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October 14th, 1996

Dear Journal,

It's late again, I know. But. I'm back in lessons and I have a lot to catch up on, so I'm getting extra homework. Yay me. So yeah, I've been 'catching up'. I have to get extra tutorials in potions as well. And guess who teaches me potions; Snape. And guess who's house he is head of; Slytherin. And just guess who he gets to come along and help in tutorials?! Yes, you've guessed it. Draco Malfoy.

Even I wish I was kidding.

But no, it's all true. Every Tuesday I have to go. At 6pm. So everyone else is in their common rooms. Not me.

I've already had one, and that was on the 8th and I have another one tomorrow. Yay.

The thing is, I am sarcastic about it, but I've been brought up to hate the Malfoy's so I can't help it. But, the fact is. Malfoy is actually alright to me. All he keeps doing is asking how I am, and if I still hurt from the Quidditch accident. I always say I'm fine, but the look in his eyes; its pain, it's like I'm half dead and he can't reach me. This is what he now asks me after lessons, at breaks and lunch breaks. Instead of whispering 'I know you like me.' I don't know which is worse to be honest? I don't hate Malfoy anymore. I don't know if that breaks my promise about getting 'involved' I hope it doesn't. Because I'm not really involved with him am I. Am I?

On the 8th I had just come out of Transfiguration, my last lesson of the day, when I saw Malfoy leaning against the staircase. He was watching me. At this point I didn't know he was going to be helping me in my 'tutorial lessons' with Snape. He smiled a small smile at me. I told my friends I'd catch them up. They left. I walked up to Malfoy. I was going to thank him for saving my life. Which is basically what he did. He stiffened as I approached, then relaxed almost immediately. He had his hands in his pockets giving off the typical 'boy' look. I inhaled.

"Er…" He began, I cut him off.

"Thanks." I said. He looked at me weird.

"For the whole 'you saved my life' thing" I explained. He smiled at me. But his eyes looked hurt.

"I should have done better." He mumbled. It was my turn to look at him weird.

"You still ended up in the hospital wing." He explained. I sighed. When was he going to let that go? I huffed.

I started off down the corridor to Potions. I could hear him after me.

"Didn't Snape tell you?" He asked modestly. I looked at him, he seemed serious. I shrugged.

"I'm helping out in your Potions tutorials." He clarified. I sighed.

"So be it." I replied. He smiled at that one.

It would have dragged so much, if Malfoy wasn't there. It sounds weird saying that. I used to hate him, now he's making me smile. Snape is more boring when it's private lessons. Lecturing and lecturing. If Malfoy hadn't been behind him, pulling faces, I would have died. Mind, I almost died when he did that, because I had to hold my breath to try and keep my laughter in. When it had finally finished we were walking down the corridor.

"I can't wait for the next one." Malfoy exclaimed excitedly. I laughed. Oh, he was going to get me into so much trouble soon enough.

"I can. Seriously, he's so, so, so boring. Like, I would fall asleep if it wasn't for you making faces." I said, smiling widely.

"Wow, was that a compliment from Ginny Weasley?" He asked sarcastically. I blushed.

"No, dream on Malfoy." I told him with a grin. He laughed. Then stopped abruptly, both in talking and in walking.

"What?" I asked. I'd stopped too. He looked into my eyes.

"Are you ok Ginny? Like really?" He asked seriously. I rolled my eyes at him, he stiffened.

"When are you going to let it go Malfoy? I'm fine, I would have been a lot worse off if you hadn't saved me." I told him sternly. He sighed. He looked sullen and upset. I had had enough of this.

"Come with me." I instructed him. I grabbed his hand, he gasped abruptly, and I lead him away down the corridor, we were about to turn the corner when I saw Pansy further down. I backed up, bumping into Malfoy. We were close to each other; I could feel his heat and smell his sweet apple scent. I inhaled sharply.

'Concentrate Ginny.'

"Pansy" I whispered. He grunted. Then he did something I thought boys weren't allowed to do to girls. He pushed me, hard. Right in the middle of the corridor. I squealed. Pansy turned her head. I bit my tongue with shock. The absolute idiot.

"Get away Weasel, you're a disgrace to the Wizarding world!" Malfoy yelled, storming up to me. Our faces were centimetres apart. He winked. And mouthed 'Play along.'

'Oh..'

"Me?! You're a man whore Malfoy, but you don't deserve anyone or anything, not even a dark mark!" I screamed. He looked really hurt. I smiled shyly and mouthed 'sorry' He shook it off.

