After breakfast, everyone except Harry and I had decided to go to Diagon Alley. Ginny disliked leaving Harry behind, but the temptation of a new cloak was too much for her, so she left with them. Once they had left, I fell onto the couch, leaving room for Harry should he want to join. He came down the stairs, holding a book. He collapsed onto the couch beside me, cracking it open. "What is that?" I asked, leaning over. "Just some light reading," He said, with a smile. I looked over his shoulder and he tilted his head to the side before putting the book down. "You know what? You are more interesting than a stupid book. Twenty questions?" He asked, with a grin. I groaned and rolled my eyes. He gave a boyish pout. "Oh come on! Its just questions." I finally agreed.
He couldn't seem to find any questions so I looked at Harry. It had stopped raining. "Maybe we should go to Diagon Alley as well," I prompted, and took his hand, and he agreed. We floo'd, and I caught a glimpse of Ginny walking towards us. I tried to pull my hand away, and Harry grit his teeth. "You aren't running this time." He said, with a smile before he realized why and let go of my hand. Ginny stood there, staring at us. "So that's why you've been all over her," Ginny stated, flatly. "It's not like that!" Harry said. "No! Will everyone stop saying that I like everyone? I don't like anyone!" I said, annoyedly. Harry looked a little upset, but I didn't notice. Ginny looked rather flustered at my reply. "Well then stop hanging all over him then, Govette!" She said towards me, and Harry looked at Ginny angrily. "Stop telling her what to do!" He said, before they were both in a full-blown argument. "Maybe I should go home," I said, unhappily. 'What? Back to the Burrow?" Harry said, dragging his attention away from the annoyed Ginny. "No. Back home, to my home." I said, frowning. Harry sighed. "It's your choice, I won't hold you back." He said, before he turned away from me.
Later that night, I had everything packed again and I was about to floo back home. "Bye, sorry it didn't work out." I said, hugging Mrs. Weasley before I took a step towards the fireplace. I could feel Harry's eyes cutting into my back, but I didn't turn and look at him. I simply waved to them all before returning home, stumbling out of the fireplace and crashing into a blonde. "Bloody hell," I said, rubbing the back of my head before I looked down at the boy I had landed on. Draco Malfoy stared back up at me, moodily. "Will you please get off?" He asked, his fingers drumming against the floor. I quickly did so, smoothing out my skirt before I looked down at him. "Well, get up." I said, before noticing cast on his arm. "What happened?" I asked, as I leaned down, looking at his arm. "That bloody bird thing." Draco muttered unhappily, before he looked up at me. "You know, I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I didn't mean to scare you away," He said. I realized he looked miserable, his face pale and his eyes tired. I sighed. "Draco, you possibly ruined our friendship, but I forgive you." He smiled weakly before he leaned forward and kissed me. And this time I consented. I didn't kiss back, but I let him kiss me. But it ached when he did, like something had broken deep inside, in my soul.