Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor any of the characters in this story- I pretty much don't own anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series. They are the property of the amazing J. K. Rowling.

Author's Note: I'm back and sorry I took so long – my exams just finished two weeks ago. My next update should be a lot quicker. I wrote this in a rush so I'm hoping that there aren't too many typos. I decided to combine Days 3 and 4 just for this chapter, though the following chapters will go back to normal with one day per chapter. Also thanks so much for the overwhelming review response. I love you guys!

Last Chapter:

Is that what everyone thought of me? As some pathetic excuse for a human being? As some hanger-on, desperate to fit in? Needless to say, for the rest of the day, Malfoy and I avoided each other. And later that night when it was time to go to bed, we lay silently at opposite ends both clearly awake. Neither of us able to get to sleep. For a long time.

Chapter 4:

Days 3 and 4 – Remembering

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When I finally woke up, I certainly wasn't in the best of moods from lack of sleep. I was surprised to find that Malfoy had already awoken and was no longer in the room. But after yesterday, I can't really say that I was very much upset about that.

I lay back in bed, trying to will myself to get up and face the massive fight with Malfoy that was inevitably going to occur.

I lazily got dressed and stumbled over into the kitchen where Malfoy was currently sitting down and digging into a treacle tart. He had yet to notice my presence so I took the opportunity to study him. I tried to figure out what made him exactly so irritating and why he knew precisely what to say to get under my skin. He looked up just as he was about to take another bite and wrinkled his forehead.

I ignored the weird look he was giving me and decided to make some toast for breakfast. Malfoy continued eating. I sat down at the other end of the table as far away from him as possible and began munching on my toast.

That's interesting. I remember thinking. We haven't bitten each other's heads off… yet.

When I had finished eating, I went over to the sink and saw that Malfoy had done the same thing.

"Excuse me," he said tonelessly and I moved out of the way. He put his plate down making sure that not a single bit of him touched me.

It was almost like we had become strangers.

And for once in my life, I almost wished that we could go back to fighting again. But then I guess some things had been said last night that could not simply be forgotten.

The whole third day, we barely spoke to each other. And when we did, it was with an almost unbearable detachment. I spent most of the day moping about. How much longer would we be stuck here? I didn't think that I'd be able to survive much longer with Malfoy.

I thought back to the very first day we met. Before we knew to hate each other. When I was only seven years old and he was eight…

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I was in Diagon Alley with my family because we were buying schoolbooks for my eldest two brothers, Charlie and Bill. I was told that I was allowed to play in the local park while they got their books and I was excited to be able to play around with other children my age. I was just about to go down a rather large slide when I saw a boy with pale blond hair looking back up at me from the ground in front. "Are you sure you should be sliding down this? You're kind of small." He stated loudly.

"Of course I can!" I huffed. "Now move out of the way."

The boy shrugged and did as I told him to. I pushed myself down and slid all the way, laughing the whole way. The boy just gazed at me with what had to be astonishment in his eyes.

"See, it's not that hard." I spoke in between giggles.

"I wouldn't know." He told me calmly.

"You mean you've never been on one of these before?" My mouth had dropped open, I had thought that every child would have – it was just a part of being young.

"My father doesn't like such things. He says that they have a muggle influence." He fidgeted with his hands nervously.

"What's wrong with muggles? I think they're great." I said enthusiastically.

"You do?"

"Sure. They're just like us after all, only they have all those nutty inventions, and they don't have magic." I explained, repeating what my own father had often told me. At the thought of my father I then remembered my manners. "I'm Ginny. Who're you?"

"Draco."

"Well do you want to play?" I asked him hopefully.

"I don't know-" he began, looking slightly reluctant.

"Please? It'll be fun, I promise." Then without thinking I took his hand and made my way back up to the swing.

Draco looked like he wanted to back down when he saw how high up it was.

"I don't think so." He started to turn back round but I stopped him.

"Come on, I'll go down with you. This slide's wide enough to fit us both."

