Can't Decide to Love or Hate You

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Chapter Six

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There were no students surrounding them. No Pansy looking disgusted or Ron looking as if he was ready to blow. There was no Harry Potter with his eyes bulging out, and his face growing pasty.

All that concerned Draco at the moment was Ginny.

When she grabbed him and practically jumped on him, he had no time to react. One moment he was bashed angrily into the wall by her, and the next moment her body was pressing into his against the same wall. Before he watched her angry lips yelling at him, and now they were covering his own. It all happened so fast, and it took a minute to register into his mind on what he was doing with Ginny Weasley.

Her fragile hands bunched tightly at the front of his custom made robes, pulling him down to her level instead of her leaning up to his. Her pale face was tight with concentration, her eyes skewered together and her nose scrunched up. Her kiss, if one could call it that, was as cold as her rigid lips. There was no movement, no passion. Just lips upon lips.

Draco was not one to kiss with his eyes open, but the shock of the situation left his body frozen. He stared at her scrunched up hands and her tense face. She looked as if this was pure torture, not the pleasure she was supposed to fake in front of hundreds of eyes. No one would buy this piece of crap she was presenting. Snape kissing a toad would look more lustful than their display. Draco sighed against her still lips. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Ginny started to pull away when Draco grabbed her thin waist, pulling her close to him, and slamming his mouth onto hers. Shock and intensity filled her body so quickly that she would have jerked back if Draco's hands didn't hold her so tightly. His lips moved against hers, teasing and taunting them, begging for them to come out and play. Stubborn and confused, she kept her still position, and just when she thought Draco would give up, he opened them up himself with his tongue.

She had every right to step away and slap his precious face, but what he was doing felt so good. His tongue slowly outlined her lips before tickling the inside of her mouth. He gently yet roughly coaxed her into following his movements, and after a few seconds she eagerly put in as much effort into the kiss as he was. Half-aware of her hands that were being crushed in-between them, she thought it would be all the wiser to wrap them around his neck.

The kiss was electric, sending shocks down Draco's spine. Draco took pleasure in the fact that he had Ginny under his grasp, and now that she was finally cooperating, it was all the better. She tasted of a sugary cinnamon and smelled of vanilla, and it drove him up the wall craving more. Her lips were no longer cold but soft, and they kept up with his fast pace.

He kissed her with a harder passion when he felt her arms drape around his neck for support. In one brisk movement Draco spun Ginny around to where she was the one leaning against the wall for support. A soft moan escaped her lips as he pressed his body closer to hers, tightening their lips even more. Her hips rubbed up against his, and Draco had to place his hands on either side of her head to keep his knees from buckling. All of this satisfied Draco to an extent he didn't know was possible to reach by just kissing. An unknown feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, and the more he kissed her, the stronger it felt.

Slightly unraveled by the feeling, Draco broke the kiss, nearly gasping for breath. His eyes were fixed on Ginny's heaving shoulders, and then onto her swollen lips. His own lips still tingled with her taste.

The two stared at each other, too shocked and too out of breath to speak. All around them students stood with their eyes popping out of their heads and their mouths hanging wide open. The only sound that came from the entrance hall was Ron's fast approaching footsteps.

Draco looked into Ginny's eyes, startled to see them not as hard and shielded as usual. Did he do that? He had time to think that over; as that was the last thing he saw before it all went black.

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Ginny stared out the window, furious beyond all reason. Why did her brother always have to loose his temper like that? Better yet, why did Ron have to involve himself in things that didn't concern him? She was so sick of having to watch what she did around him for the safety of others.

She turned her head towards the hospital bed she was sitting next to, slowly shaking her head. One minute she was staring into Draco's gray eyes after an amazing kiss, and the next he was lying unconscious on the floor. No one saw it coming, except for Ron who decided that cursing Draco behind his back was mature.

Ginny's eyes watched Draco's chest rise slowly with each comfortable breath, relived that he wasn't badly injured. Her eyes moved up to his face with a smile. He looked so peaceful and innocent when he slept. Ginny sighed loudly as she stared at his elegant lips. What was that kiss back there? She started that only to show him that she was putting effort into their plan, but she never expected it to end the way it did. Never has she been kissed like that. Harry was always such an awkward kisser. He was too gentle and careful; as if afraid he was going to break her. But Draco? He kissed her like there was no tomorrow. He made her feel alive.

Ginny was marveled at Draco's ability to kiss like he meant it. There was no way she would be able to pretend that she liked him like that. She sighed loudly. There would probably be a lot more where that came from for now on. Now that half of Hogwarts saw their snog session, they're probably going to be expecting one every day.

Her eyes darted to some of his hair that fell in front of his eyes. Knowing Draco would have a hissy- fit that his hair was messed up, Ginny bent over him to fix it when his eyes opened. She froze, hunched over him, as his gray eyes looked up at her in surprise.

"Back for more?" he asked with a smile.

Ginny huffed with annoyance and sunk back into her seat. Only Draco could crack jokes while in the hospital. "Do you at least want to know why you're in here?" she asked impatiently.

