I'm really sorry it took me quite a while to update, I'm in the middle of exams at the moment and have decided to attempt to pass some of them :- )

I know this is quite short, but please R and R and I promise the next chapter will be much longer.

The weary sun took its time over dying that evening, throwing spreading colours across the sky. The luminous streaks of gold entranced Ginny, she crept out of her dormitory to gaze up at the sunset. Tipping her head back, she leant against the wall of the castle, and let the breeze play with strands of her hair.

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the world for few precious moments, despite an annoying feeling that someone was watching her.

Ginny glanced around her without appearing to; under half closed eyelids and yet drew a blank. The shadows flooding the grounds still retained their secrets, and a chill crept into the evening air. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around her and headed for the door.

High above, in the Astronomy Tower a figure watched the read head basking in the golden light that touched her hair and turned it to pure amber. As Ginny retreated from the encroaching darkness and hurried inside, the figure leant back from the wall and sighed. There were grooves in his palm from where he had been clutching the gritty stone, and yet he did not notice. He drew his cloak tighter about him and sat in the shadow of the battlements gazing up at the frosty stars that winked down at him.

Blaise shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He knew he liked Ginny, that was obvious, but the fact remained that Malfoy had also set his sights on her. He had laughed so hard when Malfoy had tasted his first ever defeat, tears had flowed from his eyes, but what if Ginny only wanted to be chased?

After all, she did appear to be the only girl in the entire school who was not madly in love with Draco, even Hermione Granger was reputed to sigh his name in her sleep. And another thing, he was a Slytherin. The Weasleys dislike for all from his house was well known, and the girl's brothers were said to be extremely protective over their baby sister.

The chances of Ginny ever liking him back were slim, very slim indeed.

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My cheek is still stinging from that Weasley girl's assault earlier. Who the hell does she think she is, come to that, does she really think she can get away with hitting me? I'm not the one at fault here though, that's the main thing. That little slut in the year below certainly proved that, ha.

So if I am my usual beautiful self, why is she not falling for me? Quite honestly it was a shock to the system when her hand connected with my face, and if I die she will be responsible for multiple suicides throughout the student body. Or even worse, if I bruise. I'll sue her penniless family for everything they've got if any harm befalls my perfect visage.

So, she thinks she can reject me. Or, was it a rejection? I need to do some research on this hot (quite literally) little topic.

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Malfoy stood and stretched languorously, his eyes roving over the current occupants of the Slytherin common room. Setting down the glass he had been holding, Malfoy strolled over to Pansy Parkinson. She looked up and was rendered speechless as she turned a deep crimson.

"Hello Pansy," He bent and sat at her feet, smiling appreciatively up at her. She couldn't help but notice the way his eyes flickered warmly in the firelight and what deep eyes they were! Pansy stammered incoherently for a moment, before somehow forcing out a single word.

"Hi," She flinched at how immature and squeaky her voice sounded. Clearing her throat, she tried again, "Hi Draco," She lingered slightly over his name, revelling in the sound of it. She clasped her hands together, to hide the fact that they were shaking as she mentally screamed "HE is SITTING at MY FEET!! AHAHAHA!"

When realisation came a moment later that his elegant fingers were lightly stroking her thigh he nearly passed out.

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Pansy is so easy to manipulate, a mere word from me and she turns to jelly. Well, she is only human I suppose.

I don't want to have any dealings with her at all; she's not high enough standard for me, but if there is any gossip or news on the Weasley girl she would have been the first to know.

Urgh, she needs to discover a good skin care spell, that spot is so huge it practically deserves a bloody name.