And holding his hand, we both slid down, Draco screaming all the way.

When we finally reached the end I saw that he had his eyes both tightly shut. "You can open them now." I said.

He hesitantly did so. "Hey, that was fun." He sounded surprised. "Lets do that again."

"See, I told you so." I poked my tongue out at him and we racde each other to the top of the slide, only to slide down it once again.

We spent most of the afternoon together. I was ecstatic to find that I had finally found my first friend – the only other people I'd ever had to play with before were my brothers, and family doesn't count. I explained to him that I was waiting for my family to finish school shopping and he told me that his father had gone to Knockturn Alley. At the mention of such an infamous place I had immediately said, "Cool! I've always wanted to see it but my parents won't let me."

"I've been a few times. It's not that great." He cast his eyes downward and even my seven year old self could tell that he didn't want to talk about it. When his father came to collect him, I suddenly saw why Draco at times had seemed so anxious and so much older than he really was.

"Draco, come along." He boomed sternly, he had long blond hair and cold grey eyes that soon noticed me. "And what do we have we here? Red hair, millions of freckles and hand-me down robes. Not another Weasley."

I stood up straight. "Hey, what's wrong with being a Weasley? We were having fun." I spoke with such childlike innocence that I wonder how I could have been so naïve.

"What's wrong? How about I inform you -we're Malfoys. Not cheap muggle-lovers like you." And then he turned to his son. "And you had best remember that."

I felt tears start to well up in my eyes but then I heard a voice call out, "Gin, what's going on?" I turned around and saw my family approaching.

"Merlin, not more of them." Lucius spat. Draco just stood silently behind him and I was angry with him because of that.

My father was the first to reach us. "Good day Lucius." He spoke haltingly but then saw my sad face. "Just what is going on here?"

"You're daughter was conversing with my son." When he spoke the word 'daughter' he glanced at me with disgust.

"Well I think the issue is what your son was doing with my baby sister!" That was Charlie; he was always a hot-tempered one.

A resulting argument broke out but eventually Arthur knew to stop before it got any worse and dragged us all away.

"He's not worth it." He muttered.

In the background I could hear Lucius Malfoy calling after us, "She'll never be good enough for my son!"

I looked over my shoulder back at them, and saw Draco standing desolately next to his father.

"Bye, Draco." I whispered, and slightly waved at him.

I then turned back around, not seeing him wave back.

-

I was hurt that I had lost my friend. I'd heard father mention the name Malfoy before but I had never connected it with Draco. Though with his white-blond hair, grey eyes, and views on muggles I should have guessed. But we were just children, and even after that incident I couldn't hate Malfoy. But then we met again, almost a whole year later. If I remember correctly I was standing by myself in front of a broomstick shop, inspecting with awe the latest models.

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"Weasley, I don't think you should be looking here – you won't be able to afford it." I heard someone speak snidely from beside me and found Draco Malfoy sneering back at me.

I ignored what he said, too stunned to see him. "Draco! How are you?" I was so happy to see him, he'd been my friend if only for one afternoon. I went to give him an innocent hug but he pushed me away from him.

"Don't touch me!"

I gaped. "Draco, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't call me by my first name! You're the problem." He jeered.

"But what about that time at the park?" I asked, hoping that he'd remember.

"That was a mistake. If I'd known the filth you were I'd have stayed as far away from you as possible." He then stormed off, leaving me standing there. Alone.

I won't cry. I told myself over and over again; even though I'd just lost what I had thought had been my friend.

-

And it was from that moment on that I started to hate Draco Malfoy.

My thoughts were interrupted by the devil himself stomping past me, clearly in a foul temper. I hadn't even said anything to upset him today but clearly my presence still managed to be enough to irritate me. It was as if simply glancing at me was enough to bring out the worst in him. Occasionally I'd feel someone staring at me and find that Malfoy was glaring at me as if he wanted to kill me right there and then.

