Hello again! I just wanted to say that this chapter (like the last one) while not narrated by Draco is still written from his point of view. So if there's anything that offends anyone, I'm rally sorry, I was just trying to get into the mindset of a seventeen year old boy!!

I'd also like to thank Babiiee-Z for her reviews (I'm assuming you're a she?!)
I know she isn't bothered about a mention but she writes good reviews and crazy stories which I have thoroughly enjoyed reading when I should really be doing other stuff ;)

On another note (for those of you that are interested) I found my notebook for F&W while tidying up (my house looked like a dump, we're still having the kitchen fitted, it's dragging on a bit – but I guess that's normal!) and it's been staring at me all day so I shall probably finish the next chapter off at some point this week!

On with it…

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Blaise turned to see who had called his name; at the sight of his face lighting up with a perfect smile, Malfoy also spun round.

What he saw was a dark haired girl bounding down the main stair-case waving and grinning. She stopped once she reached them, slightly out of breath.
This had to be Chloe – she was exactly as Zabini had described her; Draco's thoughts were confirmed when Blaise took her hand, kissed it and said,
"Chloe Middleton, what a wonderful surprise to see you again."

Malfoy almost rolled his eyes when she blushed appreciatively. He was shocked (although he didn't show it of course) when she turned to him and smiled. She was pretty, just as Blaise had said, although it was in an unconventional way. Those glasses would have made most people look like a complete geek, but instead they amplified her piercing dark brown eyes and thick black lashes.

And that outfit… it could almost be considered prudish; an ankle length, many layered black skirt and high-necked blue blouse, worn with flat ballet type shoes – Yawn...
But when you got close up, the skirt's layers were over-lapped so that if she stood in a certain way (which she was…) a split appeared up one side stopping just above her knee, revealing that the previously dull shoes actually had ribbons attached to them which criss-crossed all the way up her calf… And that shirt was so well fitted that it probably showed off her assets just as well as any low cut t-shirt could have done, but without looking slutty.

"You're Draco Malfoy." She said. It wasn't a question but her knowledge didn't really shock either boy. Nearly everyone knew 'Draco Malfoy' and someone was bound to have mentioned him. Whatever had been said couldn't be too bad though, as she continued with her hand outstretched, "Pleased to meet you – I didn't know you and Blaise were acquainted."

Zabini stepped in and took her hand from Draco just before he too, was about to kiss the back of it.
"The blame for that lies entirely with me I am afraid to say. I was too fascinated by your history to bore you with the turgid details of my life. But Draco is a good friend of mine – the best I could ask for, and I did you both an injustice by not introducing you immediately."

Draco could see that Chloe was falling for Blaise's full-on charm mode (like all the girls did), although he wasn't sure Zabini had ever performed so convincingly before – and why did he sound like he was out of some old book? No one under fifty spoke like that! The girl seemed to love it though…

Chloe was smiling and looking bashfully at Blaise from under lowered eyelashes. They made small talk for a few moments, had she enjoyed her first night at Hogwarts (when she mentioned that the girls had a pillow fight the night before, both boys' eyes glazed over slightly as they thought of scantily clad girls bouncing around…), which house had she been sorted into (Gryffindor, although it was nearly Hufflepuff – Draco was impressed that Blaise didn't pull a face), what classes was she hoping to take and so on.

Eventually, Blaise said. "But I do apologise, I am taking up all your time – were you off to breakfast?"

Chloe smiled (Draco had to admit that it was a lovely smile … Even for a Gryffindor.) "Actually I ate earlier, I was looking for you."

The look on Zabini's face was one of pure bliss – Malfoy wondered if someone had slipped drugs into their breakfast.

Chloe continued confidently, "I'm sure you know already, but there's a trip to Hogsmeade next Saturday … Well anyway – I'm a Hogsmeade virgin – I didn't even get the train to school as I started half way into the term, so I'd really like to go.
The problem is that my friends Ginny and Maria aren't able to make it, I'm not really sure about going alone, and well – you're the only other person that I'd like to go with. I haven't made many friends yet you see."

Malfoy could just tell that Blaise was going to say yes. It was going too far. Not only was he talking to Gryff in the middle of the school, he was going to agree to accompany her to Hogsmeade, it just wasn't on.
So, Draco answered before Blaise could, "I'm so sorry to disappoint you, but I believe Professor Snape had some important work that he required Blaise and me to help with next weekend."

