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A/N: Well, here's my chapter. Sorry it took so long to get out but I kept changing things. Hermisia Draco has read and betaed my chapter to fit and for grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy this. Remember: I'm writing the Draco/Ginny parts and Hermisia is writing the Hermione/Snape parts. Please, read and review. We live off reviews. Thanks in advance.

CHAPTER SIX

It's Hard To Forget the Past

"Harry," she gasped.

"Caught you," he whispered with a smirk, his emerald eyes gleamed mischievous under his black wire glasses. "I saw you run off earlier so I figured I'd wait for you to come back. But you were gone for more then an hour so I decided to go after you. Wouldn't want you to get into any trouble. You know… with the new professor." He kissed her softly, moaning against her lips as he slowly deepened the kiss.

He pressed her against the wall, letting her feel his erection. It all felt to Déjà vu for her, as it seemed like only seconds ago that Draco had her in the same position. No, she thought, Draco was better; he never let the passion stall. She felt him kiss her neck and she let him. It would be a good cover if Draco left any marks.

She closed her eyes and groaned. Harry lifted her, fitting himself in the V of her legs, and ground against her. That certainly brought the passion back. She felt Harry's tongue in her cleavage. When did he get so skilled? She wondered. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on her breast. She didn't even realize that he had taken off her shirt. She ran her hand through his long silver blonde hair… "Draco?" She whispered

Her eyes snapped open. How could she have gotten that mixed up? She heard a noise and looked over Harry's shoulder. Standing there was the Prince of Slytherin. His silver eyes brimmed with emotion. Could it be that Draco Malfoy actually had feelings?

"What did you say?" Harry asked drawing his eyebrows together.

"I said 'darling'… what's so wrong with that?" she asked, not feeling any ounce of nonchalant that was portrayed on her face.

"Oh nothing, I thought you said something else… that's all," he replied kissing her.

"I should go," Ginny said as she slowly pulled herself from Harry's grasp.

"Ok," he said, letting her go with a quick squeeze of her hand, "But we need to talk about us." Ginny just nodded as she walked into the common room. She turned and looked at him on last time, his lips moving… "Ginny, Ginnnnny, GINVERA."

"WHAT!" she shouted, jerking her head up and looking around… wondering who was out to destroy her eardrums.

"Gosh, Ginny, I was just telling you that it was late and maybe you should get to bed."

Ginny growled to herself. Leave it to Ron to snap her out of a daydream and one about his best friend nonetheless. She shook her head, trying to shake that night out of her head, "I'm sorry, Ron, I have a lot on my mind lately."

"I can see that. Listen, if you ever need to talk," her brother said, turning red and looking down into her expecting eyes, "Hermione is there."

"Wow, Ron, I really feel our brother/sister connection right now."

"I'm sorry, Ginny… you know I'm no good at these kind of things," he replied, scratching the back of his head nervously. "I love you, Ginny, and I know me and Hermione aren't really on good terms but she is great to talk to. I just wish she would talk to me." He sighed running his hands through his shaggy red hair and started to walk to the boys' dormitory.

"Ron wait," she called, watching him turn slowly and not missing the quick wipe of his tears. "I love you, too, big bro… you will find the right girl, ok?" She ran and gave him a long bear hug.

"Can I get one of those?" a voice asked behind her. She turned to see who was the cheeky bastard who ruined a good family moment.

"Way to ruin the moment, Harry," she rolled her eyes.

"The question still stands," he grinned holding out his arms, "and maybe a kiss while you're at it?"

"You do realize I'm still standing here," Ron said, crossing his arms over his chest. Ginny watched as his muscles bunched against his sleeves. When did he get so muscular? She wondered.

Harry just shrugged at Ron. "It's worth a try. I mean, how often do you get a hug from the prettiest girl in all of Gryffindor?"

Ginny laughed at the look on Ron's face. "Only Gryffindor… not all of Hogwarts?" she asked with a hurt voice.

"Really, Mate, this is my sister." Ron pulled Harry towards the boy's dorm but seeing that he wouldn't budge until Ginny hugged him, he threw his hands up in exasperation. "For God's sake, Ginny, give the man a hug." She walked over and gave him a chaste hug.

She turned and went toward the girls' rooms not missing the shot down face on Harry and Ron's snort. She really had to clear her head she thought. When she got to her bed she thought she would go for a walk. However, remembering what happen last time she wanted to go for a walk, she decided against it. Maybe Ron was right… maybe she should go and talk to Hermione. After all, she is a girl. She would understand… right? Some how Ginny really doubted it but it was worth a try. She changed into her favorite pink pajamas and made her way to the head girl room.