What that boy needs, I told myself, is a good slap on the face. I grinned suddenly at the image of me smacking Malfoy. I needed to stop wallowing in self pity and pondering over sad memories.

I spread out on one of the couches. Hurting Malfoy. What better way was there really to put me in a good mood?

The third day passed and then the fourth day did as well in pretty much the same manner. And as much as the idea of hurting Malfoy was amusing, it got boring after a while. In fact I was so bored that I was starting to think crazy thoughts like, I don't know, maybe actually having a conversation with the git. Since when would my normal self ever want to do that?

There was only one possible conclusion: I was going insane. And the sooner I got out of this hell-hole and away from Malfoy the better.

The third night had been a royal pain in the arse. I stayed awake half of it making sure that I didn't roll over so that I was near Malfoy, and instead stayed as far away from him in that bed as was humanly possible. I think he must have been awake for most of it as well, because he spent that night stiffly to his side of the bed also.

So by the time the fourth night rode around, we were both pretty exhausted. And surprisingly as soon as my head hit that pillow, I fell asleep.

However halfway through the night I was woken up by something. I shifted over onto my side, trying to go back to sleep when I heard again just what it was that had woken me up.

I concentrated on the sound, trying to figure out what it was. Was that… sniffing?

I peered in the dark incredulously at Malfoy and I could make out his shoulders slightly shaking.

My jaw dropped open. Was Malfoy crying?

I lay in bed, trying to think of what to do. Should I say something? Should I do anything? Should I just pretend I never heard him?

I decided to go with the last idea. I knew that Malfoy, being the arrogant prat that he was, would kill me if he found out that I had heard him crying. So I spent another few hours trying to get back to sleep, and when I finally did the last thought on my mind was:

What on earth was Malfoy crying about?

A/N: Please review. Next chapter features the long awaited argument between Ginny and Malfoy. Can't wait!

Replies –

animezebra: About Madam Pomfrey – you will see where she comes in – Ginny's writing this in the Hospital Wing because she's been injured but the exact details will be revealed later on. As for the spell, not much has been told because Ginny doesn't know that much about it herself. All she knows so far is that they can't perform magic if it involves interrupting the old woman's plan to bring those two together. And as for the old woman… you will find out all about her at the very end. At the moment she's just a bit of a mystery so far. Basically, I can tell you so far that she is an old interfering woman (though there is more to her than that which you'll find out). Hope that makes sense. Thanks for the review – and I agree with you, a shirtless Draco is always a good thing!

Noelle Andrews: Yep, they will be listening to music – that part will be fun to write. I'm glad you're back. And I agree with you about Jerry Springer – it is disturbing but for some bizarre reason I still sometimes watch it. Don't ask me why! Thanks for the review.

FeistySprite: Sorry, no DG action this chapter (though you did find out how they first met). There won't be any "romantic action" until a few chapters because they still do hate each other. But don't worry, that will all change eventually! Thanks for reviewing.

awaiting impatient person: Sorry I took so long to update! I do have an idea for the nightmare thing – and it is very similar to yours. I love Disney movies too and watch them all the time. Though they are sexist, like the girl always needs rescuing and it's as if the whole aim of a girl's like is to get married and that's it. Though maybe I've been reading too much into it for Disney lol. Thanks for the review!

softlove91: I think I'm blushing after reading your review. I never meant it to sound erotic, I don't think… lol. I really did see the transsexual thing on t.v – you can find the most disturbing things on that show. Don't worry about the long review – I love them! Thanks for taking the time to write! As for my other favourite t.v shows: I liked Desperate Housewives and Lost when they were still on and Dancing With The Stars is pretty good. I also like Grey's Anatomy. I watch most things on t.v (except Neighbours, being a true H&A fan and all)! What shows do you like?

slickchick650: That's what I first thought when I came up with this idea – how are they going to find things to do for 21 days? But don't worry, I do have that sorted out. Though keep in mind, this isn't the most realistic fic out there. Thanks for reviewing!