Zabini turned to Draco with a look of pure disbelief on his face, but before he could say anything, Chloe (with a crestfallen face) said nobly. "Oh, well never mind. Another time maybe… One of the boys did say I could tag along with him and his friends – Harry Potter, you probably know him. It's just – well, the three of them seem so close and I'd feel like I was intruding. Plus you seemed more fun – but it's ok. You have stuff to do."

Blaise looked as though he were about to have an apoplexy but managed to croak out. "I'll see if I can't get out of this thing with Snape. I'm very sorry – I'll get back to you on it. I promise."

Chloe managed a small smile, gave her goodbyes and disappeared quickly back up the stairs, looking a lot less perky than she had before.

Zabini stormed out of the gigantic front doors and strode quickly down the path towards Hogsmeade. (A little known rule meant that as a seventh year, he was allowed to go there whenever he didn't have classes, it made a pleasant change from being younger and waiting for the one day in a blue moon when they were allowed to go.)

"What the hell was that about?" He snarled at Malfoy.

"I was going to ask you the same bloody thing – mooning all over her like a fool."

Blaise stopped so suddenly that Draco nearly ploughed into the back of him. He twirled round and pointed a finger at Malfoy. "Do you want to know what I asked Daphne last night? I asked her to find out what house Chloe had been put in. I was confused about what to do and thought that if I knew for sure that she was in Gryffindor, it would make my mind up to just drop the whole thing."

Draco nodded warily, a little nervous that his friend was bristling with anger.

"Greengrass said that she knew the girl was in Gryffindor, as she'd overheard a Ravenclaw saying that he wished she'd been sorted with them – seems she's getting a few admirers.
Anyway, Daph seemed a little confused that I was asking… when I got to the bottom of the matter it seems that rumour has it that we're an item."

"You and Daphne?" Asked Draco; knowing full well that they his friends had only ever experienced a few steamy sessions together, no-ties involved.

"No…" Blaise said slowly. "Me and You."

"Pfffft, yeah right." Draco said laughing loudly.

Blaise looked hurt. "Well I don't see what's that ridiculous about it. Am I that hideous to you? Too 'big boned'?"

Draco's grey eyes widened. "Blaise – as you well know you are gorgeous and you're in great shape. Gods – no wonder people think we're gay." He pulled a hand down his face.
"No – much as I cherish our friendship – I'm just not into guys. And neither are you, as should be plainly obvious to everyone."

Blaise shrugged. "Sorry – I don't know what got into me. But you have to admit, we spend a lot of time together. And we haven't really been seen with any chicks recently. Most of the time that we spend with Pansy and Daphne is when we sneak around after hours. And I know I haven't done anything with any of the girls for weeks – not this term at all in fact. You?"

Draco shook his head. He'd just been having so much fun messing about, that he hadn't really missed his intimate moments. Now he thought about it, none of the girls really interested him anymore. Most of them were too clingy or whiny (or both) and the few that had any appeal before (mainly Pansy, Daphne and a couple of other more classy Slytherins) had turned out to be good fun as friends and a whole lot less hassle…

Zabini started them walking again, the gravel crunching loudly under their expensive footwear. "Well what Daphne said decided it for me. I'm going with Chloe to Hogsmeade – I really do like what I've seen of her so far, and at least then people will know the rumours are untrue and we do still like girls. I'd take a bird too if I were you. Although don't bother asking Greengrass."

"Why not?"

Blaise waggled his thick black eyebrows, "Apparently our little scheme last night worked extremely well. McMillan was caught with his pants down this morning. Abbot freaked out so much at being found in her underwear that she ditched him and is lying low."

Draco laughed out loud at the thought. Once his chuckles had petered out, he said. "Well what does that have to do with Daphne?"

Pulling a rather strange face, Zabini replied. "She's going after McMillan now – According to the onlookers, his 'display' – which was also stuck in place - was very impressive."

"So what? So is mine."

"I know man – I wish I didn't but I do. And so does Daph. But she wants more than just a one night stand – she wants some commitment."

Malfoy shuddered. "Fair enough, I'll ask Pansy tonight. C'mon lets go get a drink - a manly one, maybe some ale and a few firewhiskeys."

