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Ginny walked down the staircase to meet her date with a heavy heart, dean was lovely but he wasn't Draco. But no! Today she wouldn't think about him today, she'd promised herself. He didn't love her and she needed to move on with her life. However impossible it seemed to her.
when she'd finished walking down the staircase Dean was already there waiting for her, wearing dark brown dress robe that made his deep brown eyes and mahogany coloured hair look even more wonderful.
Ginny tried her best to be happy. Any other girl would kill to be in her position but Ginny had tasted heaven and was sure nothing would compare. Dean smiled a dazzling smile and offered his arm for Ginny to take. She forced a smile back and took his arm.
"You look fabulous". Dean told her given her a wink "and your eyes look great".
Ginny loved that about dean he always noticed the little things that often mattered the most. It's true she'd spent hours that morning choosing the right colour that suited her eyes and her dress and was glad dean noticed her efforts. Maybe today wasn't going to be that bad after all.
They got in a thestral drawn carriage, quickly, but not before a certain slytherin had time to see them together. Sure Draco had heard they were dating, but it still hurt him to see them together looking like a happy couple.
"It should be me who's taking her to hogsmeade not that Gryffindor prick". Draco snarled at no one in particular.
"Give it a rest Draco you sound like a spoilt kid who can't have his own way", Blaise piped up startling Draco, he'd thought he was alone.
"Blaise you ignorant fool, I am a spoilt kid who can't have his own way, just because I chose it to be this way doesn't make it any easier you insensitive pig". Draco spat at back.
Meanwhile Ginny was talking freely to dean in their carriage, her mind was completely into their conversation, but her heart wasn't. Even if it was broken beyond repair it still wasn't deans yet, he'd have to do more persuading then this to get it if that's even what he wanted. She'd become much more guarded since her angel broke her heart building up walls to protect what was left of it. It would take someone out of this world to make her trust people again. Was dean up to the task?
After the carriage ride that brought them to hogsmeade, they went straight to the qudditch supplies store, one of the many things they had in common was their love of qudditch.
Ginny was eying a beautiful new comet broomstick, while dean was admiring a priceless solid gold model of a snitch, so expensive that it had its own set of body guards that were looking ready to pounce on dean if he tried anything fishy.
Ginny noticed and came over to dean and whispered in his ear "if looks could kill you'd be dead right now" dean seemed to understand what she meant and lifted his head to grin at the body guards who snarled back at him and told us to leave. The pair left the store trying to hold in their giggles.
"Where too now miss weasley", dean asked with mock politeness.
She giggled and told him she wouldn't mind a butterbeer, so they made their way to the three broomsticks, which as was expected was packed with Hogwarts students. they squeezed past people trying to find a free table, without much look, they were just about to give up and go somewhere else when Ginny spotted a group of giggling girls stand from their table and get ready to leave. Ginny changed her course and instead of heading to the door she turned around and moved over to the slowly empting table dragging dean with her.
The pair sat down at the table receiving evil stares from the groups of people who had been waiting longer then them.
It was stifling hot and Ginny's cheeks were red from shoving past tons of people for the past 15 minutes but she was smiling still, she felt her date was going well so far. She was actually enjoying herself with dean something she hadn't expected.
once they'd finished in the three broomsticks they moved on swiftly to honeydukes, where Ginny decided to get Collin some chocolate cauldron's, his favourite, she felt he fully deserved them for being such a good friend to Ginny, she new she could always relay on him to be they for her, she wanted to tell him how grateful she was for that. Dean bought Ginny a giant chocolate heart filled with fizzing wizzbees. "What's this for". She asked smiling when he'd presented her with it outside the fat lady portrait.
"Being a wonderful date" he grinned back at her "I had a great time with you gin".
"So did I with you, but you really shouldn't have, a mean you bought the drinks at the three broomsticks as well". She was rattling on about how kind dean was that she hadn't noticed how close he was to her now, she looked up at him and gulped audibly, one of his arms wound itself around her waist to pull her closer to him, his other hand rested on the back of her head entwining in her blood red locks. he looked deeply into her brown eyes as though asking for permission, she almost laughed, he was so polite, she couldn't imagine Harry (even before he started abusing her) asking permission to kiss her. she replied by lifting her arms around his neck to pull his head closer and their lips meet, it was nice, but that was it no sparks or fireworks exploding in her mind, just nice. Here she was kissing a lovely, good looking boy yet all she could do was compare it to the kiss she shared with Draco.
Did he know how much she'd thought about him that day? was he thinking about her too? She wasn't being fair to dean and she new it he deserved better then her, he deserved someone who wasn't dreaming about a different man whilst kissing him.
They said good night and made their way up to their separate dorms.
Ginny woke up sweating and screaming later that night. She pulled herself out of bed, slipped on some slippers and ran from her dorm, before any of her newly awoken, worried dorm mates could ask questions
She decided she'd walk down to the tree by the lake to get some peace and quiet, but someone else must have had the same idea, for the tree was already accompanied by someone else. Fate had a twisted sense of humour.