Can't Decide to Love or Hate You

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Chapter Five

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"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Draco's head shot up from his dinner plate in surprise. Did someone just dare ask a Malfoy a question like that? When he realized it was Pansy, who had just settled herself down next to him at the table, he calmed down a little.

"I don't know what you're on. There is never anything wrong with me. I'm perfect."

Pansy rolled her eyes at Draco as she filled her plate with mashed potatoes. Draco gave a whole new definition to being arrogant and full-of- it.

"Hmmm," Pansy muttered as she poured gravy onto her food. "You didn't sound so confident in Binn's class."

Pansy's comment caught Draco so off guard that he spilled peas onto his lap. "What are you talking about?" he asked as he flicked a stranded pea at a first year.

Pansy smirked at Draco. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Oh the joy of playing with a male's simple mind. "I never knew you talked in your sleep," she said casually.

Draco's pea rampage creased to a stop as he pressed his eyelids together. He was feeling a migraine coming on. Without opening up his eyes, he said coldly to Pansy, "I don't talk in my sleep. I have no idea what you are talking about."

Pansy huffed in annoyance, but knew she would get her enjoyment soon. "You could have fooled me," she said with a solid face. She then turned to Draco and puckered her lips. "Ginny! Oh Ginny! Kiss me!"

Draco's eyes shot open. "I did not tell Ginny to kiss me!"

"Ah, but you were still dreaming about her!"

Draco hesitated with a remark. It was too late; he was backed into a corner. He mumbled something about Pansy being a crazy crack whore, and tried to serve himself another helping of peas when Pansy stopped him, sending the peas flying once more.

"No more jumping around the bush, Draco. What is going on with you and that Weasley?"

Draco stared mournfully at the peas that rolled off the table. Ah, to be a pea and to escape that easily. He turned and looked Pansy square in the face. "What's it to you?"

Pansy shook her head as she grabbed her goblet. "You know, at first I thought it was all a joke to play with Potter's little brain, but now I'm not too sure."

Draco narrowed his eyes at her in confusion. "Explain," he demanded.

Pansy sighed loudly. She wished she never brought this up. "I don't know, Draco. At first I noticed that you would only pay any attention to Weasley when Potter was around, but now..."

"Yes?"

Pansy looked up at him. "Now I catch you looking at her from across the hallway and hear you talk about her in your sleep. Even if you and Weasley are 'together', this isn't like you. What the hell is happening to you?"

Draco wanted to answer her, but found he couldn't think of an excuse. What was happening to him? Did he really look at her when he didn't need to? He was getting a little too carried away with this plan of theirs if he was looking at her without intention.

Draco shook his head at Pansy. "Nothing is happening to me, okay? So just drop it," he snapped.

When Pansy finally shut up, Draco growled in annoyance and grabbed the pea bowl, determined to at least eat one pea. Just when he pricked one with his fork he saw a flash of red walk by.

Without thinking, he looked up at it, as if it was second nature to look immediately at a red head. He frowned with disappointment to see that it was only Ron who was walking out of the Great Hall with Harry and Hermione trailing behind. Before going back to his food, he glanced at the Gryffindor table to check to see if Ginny was there. She was gone too, which made sense that Ron seemed to be in a hurry. He was probably on his way to corner and attack her with questions about her relationship with Draco.

He shook his head and bent his head down to his fork when he noticed Pansy looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

"What?" Draco yelled, finally loosing his cool. Can't a man just eat his peas in peace?

Pansy shook her head at him in pity. "If nothing is happening to you," she said quietly, "then why are you checking to see if she's in the same room with you?"

Fed up with all the accusing and not quite sure of what was going on, Draco slammed his fork onto the table. "Just leave it alone, Pansy!" Draco snapped as he stood up from his seat and stalked out of the room.

He suddenly hated peas.

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A little over a week went by and Draco was purposely ignoring Ginny. Every time he turned down a corridor and saw her flaming red hair, he would quickly retreat down another passageway. A few times he saw her try to approach him, but he would have none of that and would race to his bedroom. But his bedroom was the once place he could not escape from her. Every night he had a dream about being alone with her, and it always ended with him waking up just before they would kiss. And every night he woke up in a cold, angry sweat, filled with confusion, annoyance, and some other feeling that he could not describe.

He knew that the best way to completely get rid of her was to back down on their plan, but a Malfoy never backed down on anything. He was just hoping that she would finally break down one day and call if off herself. In the mean time, he would just ignore her.

