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Ginny rushed down the hall, anger pulsing in her veins like blood. Why did I let him do that? she thought angrily. She had never thought that she would be the type of person to give in that easily, even under the circumstances. An unwanted thought sprang up in her mind, and she tried to push it down. Maybe some part of her liked Zabini. No! I can't. I like Draco! Draco. No one else.

But even as she tried to push the thought out of her mind, somewhere deep down she thought that there was some truth. That maybe she did hold some affection for the charming Slytherin. No! Just get him out of your head.

Due to the anger and the fact that she was arguing with herself, Ginny had failed to notice the person running behind her. That's why, when a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, she was alarmed. She thought maybe Zabini had run after her.

Taking a deep breath to get air into her lungs, Ginny turned around and yelled, "Just leave me alone! I don't like you!"

"Oh. Well, in that case..." said a very startled looking Draco, as he released his grip on her wrist. "May I ask why the change from this morning?"

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Draco. I thought you were..." but Ginny paused. She didn't want Draco to know that Zabini had touched her. "someone else."

Draco's features softened as he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him in an embrace. As he pulled away, Ginny thought she saw a flicker of worry on his face, but in a flash it was gone.

"How was detention?" he asked as he stared at her intently, his face unreadable. Ginny sighed in relief, glad that he wasn't going to pursue who exactly the 'someone else' was. But it seemed he had read her mind. "I'm not giving up on finding out who you thought was me just now, but I'll let it go at the moment."

"Detention was terrible, as usual. And I'm not going to tell you, so you might as well give up now."

"I think I've already proven that I can get what I want out of you," Draco said with a smirk.

"Yes, but it won't work this time." Ginny stated, and she emphasized her point by placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh, I think it will," Draco whispered as he pressed his lips gently to hers. Ginny sighed. It felt so good to be with him. As he pulled away, she felt herself leaning in, wanting to keep kissing him, until all thoughts of Zabini were erased from her memory.

Draco smiled. "No. No more until you tell me what happened."

"I can deal with that. After all, I'm sure Harry would be more than willing to take your place," Ginny smirked. She loved that annoy him. It gave her great pleasure to see Draco become jealous.

Draco let out a growl. "Or I can always go ask Zabini what happened..."

Ginny felt herself stiffen. If Draco were to go ask Zabini, he could twist the story and say she had kissed him or touched him back. No way would she let that happen.

"Fine. I'll tell you. On one condition."

"Name it."

"Promise me you won't do anything about it. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

"Fair enough. I promise."

"...Zabini... Zabini touched me during detention. In places I'd rather not mention. I thought he had come running after me and that's why I shouted at you."

Ginny watched Draco's face darken. "He did what?" he growled through clenched teeth. "I'll kill that bastard."

"Hey! You can't do anything about it, remember? I can handle myself."

"But, Ginny-"

"No 'buts'! You promised!"

"But he touched you, Ginevra!" Draco shouted, as he glared down at her.

"And if you do anything to him, I swear I will personally make you regret it," she growled, threatening him to say anything else.

That shut Draco up. Ginny watched as he calmed down, as his breathing turned to normal. Finally, she thought it safe to talk to him again.

"I'm going down to lunch now. I'll meet you later, but if I hear anything, anything, about you getting into a fight Draco, I swear I will never talk to you again." Ginny felt bad about saying this, but she knew that she had to. There was no way that she would let Draco get into a fight over her. She could handle herself. A childhood full of older brothers had taught her to be independent.

As she turned to walk away, Draco grabbed her. "I'll let you go on one condition."

"And that would be?"

"You have to stay in my room tonight."

"What? Why?"

"Just say yes. After you do, I'll let you go, and I swear not to lay a hand on Zabini."

"Fine." It wasn't as if there were worse things in the world. And she would do almost anything to ensure Draco's docility. "I'll meet you later after dinner."

And at that, she turned to walk down to the Great Hall, wary of what was to come.