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"Ginny watch out!"

"What?" the warning came seconds too late. The bludger hit her arm as she was poised to throw the quaffle to Angelina. "Gaah!" she lost control of her broom, struggling to stay in place with her right arm cradled to her chest. "Harry help!" she noticed four brooms zooming her way, her brother was too far out in the field as she had been flying in the middle when she got hit so she called for their captain, the only person she knew could actually help her.

"I'm coming Gin, hang on!" Harry was faster than the others, he reached her just as he finally fell off. "Ginny!"

"Damn it hurts." she commented as she was safely in his arms, Harry guiding the Firebolt to glide slowly until they touched down.

"Is it broken?"

"It feels like it," she said.

"Come on we'll take you to Madame Pomfrey," she was lifted up into his strong arms just as Ron touched down beside them.

"Ginny, are you okay?"

"It hurts Ron," she was trying, and failing, to reign in her sobs. Even at sixteen, she was still a little girl.

"It's alright, Madame Pomfrey can mend that soon enough." Harry reassured her, kissing her forehead in the process to comfort her. Ron spelled their brooms to return to their dorm as he fell in step next to his 'brother'. They walked in silence to the hospital wing after sending Hermione a patronus to tell her what happened.

"Har, do you think you could tell Theo as well?"

"Nott?" he asked in surprise as he laid her down on a bed.

"Yes."

"So he's the mystery guy." Ron commented.

"Not much a mystery now but yeah," the redheaded female blushed nearly the same color as her hair.

"Alright I'll tell him."

"I'll stay with Ginny."

"Thanks Ron." he nodded to him. "Do you know where he is at this time?"

"Usually he's at the Slytherin common room."

"Great, Hermione should still be there with Blaise."

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"'Mione!"

"Harry I just got your patronus." he ran up to her barely panting for breath. "Is she alright?"

"Yeah she's fine."

"So what are you doing here then?"

"She asked me to tell Nott."

"I'll go get Theo," Blaise offered.

"Thanks Zabini."

"So how is she?"

"I don't know 'Mione, when I left Madame Pomfrey was still taking care of someone else. Ron's with her though."

"Potter, what happened to her?"

"Quidditch accident." was the brief reply. They rushed back to the infirmary to find Ginny being tended to by the healer.

"We'll have to keep it in a sling to keep the pressure off of it." the mediwitch told her.

"How long will I need to keep the sling?"

"A few days," the healer handed her a potion. "The bone broke clean off so we have to make sure that it doesn't move while it's being mended. Broken bones are a little trickier to heal than cracked ones."

"Thank you Madame Pomfrey."

"I expect you to take care of Ms. Weasley, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley."

"Of course Madame."

"Very well, I will leave you be but you and the others must leave for dinner. You can pick her up afterwards."

"We'll be back soon." Harry kissed her on the forehead again, noting absently that Nott had not stopped him from doing so. He just stood there with a fond gaze upon the pair.

"We'll ask Dobby to bring you something to eat alright Gin," Hermione hugged her careful of the arm. The five left the only girl Weasley in the hospital wing and walked silently toward the Great Hall.

"I have to say, I'm surprised you didn't jump down Harry's throat after that affectionate display." Ron commented breaking the rather icy silence.

"Anyone who has their head out of their arse would see that he only sees her as a little sister." he shrugged somewhat carelessly. "Besides I know you fancy Draco, Potter."

"How do you know that?"

"I listen when people talk, watch while people do and all that stuff."

"Okay," Harry said somewhat hesitantly and then turned his attention towards Blaise.

"Go on Potter, it will be amusing to see Draco's reaction."

"Then you don't mind if I borrow Ginny for a while?" Harry asked the other Slytherin. "I know she'll be thrilled to help me but I won't ask her if it will unsettle your relationship with her."

"Don't worry Potter, unless Ginny breaks things off between us I won't see you as a contender for her affections. You have enough of that as it is, though not quite in the same way as I do."

"You're sure," they had reached the Great Hall by then.

"Of course and I know with the present situation and all you'll have quite the advantage." he smirked broadly at the dark haired Gryffindor.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," Harry matched it with one of his own as he held his hand out to the Slytherin.

"Be careful Potter and have fun," they shook hands, Hermione smiling knowingly as Ron searched the Slytherin table for Pansy.

"I'll see you later?" Blaise caught her attention and she smiled softly at him and kissed his cheek before grabbing Ron's hand. Zabini and Nott turned away from the Trio towards their table casually strolling over as if they hadn't just arrived in the company of their house adversary.

