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September 13th – 11:45am – Transfiguration.

Spoke with Draco again yesterday. Although, the first time barely qualifies as conversing, considering neither of us said more than three words to each other.

I was hunched over Quidditch Through the Ages at a deserted table in the back of the library at around 9:30, trying to keep myself awake until Astronomy at 11. I was failing, however, as my eyelids felt like they were connected to large lead weights. I'd been up till almost three the night before finishing one of Snape's bogus essays, and my body was drained of all energy from Quidditch practice.

My mind was drifting. 'Wouldn't it be fantastic if I played Quidditch on a professional team?' I thought, a dopey, sleep-deprived smile spreading across my face. I felt myself in the air, on my broom, soaring through the crystal clear sky, wind roaring past me as I pick up speed, hair whipping in my face. Catching the Quaffle! Going for goal...

A silky voice snapped me back to reality.

"Is this seat taken?"

I jerked my head up in surprise to face Draco directly for the first time since the train ride. Those thunderstorm eyes...

"Oh! Erm, yes—I mean, n-no. Nobody's sitting here."

I tried to smile, but I think my face just twitched unattractively.

Draco sat down in the chair next to me and opened some notes on human transfiguration.

"Didn't mean to startle you," he drawled, flashing me a mischievous smirk.

Oh man, is he cute.

I regained my composure. Placing my elbow on the table, I tilted my head slightly and rested it on my palm, my face toward his.

"No worries. It's good to see you," I replied casually.

"Yeah," he agreed, an absent-minded expression on his face. Our eyes locked for a moment; I, once again, was the one who looked away. A twinge of doubt presented itself timidly in the back of my mind. I thought nothing of it.

I resumed reading my book, and he returned his focus to his notes. We sat in silence for a good thirty minutes until Draco pushed back his seat and stood up. He packed his notes up slowly, deliberately, and re-situated his chair back to its proper place halfway under the table.

"Must be off now, Prefect duties," he explained.

I only nodded, as I was rather lost for words.

"See you around, Ginny."

He turned on his heel and sauntered briskly toward the library doors. Then, he was out of sight.

Got to go, McGonagall's giving me the evil eye.

Write later,
Ginny

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Same Day – 5:15pm – Library.

Anyway, where did I leave off?

I struggled to stay awake during Astronomy, then conked out as soon as I got back to the dormitory. My last thoughts were of Draco.

This morning, Harry caught me by the arm as I was walking down to breakfast. He pulled me to the side of the hallway.

"Why were you sitting with Malfoy last night in the library?" he asked.

It sounded like there was a touch of apprehension in his voice. I probably imagined it. Besides, I was taken aback at how blunt the question was.

"Well, I don't know, he sat down next to me and—"

"Stay away from him, Ginny."

Who did he think he was? Ordering me around like that. I realized he was still holding my arm. I yanked it angrily from his clutches.

"What?" I asked, even though I'd heard him perfectly well.

"You heard me. I'm serious, he's bad news."

"I can make my own damn choices, Harry," I snapped, my eyes narrowed. It came out louder than I intended, and a few first years looked over their shoulders at us.

Harry appeared a bit stunned at my words, but he quickly regained his urgent expression and glowered down at me.

"You don't know what he can be like. Please, Ginny—"

I'd heard enough. I shoved past him and walked hurriedly down the hall, fuming. I took a piece of toast from the Dining Hall and brought it back up to the dormitory, too angry to stay and have to look at Harry, who took a seat next to Ron. I snuck a peek at Draco as I left; he was laughing with Pansy Parkinson (and I admit it, I was jealous).

Okay, something just dawned on me. I was practically the only person in the library that night, besides, obviously, Madam Pince. And Harry, who I suppose was spying on me for some stupid reason. There were plenty of open tables. Why did Draco sit with me?

Not like I'm complaining.

Must go, it's time for supper.

Until next time,
Ginny