Draco punched the wall in his room. Not on speaking terms huh? He thought. Well they certainly weren't talking. It's kind of hard to talk when someone's tongue was in your mouth. Why did he care so much anyway? She was a Weasley. Not mention how annoying it was that he still had that damn night on his mind even after three days. I need a drink. He looked around the room, spying a full bottle of fire whiskey on his dresser. He walked over and pulled the cap off and, taking a long drink, he sank to the ground, pounding his chest. He ran his hands through his long blonde hair, wondering to himself how he got in this predicament. Every time he thought of her, he got hard… and then angry. He did not know what pissed him off more. The fact that he wanted her or the fact that she chose Potter over him. Everything reminded him of her. Every time he saw red, he thought of her hair and how her soft tresses felt on his face. Not to mention that even the slightest hint of her perfume made him want to run up and down the hall looking for her. Let's not forget her laugh. Every time he heard her laugh, he wanted to go and sit next to her and laugh with her. Did he even know how to laugh, or smile as a matter of fact? Draco shook his head. Worrying about smiling should be last on his list. Hell, Weasley should be at the bottom of his list. But damnit, she did this to him. He took another drink of the whiskey, coughing as it went down. I am going to need a cold shower again, he thought. He knew he shouldn't waste his time. He had had a hard on for the past few days because of the redhead. He smirked as he thought about all the rumors that were always said about him… that not only was he a sex god but that he was always ready. He gritted his teeth… this must be a new form of torture. He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost did not hear the knock on his door.

"Who is it?" he asked angrily, twisting his neck to see the time. He snorted to himself. At this time of night, he most certainly was not looking forward to who ever was behind his door.

"Professor Snape," the voice drawled from behind the door.

Draco groaned to himself. What does he want? He got up and dragged his feet to the door, pushing various objects out of his way. He opened it and let the Professor in, not missing the look of distaste on the Professor's face as he looked over the room. "I apologize for the mess. I wasn't expecting company." Snape over-looked his comment and just turned to stare at him. His eyes fell to the dark mark on Draco's bicep and his lips curled up in disgust. Draco noticed the direction of his stare and arched his eyebrows in mocked shock, "Bring back old memories?"

"Hardly, perhaps for you?" Snape sneered, satisfied by seeing the grimace on the younger man's face. "What have you been up to, Draco?"

"What do you mean, Sir?" Draco asked in confusion, pinching the bridge of his nose and deciding a drink wouldn't hurt. "Would you like a drink?" Snape nodded. Draco felt his dark eyes on him as he walked over to a small cabinet on the wall and pull out two crystal cups. He motioned for Snape to take a seat and handed him a drink. Plopping down in the seat across from him, Draco took a gulp from him cup, wondering where this was leading. He twirled the cup between his hands and looked up at Snape expectantly. Draco noticed that the potions master waited until he drank before taking a sip of his own drink.

"I saw you leaving the old potion classroom a few nights ago," Snape said taking a long sip of his drink he leaned forward to look Draco into the eyes. "And I said to myself now what would Draco Malfoy be doing in an unused classroom at 3 am? So, tell me, Draco, what were you doing?" Noting the unease on Draco's face, Snape could tell he struck a nerve.

"Nothing," he said with a shrug, downing his cup. He reached over and poured himself another. Judging by the scorn on the Professor's face, that was not the answer he had wanted.

"Are you helping Death Eaters again Draco?" Snape asked softly. Draco knew soft from this man was dangerous, but his blood was pumping… how dare he ask him that.

"And what reason would I have to do that, Godfather?" Draco scoffed.

"That is for you to tell me," Snape replied simply ignoring Draco's small stab and downed his drink.

Draco swallowed a couple times. He finished his cup and refilled both his and Snape's, "Those people are the reason my mother is dead. They are the reason I am an outcast. They have brought me nothing but pain and embarrassment. But you, of all people, should know this." Draco threw a look of contempt at Snape. "What could I possibly gain from helping them?"

"Then what do you do down there?" Snape asked curiously, "I need to know so that I can defend you if you are caught by anyone other then me."

"I go there…" Draco started, pausing and taking another drink of whiskey, not willing to tell his godfather he went there to cry. "I go there to think."