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"I'm really sorry D, but I just can't. You and me… and Blaise – well, we will always be best mates, you know that. But the days where we fool around are over. The whole time boys think I'm with you, they won't come near me. No, I'm sorry but I'm staying clearly on the market until some rich, handsome young wizard comes and sweeps me off my feet."

Draco pouted; something he seemed to be doing with increasing regularity. "I'm rich, I'm handsome, I can sweep – see…" He scooped Pansy off the floor in one fluid motion.

Giggling, Parkinson swiped at his hands. "Put me down silly. I know you're all those things – you're wonderful and I didn't mean to dent your ego. But I want some commitment."
Seeing the look on Malfoy's face she added. "I don't mean that I want a proposal or anything – Merlin I'm only seventeen! But a nice steady relationship would make a pleasant change."

Draco was flummoxed; he dragged his hand through his platinum locks in despair. All the girls seemed to want steady relationships – what was the world coming to?

Pansy touched his arm gently. "It wouldn't kill you to try it either… don't look at me like that, you never know what might happen if you meet the right girl."

Malfoy sighed loudly. "Never gonna happen Pans – but I appreciate your decision. I'll have to think of something else… By the way, did you hear a rumour about Blaise and me…?"

"Being together? Yeah, it's been going round for a while now but everyone was too scared to ask you if it was for real."

"Why didn't you stop it?" Draco wondered if his oldest friend had misjudged him. "You… you knew it wasn't true didn't you?"

Pansy looked at him as if he were an imbecile. "Of course I did you dolt – but it was so much fun… All of the guys were thrilled that you might finally lay off the girls… And the girls; well they all decided that you had to be bi, so they were all talking about a Draco-Blaise sandwich… They never could make their minds up which of you they wanted to try first… Not that any of them are up to either of your standards."

"I did wonder at some of the comments I've been getting lately." Draco paused for a moment. "Nope – it's tempting but I just couldn't bring myself to be that close to a naked guy… not even Blaise. What if I went to grab the girl and… touched the wrong person?"

Pansy waved her hand dismissively, not quite understanding his issue (Having had lots of fun experiences with Daphne, she didn't really see what the problem was – weren't teenagers supposed to experiment?)
"What about after Quiddich matches? You guys all get in the showers together and then run around whipping each other with towels and stuff. I've seen."

"That's totally different… What do you mean you've seen?"

Pansy smirked and gave a little wink. "I've got to go sweetie, Daph's gone to get Ernie to ask her out and I've got to go to make sure the other girls all know to lay off him."
She sauntered off leaving Draco standing alone and confused.

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By Tuesday, Draco was feeling much better. He'd managed to convince not one, but two sixth year girls to accompany him into Hogsmeade that Saturday and both he and Blaise had made an effort to show just how straight they were. Mainly by bragging about women that they'd been with in the past and discussing what they considered manly subjects… such as how drunk they got that weekend, how much food they could eat and how much it made them belch... (Not that either of them would actually ever dream of burping in public, they were brought up to have good manners or Merlin help them.)

He had also been researching into the spells he had seen Longbottom use in the Herbology greenhouse. Much as he hated to admit it, Draco was impressed. There were some really tricky hexes and jinx to defend against – but he was confident that with a little practise he could memorise all the counter spells.

It was about an hour before dinner that night and Draco was sitting at his favourite table in the library. It was a small secluded table situated under a beautiful stained glass window which depicted a scene of the castle at sunset on a winter's day. Draco sometimes just sat and stared at the yellows and oranges of fires flickering softly through some of the windows and the owls which came to roost in the owlery (this was a magic stained glass window after all).

He had just flipped through a rather unhelpful book about Herbology spells (he'd read most of the decent ones yesterday but he was a very thorough young man) and considering doing some homework when the library door opened. Malfoy mentally cursed whomever it was coming in. He knew full well that his was the last empty table and he didn't want to be disturbed. If he glowered at whoever it was, maybe they'd go away…

Looking up he saw the cause of Zabini's latest madness… Chloe Middleton. She was walking along with that gigantic cousin of hers who appeared to be arm in arm with none other than Neville Longbottom.
Draco thought he was meant to be with the Weaslette, maybe they'd broken up… But no, there she was following behind them - not looking in the slightest bit upset. In fact, she looked like she was having a wonderful time. Perhaps he'd been mistaken about what he saw…

Longbottom looked up and caught Draco glaring at them. Noticing that his was the only free table, Neville turned to his friends and said;
"You know what – it's a little crowded in here for me, I think I'm going to do my homework in the common room."