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"Back from your orgy already?" what's left of the Slytherins snickered at Malfoy's proclamation, Nott and Zabini ignoring their friend's obviously hurt expression.

"Jealous Draco?" Blaise shot at the blond with a raised eyebrow as he piled some food on his plate.

"Jealous, of you and Granger? Come on Blaise, you know me better than that."

"You're right, that's why I know that you're jealous because I have a valid reason to be in their presence."

"The Golden Trio?" Malfoy scoffed but shut up anyway as his attention was captured by the people they were talking about. He narrowed his eyes as his former house elf Dobby suddenly appeared behind the three. He saw the flicker of worry in the emerald eyes he loved so much and thought that something must've happened. He strained his ears to listen to what Potter was saying but he was simply too far away. Dobby popped away and returned a second later with the she Weasel who proceeded to get on Potter's lap and sob her heart out. His grip tightened on his goblet as he watched him embrace her and kiss her forehead.

"They already started," Blaise said as he looked at Malfoy's sudden change of attitude.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say they're very believable." Theodore smiled ruefully.

"That's why Potter is a great actor." they bumped fists as they proceeded to watch the show.

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"What's the matter Gin?"

"Nothing's the matter Har," she sniffed loudly. "I just got bored." he kissed her forehead to hide the bright smile adorning his face.

"And Madame Pomfrey?"

"She couldn't exactly resist my urge to find my brothers and the tears helped a lot." she smiled into his chest as he embraced her closer. On Harry's other side Ron sat quitely listening to their talk. "You know Ron, I also came to help you."

"I know but Malfoy's currently breaking a goblet with his bare hand and I would like to see what happens when it explodes."

"Someone's going to get hurt tonight," Hermione commented.

"What makes you say that 'Mione?" Harry asked her just as something hit him on the head. It took all his willpower not to move otherwise he would've hit his head on Ginny's. He could hear the clanking of metal as whatever hit him clattered down to the floor.

"Like I said, someone's going to get hurt." the bushy haired Gryffindor sighed as she rose to inspect the damage, her bespectacled best friend still unmoving due to the fragile package in his hands who was apparently finding the situation rather amusing.

"It's not funny Gin."

"But it is," she insisted as she snuggled closer to his warmth. A satisfied yawn escaped her lips and she relaxed further into him. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep now."

"You're not eating?"

"Dobby brought me food before I asked him to bring me here."

"Alright, I'll carry you up to the tower then."

"No, finish eating first."

"Stop moving Harry."

"I need to bring her up."

"Oh, alright fine Ron and I will go down to the kitchens to get you some ice."

"Thanks 'Mione." he hoisted Ginny properly into his arms, carrying her bridal style out of the Great Hall. He didn't bother to turn back to look for the person who had assaulted him with a flying goblet, he knew he would just meet angry silver eyes anyway. Smirking to himself he left without another word, ignoring the bewildered crowd that followed his every move. Back at the Slytherin table two young men were enjoying the show while another was positively fuming at what he saw. He hit Potter but it wasn't enough. Beside him sat an equally angry female, seething at the way Ron held Hermione's hand gently as they walked out of the Great Hall minutes after their supposed leader.

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"That was too funny!" Blaise snickered as he and Theodore made their way to the dungeons.

"Of course it was, though I didn't expect Draco to actually throw the damn thing."

"Guy's have quite an arm on him." the Italian heir commented. "Can't believe he managed to throw the damn thing halfway across the hall."

"Maybe he should've tried out for chaser instead of seeker."

"Then he wouldn't be able to challenge Potter."

"That's true but then again he's not doing the challenging now anyway."

"It's just too hilarious to see both Draco and Pansy jealous beyond belief. If only they had the guts to court their Gryffindor then maybe they wouldn't have to go through all of this."

"You really can't expect them to do that seeing as they are the Prince and Queen of Slytherin." Theodore said as they passed through the portrait. "Besides the only reason why we can even talk is because we got out heads out of our asses to ask our own Gryffindors out."

"That's true but it's still funny as hell. I can't wait to see what's going to happen next." Blaise knew he had to be careful with his words, the common room wasn't really a place for privacy.

"I'll see you tomorrow Blaise."

"Good night Theo."

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"Fuck!" another glass ornament hit the wall opposite him shattering into thousands of broken shards.

"I know how you feel Drake." the sullen voice of his only female friend broke through his angered haze.

