A/N: Whoot! One day and I already have a review! I was also added to a favorite author list! Fuah! Thank you, Forsaken 18!!! I was asked to update soon, and I intend to! By the way, these first few chapters are going to range through one week each, starting with Sunday. Here goes!

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Sunday

Obsession.

Infatuation.

Ginevra Weasley was not sure which it was that she felt for Draco Malfoy. Either was as dangerous and forbidden as the fruit of knowledge, and he was just as tempting.

She sighed wistfully, leaning her chin on the palm of her hand and watching Draco though the corner of her eyes. He was standing easily, his lithe body curved to support his weight easily whilst he flipped through the pages of a promising book.

She's discovered her unforgivable feelings for him about a week ago and had since reveled in them. Ginny hadn't had any idea that she could yearn for one person so desperately. Especially Draco. Of course, she'd had feeling for people before, and an infatuation for Harry at one time. None of those occurrences were at all like this. None of them had felt so seductive, so...dark.

It can never happen, she told herself sternly. He's probably dating Parkinson anyway, the way she throws herself at him all the time.

Of course, Pansy Parkinson threw herself at Blaise Zabini as well, but who could blame her? Draco and Blaise, both had a beauty about them. To date either of them would be an honor and beyond bliss. Ginny didn't want to settle for any one other than Draco, though. Not that she honestly believed she had a chance. She knew that she was attractive, but nothing compared to the likes of the Slytherin Princes. Even if she were that attractive, she was a Gryffindor. She was a blood traitor. She was forbidden.

Ginny dropped her hand to the book before her with a sigh. Leaning back, she gazed into nothingness before slamming her book shut. Draco started slightly and turned to watch the red-haired Gryffindor throw her things into her bag before slinging it gracefully onto her shoulder. He smirked as she turned about and jumped. She hadn't been expecting to find him watching her, he could see it in her eyes.

Ginny stared at him for a long moment before looking away, defeated. Blood crept into her cheeks and she stood, embarrassed, for a moment before rushing past him and out of the library.

Cursing herself, she strode, fuming, the entire way to the Gryffindor tower. She gave the password thoughtlessly and rushed through the portrait hole straight into..

"Harry!"

"Hey Ginny," he said with a smile which quickly became a frown, "what's wrong?"

"N-...nothing," Ginny spluttered perhaps a little too quickly for Harry's frown deepened.

"Was it Malfoy?"

How does he know, Ginny thought in wonder, but she merely smiled and said, "No, I'm just...frustrated. The passage I was reading didn't make any sense so I thought I'd come ask Hermione about it; have you seen her?"

"Uh...she's up in her dormitory I think," Harry responded, still sounding minutely skeptical.

"Thanks," Ginny said, flashing him her best grin which put him at ease immediately. He murmured, "No problem," and she walked past him trying to seem as carefree as possible.

She would have to go see Hermione now and come up with a reason for visiting.

I could tell her the truth, she mused but dismissed the idea almost immediately. Hermione would never understand, and Ginny was not in the mood for the lecture which would inevitably follow such a conversation.

No, Ginny thought as she opened the door to the sixth year girls' dormitory. Better tell her I'm looking for a good book to read and wanted some suggestions.

Ginny sat down on the edge of Hermione's bed and waited to be noticed. The moment Hermione greeted her, Ginny asked for suggestions on books and stared at Hermione attentively though her brain was still dawdling in thoughts of Draco.

Wednesday

"Gin, wake up."

Ginny started and turned to find Emily Monroe watching her in amusement. It was the fifth time that week she'd been caught day dreaming in class. At least this time it wasn't Snape who was snatching her back into reality. Ginny looked up in time to see Snape change directions and thanked Emily for rescuing her.

"No problem," Emily said with an air of waving away a fly. In the same sort of airy voice she added, "Though, you certainly have been daydreaming a lot. Care to explain?"

"N-..." Ginny began, catching herself before she denied the request flatly. This was her best friend she was talking to, after all, and after everything they had been through together it seemed rude to keep her out of the loop. At the same time, the idea of filling her in on the whole issue was terrifying.