Snape stayed quiet for a few minutes studying his drink. Draco watched as he finished it in one gulp. Snape cleared his throat and stood from his chair. He walked over to him, patted his shoulder, and then turned and left the room.

The tears fell before Draco could stop them. He knew his Godfather would understand, but he knew it is hard to swallow the truth. Draco sighed and drank some more. Sometimes, he thought, it's hard to forget the past.

"You called for me Minevra?" Snape asked the hunched figured of a woman. When did she start to hunch, he wondered.

"Ah, Severus, yes, sorry, I lost track of time," she said straighting her back.

"How can I be of service?" He asked.

"No need for formalities, Severus," she said looking over and pointing to a chair for him to sit. "I have a question from the order." She stopped and looked out the window, studying the falling rain. "Do you think Draco Malfoy would be interested in joining the order?" she asked finally, holding her breath. Even after knowing the man for many years, she still was unsure how he would react.

"Do you really think they would accept him?" Snape asked in shock.

"It would take some time, but we need a new double agent… seeing as you will no longer do it," Minerva shrugged.

"And what about young Master Potter?" He asked softly studying the woman before him.

"He'll get over it." Snape stared at her wondering if he had heard her right or not. Minevra took in his expression of surpise, "Draco Malfoy's father escaped from Azkaban a few days ago. I was wondering if he knew anything about it or if he had any plans to join him again?"

"I highly doubt it," Snape replied. "He didn't take the lost of his mother too well and the only reason he did Voldemort's biding was because the Dark Lord held his family over his head."

"Very well… but we need his memories, Severus," she whispered. "He very well could know who would step in Voldemort's place but he might not know it."

Severus nodded. He stood and turned to leave. "I will bring him as soon as I can figure out a spell to draw out his lost memories."

"Oh and one more thing," Minevra called after him. "We need Ginvera Weasley also.

"Then may I suggest you get Professor O'Neil," he sneered. "Seeing as she is Miss Weasley's Head of House." Severus turned and stormed out the door.

The door opened before Ginny could knock. "Hey," she said to a shocked Hermione. "Can we talk?"

"Sure come in," Hermione said. Taking in Ginny's blood shot eyes and dark shadows, it was obvious that the girl was not sleeping enough. Ginny walked into the Head Girl's room and sat down on her bed. "So what's up?" Hermione asked following her to the bed, straightening out the sheets.

"Harry," the younger girl replied. She twisted her red curls into a loose bun and leaned back against the headboard.

"Oh, yes, I've been meaning to congratulate you. I heard about you two getting back together," Hermione said twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right," Ginny said sitting upright. "Harry and I are certainly not back together. He did ask me but I told him I needed more time."

"Well, guess the horse was wrong this time," Hermione quipped, laughing at the confused face on Ginny.

"What horse told you that?" Ginny asked confused. "And why were you talking to a horse?"

"It's a muggle phrase. You know?" Hermione tried to explain. Ginny shook her head no. "Straight from the horse's mouth?"

"It still doesn't explain why you were talking to a horse," Ginny stated staring at the other girl as if she had lost her bonkers.

"The horse is Harry," Hermione said laughing, "I was saying that he was spreading false information."

Ginny just stared at her. "It is way too late for riddles, my girl."

Hermione threw her head back and laughed. "I guess this would be a bad time to mention that it was also said that you wanted to have his babies as well."

"I want to what?" Ginny exclaimed, covering her face with her hands. "Please tell me he did not say that."

"Ok, I won't," Hermione shrugged, smirking at the look of horror on her friends face. She patted the redhead's back reassuringly.

Ginny growled deep in her throat. "I can't believe he is saying all these things. I'm going to kill him." She shook her head. "What happen to the old Harry?"

"He stated thinking with his head," Hermione said. "You know… the one beneath his belt."

The two girls burst out laughing at that one. Ginny grabbed one of Hermione's pillows and threw it behind her head. "What have we done to the poor boys?"

"Nothing, it's just their hormones," Hermione answered, nodding her head up and down. "And the fact that we have nothing in common with them."

"I hate the fact that he feels that he has to save me all the time," Ginny said rolling her eyes. "I'm a big girl now. I can take care of myself." Ginny stood up and began to pace the room. "You know what? He tells me he loves me one day and the next day he doesn't want to be seen with me."

"Well, I suppose he has his reasons," Hermione defended, but for the life of her, couldn't think of a reason at the moment.

