A/N: -sigh- I'm really sorry about the huge delay and sorry again for short chapter, but my writing is coming in spurts at the moment and I would rather only have a little bit of good writing than a load of crap so here you go, a few little cookies of inspiration.
Chapter Nine: Suspicious notions
While Draco traveled through the halls toward Gryffindor tower he was immensely surprised that no one was giving him strange looks. Perhaps the Blood traitor had some class. He rapped gently on the portrait of a fat lady in a bright pink dress he had just seen some Gryffindors emerge from. After receiving a very disdainful glance from the painted figure the portrait swung open.
The boy who lived stood staring at Draco with surprise for a moment before the stony expression took over.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Draco sneered at Harry as usual and replied with the same amount of hatred in his voice,
"I need to speak with the weasel's sister."
This naturally garnered a little shock from the raven haired boy, however he quickly regained himself and without even turning around said,
"She's not up yet."
"Oh really, then I believe that's some other red haired brown eyed blood traitor talking to the weasel?"
Harry's head whipped back to look into the common room and sure enough there was Ginny calming Ron down, finally.
Harry attempted but to slam the portrait in Draco's face but Ginny had seen him. Her eyes widened in horror and went to rectify her other mistake.
"Harry I'll handle this." she muttered quietly before stepping out into the corridor. Draco was all business and plunged immediately into the speech he had prepared in his mind on the way.
"I know it was you know saved my life so don't try to deny it. I need a way of repaying you." At this statement Ginny simply stared for a moment, he did not meet her gaze.
"Look ferret, I don't want anything you've got so just bugger off." she said and turned to leave but Draco grabbed her arm.
"That's not good enough." He said, fire burning in his grey eyes. Ginny was taken aback by his sudden intensity but quickly regained her composure.
"You think I fucking care about that Malfoy? You can repay me by leaving me the hell alone!" With that she wrenched her arm out of his grip and stalked back through the portrait hole slamming it after her.
Malfoy frowned, this would not do, it would not do at all.
Harry had known something was up from the moment Malfoy had shown up at Gryffindor tower. Ginny hadn't been the same afterwards. He would often catch her wringing her hands and muttering incoherently. There was no question he was concerned but every time he tried to confront her about it she would start yelling at him about invading her privacy and frankly, angry Ginny was a little terrifying, even for the boy who had defeated Voldemort.
Malfoy however was acting even stranger. He was actually standing up for her and discouraging people from taunting her. Something was up, and Harry was going to get to the bottom of it.
A/N –Grovels- Again, I'm so sorry, -headdesk- writing isn't coming as easy as it used to. Please, please, please, please, don't abandon this fic, I'm not and I really hope you wont, I promise I will finish this if it kills me.
Will love you eternally if you review, and for the people who don't want my love you can take some candy –offers large bowl of candy-.