The Attleby girl immediately said she would join him but Weasley said she needed to look up some stuff so she'd have to see them at dinner.

"I'll stay with Ginny." Chloe said, hugging the couple goodbye and looking extremely happy with life (Blaise had told her Monday morning that he had been able to get out of the (fake) meeting with Snape)
"Look, there's room on Draco's table – Hey Draco!" she said, waving at him as if they were old friends.

The she-Weasel's eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling. She pulled Chloe to the care of magical animals section where she was certain Malfoy couldn't hear them (he could… Over the generations, Malfoy's had developed wonderful hearing…) and hissed, "You're on first name terms with the ferr- with Malfoy? When did this happen"

Chloe looked confused. "Blaise introduced us on Sunday. Is there a problem, do you guys not get along?"

"Understatement of the century Chloe. I hate him and I'm sure he feels the same about me. He's so rude to Ron, Harry, Hermione and especially Neville... He's prejudiced and haughty and a million other bad things.
And what do you mean 'Blaise introduced us'… You mean as in Blaise Zabini – He's almost as bad… What's with you and the Slytherins?"

"Oh…" that had been the Middleton bird. "They seemed really nice to me, especially Blaise… Are you sure that they're really as bad as you say they are."

"They are – if they were nice to you it was probably some sort of plot to ridicule the 'new girl'… Don't go near them if you can avoid it and let me know if they hassle you. I won't let them make an example of you." The girl sure sounded angry, Draco was getting annoyed at being talked so badly about...

"I was meant to be- We were going to… well, I guess it doesn't matter now, if it was all joke to him anyway…" Chloe sounded quite defeated.

Enough was enough. While Draco wasn't at all happy with Blaise's choice of woman, he sure as hell wasn't going to sit around and listen to someone else take that choice away from him.
Standing up he whisked round the corner, making both girls jump. Weasley looked mad at him but Chloe could barely meet his eye.

"Ladies…" He gave them a bow, making it as low as possible to show respect.
"Chloe, I saw you come in – there's room at my table if you want to join me – your friend can come too if she likes."

"I do not like." Weasley said loudly. "I wouldn't sit with you if you had the last seat in here." Middleton looked shocked at the outburst and murmured her friends name quietly as if to ask what she was playing at.

"Which, as a matter of fact I do." Smiled Malfoy, being careful not to smirk or be too disrespectful. He turned again to Chloe, "It really would be a pleasure to have you join me."

Again the red-head butted in, this time standing in front of Middleton girl in a manner that would have annoyed Draco had it been done to him. "She doesn't want to sit with you either Malfoy. What are you playing at?"

Draco tried to give her his most pleasant look of mild confusion (as a younger boy, Draco had practised pulling faces in the mirror until he had them perfect. It wasn't something he tended to do anymore, but they still occasionally came in useful) and said,
"I'm not playing at anything Ginevra. I merely wanted to do a good deed and share my table. It would appear that you are the one playing games. I know that Chloe was eager to sit with me when you both entered; yet in the two minutes she has spent in here with you, she seems to have changed her mind - if your answer is to be believed. Why not let Chloe speak for herself?"

He was pleased to see the girl flinch when he addressed her by her full name. Middleton glanced up at him and he could see how sad she looked. He almost felt bad for coming over, but then she'd been happy when she walked in – it was the Weasley girl who had ruined her day by talking about Slytherins as if they were monsters.

For the third time, Weasley spoke before Chloe had a chance; she poked her finger in his solar plexus and said forcefully. "Stay away from her. I know you and I know you do nothing nice. I don't know what sort of plan you and Zabini have cooked up for her but I'm not going to let you get away with it. Your bullying days are over."

Chloe gasped at her friend's behaviour. "Ginny!" She said out loud, but those chocolate brown eyes continued to glare fiercely into Malfoy's storny grey ones…

Draco very calmly looked down at her finger, which was digging in so far it was beginning to become painful. "Whom have I bullied this year?" He asked.

After she had floundered for a while, she finally managed, "My brother – you probably knew he couldn't do non-verbal spells and you used that against him in the duel."