"How dare you, my father will hear about this!" He countered angrily. I stepped back. I looked down the corridor and Pansy was rushing our way.

"You're a Weasley! Poor and wearing hand-me down clothes! All your siblings are boys! You're not even a girl, never mind a witch!" He raged. It was my turn to be hurt. He apologised with his eyes. I understood. We needed to make this believable.

"What the hell?! Do you want me to deck her, Draco?!" Pansy asked, raging herself. I stepped back again.

"No, I'll handle this one, Darling." He bared his teeth. Pansy blushed, obviously smitten that he'd called her 'Darling.' Malfoy handled her pretty well, making her forget her rage for a moment.

"Ok sweetie." She replied coyly. He took a step forward, towards me.

"Go to hell Malfoy!" I roared. I turned on my heel, and began a brisk walk down the corridor. I could hear Pansy asking Malfoy to come after me; he told her no, he'd 'handle' me. I could hear his footsteps after me. I turned the corner, out of sight of them both. I waited there.

Malfoy bounded into me. He caught me, because I lost my balance. We were in each other's arms when we heard Pansy's footsteps. I thought they were leaving. But then I realised they were getting louder. I looked at Malfoy. He grabbed my hand and whisked me down the corridor.

Giggling, we reached the astronomy tower. We went to the ledge, and by know we were in hysterics. We couldn't speak. Only a few words got out.

"Your face!" Malfoy.

"Your acting!" Me.

"Oh wow!" Malfoy.

"I know!" Me.

We calmed ourselves down enough to talk. I realised we were where I was planning on bringing Malfoy in the first place, yet Malfoy had brought me here.

"Why here?" I asked.

"I had an idea you'd bring me here, it's sort of our place, you know?" He said, giving me a sideways glance. I did know. No-one else really came here.

"Why do you care?" I asked bluntly. He looked shocked, and then covered it instantly.

"About?" He asked back. I rolled my eyes. I shuffled closer to him, he let out his breath. We were looking out at the black lake. Black lake sounds intimidating, but it was beautiful tonight.

"You know." I whispered. He turned to face me. He put his hands on my shoulders.

"You want to know why I like you so much." I took a sharp intake of breath. To hear him say it out loud was new. It felt good.

'Is that bad?'

I nodded. He turned back to the lake, but he put his hand on mine. I didn't shake him off.

"Because ever since that incident on the train I couldn't help but feel that you are what I've been looking for. And I know that's such a cheesy thing to say-" I giggled "- But it's true. And I know. I know our family's hate each other. But I just can't hate you Ginny, even if you hate me. It's just, when Pansy first hit you, I got really angry. Like really, really angry. And I'd never felt that anger before. And I realised what it was. It was the fact that-" He turned to face me, our faces inches apart. "- I care about you Ginny, a lot. And it killed me when you slapped me the other week, but I'm glad you did. I'm just used to getting what I want. But that's selfish. And then the Quidditch match-" He choked "- I just, I'd hurt you, and I don't deserve you and I'm glad you haven't taken me, but I still want you. And I wish I didn't because I'm bad for you." He finished with a sigh; he avoided my eye and looked out at the view.

I could not believe I was hearing this.

-The Draco Malfoy.

-Pure blood status.

-A family of Deatheaters.

-He was definitely bad for me.

"You're right." I said. He turned to look at me. Face falling. He turned on his heel, but faced me when he was at the top of the stairs.

"You are bad for me." I told him. He sighed wistfully.

"I know, I'm glad you agree. I don't want you to take me." He told me, he was pretty convincing if you didn't notice his eyes. They were beyond sad. He turned to leave.

"Draco?" I called quietly. He turned abruptly. He smiled.

"Whoa, you called me Draco." He exclaimed. I walked up to him. His smile faltered.

"I'm so bad for you. I wish I wasn't, but that wouldn't mean you'd still take me, I mean, even if I was good, you wouldn't take me, I mean I'd hoped you would, but you wouldn't have-"

"Yes, you're right. You're so, so bad." I agreed. Again, he looked crestfallen. He turned again. I grabbed his arm. He gave me a questioning look.

"Too bad." I muttered.

"Ginny, I'll leave you alone, you won't have to see me-"

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Why?

I sort of, may have, could possibly have kissed him.

Tell you the rest tomorrow! Goodnight, Sweet dreams.

Love Ginny xx