A/N: Argh. I was slightly disappointed today, because I went to the Hit counter and my first chapter for this story got like 115 or something, and my second chapter got 23. Wonderful. I hope its not that bad...

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"What does that mean?" I asked Hermione, pointing to a page in the DADA book. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"You stupid git," she said playfully, not meeting my eyes. "It means that it takes a few weeks to simmer silly." Things had been alright between us since Harry sang that song, but it was slightly awkward.

"I need to go take a walk." I said, getting up suddenly.

Harry looked at me like I had three heads. I just wanted to walk around, and get out of the suddenly stuffy Common Room.

"Excuse me," I said kinda rudely, pushing a second year out of my way. He looked at me funny, and I looked at him with venom in my eyes. Well, I wasn't, because then that would hurt, what with having venom in one's eye. Anyways, he got out of my way, and fast.

I stormed out of the Common Room, but upon leaving it, I forgot why I was even angry. I sat down on the side of the hallway, receiving a few odd glances from the portraits. I placed my head in my arms and wracked my brains to remember why I was angry. I wasn't usually scatterbrained either. I think I was just annoyed in general today. I couldn't conjure the right spell, I killed a plant in Herbology class, my rat turned into a sock in Trans, my potions exploded (need I continue). So seeing my day flash before my tired eyes made really unwanted tears spring up into my eyes.

I tried rubbing them away furiously with my sleeve, but all that accomplished was just a really wet sleeve and slightly hurting eyes.

"And a grown boy too. What a shame...back in my day, when a boy cried, he was usually under five years old. Not sixteen years old. But he does have spattergroit..."

"I do not have spattergroit you stupid, old painting!"

"Tsk, tsk. DO you hear him Annabelle? The nerve of him. And I, an old and wise, by the way, portrait."

"Oh Tjarsk, must you always make trouble with the students?" I listened to the two portrait inhabitants arguing, but then I tired of it pretty quickly. I tuned them out by humming one of my mother's favorite songs, which happened to be one of my most disliked.

I did stop crying though, and that was a plus. But about the only one in the next hour.

I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and immediately shielded my face from them; I didn't want to be caught with a red blotchy face. The person hushed the ever arguing portraits and I groaned. Why of all people did it have to be Ferret?

"Uh, who's there?" Was that a little trace of fear in his voice? I guess you could still hear me sniveling, and I was now in the shadow of a suit of armor. Nobody. Nobody is hear, and you will not find me in this state, I thought, pleading with myself. And of course-

"Weasley? What are you doing behind the suit...of...armor...Are you crying?" he asked abruptly.

"No I was not. Now go away,"

"So you were. Why?" his voice didn't sound so full of malice.

"I was not Ferret," I pushed past him, "Now please, just go away. Better yet, I'll leave," It wasn't really working though, he persisted.

"Why are you here anyways Malfoy? It's a long way from the dungeons."

"I...er..uhm. Got lost," that was the sorriest excuse that I had ever heard. He was not lost. And I had never heard him at a loss for words.

"You're not ok. Go to the infirmary."

"No, Weasel."

"Well then shove off."

"And if I don't want to?"

"Well then you can," I looked around and saw the portraits watching us, "Never mind," he narrowed his eyes at that, expecting me to continue. He flicked his long, blond hair away from his smoky gray eyes. Really, it was quite long.

"You could also get a hair cut, Ferret. You wouldn't want to be blinded the next time you're bouncing," I said, walking away from him. My eyes were still red-rimmed, and I was in no mood to be caught by anyone else.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere. So, you never answered my original question. Why were you so near the Gryffindor common room?"

"I answered you fine last time Weasel."

"No, you gave me a sorry excuse that an idiot Hufflepuff would scoff at. You're loosing your Slytherin touch buddy."

"I am not your buddy." I turned around smiling, awaiting his answer. "I-," he faltered, "I, er," he began again, "Icameherelookingforyou," he said all in one breath. It shocked me, but at the same time, weirdly enough, it didn't. I turned on my heel and started walking down the hall again, and he made a start behind me. I smiled to myself.

"Ok, so what did you want to say?" he didn't answer for a while, but I could practically feel his haughtiness come back. When he answered his voice was cold.

"To congratulate you and that Mudblood," I heard the smirk in his voice. I clenched my fists; to get ready just incase, and to prevent me from actually hitting him. But I kept on walking; I knew the truth.

"We're not going out. Harry was practically drunk with happiness after Charms class. He wasn't in his normal state of mind."

"You mean like, terrified and looking over his shoulder for good ol' Voldie?" I tried to hide the smile from my face and my laugh. I tried, I did, honest. But call me a bad friend, because I unclenched my fists and started to laugh. I also caught Malfoy off guard; he was being insulting, not trying to be funny.

"You Gryffindor's are weird. Some sense of loyalty huh?" He sounded a tad bit confused. I stepped closer to him, now that venom was back in my eyes.

"What was that, Ferret?" He took a step closer to me.

"Just saying that you're a pretty bad friend, Gingy" he said quietly, unfaltering.

"Am I? Why is that?" I asked.

"Cause you're about to do this."

"About to w-"

He interrupted me with a soul shattering kiss. I should have been expecting it, but I wasn't. I may have been taller than him, but he had the power. His tounge darted out, asking polite permission to enter. I ran my hands through his silky blond hair. It was long. But that was ok with me.