Ginny stormed into her room and began digging through her trunk. She didn't know why, really. She always went completely mental when Draco Malfoy infuriated her. And today had been no exception. She was right in the middle of re organizing her things when Hermione came in quietly.

"So something is wrong."

"What do you mean? Nothing is wrong. Nothing is bloody wrong! Except for this sweater that falls under two categories! Blue and green because it just has to be bloody stripped!" Ginny shrieked in anger, drop kicking the sweater onto another girl's four-poster. "THERE. Problem solved."

"And the problem is very big if you are organizing and kicking things. So. When are you going to tell Harry you don't like him the way he thinks you do?" Hermione asked simply, sitting down on Ginny's bed and casually stacking books into piles.

"I…what? Harry's great…" Ginny began, trying not to stutter. The fact was, she felt guilty for what she did. For the rest of the day Harry kept trying to put his arm around her, or hold her hand and all because she made him think she liked him. She felt guilty.

"Ginny, I'm not daft like Ron. I know you don't like him. But it's really not fair of you to lead him on just to get at… you know."

Ginny swallowed hard. She had been caught. Or maybe not. She cleared her throat and began putting her clothes back. "I really have no idea what you're talking about. I just didn't want to say no to Harry."

"Ginny! Stop being selfish! You can't play your games with Malfoy and drag poor Harry into it!" Hermione whispered angrily. She obviously didn't want Ginny's secret know to everyone… yet.

"Since when have you know." No use denying it now.

"Oh I've had it figured out for a while, but I didn't feel the need to bring it up till now. Not till you two started dragging others into it, though I can't feel bad for Stacey. I really don't like the tart that much," Hermione mumbled. She sighed heavily and looked at Ginny. "I don't approve of Malfoy, Ginny. No one will. But you need to figure this out for yourself, that he's not good news. And you need to tell Harry the truth." She made to get up and leave, But Ginny stopped her.

"You won't tell them about Malfoy will you? I don't even know what's going on. It's probably nothing anymore, now that he's got that twat on his arm. Seriously Hermione, swear you'll keep it to yourself? Just let me figure it all out," Ginny asked with pleading eyes.

"Only if you promise to tell Harry about you guys. And soon. I saw what you did in the book shop. He's under the impression that he's got a chance."

"I promise I will. Tomorrow after the quidditch game." Hermione gave her a very small smile and left, leaving Ginny feeling very guilty about what she'd been doing to Harry. And what for? Just to make Malfoy jealous? Wasn't she the one that didn't want him and her to be anything? And shouldn't she be happy that he's finally out of her hair now that he's got that flake of a girl, Stacey? She honestly wasn't surprised that he decided to go out with her. Stacey was exactly the type of girl that Malfoy usually dated. She was cute, and smart but at the same time a little stupid when it came to normal things. Easily amused, easily bored, and almost goes for anything, yes, she was EXACTLY what Malfoy loved in a girl. And Ginny was nothing like that.

Ginny was pretty, or at least that's what others said. She was smart and popular, and funny every once in a while. She laughed at anything, but she didn't get bored. She wasn't up for anything, and she didn't like looking like a slag. She had morals, values, opinions, all things Malfoy was basically allergic to.

And yet she was extremely pleased with herself at the look on his face when she twirled in the store or when he saw her take Harry's cloak. She couldn't help but feel vindicated. This made her feel like maybe she wasn't doing all of this just to piss Malfoy off. Ginny frowned to herself as she crossed her legs on her bed. Maybe she was taking it this far because she felt personally harmed that Malfoy ditched her, even if it was far from a date what they had scheduled, and decided to take someone out. She quickly grabbed the journal and green quill that she kept tucked in between all the flowers, and began making a list. A list of all the things she wanted in a guy. Sense of humor, intelligence, a sense of fun, argumentative, neat, sarcastic, sweet, romantic, honest, spontaneous, and then she stopped. Ginny dropped the notebook and put her head on her knees. She picked up the quill and put a check mark next to sense of humor, intelligence, fun, argumentative, sarcastic, and realized those were traits Malfoy possessed. She didn't know about the others, yet. But it made her feel weird that everything she wanted, at least half of it Malfoy possessed.

As she pondered his personality, Ginny realized that she was supposed to get tutored that night! She grabbed a sweatshirt and as she was about to leave, turned back and pulled out every thing Malfoy had ever given her, kicked the trunk closed, and left for the dungeons.