Draco moved to sit up, but the pain in his head opposed him from doing so. "Well the last thing I remember is touching you, so my guess is your brother tried to kill me," he said as he slumped back into his pillows in defeat.

Ginny nodded her head in response and went back to staring out the window at the dark blue sky. "Sorry my brother is such an idiot," she said as she watched a shooting star pass by.

Draco shrugged his shoulders. "If you're going to apologize for every idiotic thing your brother has done, you better start now because you're going to be here for awhile."

"A simple 'I accept your apology' would have worked also," Ginny spat back.

Draco raised a curious eyebrow at her and turned on his side so he was facing her. "What's up your arse?" he questioned.

"Nothing," Ginny said, not taking her eyes away from the window. "Just another fight I had with Ron while you were knocked out, but I was expecting that."

Draco studied her sitting there next to him. Her red hair was worn down as usual, and it looked slightly frazzled, as did her pale complexion. She looked like she was supposed to after a snog session. But she looked slightly more troubled than she did after a Weasley fight. Her eyes were back to their hardness, and an upset expression would appear on her face randomly before she pushed it away. She was hiding something from him.

"No, something did happen. Tell me."

Ginny looked at him in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Draco sighed with annoyance. "Did I stutter? Tell me what really happened after I was knocked out."

Ginny stared at him for a few seconds, not saying a word, until, "Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I have to pour my heart out to you."

Draco looked at her in disbelief. Was she serious? "First off, you kissed me. Well that was barely a kiss until I took control." Ginny opened her mouth to comment when he held up his hand for silence. "Second, you're right; I have no special privilege now that I shoved my tongue down your throat. But I still want to know."

"Why?" she asked, a little calmer than before.

Draco stared back at her blank face, suddenly blank himself. Why did he want to know so badly? What did he care if she was hurting inside or not?

"Because whatever happens to you, I seem to be involved." That sounded good enough to be true. But what was the truth?

Ginny's shoulders slumped; she was finally defeated. Draco did have a point. All the drama she's had since the school year started somehow involved around him. She opened her mouth to tell him what exactly was wrong, when Madam Pomfrey bustled over.

"Ah, Mister Malfoy, I see you're awake. Here, take this potion. It will help with your headache," she said while handing a cup over to Draco.

As Draco swallowed the spicy liquid and trying not to spit it back up, Madam Pomfrey looked over at Ginny. "Visiting hours are over, Miss Weasley. You can see Mister Malfoy tomorrow morning."

Ginny jumped at the opportunity, grateful that she was spared from answering Draco's probing questions. With a quick wave at Draco, she fled from the hospital wing and towards the one place she didn't want to be, Gryffindor Tower.

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Draco watched Ginny's retreating back and grumbled angrily to himself. Figures that when she was about to tell him what really happened, they were interrupted. Life was just peachy like that.

Once Madam Pomfrey left, Draco rested back into his pillows and sighed deeply. It wasn't as if he actually cared about Ginny. He just wanted to know what was bothering her. He was sure it had to do with their kiss.

Draco shifted uncomfortably underneath his blankets. The image of him kissing Ginny flashed into his mind. Draco closed his eyes tightly, trying to block the image out, but he was unsuccessful. He could almost feel her body against his; he could almost taste her on his lips.

Draco's eyelids jolted open, and for the next hour he stared up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

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Ginny slowly walked back to Gryffindor Tower, not knowing why she was so confused or upset. Everything was working according to plan until she had to open her big mouth. What happened after Draco was knocked out certainly proved that.

~*flashback*~

Ginny stared up into Draco's gray eyes with heaving shoulders, trying to catch her breath. She hadn't expected him to be that good of a kisser. She was so absorbed into trying to think that she didn't hear footsteps or a curse being spoken until she saw Draco's body go limp and fall to the ground.

Ginny quickly collapsed onto her knees next to him and nudged his shoulder. "Draco?" Nothing, he was out cold. She checked his pulse. At least he was alive.

She was just about to question aloud what just happened when she noticed that someone was standing very close to them. Someone who had worn out shoes very similar to her brother.

Without looking up from Draco, Ginny yelled, "Ron, what did you do?"

She heard Ron huff with anger before he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. "Virginia Weasley, what the hell do you think you are doing kissing Malfoy?"

Ginny stared into his red tempered face with sudden boredom. "Ron, we have been over this a million times. You know Draco and I are together. This is nothing new so stop acting like such a drama queen!"

If possible, Ron's face turned even redder. "Just because I know it doesn't mean I want to see it! And in the middle of the hallway? Have you no shame?"

Ginny slowly shook her head at her brother and started to walk away from him to go get Madam Pomfrey. "Just because you have to hide in a closet to kiss Hermione, doesn't mean I have to," she said without turning around. She smiled slightly when she heard him sputtering.

Ginny almost reached Madam Pomfrey's office when she heard footsteps racing after her. She halted in her footsteps, now a bit annoyed.

"Honestly, Ron. Won't you just let it go?" she said turning around with a glare expecting to find her brother. Her face quickly changed to surprise. "Oh, Harry. I thought you were my brother."

