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Breaking up with Dean was one of the hardest decisions Ginny Weasley had faced thus far in her life. He was sweet, he was cute, he was caring, he was kind and yet somehow all these things weren't enough for her. She placed her palms together, as if in prayer, and then interlocked her fingers. Somehow, she preferred a Slytherin to wonderful Dean. One of Malfoy's rich friends no less.

Creeping home on the dawn light after spending the night in the Hospital Wing, she wondered if it was not in fact her who needed to be there. Her actions, kissing a Slytherin, haunted her as she flitted through the shadows. Ginny silently admonished herself for being do dramatic, but even so the shocked faces of her friends and family swam before her closed eyes.

"What they don't know can't hurt them," She muttered to herself, as she slipped Harry's cloak into his trunk later the next day. She lifted a neat pile of clothes out of the way to place the cloak back at the bottom, and hid it under several pairs of socks.

Breaking up with Dean wouldn't be pretty, but she wasn't going to lie to herself by pretending she didn't know who she really wanted.

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Draco Malfoy was knocked sideways of his bed as a blur flew across the Dormitory and enveloped him in a hug.

"What the hell?" He yelled furiously, scrabbling for his wand.

Blaise grinned down at him.

"I just wanted to say thank you for stopping to catch me," He punched Draco's arm playfully and rolled off the blond Slytherins legs.

"A simple hello would have been perfectly adequate," Malfoy muttered, but he couldn't stop the smile that crept across his features. "When did she let you out anyway?"

"She didn't, I discharged myself," Blaise announced, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Ooh you are one dead wizard when she catches up with you,"

"Nah, I left her a card saying how much I appreciated her care, it'll be fine,"

"Kiss arse,"

"Love you too,"

"I must say, that was a very heroic little action,"

"What do you mean?"

"Saving the Weasley girl,"

"Oh, well, I just didn't want her to get hurt on her first match,"

"How sweet," Malfoy stood and stretched before throwing himself back on to his bed, "You know she has a boyfriend right?"

"Yeah," Blaise turned away so Malfoy couldn't read his expression.

"I won't let that get on the way though, she's bound to fall for me sooner or later,"

"Uhuh,"

Blaise bent down to open his trunk, searching for his Herbology book.

"Oh you aren't going to start reading are you? I thought we could go out,"

"Actually I'm still not completely better..."

"Well I, Doctor Draco, prescribe for you an evening out so a little of my magnificence might rub off on you,"

"Doctor Draco?" Blaise laughed out loud, shaking his head.

"Besides, reading dulls the eyes. I mean, look at me! I never read and I have the most beautiful sparkly eyes in all of Hogwarts."

"And the smallest brain,"

"Come on Blaise, we'll go into Hogsmeade, have a drink and some fun. What could be better?"

"What about all the others, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Screw them, they aren't good enough company."

"Oh fine, we'll go at seven,"

"No, wait! That only gives me six hours to get ready!"

"Oh the injustice!"

"Fuck off," Malfoy disappeared into the bathroom with a disapproving glare.

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Ginny gently closed the door behind her and shut her eyes. Dean had taken it quite well, aside from the fact that she was sure she could now hear sobbing. She descended the stairs into the Common room, and headed over to where Hermione was sat.

"Hey,"

"Hi Ginny, how did it go?"

Ginny flopped into the nearest vacant armchair and drew her finger across her throat.

"That bad huh," Hermione set down her indignant cat and pushed a chocolate frog towards the red head.

"I just feel terrible, and then that makes me feel bad because I know Dean is feeling worse." She bit into the frog savagely, swallowing the first mouthful without tasting it.

Hermione sat back in her chair, gazing over to the window. Outside, wisps of cloud drifted past like lost sheep.

"See, now I feel like marching back up the stairs and telling him I didn't mean it," Ginny muttered miserably, breaking another chunk off the chocolate frog and contemplating it.

"Don't you dare, because then you would know you had made an even bigger mistake," Hermione stated firmly.

"But..."

"Why don't we go out? Get some fresh air, have a drink and remove you from the temptation of taking Dean back,"

"I don't really feel like it,"

"Tough," Hermione stood up and pulled Ginny out of her chair, "Go and find Harry's cloak so we can get out, he shouldn't mind to much, then go get ready and I'll see you here in a couple of hours,"

"Fine," Ginny turned and started back up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. She decided she would give Dean some time before she barged back in.