"Don't do that," Ginny said as she shook her head. "Don't defend him. I don't throw Ron at you."

"He does a good job of that himself," Hermione grumbled. "Besides, Harry really loves you. I think he's finally gotten over the whole 'hide her away from the world' thing."

"And Ron doesn't love you?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows raised. "How is Harry and me different then you and Ron?"

Hermione was stumped. She knew there was a difference, but frankly, the way the boys have been behaving lately, it didn't seem so. "Alright, I won't defend Harry if you stop bringing up Ron. I know he is your brother and all but please, just don't."

Ginny walked over and gave Hermione a hug. "I won't, I promise but, one more thing." She wondered if it was right to say staring the older girl in the eyes. "I have been thinking of setting Luna and Ron up together." Hermione looked up at her sharply. Great, Ginny thought, Hermione is really going to give it to me now.

"My God, Ginny," Hermione exclaimed. "That's a brilliant idea. You know, I have been wondering how I could get him off my back." She grabbed the other girls face and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

Ginny smiled. "You know, you will still have to talk to him. He loved you Hermione…. a lot." She took the older girls hand and pulled her down next to her. "You broke him… fix him. Don't leave him like he is. I love you both and I want both of you to be happy."

Hermione looked down to the hand squeezing hers, "I know it's just…" Hermione paused, trying to collect her thoughts. Finally, she sighed and looked up at the other girl. "Now, tell me the real reason your in here looking like you haven't slept in weeks." Hermione moved a loose strand of hair from Ginny's face, "And don't tell me its Harry because I have seen you stressing over him before and you never looked like this."

"Oh, its just, you know, all the school work and stuff… all that homework." She tucked the rest of the hair around her face behind her ears nervously, hoping Hermione would take her half ass explanation.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're a horrible liar?" Hermione snorted. "Now, tell me who he is because you never get that look when you talk about Harry." She grabbed the younger girl's hands to stop her from tucking her hair behind her again.

"What look?" Ginny asked confused.

"The 'Oh My God someone is on to us' look," Hermione replied.

Ginny looked down at her lap. It was now or never. "Draco Malfoy." She twisted her hands nervously and went to tuck her hair again but caught herself. She steeled herself, ready for the yelling to come.

"Come again? I didn't quite hear you," Hermione said, sitting very still. "I want to make sure I heard the name I thought I heard." She watched the younger girl squirm.

Ginny swallowed a couple times. "Draco Malfoy." She stood up and started to pace back and forth in the room. "I don't know how it happened but it just did," she practically shouted. She turned and looked at Hermione expecting fireworks. However, the older girl surprised her by standing up and placing a silencing charm on the room. Damn, Ginny thought, Hermione is really going to give me a lecture. She watched as Hermione sat back down on the bed and looked her over.

"Ok," Hermione said, tapping her pursed lips with her fingers. Ginny stared at her in shock.

"That's it?" Ginny asked. "Not… what the hell are you thinking? Don't you remember his father almost got you killed your first year? What about the lecture on how evil he is and an ex death eater? Or even, he is the ferret… do you know what will happen if your brother finds out?"

"I'm sure you have asked yourself these questions and possibly a ton more," Hermione shrugged. "What's the point of repeating them? I mean, you are a big girl now, Ginny… old enough to make your own decisions. But I have to admit something… I can't wait for your brother to find out. The look on his face will be priceless."

"Oh my God," Ginny exclaimed jumping up and slapping Hermione's arm. "You better not tell him… or Harry. The last thing I need is for Ron to try and duel him."

"You know I won't. To tell you the truth, I have always thought Malfoy was cute. He does have a great arse," Hermione said with an evil grin. She calmed down a bit before asking her next question. "How did all this get started?"

"I don't know. I guess it all really started when I found him in the old potions classroom crying," Ginny shrugged.

Hermione just stared at her. "Man, this is getting better and better by the minute. Malfoy crying? Wow. I never thought I would live to see the day."

"It's no joking matter Hermione," Ginny sighed. "He was really hurting."

"So, you guys talked?" Hermione asked.

"Well… for a few minutes," Ginny replied sheepishly.

"What did you do for the rest of the time?" Hermione questioned.

"Kiss."

"Spare me the details," Hermione pretended to gag. "Now, go to bed. You look like a firebolt ran you over." Ginny laughed as she left the room. It sure did feel good to get things off her chest.