Draco was currently in the main hallway on his way outside for fresh air when someone from behind pushed him roughly against the brick wall. "What the fuck?" he said loudly as he felt his head hit the surface. He sighed with annoyance when he saw a very angry red head standing in front of him.

"Don't 'what the fuck' me, Draco Malfoy!" Ginny said loudly. She released her hands from him and wrapped her arms around her chest in annoyance.

Draco rubbed his sore head. "What the hell is up your ass, Weasley?" Draco growled.

"Ginny!" Ginny yelled, causing Draco to flinch. "My name is Ginny, or have you forgotten that when you have been ignoring me for a week straight?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he stated and tried to walk past her when she pushed him back to the wall.

"What do you think you're doing, Draco? Out of nowhere you stop talking to me, you stop playing your part. Why?"

Draco closed his eyes. What was it with women harassing him? "You act like we agreed to be married, Ginny," he said, spitting out her name with sarcasm. "There's nothing wrong with me wanting a little space."

If Draco's eyes were open, he would see that Ginny was glaring at him. "Well when you were having your little vacation, I've been attacked from left and right by Ron. Do you know that he thinks we're having sex?"

Draco's eyes opened in surprise. "Sex?" he laughed. "Whatever gave him that idea?"

Ginny's angry expression turned into a red, embarrassed one. "Probably from something I said," she mumbled.

Draco looked at her as she played with her hair nervously. "What did you say exactly?"

Ginny dropped her gaze to the floor. "It doesn't matter what I said, Draco. The point is that you're slacking while I'm doing all the work."

Draco laughed at her harshly. "Right, you're doing all the work. There's a big shocker."

Ginny gaped at him. "What are you talking about? I have done plenty of my share in this relationship!"

Draco shook his head at her. "No you haven't. All I have seen you do is cower in front of Potter, while I come to the rescue," he stated.

Ginny stared at him in surprise. "That is not true! I have had plenty of fights with Ron and just about every other Gryffindor that questions me!"

"Action," Draco said slyly, "speaks louder than words."

Ginny groaned loudly, knowing that he was just as right as she was. "Well how am I supposed to 'act' if you won't even stay in the same room with me for five minutes?"

Draco's sly expression melted. "Well we're in the same room now and I don't see you doing anything. Unless you count screaming like a banshee."

Ginny narrowed her eyes at him. "There's no one around to act in front of!" She was right; the only person who was around on the quiet Sunday afternoon was a first year that took one look at Draco and ran.

"How do you do it?" Ginny asked Draco angrily. "How is it that the only time I can ever get my hands on you, no one is around to see it? You are not helping!"

Draco looked down at her. "I don't feel a need to help right now. I think I'm doing just fine."

"Oh yes, Draco, you are doing just great! In fact I just ran into Harry and let me tell you, he was in tears saying that watching us being together was too much for him."

Draco smiled at her comment. "Potter cries, eh?"

"Shut up, Draco. You know I wasn't serious. My point is that us being together is supposed to bother Harry. And as scarred as Harry must be, he's not showing it."

"Well then how do you explain that obnoxious scar on his forehead?"

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"It's Draco, remember, Ginny dear?"

That was it. Ginny had enough of Draco's remarks that tried to get him out of trouble. Ginny grabbed the front of his cloak, and was about to show him why not to mess with a Weasley, when the front doors swung open.

A great deal of students walked in, all carrying books from a leisure study by the lake or some just talking. At the head of the group were Harry, Ron, and Hermione, both boys with a broomstick in hand and Hermione with a book. They suddenly froze in their footsteps and watched Ginny holding onto Draco who was pushed into the wall.

The three Gryffindors' sudden stop caused everyone else to do the same behind them, and soon the entrance hall seemed to be jammed with students all staring at the couple. Draco could see Pansy in the back of the group, shaking her head at him.

"Ginny," Draco whispered urgently. "Everyone is staring."

Ginny nodded her head at his remark. Indeed they were staring, but that was the last thought of her mind. All she saw was Harry's eyes on her.

She looked away from Harry and stared into Draco's gray eyes. "Draco?"

"Yes?" he replied quietly.

Ginny took a deep breath before muttering, "Action."

Before Draco could take a minute to register in his mind on what Ginny was doing, she gripped harder onto his robes, pulled him down to her level, and gave him a hard, sensuous kiss.

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