall, leaving a discouraged Pansy behind.

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The next few weeks were extremely hectic for Ginny. She had a gigantic load of homework and Quidditch practices. She found out that Harry was even more of an energetic captain than Angelina Johnson or Oliver Wood (minus the lectures). He ran their training tight and tough, even in the worst of weather.

Today it was definitely the worst of weather. Within minutes of being out on the pitch, she was drenched. The wind and rain were so severe that they could hardly see or fly a broom straight. It was practically impossible to throw the Quaffle to the other Chasers. They had been out for almost an hour when Harry finally admitted defeat.

Ginny, being as worn out as she was, walked straight up to the school. She knew Filch would try to have her dangling from her toes in the dungeons if he saw her marching through the halls as wet and muddy as she was, but she didn't care as of the moment. All she wanted was warmth and sleep.

Rounding a corner, she almost crashed into someone.

"Watch it Weasely! I don't want to be contaminated!" sneered a voice that belonged to no other than Draco Malfoy.

"You actually still believe in cooties Malfoy?"

"No, but you never know what diseases and bugs Weasleys have, which they pick up from their hovel."

Ginny just smiled. She could tell it unnerved him. After all, he was failing a provoking her, and she could tell that it annoyed him. It was not that Ginny was not offended by what he said, but she knew better than to let out her anger. Instead, she bent that anger into better uses.

"Someone needs a hug," she said with a smile. Now she could really tell that he was unnerved, which was not normal for a Malfoy.

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The Weasley girl was making him feel uneasy. Snap out of it! No one makes a Malfoy uneasy! Even though he thought that, it did not change the fact that his heart was racing and he was frozen in place as Ginny moved closer to him.

She hugged him and hugged him tightly. Draco was in complete and utter shock. As she pulled away, there was a small smile on her lips. Draco could not help but noticing her lips. Then she sauntered down the corridor, disappearing.

Draco was in shock. Then he felt wetness coming through his robes. He looked down at his robes. They were almost soaking wet and extremely muddy.

"DAMN YOU WEASLEY!"

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A/N: There is Chapter 5. The next chapter will be a bit longer. Thank you to my 3rd and 4th ever reviewers, AngeliqueCollins and QHLuver.

---Perplexity