Harry smiled weakly at her. "No, I left Hermione to deal with him. He almost cursed a group of first years because they looked at him the wrong way."

Ginny shook her head. "He's getting all worked up over nothing."

"I don't know, Gin. What just happened was pretty big."

Ginny looked at him with questioning eyes. "What are you talking about, Harry? It was just a kiss."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but it was with Malfoy. You shouldn't kiss something so low."

Ginny gasped and then narrowed her eyes at him. "And I guess kissing you was a privilege? Sorry Harry, but Draco is a much better kisser than you ever were."

Harry's green eyes slanted a bit in surprise and anger. "Don't you ever try to compare me to that ferret."

Ginny's own Weasley temper began to rise and she thought quickly for a comeback. "Yeah? Well-well weasels get along better with ferrets over toads any day!"

Harry paused for a second to register what she just said. "Well, when you weren't possessed enough in your first year to send me that silly valentine, his father was busy enjoying the fact that he knew you were going to die in the chamber of secrets!" Harry yelled back, his eyes now furious.

Ginny gasped at his comment. "How dare you, Harry Potter! Draco's father has nothing to do with us dating! You're the one who's going to low!"

"Like father, like son," he said through clenched teeth.

"Harry, you have no idea what you're talking about. Draco is nothing like his father." She actually wasn't too sure on that herself, but she had doubt.

"I know for a fact that my father would never leave you to die!"

"You don't know that, Harry" Ginny said with a forced calm. She didn't trust her temper in situations like this.

"Yes I do!" he spat back. "I know that because I saved you. And Draco did nothing, even though he probably knew."

Ginny put her hand up to her head and massaged her temple. "Harry, just please stop. You don't know what your father would have done or what Draco knew. You're just making stuff up now." She turned around and started to walk towards the hospital wing again, hoping to also get something for her headache.

She didn't get a step in before Harry yelled out, "I do know what my father would have done, and we both know what Draco didn't do!"

Ginny whirled around her face with a tint of red. "You don't know, Harry, because your father is dead!"

Ginny quickly put her hand over her mouth. She didn't mean to say it like that. She didn't mean to say it all. She stared at Harry, whose face was no longer stern with anger but full of shock and disbelief.

"I am so sorry, Harry. I didn't mean that," she said quietly.

Harry stared at her for what seemed forever before he slowly shook his head. "Don't feel sorry for me," he said. "Feel sorry for yourself. Malfoy is already rubbing off on you."

And with that he left her standing there speechless in the hallway.

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Ginny entered the Gryffindor common room with a guilty conscious. She still felt so bad about what she said to Harry. She wanted to talk to him about it or apologize again, anything to make her feel better. She knew that if she told Draco what happened he would try to convince her that her words would work well with their plan, but she didn't want to get back at Harry by using his parents' death against him. She couldn't live with herself if she did that.

She walked up the boy's stairs and knocked on Harry and Ron's door. Harry opened it and first looked surprised to see her, but his expression quickly turned to hatred. "What do you want?"

His harsh tone made her cringe. "I need to talk to you, Harry."

Harry sighed and looked away. "I'm busy now."

He went to shut the door in her face, but she stuck her foot out to keep it open. "Please, Harry. I need to talk to you."

Harry looked at her briefly before sighing again. "Fine, I'll meet you in the common room in 5 minutes."

"Thanks," Ginny said with a smile. He shut the door without returning it.

With a sigh, Ginny walked down the stairs and plopped into a comfy armchair and stared at the roaring fireplace. This was not going to be fun.

Five minutes to his word, Harry came down the stairs and stood right in front of her with his arms crossed. "You wanted to talk?"

Ginny nodded her head. "Will you sit down?"

Once Harry sat into the armchair next to her, Ginny began her apology. "Harry, I truly am sorry. What I said was uncalled for and shouldn't have been said at all. I don't blame you for never wanting to speak to me again, but just know that I really am sorry."

Harry stared at the fire as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Are you trying to hurt me?"

Ginny looked at him with surprise. She wasn't expecting him to say that. "Hurt you?" she repeated.

He turned to look at her with serious eyes. "This whole dating Malfoy thing. Are you doing this on purpose to hurt me?"

Ginny tried to stare back into his eyes, but couldn't do it. "Is it hurting you?" she asked while staring at the fire.

"I don't know," Harry responded quietly. "I do know that I don't want you being with him."

Ginny's heart gave a little jump. Her plan was working! Well, he wasn't raving with jealousy, but she certainly got his attention. But as much as she liked it, and as badly as she did feel from her previous comment, she didn't believe that she got the revenge that she was craving. She had enough to be able to talk to him as she was doing, but she wanted to see him squirm. She wanted the upper hand, not him. If he thought this was what it felt like to be hurt, he had a lot to learn.

"Well I'm sorry, Harry, but you don't always get what you want," she said coolly as she rose from her chair.

Harry looked at her with his mouth open. "But, Ginny-"

"Night, Harry," she said, giving him a sweet smile before walking towards the girl's stairs. "Sweet dreams."

As she walked towards her bedroom, she smiled to herself. She would certainly be having sweet dreams, especially after that kiss Draco gave her.

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