Draco woke up late in the day. How long have I been sleeping? He thought. He rolled off his bed and stretched. I need a bath. He reached down to grab the bottle he had spied under his bed but when he brought it up to his lips, he noticed it was empty. How much did I drink last night? Well, at least he still had one in the Head bathroom. He shook his head and quickly realized that that was a bad decision… it felt like someone had crucio his head. He stripped off all his clothes and tied his hair up. His muscles felt tense and heavy so he dropped to the floor and proceeded to do push-ups. He felt his arms loosen up after about a hundred, so he go to his feet and did lunges around the room. After exercising, the muggle way, and taking a sip of the sober up potion, he was feeling much better. Now, for that bath he mused as he looked at the clock and saw that it was four in the afternoon. Well, it was enough time to take a bath and get some homework done before dinner.

Ginny rolled the kink out of her shoulder that started because she had been hunched over the same parchment for the last hour and still only had half of it done. She sat up straight and sighed. What she wouldn't do for a nice long hot bath. She hated going to the prefect's bathroom because the mermaid always stared at her. And there was no way she would be using the common bathroom because she wanted a little privacy. Maybe she could ask Hermione to use hers. She had heard that there was a secret bathroom just for the Head Boy and Girl… a sort of perk for those that deserved it. Now, where was that girl? She spotted Hermione sitting in a chair in a corner. She was reading. Now why didn't that surprise her? "Hey Hermione?"

"Yes?" she answered without looking up.

"Could I use the head bathroom? I need some alone time and a nice warm bath," Ginny asked.

Hermione looked up from her book. "Sure, Gin. The password is 'squeaky clean.'"

"Got it and you rock… did I ever tell you that?" Ginny gave her a quick hug and ran off to get some clothes to change into after her bath. As she neared the bathroom door a hand grabbed her shoulder. Turning she saw a huffing and puffing Hermione.

"Hey, listen… when you go in go to the statue of a sea serpent and say the word peace. Follow the corridor… there's a surprise at the end. Squeaky clean," Hermione said to the picture of mermaids and pushed Ginny into the bathroom. "Have fun."

Ginny shook her head as she watched the older girl walk away and wondered what that was all about. She walked over to the sea serpent. "Peace." She watched in amazement as the statue moved to reveal the corridor Hermione had mentioned. Well, here goes nothing she thought, as she made her way down the long hallway.

"Where the hell is it?" Draco screamed, throwing a stack of bathrobes across the room.

"Really now, do you know how hard the house elves work to clean this bathroom?" the painting of an old man asked him.

"Shut up," Draco muttered, rolling his eyes. He tapped his wand against his forehead wondering where he could have left it.

"If you're looking for that bottle you left here," the painting said, "it's in the private bathing chamber of the Head Boy and Girl… not that I should be helping you."

Draco slapped his head with his hand. How did he forget that? He went over to a statue of a mermaid sitting on a rock and whispered the password. "Peace." He smiled as the statue slid over to reveal a slim passageway. It has been a while since he had a nice long soak and today was a good day for one if any. As he neared the entrance to the bath, he pulled his black pants down and threw them over his shoulder. He had every intention of just jumping in and relaxing. He threw his pants onto a chair by the door on his way to the bath. He closed his eyes and slid in… enjoying the feel of the warm water on his muscles. He moaned as the little jets of water massaged his lower back. This was heaven, he thought, as he placed a spell on himself to keep floating and before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Ginny watched as a naked Draco Malfoy slid into her bath. The audacity of the man! She had the right mind to go over there and tell him to get out until Draco let out a soft snore. Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes. Looking around for a towel, she had decided it was time to get out. After all, Draco did have more of a right to be there then she did. Spotting her towel on a chair next to the lion statue she came through, she slowly stood to step out.

"Ginny."

Ginny froze, did he just call her name. She turned slowly to face him, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing that he was still asleep. Her eyebrows brunched together in confusion. Why did he just say her name? Stepping out the warm bath, she walked over to the chair with her towel. She noticed that this bathroom was the perfect mixture of all the houses. She would put her last galleon on the fact that each statue was attached to every house. Wrapping her towel around her body and taking a quick glance at Draco, who was snoring considerably louder now, she decided that there would be no harm to look around. She walked over to the statue of the badger... the Hufflepuff mascot. She ran her hand along the head of the statue. Using her fingers, she traced the lines of the fur in the cold ebony marble. The amber eyes of the statue gleamed at her. She pushed the gems and gasped in shock as the statue's mouth opened revealing a small-engraved black plaque.

