Ginny hung back after Defense Against the Dark Arts the next day, hoping to snag Draco before class.

He was the picture of carefree style as he strolled into the room in tailored robes, his bookbag slung over his arm, eyes set straight ahead.

"No short skirt today?" he said coolly. "You might get your "E" in Potions if you wore it for Slughorn."

"How long did it take you to do your hair this morning?" came Ginny's blithe retort. "Hired Zabini to be your stylist, have you?"

He grinned. "Good to see you too."

"I'm sorry about yesterday."
He waved a hand about airily. "No big deal. I know it can be hard to resist my dapper good looks."

Ginny laughed, but she was using every ounce of willpower she possessed to not tackle him again. "I just wanted to ask you something--"

Here it comes. "What?"

"Were you-- serious about what you said yesterday?" She glanced around to make sure no one else had entered the classroom yet. "About--" she dropped her voice to a whisper-- "about Harry?"

Fuck-all, why did I ever open my big mouth. "Yes."

"I just wanted to make sure I didn't, you know, hit my head on a rock and dream the whole thing up."


"You're going to tell me more about this later."

Despite himself, Draco felt a smile spread across his face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You can't tell me something like that, Draco Malfoy, and not expect me to want the juicy details. I may not be Lavender Brown--"

"Thank Merlin."

"--but I am curious sometimes." She paused. "And obviously you're a little-- curious-- too."

"Sod off," he said, but he was grinning.

"Meet me at the edge of the forest tonight then," she said, gathering her books.

"No humping this time?"

"No humping," she said, laughing, passing a very confused Hannah Abbott.