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Ginny kept Draco's secret, the secret that his father tortured him. She couldn't believe she did, but she did. Whenever she walks by him, he gives her a glare. But that didn't last long. Ginny was in the library, in a deserted section again sitting in a corner, then who to join her but Malfoy. He stood looking down at her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Getting some answers. First question, did you tell anyone?" She shook her head. "Good. How did you get 101 percent and not the same mark I had gotten?"

"Come on, you know as well as I do that Snape is such a prejudiced freak that hates me and is in deep love with you. "

"Thanks for the comment. But FYI, he's my favorite teacher."

"FYI, I already know."

"OK, next question, did you say anything about the essay and that it has anything to do with me?" She shook her head. "Did you say anything about how you helped me in Quidditch?"

"Yes, I did tell the whole school that I chose to help you instead of Harry, of course I didn't tell anybody, idiot," she said sarcastically.

"Just shut up Weasley. I want to waste five minutes of my life to talk to you civilly and you call me an idiot."

"Fine, genius," said Ginny sarcastically.

"Just stop, I just want it to stay that way. Don't open your big mouth and spill whatever happened between us because they basically never happened," he said. She smirked at him. Malfoy thought it was cute, and mentally slapped himself after that thought. "Why are you smirking?"

"Afraid the whole school will laugh at you because you are getting close to a Weasley?"

"What?! How the hell did I get closer to you?"

"Admit it Malfoy, you have gotten closer to me these past few weeks. We're HELPING EACHOTHER. If that's not getting close, then I don't know what it is."

"In your dreams you'll get close to me Weasley." Ginny stood up and actually pushed Malfoy to a corner and walked one step closer to him.

"What did I just do now?"

He stood still in that corner. "Not physically." She took another step closer to him. "What the hell are you doing?" She took one more step towards him. She was now against his warm chest. He pushed her away from him and she fell over. "What was that all about?" he asked as she got up from the floor.

"Just wanted to make my point, Malfoy."

"Not like that! Admit it Weasley, you enjoyed that."

"Yeah, yeah, get a life!"

"Why else would you do it?"

She was stuck for words. He smirked. Yet another girl that likes him.

"Guess there's another girl to add to my girls-that-are-over-me list," Ginny thought she was kidding, but he had one. He took out a notepad and flipped a few pages, she saw names of girls on there. "Well, what do you know, you're number 100, He took out a quill. What's your first name?"

"I don't like you, and you do know my full name Malfoy?"

"What makes you think that? I only know names of girls that I like, or are on my list, or names that I hear often, you aren't in any of the categories" he smirked again.

"I didn't know you liked girls Malfoy."

"Just because I'm Malfoy doesn't mean I'm not human. Of course I like two or three girls."

"Are they on your list?"

"One of them is. Pansy."

"And the others?"

"Why so many questions?"

"Just curious. Tell me, who are they?"

"Yeah right Weasley, like I'll tell you."

"I already am keeping some of your secrets, why not one more?"

"Just tell me your bloody name!" he tried his best to change the subject.

It was then that it just hit her. Malfoy does know her name! He wrote in on the essay! She isn't in his list and her name isn't heard often. It meant that he likes her. He knows her name because he likes her. How? He always treats her like she's a slave. Was he pretending to make fun of her all these days? Ginny was actually happy he liked her. Ginny did like him as well, who doesn't?

"Weasley!" he shouted. "Daydreaming?" She smirked. Malfoy mentally slapped himself again because he thought it was cute.

"You know my name!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, no I don't, you aren't in any of those categories!"

Ginny had an idea. "Fine, my name is Ginevra Weasley."

He wrote it down. She took a peak inside, he spelled it correctly. Usually, people ask her to spell her name, if they don't they misspell it like Jinevra. But he didn't.

"Hey, I'm number 100, don't I get a free kiss or something?"

"No!" Malfoy thought it was odd that she admitted her liking for him. Ginny smirked, and he mentally slapped himself for the third time. "Could you stop, that smirk is creepy!"

"You think it's cute don't you?"

Is it that obvious? he thought to himself. She might have a mind-reading potion!

She stopped smirking. That relieved him. She smirked again, then stopped, and again and so on and so forth. It was driving him nuts. "Would you stop!" he yelled.

She stopped. "So are you going to admit, or do you want me to force the truth out of you."

"Admit what?"

"I guess you want it the hard way then," she began to walk around him as if she's a police officer. "When you turned your essay into my essay, you used a handwriting-changing spell, right? And you wrote my name in it right? Meaning you knew my name before I told you, right? Meaning that I'm in one of the categories right? Since my name isn't heard often, or I wasn't in that list, it means you like me. I'm in that category, right?"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong," he said, although he had a worried tone in his voice.

"Ok then, you want an even harder way!" she said with a smirk, she put her hands on Draco's shoulder and pushed him down, causing him to fall. She took a hold of his he head and kissed it. Then she forced him to look in her eyes. They were terrified. It was the first time she actually looked into them and it was the first look like that he had given her. "Now admit it!"

Draco couldn't speak. A girl, not just any girl, a Weasley, was holding his chin and she wants him to admit something that he knows is true and she won't quit until he admits. "Fine!" he finally spoke. She let go of him with a smirk.

There was a good pause. "Weasley!" Malfoy finally said. "That's another thing you have to keep secret, the fact that you admitted you like me and I admitted I like you."

"Ok," she said. She had butterflies in her stomach. Malfoy then got up from the corner and went away.

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