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As she slid into the potions room, Ginny realized Malfoy was already there, reading. He looked up and gave her a smirk.

"You're late. But I guess I'll let it slide since Professor Snape's said that you've really improved lately. I was thinking maybe we could take a break today and… what's all this?" He asked as a handful of, stuff, was shoved at him.

"It's yours," Ginny simply said as she handed over everything and began heating her cauldron. She could feel him staring at her, and she didn't know how to react. Finally she turned to him and spat, "What? Is there something wrong with my hair? Why are you staring?"

Draco opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. He cleared his throat and shook his head, "No. You're hair's… it's nice."

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion. "Then… then what is it?"

Malfoy looked down at all the things in his arms, looked her in the eyes and said, "I have you all this. I don't want it back." He jumped off the desk he was sitting on and made as if he was going to hand it back. Ginny moved behind her work table.

"Yeah but see, I don't want any of it. I've already given your cloak back. Now I'm giving you the rest."

Draco moved around the table, only to find that she moved as well. "Why are you doing all of this now?"

Ginny smiled sweetly and blinked a few times, "Why Draco Malfoy, you have a girlfriend now. I wouldn't want… darling Stacey to think that you're sneaking around behind her back with someone else, would I?" She shifted her weight to one leg and crossed her arms, daring him to say something to the contrary.

"I… I don't see how she has anything to do with this."

"See that's why we're different. When you're going with someone, you don't give other people things. You obviously don't think so."

"Oh and you do? Funny how you kept all of it till today. Tell me Red, how's Scarhead doing? Are you two really as cute and cozy as you made it look this morning?" Draco asked with an evil smirk as he narrowed his eyes at her. He expected her to blush and stutter over the prat, but she simply smiled.

"I don't plan on validating anything to you, because you Draco Malfoy, have no right to that. But here's a hint. Do you think that if I was cozy with Harry, you'd still have your face in tact after I paraded around in a Slytherin's cloak all today?" Ginny was quite satisfied that she saw a look of relief was over him. Before he had a change to respond however, she extinguished her cauldron fire and added, "You know what? I don't feel like being here tonight. See you tomorrow Malfoy. And bring your A Game tomorrow. I plan on coming to win." And with that she left him standing in the room alone.

Draco Malfoy scowled at himself. How could he think that dragging someone like Stacey along would make someone like Ginny jealous? He was about to throw everything away when he noticed that the journal, had been used. He opened it to the only page with writing on it and noticed it was a list.

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The match was a difficult one, both teams played rough. Ginny played the best she ever had, partly because she knew Malfoy was watching. She made some spectacular aerial moves and even though they were down by a handful of goals, the Slytherins decided that they not only would score but try and take out as many Gryffindors as they could in the process, it all came down to Harry and Draco. How fitting Ginny thought as she twisted to get out of the way of a bludger. Just as she was passed the quaffle, a green flash dove dangerously. Malfoy had spotted the snitch! Harry's superior flying skills and broom allowed him to clench the victory. As Harry landed on the ground, arm raised high, she noticed Malfoy was fuming. He was slightly smug when he looked over at Harry though. After all, he had spotted the damn thing before Harry.

Ginny landed awkwardly, noticing that Harry was coming over to her, smiling, as his team mates continued to cheer.

"Ginny! We won! Can you believe it! You did great today!" He made like he was going to kiss her, but Ginny twisted her head out of the way. Harry gave her a confused look and she pulled on her sleeves.

"We did great. I'm glad we won, but Harry I have to tell you… I don't…. we…there is no we in the other sense. I don't like you the way you think. I'm honored that you feel that way about me, and I genuinely hope that you'll find someone who feels the same for you, but I'm sorry. I don't, I can't." She looked up at his face, his eyes filled with confusion, sadness, anger. He shook his head, trying to comprehend what she said. Ginny nervously bit her bottom lip, waiting for him to say something.

"Ginny, no. You… I know you like me. I thought, I thought we were trying to make it work. I mean, come on. Seriously can't you give it a chance? We've only been on one date," Harry stumbled over his own words, looking at her pleadingly. She couldn't take that look. She couldn't take any of it.

"Harry! It wasn't a date!"