Illa belong in Hufflepuff, Qua they es iustus quod fidelis. Illud patiens Hufflepuffs es verus Quod unafraid of laboro.

"These belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil," she translated aloud. So that's where the sorting hat got its quote from, she mused. Spinning around she eyed the Bald eagle statue a few feet away. Walking over, she studied the bronze statue. The eagle wings were held up high like the picture on their badges. In the midst of flight, she realized. Staring into its sapphire eyes, she wondered if it did the same as the badger. She pushed one of the eagles gem eyes, but instead of a plaque, emerging from the mouth like the badger, a small bronze plaque emerged from the top of the eagle's head.

Sapiens vetus Ravenclaw, Si you've a promptus mens Qua es illud of lepor lepos quod eruditio Mos usquequaque reperio suum pius.

"Wise old Ravenclaw, If you've a ready mind. Where are those of wit and learning Will always find their kind," Ginny whispered taking in the perfection of the eagle. I can't wait to tell Hermione about this, she thought. Oh, she is going to be so jealous that I found it first. Rushing over to the Lion statue to run off and tell her, a thought hit her. Looking up at the statue of the Lion, she pushed its ruby eye. A small gold plaque emerged from the place where the lion's heart would be. She was about to read the plaque when someone startled her.

"What, may I ask, are you doing here?" a voice said behind her. Whirling around she lost her balance only to fall right smack into Draco's chest. His long arms wrapped around her, steadying her. Sighing in content, she rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying how comfortable he felt. "Um Ginny…" he murmured in to her hair. Ginny shuddered when he swept the hair from her face running a hand down her shoulder, his fingers softly grazing her breast. Feeling her face redden, she realized that she was no longer wearing her towel. It must have fallen off when she turned around. Looking down she saw it, pooled around her feet. Draco noticed the direction she was looking at and smirked when he saw her towel. Closing his eyes, he bent down and retrieved it. Without opening his eyes, he handed her the towel and, turning around, left the bathroom… leaving a very confused Ginny behind.

Draco stormed into his room. Damn her! I thought I had finally found some peace. Why the hell did she have to be there wearing nothing but a towel? He cursed and pulled a pair of charcoal trousers on. Pulling on a black tank top he found in one of his drawers, he cursed to himself. He then threw on a black button down and looked around for his firewhiskey. Damn, he never brought it from the bathroom. His stomach grumbled, causing the corner of his lips to turn down. Well, at least he could still make dinner. Quickly throwing on black socks and shoes, he hurried down to the Great Hall.

Ginny had told Hermione about the statues the minute she entered the other girl's room. Of course Hermione wanted to go check it out right away, but Ginny quickly shot that idea down saying she was hungry. Hermione only agreed to go eat when her stomach growled at the thought of food.

They noticed that Harry and Ron were not in the Great Hall… for reasons they didn't know and were in no hurry to find out. Ginny laughed as she watched Hermione load her plate with two helpings of everything. "What? I'm hungry," Hermione shrugged and dug into her food. Ginny filled her plate but with only one helping of everything, except the mash potatoes. No one made them like her mother and she had learned the best way not to be disappointed was not to bother eating anyone else's.

Looking over to the Slytherin table, she noticed Draco wolfing down a plate twice the size as Hermione's. His long hair pulled back in a braid, giving him a very aristocratic look. His long slim nosed and sharp jaw fit his face perfectly. She watched as Pansy Parkinson leaned over and whispered something into his ear. Jealously surged through her veins as she shot the girl a death look with her eyes. Draco looked up at her, his eyebrows scowled, with contempt. If it weren't for the amusement in his eyes she would have believed him.

She looked over to Hermione who had stopped eating. She was staring dreamy-eyed in the direction of the teacher's table. Ginny scanned the area for any students she thought was worth Hermione Granger's time. Following the other girls line vision she landed on Professor Snape. No, that couldn't be right. There was no way her best friend, a Gryffindor, was in love with Snape… the head of the Slytherin. She watched as Hermione's eyes followed him as he walked over to Draco. "Careful Hermione," she whispered into the other girl's ear, "Drool doesn't do well with potions."

Hermione shook her head and stared at the redhead. "Well, neither do weasels and ferrets," Hermione retorted turning beat red. Ginny just threw her head back and laughed.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked this chapter. Please, read and review. The next chapter will be Hermisia Draco's.