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Chapter 19:

Draco noticed her seating by the Gryffindor table, he didn't know why he was looking at her, or even thinking about her for that matter. Neither did he know why he couldn't get her out of his head all of the previous night. All he knew was that he was in some kind of a trance and he had to find a way to get out of it, soon. She was dressed in plain black leggings and a long lavender sweater. She looked very simple with her hair up and only a few curly strands falling to her face; she didn't wear any make up nor did she need it, she looked flawless just sitting there and laughing along with her friends.

Hermione was seated on the other side of the Great Hall, absolutely clueless to the fact that she was being watched. She was telling Ron and Ginny about last night's detention, leaving a few parts out, and laughing out loud about some other trophy incidents. She knew she looked relaxed and happy on the outside, but on the inside she was burning with anticipation, but also nervous to almost the end of her thether. Today she and Ron are supposed to walk around the grounds together; she wondered what the outcome of that would be. Hermione hoped beyond hope that it would be better than her date with Ron the previous day.

"I think I'll go flying today," said Ginny, looking at the ceiling with a happy smile.

"Yeah, it looks like we have the last bits of the warm weather," said Ron, "It's a promising day for flying," he added.

Hermione just sat there smiling and sinking even further in her thoughts and fears. At long last Ron disturbed her thoughts and asked her if she was ready to leave.

"Sure," said Hermione, getting up from her seat and following Ron on his path towards the great Oak doors.

Draco got up from his chair in the speed of light and followed Hermione and Ron from a very far distance. He didn't know what he was doing, or why was he following them. He didn't even know what to expect or what to do, all he knew was that he wanted to know where they were going and what they were going to do. He walked slowly keeping an eye on the couple; they were holding hands and making their way outdoors. He followed them outside and stood on the steps, watching as they walked around the grounds. He stayed there for ten minutes and when he could no longer bear watching them together he stormed back into the castle, knocking down a sixth year student who was on her way to the grounds.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Vanessa, falling down on her bottom.

"Get out of my way," replied Draco looking down at her, "erm, I meant to say sorry," he added when he noticed how attractive she was.

"It's ok, I guess," replied Vanessa, mesmerized by his grey eyes.

"Need some help?" Draco asked, stretching out his hand towards her.

"Anytime," replied Vanessa, smiling as she took his hand. "Vanessa York," she added, introducing herself.

"Draco Malfoy, and the pleasure is mine," Draco said, gathering his most charming smile.

Vanessa blushed and followed him, mesmerized as he lead her inside the castle and towards the broom cupboard that was located near the stairs that lead to the dungeons.

"You know, there is a way I can think of, that would prove to you that I am very, very sorry for the pain I caused on your bottom," said Draco, smirking sexily.

"Oh, is there?" asked Vanessa, blushing feverishly.

Draco didn't reply, instead he pushed her inside the cupboard playfully, and placed his lips over hers, capturing her shocked mouth in a fiery kiss. He kicked the cupboard door closed with his foot and devoted his full attention to the beautiful girl in front of him. Images of black leggings and lavender sweaters, continuously drifting into his mind.

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Ginny was soaring through the sky, cutting through the endless eternity of bright blue heavens and few white clouds. She felt so relieved, so relaxed, so comforted, just sitting there on her broomstick and flying as if experiencing the exhilarating sensation for the first time in her life. She felt like nothing mattered when she flew, nothing could hurt her up here; Ginny felt like this sensation would last forever and nothing could ever disturb her.

"Hey Ginny, hold on a minute."

As always, she was wrong. When she heard his voice she pushed harder on her broom and soared higher; doing all she could to escape him, for at least a minute.

Two minutes later she felt him grab her groom and stop her in mid air. "Did you honestly think you could run away from me when I'm flying my Firebolt?" he asked in a cocky manner.

Ginny rolled her eyes in reply and asked what was it he wanted from her.

"Just your company, is it too much to ask?"

"Why are you so interested in my company all of a sudden Blaise? What are you hiding under your sleeve?"

"Nothing, honest. All I want is to spend more time with you."

"Wouldn't happen in a million years," smirked Ginny.

"You sound so sure of yourself. Do you honestly think you can deny me your attention much longer?" he asked, bringining his Firebolt closer to her broomstick. He then took his hand off her broom handle and placed it on her knee.

Ginny was unnerved by his touch, but when she realized he was no longer holding onto her broom she seized her moment and soared down towards the grounds faster than she's ever done before. Blaise quickly followed her, being lost for only a moment and caught her as she was trying to walk out of the Quidditch field. He grabbed her by her forearms and pushed her body against the fence gently.

"What is it you want Zabini?" she asked furiously.

"I told you the answer to that before, I want you; and I always get what I want."

"Well, you're not getting it this time. I would curse myself to death before I ever find myself with you."

"Why the harsh words?" asked Blaise, a sad puppy look on his face.

"Oh get over yourself, you know me and you will never happen." answered Ginny, rolling her eyes.

"Why not? What is it you fear?"

"I don't fear anything."

"Then why won't you give me a chance?" he asked.

"Because you're a git, and I don't date gits."

"Ouch," replid Blaise, a mock hurt expression on his face.

"You're a big boy, you'll get over it."

"I don't want to."

"Too bad."

"Merlin you're sexy when you're being a bitch"

Ginny just glared harder as she tried her hardest to get out of his grip, which proved to be to no avail.

"Zabini let go of me, I'm telling you nicely for the last time."

"Pfft, nicely," was Zabini's only remark, as he strengthened the grip on her arms and moved himself closer to her body.

"Zabini I'm warning you!" Shouted Ginny.

Blaise seemed to go momentarily deaf because he couldn't hear a word that came out of her beautiful mouth. He moved his face closer to hers, and bent down a little placing his lips over hers, in the most gentle fashion he could muster, considering all he felt for this girl was raw passion.

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"Fred and George said you'll figure the trophy out on you own when they replied to my owl," Ron held Hermione's hand and walked towards the Beech tree with her.

"I think I did. Thanks for asking them for me, again."

"Anytime Hermione, you know I'll do anything for you," With these words, he pulled out his wand and conjured a blanket. He used his wand to unfold it neatly underneath the tree and helped Hermione sit on it. He then took the seat by her.

"It's a beautiful weather," said Hermione, digging in the depths of her mind for a conversation starter.

"It is, but not as beautiful as you look today."

"Thanks," Hermione blushed crimson.

A silence followed her words. Ron was concentrating hard on anything around them that could distract him for long enough and Hermione was searching for the right way to say what she really wanted to. This lasted for five whole minutes; Ron finally got the nerve to approach the matter that has been bothering him since his date with the girl of his dreams the previous day.

"Why don't we work?" he asked bluntly.

"What do you mean Ronald?" Hermione answered with a question, pretending not know what he was talking about.

"Don't tell me you don't feel it too. You have to. Why don't we work? Why are we awkward around each other? Why is there no passion, no chemistry?" he asked, every word pricked pain into his heart.

"I don't know Ron. I really don't. I felt it too; I was just too scared to bring it up."

"I understand," said Ron thoughtfully. "But why do you think it is so?"

"Perhaps,"

"What?" asked Ron.

"Perhaps we're too close as friends," answered Hermione.

"I guess that makes sense," agreed Ron.

"But we shouldn't give up," encouraged Hermione. "We should just give it some time, maybe the awkwardness will go away."

"You're right, time might help," agreed Ron. His words were followed by another minute of silence.

"Well, you know what? We will never know until we try," sighed Ron as he scooped closer to Hermione. He then placed his hands on her fair face, and brought his lips down to hers; starting what he hoped to be a good awkwardness-free kiss.