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Chapter Two

Back To Present Time.

I couldn't believe it. Harry had actually admitted it. I was so angry. I couldn't even look at him. And every time I was alone, it was all I thought about. So I did the one thing that has changed my life since. I went for a walk into the gardens by the lake. It was always my favorite place to go, because nobody was ever there. I could be all alone with just my thoughts. And he was there.

All of a sudden, all thoughts about Harry and his ridiculous statements flew from my mind. I found myself thinking about his coy smile and that sexy slender body on top of mine while........

"Weasley, what are you doing here?" Geez, even his voice was sexy...

"I was just thinking the same thing, Draco..."

"Since when have you ever called me Draco?" Damn! One slip up. I couldn't afford to keep doing that. Or maybe I could...

"Weasley! I asked you what you're doing here?!"

"Well I come down here to think and usually no one else is here and..."

"Here to think about the 'people's hero' are you? You know, Harry is a wanker. I only wish people could start seeing him the way I do -"

"I do." Draco froze and just stared at me with those startling steely silver eyes.

"I thought you loved Potter... You're always with him, making us all sick with those public displays of affection."

"He's done something bad, and I'm not sure if I can forgive him." Those eyes were looking at me, taking in every word I was saying. Even Harry didn't do that. There was definitely something in those eyes, the way they were staring at me. Was it... no it couldn't be. But I could swear... his eyes... almost like they're... sympathizing?! There was a long pause while he did this then -

"Well at least someone sees him slightly like I do... even if it is a Weasley."

Ok, so maybe I read them wrong.

After that comment though, something did change. Something definitely changed. Draco started talking to me with a warm tone to his voice, and actually engaged in a civilized conversation with me.

But it happened. I think about it now and think, what would have happened if I hadn't have gone down to the lake that day? Would it still have happened? I was just glad that I did. Like I said - he changed my life.

We were talking about Harry and all of a sudden, the conversation slipped...

"Yer well Harry is a dickhead. He doesn't know how to treat you right. See if it was me, I would be..." And he suddenly cut off. He shut his mouth and stared at me as if to see if I was really listening. I was.

There was a long awkward pause and Draco didn't dare say anything. I suddenly found that he couldn't even look me in the eye anymore. So I asked that question. That one question that changed my life.

"Draco, do you like me?"

I didn't really want to ask, but it kind of came spilling out of my mouth before I even thought it through.

"Why would you ask a Malfoy, a question like that, Weasley?"

"I was just curious."

"Well I don't know what to say to that."

"Well Draco, if you didn't like me, you would have told me by now, wouldn't you? Does that help?"

"Well, what should I say?"

"Say what your answer is..."

There was another one of those long awkward pauses. I tried to read his eyes, but he wouldn't look at me. It was almost like he was going to say nothing. It was like he was thinking over in his mind whether just to walk away and forget that we ever met here.

"Yes Ginny, I do like you."

Shit.

I was excited, anxious, nervous and scared all at the same time.

We got to talking about how Draco had liked me ever since my encounter with Tom Riddle. He thought that I mustn't have been all I seemed, because why else would I have been dragged down the chamber. He didn't know the full story, he didn't know about the diary. I wouldn't tell him. Not until I trusted him more. At the moment, I like that he didn't know. We talked about how Draco hated Harry so much because he had the one thing that the Malfoy fortune couldn't buy. Harry had me. I also noticed that when he talked about Harry, there was a sort of murderous glint that approached his eyes. I just presumed that it was just because Harry and Draco were such old enemies. I mean I had seen the way Harry spoke about Draco. But I was wrong to think that. It was something so much more...

We talked for about an hour, before I thought of it.

That nasty, devilish, risky, crazy, AWESOME idea!

"Draco? Do you want to do something that could get us into a LOT of trouble?"

He looked at me with a sort of 'what do think I do everyday?' sort of look.

Ok so I knew that he would probably agree to it. It gave me a new dose of confidence.

"Well, the Yule Ball is coming up..."

"Yes it is..."

"Let's run away!"

"WHAT?!"

"We can run away into the school, hide, and be together all night. We just tell our friends that we feel sick and don't want to stay at the Ball. Then afterwards, we just pretend like nothing happened. No one but you and I will know."

"Whoa, Ginny..."

"I know, it's a really crazy idea..."

"I LOVE it!"

We spent 2 hours thinking up a fool proof scheme. Since Draco was more experienced with this sneaky stuff, he did most of the thinking. We thought of where to go - Draco's room; When we should leave - about 20 minutes after everyone started dancing; and most of all - How to get past Harry, without him knowing. We figured that if I stayed with Harry, no one would ever think that I would be with someone else. After all, I'm Ginny. The little innocent Weasley that would never do anything wrong, always been shadowed by her brother's successes. It was perfect. Except for one thing we never could have been prepared for...

Jealousy.

"Promise me something Draco. Apart from the fact of not telling anyone."

"Yer..."

"Promise me you won't get jealous."

He stared at me with those eyes again. I could never get over the fact that every time he stares at me, it was like he was reading my soul.

"It'll be hard Ginny; I'm not saying it won't. But I won't show it. All the time I spend with you will make it worth all... I won't get jealous.