Fights, Fights, and More Fights

Disclaimer: I wish I did own the characters, well I do own Rachael, and Elizabeth, but that's about it. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

"Ginny, did you hear?" Rachael said as soon as I sat down in the Great Hall.

Rachael was about my height and had dark brown hair with blond highlights. Her eyes where a chocolate brown color, that matched her hair perfectly. If you could observe the types of friends she had, you couldn't classify them, and she hung around with different types of people from Gryffindor and all the other houses.

"No, enlighten me," My voice held amusement as I placed sausages, eggs, bacon, and toast on my plate.

"Ok, everybody has been saying this really absurd rumor that you stood up to Malfoy. I know you are capable of it, but I mean come on. Nobody has anything to gossip about anymore so they choose you." She replied.

I knew this was coming. I knew that people would soon start rumors about me, about this whole thing between Malfoy and me. It's surprised me none, as for Malfoy, I'm not exactly sure.

"I know everybody is talking about it," Elizabeth commented.

Elizabeth was tall, about Harry's height. Her blue eyes matched her blond hair nicely. You could call her the gossiper of the school though she was incredibly smart, but not as smart as Hermione, but real close to it.

"It's not a rumor," I heard Colin reply next to me.

"Yeah right! Like Ginny would do that, come on, it's Malfoy; surely she's not that thick,"

"For your information, Rachael, I happen to be 'that thick'. And Elizabeth, you can quote me if you wish. I do not care what anybody says, or what Malfoy thinks he can do to me. All I care about is to stop this stupid bullying and give him taste of his own medicine," With that, I shoved a piece of sausage into my mouth.

"Ginny, you're insane to go up against Malfoy! What are you even thinking?"

"Actually, Rachael, Ginny is perfectly sane. And it is about time Malfoy stopped, this is all stupid,"

"Well, Colin, what are you going to do about him harassing you because of Ginny?" Rachael challenged.

"He already harasses me anyway, it won't be any different. And besides, as a true friend, I'll be there to back Ginny up," He said as he took a sip from his pumpkin juice.

"Ginny, it's just that this is Malfoy,"

"Exactly why," I told Rachael as I continued my breakfast.

The rest of the day went rather smoothly besides the fact that everyone came to me to confirm that rumors that were going around were true. Personally, I got really tired of answering the same thing, the same thing I told Elizabeth. It was too long of a speech for me to keep on repeating. My last class was History of Magic, my least favorite class, though I would have rather have been here than with Fleur back at the Burrow, because here I had Colin.

Though for now, I was completely bored. I was staring at the blackboard behind Professor Binns, who was going on about something. Then I remembered my dream. Why must I always have that stupid dream! It makes no sense whatsoever. I have no idea who the boy is, and it's annoying me.

"Ginny, Gin, come on class is over," Colin laughed trying to get me out of my trance.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I was just a bit out there, wasn't I?"

"Yeah, but just a bit," He laughed. "so, what are we going to do now?"

"Homework?" I asked lamely.

"Oh yeah, Snape's got us writing 12 inches. McGonagall wants us to practice turning the wood into a candle, Trelawney wants us to do those dream oracles, and Binns just assigned us to draw a time line of the events in the Magical Massacre back in whatever year," He said calmly.

"A time line? Man, I was not paying attention,"

"Yeah, Gin that's what happens when you do what you just did,"

"Shut up Colin! And stop laughing at me!" I laughed as I hit him playfully in the arm.

"Isn't that cute? Draco, look the Mudblood and the Weaselette are flirting!"

I cringed at the voice, that voice could only mean one thing, Pansy Parkinson.

"You're right, sunk to mudbloods now Weasley? I, at least, thought you could try harder, but then again you grew up with a poor father who was just in love with muggles."

"Shut up Malfoy!" I shouted.

His voice irritated me so much right now. And what he said was worse than his voice.

"Not so nice, are we Weaselette?" He taunted back.

"Why can't you mind your own business?" I shouted at him. "Can't you just leave me alone for one second? But then again you are Draco Malfoy, the insufferable git!" I shot back at him.

He looked startled at my words, like he wasn't expecting them. His gray eyes looked pained but then were covered by a sheet of glass of coldness. He started walking toward me and soon stopped when he was a foot away and looked me dead on in the eyes. He blinked and it seemed that there was some type of pain in there but once again he blinked and it was gone. It went by so fast that I'm not sure if I even saw it.

"I may be an 'insufferable git'; but at least I'm not the smallest, muggle-loving, poor Weaselette," He threw back at me.

"At least I'm happy," I shot back.

I knew that I had hit a soft spot, somehow.

"Guess what? I am, too," His smirk returned to his face and I hated it.

"And I'm loved," His smirk disappeared in an instant. "And I'm not talking about an obsessed poser either," He knew I meant Pansy. "I'm talking about parents, friends, people I can trust. Tell me, Malfoy, are there people you can trust? Do your par-," He cut me off.

