You, and Malfoy?

"Hey, Ginny!"

Ginny stopped and swore, for a few seconds she had believed it was Draco, but of course, her annoying brother had to destroy that illusion. She slowly turned around to face a red expression; Ron, and his two best friends.

"What is it?" she asked and crossed her arms, "I'm in a hurry, Ron."

"You have explain some things to us, Ginny." Hermione said and looked at Ron.

"What are you up to?" Ron said fuming, "with Malfoy?"

Ginny puckered a brow. "Malfoy?" she said, giving them an 'are you joking'-expression.

"Yes, Gin," Harry said bitterly, "the slytherin-git who made your 1st year a mess."

"Actually, I think that was his father." Ginny answered thoughtfully.

"See!" Ron exclaimed, "Now you're defending him again!"

"Eer, what?" Ginny said and sighed, this was just too much.

"First you defended him in the library, telling me I had no right to offend him." Her brother said
irritated, "Then you and him had soo much fun today at lunch, and now you're defending him again!"

"You are so paranoid!" Ginny exclaimed and poked Ron in his chest, "tell me one reason why I should be
socializing with him?"

"He's really manipulative," Harry said. "You're brainwashed Ginny."

Ginny looked at the trio astonished and shook her head. "I think that chasing Voldemort has gone to your heads, guys." She mocked, "I'm not hanging out with Draco Malfoy. If you excuse me, I'm in a hurry."

She turned around and made her way down the corridor. One she was around the corner she slowed down and stopped in the shadows. She sighed and leaned against the wall with one hand; she needed to catch her breath for a few seconds.

"Hey, freckles." a voice suddenly said making her twirl around and face grey eyes. "Having a rough day?"

"Merlin's beard, Malfoy," she said and let out her breath, "Stop sneaking around like that."

"Oh, I don't know," he answered and leaned back against the wall, "I find it kind of amusing."

She punched him in the shoulder and made a move to leave, but she was stopped when his hand grasped her arm. He pulled her close and with a possesive breath he looked at her.

"Why?" he whispered in her ear, "do you think I'm spying on you? Trying to find ways to manipulate you, wrap you around my finger?"

"You would never be able to, Draco," Ginny answered harshly and frowned at him, "I'm way too good."

He smirked and released her, "You had your laugh today?"

"You heard my brother, he thinks the two of us are behind it."

"Well isn't he right?"

She laughed, "Yeah, but I still think you cheated a bit. You made others do it for you."

"I am a Malfoy, freckles." He said and looked at her, amused, "And anyways, what can we do about it now?"

"Let's just say you owe me."

"Owe you what?"

"A favour," Ginny said and looked at Draco, a strand of hair had fallen into his eyes, and she couldn't stop herself from putting it back in it's place. "It doesn't suit your hair to be messy. We have a deal?"

"Sure," Draco answered. He'd been surprised by her action, but he didn't flinch, because her hand in his hair, it didn't feel very odd. "And we're back on with the dares?"

She smiled, "You bet. It's been boring you know, without them."

"You tell me, the most exciting thing this month was when Zabini made Crabbe and Goyle wash all their clothes."

"What are you going to dare me to do now, then?" Ginny asked, smiling, and looked at Draco.

"I'm thinking of maybe letting you kiss Parkinson." He answered negligently and watched how her eyes grew wide. "Take it easy Freckles, no kissing. There's been too much of that lately."

Ginny nodded and let out a breath. They lapsed into silence. As Ginny seemed to be scrutinizing her left shoe, Draco was able to take a close look at the girl. Her cheeks were naturally red, which not only gave her skin a fresh look, but it also toned down the freckles so they didn't shine as much as in the faces of her brothers. The vivid coulour of her hair caught the red in her robes so that everything matched perfectly, and all of the sudden her worn out robes didn't seem so second-hand anymore. Did she actually give grace to what, on its own, was ugly?

"What time is it?" she said all of the sudden and looked up.

"Uh, 5.30?" he answered surprised.

"Bullocks!" she exclaimed and headed off, but stopped and came back, "Sorry Draco but I really must leave, I have an... appointment! I'm in a hurry!"

She stormed off and left a smirking Draco. He put his hands in his pockets and shook his head, "Ten galleons that she's meeting Potter." He sighed. He stepped out from the shadows and made his way to the slytherin commonroom.

Okey.

The edited one!

I'm sorry for taking so long, I've been terribly busy lately, but I hope it'll be better now.

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