Flashback:

"Because you are the Heads. Congratulations."

He never imagined to say or write this.
Ginny?

Just one more problem. Michael Corner.

"This has gotta be a joke," Draco muttered, partly annoyed at the fact that now he just had to spend time with the Gryffindor Princess.

"Go on and keep telling yourself that, Malfoy," the Gryffindor said. "Let us see if that will ever come true."

Draco smirked. "It almost seems like you like my amazing company, Granger."

"I wouldn't think twice of ditching you for the Giant Squid, Malfoy, so don't flatter yourself," Hermione scoffed.

"Did you know that a million girls would do anything to be with me, hmm?" Draco said, his tone mocking.

"Unfortunately, I'm not in that list of yours, Ferret." The couch she was sitting on moved abruptly, making her fall into the ground with a yelp. Minerva McGonagall's voice echoed through their premises.

"Ms. Granger, I have warned you of using that name. Behave civilly. By tomorrow, I expect that you would be in first name terms, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco's triumphant smirk faded when he'd heard his name.

"Great, now I'd have to call you by your first name!" he said, disgruntled.

"I don't see why it's so hard," Hermione mumbled. Draco seemed to be thinking hard, his brow furrowed and lips pressed together in concentration. She watched him, bemused. He certainly did look handsome while he looked thoughtful.

"You know, you could stop ogling at me now," Draco said, a smirk evident on his features.

Hermione turned beet red. "I – I wasn't ogling at you! Oh, wipe that smirk off your face! Or else… or else…"

"Or else, what?" he challenged, a tad afraid of what the girl was saying.

"Or else I'll wipe it off for you!" she yelled. His eyes widened, and then narrowed. He made sure his smirk was intact and asked, "And how, may I ask, will you do that?"

Hermione swore she saw a flicker of something she couldn't quite describe in his eyes. Anger? Fear? Lust? Love? But it disappeared as soon as it came.

"I don't know, you tell me," she said softly. She leaned in, and Draco's eyes were shut, his eyelashes looking nice and long. "Draco," she whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver. "Told you I would wipe that smirk off your face."

!i!

Potions really suck, Blaise thought. Who would care if you make Draught of Living Death instead of Draught of Sleep? Both'll make you shut your eyes, same difference.

"Mr. Zabini, what do you think you are doing," Professor Snape asked. "Are you trying to fail Potions on purpose?"

"No, sir," he answered smoothly. "I just turned to the wrong page. Sorry."

"You, Weasley, Potter and Longbottom will have extra Potions with me, eight o' clock, every Saturday," he said.

"W-what?" Blaise sputtered. "B-but, sir…"

"I know you are a competent potions-maker, Blaise," the professor said. "Your mother is enough proof, as it is." Blaise's fists clenched at his sides.

"Is that an insult, professor?" he asked, the anger unmistakable in his voice. Sure his mother had more husbands then usual, all of them ending up dead, leaving their fortune with her, but no one has the right to insult her. Especially in front of Blaise Zabini, her son.

"It's whatever you want it to be," Snape said, dismissing the topic. "Go on, Blaise, to your next class, you'll be late."

Trying to leave as politely as he can, Blaise walked out, muttering a string of curse words as he went.

!i!

"Come on, team! We can do this!" Harry yelled to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, consisting of himself, Jimmy Peakes, Ginny and Ron Weasley, Jack Sloper, Richie Coote, Demelza Robins and Natalie McDonald. They were at practice, which was going pretty swell, if he could say so himself. The only problem was nerves. Everybody was nervous. Even Harry, who had the least reason to be nervous, was. Ginny sensed this, she didn't want to lose, but she didn't want to not have fun. That was her opinion of Quidditch, fun and fulfilling.

"Harry," she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "We can do this. Relax. It's just practice." At hearing Ginny's voice, he relaxed a bit.

"I know… it's… it's just hard to think that there's a possibility to lose," Harry confessed. "You see—" He didn't say much after that, because Ginny's lips came crashing down on his. No one dared to break them apart. Not even Ron.

!i!

"What do you think is goin' on there, Red?" Blaise asked Ginny as he 'accidentally' sat beside her, with Harry on the other side, nonetheless. He was talking about the crowd forming around the bulletin board.

"I don't know, Vain Italian," she said, almost annoyed. "I got an idea! Why don't you go there and look as Harry and I stay here and wait for you to come back?" Blaise merely smirked. He sat back on the bench, and looked at the crowd, as if deciding if he'd go or not.

"Nah," he said casually. "I'm sure Harry here won't mind, would he?"

"Actually, Zabini," Harry said, standing up. "I would. Get. Away. From. My. Girlfriend." He put emphasis on the last word. Blaise shrugged, the smirk just growing bigger.

"Girlfriend? Is that what you are, Red?" he asked, smiling now. "I didn't know."

"Well, you know now," the amber-haired Weasley said. "So, please go."

"Blaise?" Daphne Greengrass' voice called out. "There you are. I've been looking for you." Her pretty face twisted to a sneer as she saw the redhead beside her boyfriend. Ginny looked flustered and looked away. Blaise didn't even move.

"Hi, honey," Blaise said, standing up to wrap his arms around the elder Greengrass. "I'm sorry that I didn't go to you. Crowd, you see." It was true. The crowd was so thick, you couldn't walk through it without being bumped, hit and get lightheaded. Daphne stared at Blaise's almost-violet eyes and drowned. "Forgive me?" he asked.

"Of course," she said, forgetting everything as Blaise's lips connected with hers.

A shriek was clear throughout the hallway. "Oh my God," Hermione yelled. "Where did you get that?" she asked a third year.

"Bulletin board," she answered nonchalantly, until she saw who she was talking to. "You're the girl in the picture! Hermione Gra—" The Head Girl desperately clamped her hand over the girl's mouth, but it was too late.

"What the bloody hell," Draco yelled, "is this?"

A/N

Me: Oh. Yeah. This is one suckish chapter. Clearing things up... I'll tell you the couple-y facts:

Draco, always the bachelor, is not 'dating' anyone, in his opinion.

Hermione and Ron are a thing.

Ginny's with Harry (duh?)

Blaise's with Daphne Greengrass (duh, again)

Cho/MCorner

Colin likes Cho.

Pansy: Draco's dating ME!

Draco: Uh, no, I'm not, Pansy.

Pansy: I am!

Draco: You will be my girlfriend-

Pansy: HA!

Draco: -when hell freezes over.

Blaise: Oooohhh!

*everyone stares at him*

Blaise: Go Lebron! Woohoo!

FML. :)

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