"Don't you dare talk about my parents like you know them!" He shouted at me in a whisper.

"Then don't talk about mine. And I'm not afraid of you, you know,"

"Maybe it's about time you should be, Weasley,"

"I'm truly surprised of you vocabulary, Malfoy. Using the same words over again? I believe your father does have enough money to pay someone to teach you vocabulary, oh, and while you're at it, buy your self some decent manners, and if you're lucky, your daddy will buy you a new life, too." I recommended.

I turned on my heel and let my bright red hair smack him in the face but before I could take one step, he grabbed my wrists and turned me around. His left arm was wrapped around my waist, to hold me in place as I was pushed up against him. I flinched at the pain that was caused in my shoulder.

"Ginny!" Colin yelled as he wrapped his arm around Malfoy's neck.

"Draco!" I heard Pansy yell then I heard footsteps running.

"What do you want from me?" I shouted at him as I looked up from his chest.

My left arm was in between both of our stomachs and I could feel that he had a six-pack that was rock hard. As I looked up, I could see the pain in his eyes from Colin's hold on him. His breath was short and obviously, he couldn't talk.

"Let him go Creevey!" A voice yelled.

"You see what they're doing to him?" Pansy yelled.

"Don't make me hurt you!" He yelled again.

"Colin, just let him go," I didn't even recognize my own voice. He opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off. "No, Colin. Let him go."

My voice sounded muffled as Colin let Malfoy go. He raised him right hand to his neck and massaged it while I was still in his grasp. I felt him sigh, deeply before letting me go which wasn't anytime soon, unfortunately. I observed his face. It looked full of pain, I immediately thought that it was because of Colin's previous death grip but I felt that that wasn't it. I could see that tears were about to spill out but, I guess, Colin's voice reminded him that we all were still here.

"Malfoy, let her go." Colin said sternly.

"Creevey's right, Draco, let her go." The voice came again.

"Yeah. Why do you want to keep touching that blood traitor?" Pansy complained as I took a sharp in take of breath, she was really getting on my nerves.

"Don't listen to her, Weasley." I looked up at Malfoy astonished.

I didn't even know if I had actually heard it, but his eyes reassured me.

"Draco!" Pansy yelled again.

He took one last look at me, as if he was making a decision. He blinked as he let me go. My right arm swung to my side, relieved but for some reason, I still didn't move. Neither of us did. It was as if we were just there, letting the pain die down, or something.

"Come on, Ginny, let's go." Colin grabbed my wrist.

I swung around by his force and immediately started walking. I took one last look back at Malfoy. He was just watching me.

"Finally, they left. That Mudblood and the blood traitor were bugging me. Are you ok, Draco?" Pansy asked as I still watched them.

"I'm fine."

"Thank goodness, I thought I'd have to hex them both for what they've done to you." She stated as he looked irritated.

"Be quiet, Pansy." He said as our eyes never left each other.

"What? Draco!"

"You heard him Parkinson, be quiet,"

"Shut up Za-,"

I never heard the rest of it as Colin and I rounded the corner. I turned around as Colin let go of my wrist.

"I wonder what all that was about," My voice said calmly. When he didn't respond, I asked him. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He turned to me as he stopped. "Ginny, you were just technically in the arms of Malfoy, and you don't care? And why did you tell me to let him go?"

"Colin, you had to! Imagine what those Slytherins would have done! Did you want them to hex you?" I yelled.

"Ginny, it's just that I wanted to hurt him badly for the hold he had you in," I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Don't worry Colin, I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'm fine. And thank you,"

"I just don't want you to get hurt,"

"And when have you ever seen me get hurt?" There was a smile dancing on my lips.

"Never, ever!" He laughed.

"Exactly!" I laughed along with him.

And that is what I loved about Colin. Even if he could be furious with me, he always got over it. I make him laugh and vice versa, he made me feel like the happiest person in Hogwarts, and there are a lot of people. Maybe it was his quirks that amused me or maybe the look he gets on his face. What ever it was, I never wanted it to go away.

"So, what are we going to do now?" He asked as we came to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"It's not what are we going to do, but what is there to do?" I questioned him back.

"Homework, study, be bored, and that's about it,"

"How about we go to the cavern?" I suggested suddenly as a smile found its way onto my lips.

"Ginny, where do you get these brilliant ideas?" He laughed.

"I don't know, it just comes to me," I laughed along with him.

Author's Notes: My characters, Rachael and Elizabeth, are mine, though Elizabeth is completely from my imagination. Rachael on the other hand is based on my friend, whose name is Rachael, though my Rachael does not match Rachael's personality completely. If you're confused about how Ginny feels towards Draco and vice versa, don't worry. They don't even know what's going on. By the way to the ones who do read this, who would you like Hermione to be paired up with? Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, who? And remember to review! They make me happy!