Chapter thirteen

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A/N I'm gonna change this up a bit and start doing some first person! This is Ginny POV:

I sit on my bed, book open in my hands, but I'm not reading. There's a muffled conversation going on downstairs. All I can gather is that Harry and Malfoy are staying here. I hate Malfoy. If it wasn't for him, then Harry would be mine. But it's how things worked out, so I guess I'll just have to did a way to get over it.

But then they walk past my door, and a sweep of hatred pours over me. I glare at Harry, and Malfoy snarls at me. He snarled. What kind of person snarls?

~~Time skip~~breakfast~~

Throughout breakfast I try to catch Harry's eye. I try to find the slightest hint he isn't fully happy, but I can't. He's smiling more than I've ever seen him. Every so often he looks at Malfoy loveingly, and even though I'm insanely jealous, I can't help but feel happy for him. Harry is my friend, after all. It doesn't mean I hate Malfoy any less, though.

Draco POV

That weaselette keeps looking at Harry. It's really pissing me off. Why can't she just keep her eyes to herself? Her green eyes keep raking over him, yet Harry doesn't seem to notice. It's all I can do to keep from pouncing on her.

A/N okay I know this was a really shitty little chapter but it's going to get better because they're going back to school next chapter and I have some things planned yey! And thanks ssssoooooo much for 1k! I'm so happy it's ridiculous and I give you all virtual hugs through my phone *hug*

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