Draco raised his eyebrow; even Middleton looked a little embarrassed. "By your standards Granger and Longbottom are also bullies. Neither of their opponents was capable of defending against the spells they used, especially Longbottom's. I'm sorry but I haven't been the spoiled little brat you seem to think I am for a very long time."

Now he decided to go in for the kill. "Just because there have been some bad Slytherins in the past, that does not mean we all have to follow in their footsteps, and I would appreciate it if you could avoid tainting Chloe's perception of me with your prejudices. Especially as I have a feeling I will be seeing a lot of her if Blaise has his way."

Weasley stared at him with her mouth open, realising she was still poking him in the chest she whipped her hand behind her back. Chloe looked at Draco shyly and asked what he meant about Blaise.

"Well I shouldn't really be saying this – it's not my place. But he seems to really like you and wants to get to know you better. There is an age-old rivalry between our two houses but he is willing to overlook that, for you.
I swear on my mother's life that he has no ill intentions towards you… There was no alternative motivation for him talking to you before your sorting, and he is extremely happy that he will be able to accompany you to Hogsmeade."

Middleton looked overjoyed but Weasley was still doubtful. "Look, if you don't trust me then I'll escort you to Snape's Office and you can get some veritaserum – I'll convince him it's for something vitally important…"

Draco paused, waiting to see the Weaslette's reaction. She thought hard for a short while and then shook her head. He nodded in return and then turned to Chloe.

"So, will you join me?"

Chloe looked to Ginny, who just shrugged, so she said in a loud voice laced with determination, "Thank you Draco, we will both join you in just a moment."

This time Malfoy didn't bother to listen in on the girls conversation; he had done what he set out to do, Weasley was unsure of his character and Middleton would undoubtedly do all she could to defend her interests in Blaise.
His only problem now, was that he would be lumbered sitting with a couple of boring, goody two shoes Gryffindors. It wouldn't do much for his reputation.
If anyone said anything he'd have to make something up… although, would anyone say anything? They were all too scared to approach him about the last rumour so maybe he'd be ok… And they were both Gryffindor girls, attractive ones too… perhaps it wasn't the worst situation in the world.

When the girls finally came over to the table (Weasley clinging to a book and some parchment as if her life depended on keeping it safe) there seemed to be a truce between them.
Chloe smiled warmly at him (Weasley just about managed not to grimace at him) and then she spread some parchment on the table and scribbled away merrily.

Weasley however was staring suspiciously at the Herbology book on the table; Malfoy imagined that she would recognise the fact that it wasn't an ordinary homework book and only focused on spells which were related to the subject.

Several curse words sprung to Draco's mind; He couldn't let her cotton on to the fact that he had seen Longbottom, or it would ruin all the hard work he'd just put in, and mean that his being nice to a couple of Gryffs had been a totally pointless move. But he was unsure what he should do about it…
He figured that a double bluff and a bit of flattery should work wonders.

"I've been reading up on that Spell your friend Neville cast against Goldstein, it was very impressive. To be honest I'm a little concerned that I may have to face him in the next heat; I can't quite seem to get my head round the type of spells he's using…"
Luckily enough, there had only been one useful book which had contained all of the spells he had seen Neville perform, and that had been from the restricted section, so it was unlikely his little white lie would be found out… Not until it was too late anyway.

"So… you're scared of Neville?" Weasley asked dubiously. "More so than Harry or Hermione – why aren't you researching them?"

While Malfoy had been happy with his small lie, this was getting a bit much. Did this bird never give up?
"I wouldn't say scared exactly – it's not as if Longbottom's going to kill me or anything, but I'm competitive and he seems a worthy opponent. I'd be a fool not to prepare myself. As for the other two… Well, Granger probably has every single spell known to wizard-kind memorised so I'll just have to do my best there. And Potter? Well, he normally only uses Expelliarmus."

Weasley huffed somewhat at this – still pining for him maybe?

"It's true you know – I'm amazed Smith wasn't expecting it… but then again he's got his head so far up his own arse I'm amazed he can hear anything that goes on around him."
Wow – the she-weasel almost cracked a smile, her mouth had certainly twitched up at the side anyway…

"And while I'm sure Potter will make an exception for me and fight properly, my first six years of Hogwarts were like a preparation for duelling with him."

"Yes, and more often than not you lost those..." Weasley seemed triumphant to point that out; and the Gryffindors said the Slytherins were evil?