"I'm just..." Ginny began again, choosing her word very carefully, "...it's just a crush."

"On who," Emily asked in excitement.

She was trapped now. There was no way Emily was going to let her get out of divulging who the crush-ee was, but Ginny was determined to try regardless.

"I don't-.."

"Oh, come on," Emily whispered, falling silent as Snape past by them. The moment he was out of earshot she added, "You can tell me. It's not like I'm going to tell the guy that you like him."

"I know..."

"Then what's the problem."

"I just won't want to."

"Lies!"

"Okay, fine, I do want to, but-"

"Then tell me."

"Fine!" Ginny hissed a little too loudly. At a warning look from Snape, Ginny and Emily looked down at their cauldrons and worked in silence for the next three or four steps. Finally Ginny murmured, "It's Harry," shocking herself. His name just sort of...tumbled from her lips accidentally. She hadn't meant to say Harry, but he was the first guy that came to mind who was acceptable.

"Again," Emily whispered, amused.

"I suppose."

Thursday

Ginny rushed through the crowd of people, shouldering past them with constant streams of apologies. When she finally reached the dungeons she slowed her pace and began to catch her breath. Thanks to her previous rudeness she wouldn't be late to Potions, but she was relatively certain that a lot of people were going to be in a bad mood for some time. Especially considering the fact that she'd stepped on a few feet on her way here.

As she rounded the corner, she looked up to see Blaise, Draco, and Pansy walking toward her. Blaise glanced at her with a smile before returning to his conversation with Draco and completely ignoring Ginny's existence.

She was acutely aware of herself in that brief moment. He merely passed her by in nonchalance, not noticing her yet still his essence crashed over her, rooting her to the spot. Her breath caught, her mind whirled, and she whipped round, but he was already gone.

"Ginny?"

She jumped and turned about to find Harry watching her. She smiled and he immediately pulled her off to the side. Confused, Ginny opened her mouth to question his actions, but he cut her off before she could begin.

"Listen, Ginny," Harry said in a serious tone, "Emily told me about your...well, you're feelings...for me, and-"

"She what?"

"Wait, don't get angry at her, alright," Harry insisted. "I made her tell me what's been bothering you, and...I don't think she realized she said it until it was too late, anyway I just wanted to tell you that...well...I feel the same."

"She let it sli-...wait...y-...you do?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Harry I-"

"Let's talk about it later, alright," Harry stated more than asked, "We have to go, or we'll be late."

"R-right," Ginny said allowing him to rush away. She entered Snape's classroom and sat at her seat numbly, thinking, well...I could do worse, and Harry's really a good guy.

Someone sat next to her, and Ginny turned to find, to her surprise, that it was Colin Creevey.

"Colin..wha-..."

"Emily took my seat," he said with a shrug. Ginny looked over to see that Emily was trying her best to not look at Ginny. Heart sinking, Ginny realized that her friend felt ashamed and resolved then and there to talk to her after class.

Saturday

"Damn it, Emily! Stop avoiding me!"

Emily turned slowly to look at Ginny, tears streaking down her cheeks. Ginny had finally caught her in the library and had chased her down the corridors before blurting the demand out.

"I'm not mad at you, okay!"

"Then why are you yelling?"

"Because I'm bloody pissed off!" Ginny huffed as she crossed her arms. "I can't believe yo-"

"I know," Emily said mournfully as she looked away, "I know. I shouldn't have told him, but-"

"That's not what I mean," Ginny said as she walked over to her friend and grabbed her shoulders. "I mean, I can't believe you actually thought I would get upset over something as stupid as that. That I wouldn't forgive you, especially since it got Harry and I together."

"Really," Emily asked, looking at Ginny hopefully.

Ginny smiled and said, "Duh."

The two friends laughed and Emily pulled Ginny into a hug. Soon, Ginny was being interrogated for every juicy detail about her hooking up with Harry and what it was like to be dating the boy wonder.

A/N: Aww...two friend reconciled! Yay happiness and fluff! Remember to review! You know, that little button in the bottom left hand corner? It will fill me with joy and inspiration, I promise.