"What the hell does he think he's doing with the she Weasel? Letting her sit on his lap like that and then bloody kissing her bloody forehead as well!"

"I think she's sick," Pansy commented. "Or at least something happened to her. Her arm was in a sling."

"I don't bloody well care about her! If she is hurt then serves her right for stealing my man~" he froze at his own words, silver eyes widening comically as they met with his friend's obsidian ones.

"Your man Drake?"

"T-t-that's not... bloody hell... fuck!"

"Stop cussing."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Don't snap at me Draco, I'm in the same boat as you."

"I'm sorry Pans," he stopped his frantic pacing and sat down beside her on the bed. "I just... I don't know what to do... I'm so confused. I don't understand how he became Harry from Potter in a few weeks time and only after he bloody well molested me."

"Oh Drake, it wasn't sudden. You've always fancied him."

"But I hate him!" he looked shocked at her. "I loathed him from the day he ignored my hand."

"No, you were jealous that he chose Weasley over you."

"B-b-b-but the taunts and the jibes and the fights?"

"All ways to get his attention solely on you." he sat in silence as he contemplated. Perhaps she was right, maybe he had fancied him in the beginning.

"What am I going to do Pans?"

"I don't know Drake. I really don't know."

"So... Weasel huh?" his offhand comment was enough to make her blush.

"Uh... yeah, Ron."

"Since when was he Ron to you?"

"Since the end of Fifth year." she hid her face in her palms at her own admission.

"That long? Why didn't you say anything?"

"You were busy," she trailed off knowing full well everything that had gone on during the following summer. "You were just too preoccupied. I didn't want to add onto your problems back then."

"And now we have plenty of time, don't worry Pans," he smirked the trademark Malfoy smirk at her. "Before the term ends Weasel won't know what hit him."

"You'll help me?"

"Of course, that's what friends are for, isn't it?"

"Yeah but what about Potter?"

"We'll leave that for now." he shrugged. "I really don't know what to do because I don't know what he's playing at. We'll focus on getting you Weasel first." he smiled at her in encouragement. "Although personally I don't see what you see in him."

"Drake~" she whined and then smiled as he chuckled.

"I'm just kidding Pans. Don't worry."

"Thanks Drake."

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"I won't be able to pick you up later Gin," he dropped off her bag right next to her seat ignoring the whispers and the scathing looks. "I have double Potions."

"It's okay Har," she smiled at him, touching a gentle hand upon his shoulder. "I can take care of myself for a little while."

"I wish we could have Ron with you though."

"Maybe you could just find Theo?" she suggested. "It's been a week already and I'm almost afraid to be caught alone by Malfoy."

"You're right though. Thanks anyway Gin. I'll look for Nott before class."

"Don't mention it Harry, I just want you to be happy okay?"

"I am happy." he smiled, kissed her cheek and left the classroom.

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Why the hell do I have to see them? Always kissing and holding hands. Bloody she-weasel taking all of my Harry's attention. What. The. Hell? Since when have Potter become Harry? Damn it! He's messing with my head. What the fuck? I am Draconius Lucius Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin and the sex God. What happened? I used to be able to charm the pants off of someone with just a smile and now I'm getting irrationally jealous and I go all stuttery when Harry comes near me. Fuck. Again with the Harry. He's Potter damn it. "He's Potter, he'll always be Potter to me."

"I get that Malfoy I just came to ask you something."

"What do you want from me?" he asked through clenched teeth in an attempt to throw the other off the fact that he had been startled.

"I just wanted to know if you've seen Nott. I need to talk to him about something."

"Theo?"

"Yes, Theodore. Is there any other Nott in this castle as of this time?"

"Oh." he couldn't even think of a scathing retort for that one. Shit. He's messing with my head. "I haven't seen him today. You could try the Charms classroom, if I'm right then he might have Charms right about now."

"Merlin, he looks way too hot looking confused and pensieve at the same time. Fuck, I'm getting hard." the green eyed boy let a mask of curiousity wash over his overly aroused features. "Thanks Draco." it wasn't a slip. It was done on purpose and it was way too fun to see the pink hue on the pale cheeks. "Nice talking to you." he leaned in and kissed the Slytherin's cheek before sauntering off the other way.

"Fuck you Potter!" he groaned at the images it brought to mind as he watched the pert arse in front of him, "Is he swaying his hips?" he looked some more and realized that indeed Harry was shaking his hips in a way that brought his imaginative mind into overdrive. "Fuck you indeed." a smirk settled on his lips when he grudgingly accepted that he lusted over Potter. "Harry."

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