HELLO. Thanks for all the reviews; there weren't much but still! First time writers get excited over little stuffs like this. :D Anyway, exams are nearing so I won't be really having time to think up stories too much soooo, this might be the last update for a very long time. Boohoo. I like writing! Ok, Imma go look for my Furor Poeticus after this; my brain's really being stretched to the limit!

The next morning, the cool autumn air drifted in through the open window of the dormitory. It was empty. I threw back the covers and climbed out. Shit, I wore my robes to sleep? Those creases will never be straightened.

As I pulled off my robes in front of the mirror, I heard the door click open and Ginny walked in. She hesitated as she spotted me but quickly regained her confidence and pulled a book from under Hermione's bed. "Good morning," I said as I grabbed clean clothes from my trunk and laid them on the bed as I hung up the crumpled robes. She just glared at me.

"Good morning? Betcha had a tiresome night romping around in empty classrooms with Malfoy did you," her voice was so disgustingly sweet, obviously pretend, it made me think twice about whether this was the real Ginevra Weasley I was talking to.

"What? We… We didn't kiss okay," I put my hands on my hips. Wasn't she the one who ruined the bloody kiss last night? How can she say we had a fucking romp when we didn't even kiss!

"Hmm, lips to lips, not kissing? Wonder what it is then, maybe Harry knows,"

"Fuck, what does Harry have to do with this!"

"I don't know maybe it's because he and Malfoy aren't exactly best buddies…"

"So? Just because Harry Potter doesn't like Draco, must I hate Draco too? He's not my fucking brain you know," Now I was getting irritated. What was this argument for? She's in no place to be angry at me; I should be the one angry, SHE ruined my first kiss.

Ginny stood up and stared at me incredulously, "So you're just hanging out with him just because he's THE Harry Potter, is that it!" She threw Hermione's book onto the bed.

"Bloody hell Ginny! What is your problem!? I am his friend, for real okay!" I threw the book off my bed.

"You're not being his friend by snogging his enemy are you?" Her hair looked like a fierce mane behind her.

"We didn't kiss! For the records, you and Michael barged in and spoiled the moment remember? Why do you care so much anyway?" I flung my arms around in frustration. I must've looked like a giant bird.

Ginny looked at me as if I had a zit the size of a fire engine on my face. "Well, if you haven't noticed, Gryffindors and Slytherins don't go as well together as butter and toast-"

"I bloody well know that!"

"Then why-"

"Oh my God Ginny, it's not YOUR business if we're together or not! It's not between the Gryffindors and Slytherins either! It's just between me and him! Back off!" Grabbing my clothes, I ran to the adjoining bathroom and locked myself in. Hearing a loud slam on the other side, I take off my crumpled uniform and stepped into the shower.

At the entrance to the Great Hall, I peeked in. The Gryffindors look normal. None of them were making their way over to the Slytherins to fight. Nope, guess the coast is clear. Walking in nervously, I looked for a seat.

Harry and Ron were staring daggers at me as I sat opposite them. "What?" I scooped scrambled eggs onto my plate and dug in. They gaped at me for a while. Then Ron opened his mouth to speak. I held up my hand, "If this is about Draco, shut up."

"But she said-"

"She said what?" I gave him a tired look and pushed my plate away and climbed out of my seat.

"So it's not true?" Harry asked quietly.

"Ask her for the facts of the matter, that lying shit," I grabbed a piece of toast and headed out of the library. I couldn't even eat my breakfast without a whiff of an argument wafting my way. I headed towards the library. I wanted to complete my History essay a.s.a.p. and the best place to get answers was the library.

Stuffing the last morsel of toast in my mouth, I pushed open the door of the library and made my way to the History section. It was completely empty except for a certain blonde boy seated at the corner of the aisle, scribbling into a messy piece of parchment.

"Draco?" I whispered as I approached him. His head snapped up immediately and a large grin formed on his thin usually-scowling lips. He patted a spot next to him on the floor and I sat down there, peering at the thick book on his lap. "Goblin Rebellions; the Essentials?" I stared at the ugly pictures of goblins dotting the page.

"Yeah, I've been looking for the answer to the essay theme for you," he flipped quickly and dust flew from the books. This book was obviously unloved. "There," he pointed to a blotchy little goblin with a short knife in one hand. "Barnabas the Blotchy."

"Blotchy?"

"Ch, yeah, stupid name innit?" (A/N: I couldn't think of anything else: )

He passed me the piece of parchment where he copied down the key points of the rebellion Barnabas started and stood up to put back the book in the shelf. Then he held his hand out for me. I grasped it firmly and he pulled me. His hand was rough, fingers calloused by quidditch training but still felt soft in a manly way when squeezed.

I just realised we've been standing there holding each other's hand and staring into each other's eyes only when Madam Pince came scurrying down the corridor and reprimanded us in whispers. "No canoodling in the library! Out!" And with that she shooed us out of the aisle and towards the door.

Draco held open the door for me as we stepped out of the library. As I looked at him to thank him, I realised the dark circles underneath his eyes. "When did you sleep last night Draco?"

"I didn't," he yawned. "I spent all night in the library looking for your essay answer."

I opened my mouth to protest but he interrupted, "So, wanna go for breakfast with me?" He put his hand on my shoulder to steer me towards the Great Hall.

"I just had mine, thank you," I tried turning towards the path to Gryffindor tower but his hands had a strong grip on me and he pushed me dominantly.

"S'okay, you can just sit with me," we were nearing the steps.

I struggled like a fish caught in a net and finally got free of his grip. "Have you heard what Ginny has been telling Harry & Ron?"

All at once, a dark look fell upon his face. "What did that Weasley girl say?"

"I dunno, but it involves us kissing which is totally untrue. She was the one who spoiled the moment too," I trailed off at the middle of the last sentence, just realizing what I said.

He scowled and walked down the stairs. I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me to give him a friendly hug. "Aww, c'mon I'll have breakfast with you everyday during the holidays if you want to."

"Mm," he pulled out of the hug and strode away.

End!

Oooh, I had this idea when I was in bed a few nights ago and I had to scramble in the dark for my book light and notebook to scribble down the idea. Haha, and from then I wrote none stop… D:

Okay I'm having Patrick Aspbury Obsession right now so I'm kinda getting distracted sooo… Please keep on reading okay! Next chapter will be up soon. I hope. D: