"How dare you try to take advantage of me!" yelled Ginny Weasley at the top of her lungs after slashing Draco Malfoy across the face as hard as she could. She ran down the steps of the Quidditch stands, her hair now soaked with the rain which was pouring down now.
She ran as fast as she could into the school and slammed the doors going into the Entrance Hall behind her. Her breathing didn't start to settle down and her heart was still pounding. Just thinking about the fat that she had just passionately snogged Draco Malfoy made her sick to her stomach.
...Or did it?
Sure, she had certainly found him attractive, but to think of snogging him! Never in her wildest dreams-or nightmares, for that matter-would she have thought of actually making contact with him, much less their lips pressed together.
Just then she heard a click behind her and the large oak doors opened and in came a soaking wet, slick-haired certain blonde.
"Piss off, Malfoy!" she said, pulling her wand out and keeping her position, her eyes narrowing as she shivered. A gust of cold air had come in through the door with him and it seemed to surround her.
"You wouldn't dare, Weasley." he said, smirking his sly little smirk as he moved closer and walked behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Chills went up and down Ginny's spine as she felt a rush of hatred yet pleasure.
"I mean it," she said quietly, standing ever so still as not to set him off.
"If anything means anything to you, then-"
Just then, the doors opened again, and in came an extremely angry looking Ron Weasley.
"YOU GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER, MALFOY! I MEAN IT!" he yelled, pulling out his wand and causing quite a scene for those passing through the hall.
"I'd like to see you even try to stop me from putting my hands on anyone, Weasley." Malfoy sneered, taking his hands off Ginny's shoulders. "Besides, like I would ever want to snog your sister. For your information, she came onto me."
Ginny froze and her eyes widened, feeling as though she was going to be sick. Had she come onto him? Certainly not, he was the one who had approached her. He was the one who drapped his robes around her when she was cold.
"I-Is this true, Ginny!" Ron yelled at the top of his lungs.
Suddenly, the doors burst open and a very distraught and confused looking Harry Potter emerged from them. "Chill, mate," he said to Ron, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I could hear you screaming your bloody lungs out all the way from the Quidditch Pitch."
Draco sneered as Harry walked in, thinking he was all that. The big hero, saving Weasley from doing damage to him. Ha! Like he could ever even dream of getting within a foot of him much less cursing him. He flicked his wand and a small blue light came from the tip of it.
"I don't have time for blood traitors and heros," he said slyly and walked away and down into the dungeons.
"Ron you're such a git!" Ginny said loudly, then she ran up the large grand staircase and into an abandoned corridor. She thrust her hands into the pockets of her pants as she felt a single hot tear streaming down her face
'What's this?' she wondered as she felt something in her pocket. She pulled it out and unwraveled it.
"Library. 11:30. Sharp." and after that, it was emblazed with the Malfoy family crest.
What did he want with her? Surely he was just luring her into some evil plan, but what if it was something bad? Something really, truly horrible and he wanted to kill her or something of the sort.
Nevermind, that, though.
She had survived being taken to the Chamber of Secrets back in her second year and now she was three times as knowledgable as she was then. 'Only because of Harry,' said her conscience. She didn't need Harry, though. She never would again. She was her own person and would do whatever she pleased without his help or consent.