"What is going on here?" Ron said, dangerously quiet. Draco opened his mouth with the intention of giving him a smart answer, but Ginny squeezed his hand to silence him.

"I said, what the HELL is going on here!?" Ron yelled. He strode forwards quickly.

Draco got up and pulled Ginny to her feet also, stepping in front of her. Ron stopped when he was face to face with Draco. He looked behind Draco back to his sister, and then back to his enemy.

"You don't need to shield her. I would never lay a hand on Ginny. In fact, Malfoy, it would make more sense for you to be hiding behind her."

Ginny stepped forwards and wrapped an arm around Draco's waist. Ron looked away in disgust, and then looked back to his sister.

"Gin, what are you doing with him?" He asked.

"Having dinner," Ginny said pertly.

"With Malfoy!? Ron shouted.

"Yup," Ginny replied.

"Dear god, Ginny, he's treated you, me, Harry, Hermione, and practically everyone we know like complete shit since day one!"

Draco, at this, stepped forwards and grabbed the taller boy's collar, dragging him down to eye level, but let go when Ginny pulled him back.

"You haven't seen him treating anyone like shit lately, have you, Ron?" Ginny asked rhetorically. After a long pause, she said, "That's what I thought."

"Ron." Draco spoke for the first time, and Ron's eyes shot to him. "I have been a bastard the entire time I've know you, but there is a reason for that. And no, it's not because I hate you or anything about your family like I've said before."

"Well, then what the hell is it/" Ron challenged. Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"It is something I'd rather keep between Ginny and myself, so pardon me if I don't spill my secrets to you. But I will tell you that remembering the way I used to treat Ginny completely revolts me, and-" Ron cut him off.

"I don't believe your little change of heart, Malfoy. You are still the little ferret everyone bit Ginny knows you to be. She doesn't realize it, but I know what you're up to, Malfoy." Ron said.

"And what exactly am I up to, Ron?" Draco asked as if he were talking to a child.

"You're playing her!" Ron shouted. "You slimy Slytheryn bastard, you're just using her as a… a… a play toy!...Oomph!"

Ron groaned as Draco's fist made contact with his stomach.

"That, my friend, is something I would never do. What you describe is a characteristic of my father and his ilk," Draco growled in Ron's face. "Now never accuse me of having any bad intentions towards Ginny, or I swear to god, Ron, nothing she can say will stop me from smashing your face in." He backed up and whispered, "sorry 'bout that" to Ginny.

"It's OK, he deserved it," she said, loud enough for Ron to hear.

"What!? I-" Ron started, but he fell silent when Draco suddenly pulled up his right sleeve to reveal Ginny's name set into a background of thin scars.

"What, the hell, Draco." Ron said quietly. The two stared eye to eye for countless moments; Ron's face revealing shock and Draco's face revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Why is my sister's name carved into your ARM!?" Ron shouted he last word incredulously.

Draco was silent still, now regretting showing something so personal to Ron. He was frozen; he didn't know what to do from here on in. Neither did Ron, apparently. He stood gaping at Draco's arm, still held out in front of him. Finally he turned on his heel and ran out of the rood, leaving the couple standing silently motionless.

I am sorry, my dear people, for failing to upload! Major project for English and all that rot. But I am happy to forsake fanfics for English papers, not because they are more enjoyable, but because they will only improve my already impressive writing skills. Actually, that was sarcasm. The project included no writing whatsoever. But it did bring out my impressive skill for drawing anime characters. The only problem is that the dude I drew was supposed to be South American, and he ended up looking asian.

So, sorry about the long ramble there, my self control is gone tonight because I had Dr. Pepper. That stuff is my drug, man. You can keep your marijuana, I gots me some delicious soda that has 23 different flavors!! or is it 32? HELP! I DON'T KNOW!

My little hyper rants are the reason I have a lot of the friends I do, because they are almost all emo or bipolar, and I am the spice that makes their lives worth living. Not really, though. I'm just like an amusing toy. Actually, one of my friends does call me squeaker toy as a nickname. But that's just 'cause I squeak when pocked or squeezed. =]

Ok, this is definitely the longest message I have ever written you guy, and my sister is getting mad at me because I am having an entirely different random conversation with her simultaneous to me typing this, and the reason she's mad at me is ACTUALLY because she's trying to go to sleep, and I'm on the computer that is in her room while talking to her and I type really loud, so bye!!!