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Here's the next chapter. It's set after the Quidditch game (but I can't remember which one) and after they discover the DA.

Order of the Phoenix

Ginny Weasley, 21st February, 1996

I lie on one of the benches in the changing room. My Quidditch uniforms hot and sweaty, my hair is sticking to my forehead.

My broomstick rolls underneath the bench and I glance at it, remembering the match.

I still can't believe that we lost another match.

The door into the room slams shut and I jump in shock. I sit up, feeling someone sit next to me, their side touching my back. I readjust myself, turning we're side to side.

"Malfoy?" I ask, shocked. "This is a girl's changing room."

"Really?" he drawls. "I couldn't tell. There are no girls in here."

I groan with anger and he smirks. We sit close to each other. It's so silent; I can hear him breathing slowly.

He opens his mouth before he closes it, looking at me in confusion.

"What?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"I didn't know you could fly." He says.

"Is that a compliment?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"I didn't think Weasley's could afford brooms, so I didn't believe they could fly either." I hit his arm and he chuckles. Although he's teasing me, it seems like we're having a decent conversation. He seems to realise too. "Admittedly, Weasley's terrible."

I laugh but quickly stop, forcing out a quick "Leave him alone." He stares at me in amusement and I start laughing once more.

"That's why you lost." He states.

We fall into silence again.

"What do you think of Umbridge?" he asks slowly.

"Shhh." I whisper. "She's always listening." He laughs again. "You're a Slytherin; I can't tell you my feelings without running the risk of getting banned from the Quidditch team."

"Your feelings?" he says, looking closely at me.

"My thoughts." I correct myself awkwardly. "About Umbridge." He frowns. "Did you think I was talking about you?" He keeps frowning. "We've talked, what, six times, in the four years I've been here?"

"I think this time makes it seven."

"Seven conversations, we can't even be friends." I laugh and he joins in. "I think you've had more conversations with my brother."

"They're not really conversations" Malfoy says. "If they were, I think I'd be sick."

"And I don't think you can be counted as friends." I add.

"You stink." He adds quickly.

"I just played a Quidditch match." I give him a strange look.

We both sit in silence for a bit.

"What did you do on Valentine's day?" I ask him, and he raises an eyebrow. "Did you have a date?"

He stares at me again.

"I did." I continue. He gives this 'Do you think I care' look. "With my boyfriend."

"The Ravenclaw?" he asks. "And I didn't have a date."

"If it makes you feel better, Harry completely messed his up." He nods. I don't know what else to say so we just sit comfortably next to each other, not talking. I look down, absorbing my red Quidditch outfit, sighing.

"I still can't believe we lost." I moan.

"It's great." Malfoy actually grins at me. I mean it was strange for him to laugh so much but to actually grin?

"You would say that." I smile back at him and we just keep looking at each other.

"This is for losing." He whispers, and he kisses me. I put my arms round his neck; his hands go to my hair. We're actually sitting in a really uncomfortable position, which is what makes break away from him.

"What?" I breathe. "I have a boyfriend." He stands up, walking away, without even looking back.

Draco Malfoy, 5th April, 1996

I run my fingers over my face one more time, still worried about any more 'bat-like' bogey's attacking my face. I'm sitting in an abandoned classroom in the dungeons, my excuse being that I'm on Prefect patrol.

The door creaks open and Ginny Weasley comes in slowly. She glances at me and her eyes open wide and she quickly closes the door, and turns back to look at me.

"You alright?" she asks carefully, keeping away from me.

"Stay away." I warn her quickly and she grins.

"You know, the twins often say that my size is no guarantee of my power." She jokes, and I frown. "Not early enough for jokes then." I raise an eyebrow.

"No." I say quickly.

"I wouldn't have done it if you weren't being stupid and a complete suck-up." I give her a disbelieving look. "I mean 'Professor, I've got one.'" She imitates my voice pretty well, which irritates me.

"What?" I ask, snarling and she giggles. "Why did you do it?"

"I'm loyal to the DA." She tells me, coming closer. "You were acting like a moron."

"What?" I gape. "I'm loyal."

"To who, Umbridge?" She asks, finally sitting on the desk opposite mine. I don't nod. "Now Dumbledore's gone, she'll be headmistress."

I look up.

"What?"

"You do realise that'll be awful, right?" she leans closer to me. "I mean, you'll get away with something because you're on her team, but it's going to be horrible."

I stare at her, confused.

"And we're going to do everything we can to stop her." She tells me.

"Hex her?" I ask.

"No..." she stares at my face. "I told you I was sorry."

"I doubt you're supposed to hex me and apologise." I laugh harshly.

"I'm a Gryffindor. That's what I do." She grins, suddenly moving to balance on the edge of my desk.

"Scarhead's hexed me before. He's never apologised."

"Well, he's a moron." She giggles again. She leans into me, her body still shaking. She calms done, gripping my arm slightly. "You know I wouldn't hex you unless you were being an idiot, right?"

I look at her, and her face is really close, and she's smiling really widely. She leans in closer, one hand touching my face. "See, you're not even hurt." She whispers.

I grab her face slowly, before I lower my lips onto hers. She locks her arms round my neck, pulling me closer. We keep kissing, pulling each other as close as possible until she suddenly pulls away.

"I should hex you." She whispers, her hand moving from my face to my shoulder as she stands up.

"Why?" I ask, slowly.

"For kissing me." She says slowly.

"Is that a hexable offence?" I say, standing up to whisper it into her ear. She shivers, her eyes wide again.

"Depends on the person." She quickly answers. "For you, of course." She leans up, kissing my cheek, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. "Night."

I try to smirk but she giggles, leaving the room again.

"Have a bad sleep, Weasley." I shout after her. She just laughs.

Thanks for reading. Please review.

Thanks. ~Artjuice/Bexx