Chapter Two

What an idiot.

GInny and Draco spun to see Harry Potter standing in the door way to the green house. Ginny moved closer to Draco and his arms tightened around her. Harry was not alone. Albert Raydance, a tall beefy looking fifth year and Oliver Cotell, a weasely little forth year, escorted him.

Ron and Hermione arrived, flanking Draco and his beloved.

"Jumping the gun a bit are you?" Ron snarled. For as many misgivings as he had about his little sister dating his best mate, he would have died before seeing her be a pawn in Harry's game.

"To the best of my knowledge she hasn't spoken three civil words to you since you met a year ago." Hermione chimed in, sharing Ron's veiws.

Harry waved one hand, dismissing this. "That really doesn't matter."

Draco felt Ginny's skin go rough beneath his hands. Ginny was changing shape. He squeezed her arm and she relaxed, realizing she was close to revealing her secret.

"I think it does matter." Hermione objected, ever the voice of reason. "If you try anything without her consent, that's sexual assault and that's an Azkaban crime."

Ron looked down at Hermione with pride, his look saying this one is mine.

Harry looked over the two of them disgustedly. "You two are pathetic."

His green eyes returned to Ginny, casually summing her up like a prize turkey. Ginny sneered insolently at him. Draco tightened his arms protectively around his catch. Most guys would unthinkingly hand their girl over to the Mighty Boy Who Lived. Draco had been raised differently. His mother and soon to be step father had gone to great pains to instill in him the fact that a woman was not a possession. Ginny wasn't merely his girl, she was THE girl. Looking at her now, he knew that. He would never give any girl into the clutches of this creep, but he knew he would never as long as he lived, let this boy anywhere near his love as long as he could stop him.

Harry sneered. "Guess you didn't hear the good news, pet."

"I'm not your pet," Ginny growled in a voice about an octave below her normal pitch. Luckily Harry didn't notice. Only six people knew about Ginny's Animangus talent and Ginny rather hoped to keep it that way.

Draco gently nipped her ear and she turned her beautiful smile upon him.

"Excuse me," Harry growled. Ginny and Draco returned thier gazes back to him, thier eyes saying 'what do you want now?'

"As I was saying," He purred, all manners again. "I have good news."

Ginny sighed. "You aren't going to make me guess are you? I'm really bad at it."

Harry smiled indulgently and Ginny felt like she was going to throw up. "I'm coming to your school this fall."

Draco raised a perfect eyebrow. "They let you in? I'll have to have a talk with Dumbledore."

Hermione looked down at him. "I rather suspect you'll get along well with Professor Snape. You're both oily haired gits."

Harry sneered at her. "Better than being bushy haired."

Ron snarled and started forward, but Draco beat him to it. He lazily arched out an arm and caught Harry in the jaw. Harry fell, shocked. He touched his bleeding lower lip then looked at Draco.

Draco shrugged in a nonchalant manner, but his eyes said other wise. "No body insults a lady in my presense. Keep that in mind."

Harry surged to his feet. "I won't forget this Malfoy."

Draco looked nonplussed. "You would reach an all time low if you did. Ta Harry."

Harry snarled silently and stalked from the room, running into the glass door on his way out.

"What an idiot." Ron, Draco, Hermione and GInny muttered in unison.