"Sure it was, you said…"

"No! I said I wanted to hang out. Not go on a date. You don't listen do you? You just assume that I like you just because I asked to hang out. See this is what I don't want! I thought we were just friends and then it was brought to my attention that you thought I liked you and you felt the same way, I didn't mean to string you along. Harry, I don't, and I can't like you. I'm sorry, but I can't!" And with that she ran across the pitch, broom in hand. Harry lost sight of her at that moment as the crowd of Gryffindors crowded around him.

Ginny walked up the stairs of the stand, watching as the crowd washed away with Harry on their shoulders. She was glad they won, but she was saddened by how Harry took her news. She didn't expect him to smile and be fine, but she didn't think he'd start asking that they try it anyway.

"Hey, you come here often?" Draco Malfoy asked, as he hovered next to the railing on his Nimbus 2001.

"I thought you had left to go cry about your loss," Ginny stated, not bothering to look up.

"No I knew that show with Potter would be better. So I take it he didn't take your break up to well."

"We didn't break up! There was nothing to break up. I simply stated that he was mistaken about my feelings for him. Why am I even explaining this to you? Go away Malfoy," Ginny yelled, covering her eyes with her cold hands, hoping if she didn't see him, he wouldn't be there.

"Get on."

Ginny peaked between her fingers and noticed he had his hand extend to her. "What?"

"I know you heard me. Do something spontaneous for once. Get on."

"Why should I?" Ginny asked slowly, more herself than the boy on the broom. He answered for her heart anyway.

"Because you know you want to." At this she lowered her hands and went to stand on the railing. He handed her on and they were off. For a few minutes they just flew around in silence till Draco broke it by stating, "I don't like wool."

Ginny laughed out loud at the completely random comment. She looked over her shoulder at his face. "You don't like wool?"

He grinned at her and repeated, "I don't like wool."

"Do I get a reason or is this just one of those weird moments where we go back and forth thinking of stupid things about us."

"Both. It makes me scratchy. I really don't like the irritatingly scratchy feel of wool sweaters. It doesn't even help wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath because I know that it's still scratchy, even though I don't feel it at that moment. Yes continue to laugh at me while I tell you something honest about myself. Your turn, know it all."

Ginny sat quietly for a while and finally said, "I hate the wool sweater my mother knits me every year." At this Draco laughed and that got her laughing again. Between giggles she managed to say, "And I don't have the heart to tell her. I might one day, but I really don't see why she insists on making it red. It clashes with my hair, and makes me look ridiculously white."

"You're white all the time, Weasley."

"Isn't that like the kettle calling the pot black?"

"Not true. I'm fair skinned."

"No, now you sound gay. Boys aren't fair skinned. Girls are fair skinned. You're just white."

"You know, if you continue to argue with me, I'm going to have to kick you off this broom and dump you in the lake."

"Fine, fine. But I don't believe that you have the guts to do it." Ginny shrieked as the broom jerked sideways and then down, dangerously close to the water they were now over. But she realized she wasn't going to fall when she felt Malfoy's arm holding her securely around the waist. She blushed furiously when she realized that her other arm had snaked around the arm he was using to steer with in the process.

She shivered when she felt Malfoy whisper in her ear, "Trust me, I wasn't going to let you fall." She blushed even more red, squeezed his arm and whispered back, "I know." She shivered slightly, as she felt his breath on the side of her neck.

"Are you cold?"

"Not at all. The weather is nice."

"Then why are you shivering?" Draco asked, and she was almost positive he was smirking at her.

"I've never gone flying like this before. No one's ever taken me that is."

"Well Ginny, life's a lot more fun if you allow yourself to have some fun. It's getting late. I'm sure your entire dorm will notice you're missing, after all you are quite the popular girl up there. Don't want them hunting me down." They flew back, a dozen feet away from the entrance. Ginny jumped off and began to make for the main doors. She quickly twirled around a few times, laughed and stopped when she saw Malfoy was smiling at her.

"Well, thanks for the ride. It was fun. I didn't know you did stuff like that, reckless and spontaneous that is."

"You'd learn a lot about me if you gave yourself the chance," He replied, walking over to her. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it over to her. "I believe this really is yours. After all, you've already used it. And for future reference, there is no Stacey. We weren't going out. In fact it turns out she fancies someone else." He gave her a short bow and walked off towards the doors.

Ginny opened the notebook to a page that had the corner folded over. There was her list, but with a little note at the bottom. "I hope that was spontaneous enough for you."