"Then I guess he has nothing to worry about does he..." Draco said, liking the situation less and less.
He'd show her though, when he beat Harry. Bloody. Potter. and won the competition. Noticing that she was still clutching a roll of parchment tightly to her chest, he decided it was the best excuse he'd have to leave.
"Look, I can see you're obviously not comfortable sitting with me; I'm done reading anyway, so why don't I leave you two alone."

Without giving them the chance to answer, he scooped his work up from the table, pushed it into his bag and then gracefully shrugged on his school robe (designer made of course), buttoning it up over his perfectly pressed shirt which was a vivid white, contrasting against the dark green and silver of his tie.

He held his hand out to shake Middleton's (he figured after Blaise's reaction last time, He'd better not try and kiss it) "Chloe, I hope you have a wonderful time on Saturday, perhaps we can all meet up for lunch, if you would like that?"

She smiled as they shook and gave his hand an extra little squeeze before letting go. "That sounds lovely, I'm sure Blaise will like the idea."

The girl Weasley looked sly and then piped up. "Yes, it does sound like a great idea – let us know what time and we'll all meet up."

Middleton and Draco both looked utterly confused. "But I thought you couldn't make it Ginny?" Chloe asked.

"Well, Maria and I do have quite a bit to do, but Nev's taking her somewhere for a surprise lunch, so I'll be at a loose end for a few hours. I mean, if you don't want me to come that's fine..."

Malfoy's jaw almost dropped at the sneakiness of the girl, surely Chloe would see through such an act?

"No! Of course Ginny, I'd love for you to come." She didn't see through it – she fell for it, hook, line and sinker.

The little Weasel rubbed it in some more, "I wouldn't want to ruin your date though?"
Surely this girl should have been in Slytherin, or at least Ravenclaw, guilt-tripping did require brains too...

Chloe blushed slightly. "It's not officially a date yet – plus Malfoy will be coming – Oh, we could make it a double date?"

"No!" "NO..." Malfoy and Weasley chimed together in perfect harmony.

"Awwww, why not you guys?" Teased Chloe; looking like she was enjoying herself immensely.

Malfoy jumped in straight away with his legitimate excuse. "I'm already escorting someone... two some ones really... So, we should get a table for... Seven? Will you be bringing someone Ginevra?"
Gods he enjoyed causing the slight frown she got when he said her name like that.

She stared at him for long enough to make most men uncomfortable (not a Malfoy though, well, they wouldn't show it anyway)
"Nope, just li'll ole me; table for six, though Merlin only knows why you need two dates Malfoy. And if you do insist upon using my name as opposed to those adorable little nick-names you coined for me – stick with Ginny, 'kay?"

"Oh but Ginevra is such a becoming name." (She pulled a face and gripped her wand a little too tightly for his liking.) "Fine, Ginny then. But why no companion? Pansy tells me you have quite the fan club..." He smiled winningly.

Weasley (Ginny... Hmm) wasn't amused, and with an obviously fake smile plastered across her freckly face, said; "I have several wonderful male friends, and while I'm sure there's plenty of magnificent relationship material round here, not a single boy in this school interests me in that way." The smile faded and she was deadly serious. "I'd rather go on my own than lead someone on."

Malfoy wondered if the comment was directed at him, or if she were merely telling it how it was... However, he wasn't entirely sure he cared. He was far too depressed at the thought of having to spend his Saturday lunch time with these two when he could be round the back of the Shrieking Shack with... what were those girls' names?
Never mind, it'd keep Blaise happy and Draco owed him a few favours. The Shrieking Shack could wait until after lunch.

He made a polite goodbye and went to catch twenty minutes snooze before dinner; talking to the two Gryffindors so politely all that time had mentally worn him out. Hopefully Zabini would get his fill and move on so things could get back to (relative) normality.

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So I used Weaslette and she-weasel etc a lot in that chapter instead of using Ginny – I was trying to keep it from Draco's perspective but if you feel it's weird then I can alter a few of them… As they get better acquainted it will change anyway but let me know what you think…

Oh, and I haven't checked through this chapter as many times as I normally do (I know I'm not going to be able to work on it tonight or much tomorrow and I wanted to get it out.)
If you spot and bloopers, please just let me know and I'll change them. Ta!

Next chapter's back to Ginny. xx