If He Only Knew (Drinny)

HELP!!!!!

Hey guys, I'm so sorry I've been off wattpad for a while, but I'm back now and I'm gonna update. Thank you all so much for the comments and the likes, they mean a lot to my little heart.

Walking around the grounds with Malfoy is utterly terrifying, not in the sense that I'm afraid of him (because I'm most definitely not), but the feeling of doing something forbidden that goes against my human nature; especially as I'm a Weasley.

"How do you care so much for Potter?" He says eyes following the ripples in the water in the black lake.

"I..." To be honest there is no current reason as to why I like him, and my words struggle out of my mouth in a mix match of different reasons that are not true.

He looks up at me his grey eyes startlingly bright, under the impeccable heat of the sun's rays, I force myself to look away before my cheeks start turning the ever so famous Weasley red.
"You can't think of one can you?" He smirks. "This indicates to me that the whole thing about liking Potter is a false facade." He says mockingly.

"It's not it's just... none of your business actually." I say stamping my foot on the ground.

He just heaves a long sigh. "Okay, it's none of my business... yet." I look at him truly perplexed. We carry on walking in comfortable silence. That is until I feel his cold soft fingers wrapping themselves around my own. I look up at him and he gives me a small childlike grin, not a smirk but a grin, I can't help but smile back at him. 

"You know what Weasley?" He says without a care.

"What?" I ask bewildered at the sudden change of mood.

"I don't think you like Potter as much as you say you do."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you haven't pulled your hand away."

Then it dawns on me, I didn't take my hand away. Oh god no! Someone help me, I think I'm losing my mind. I slowly withdraw my hand from his grasp. He gives a small chuckle.

"Oh Ginny there you are." HARRY!! Okay I actually need help now, he's going to one hundred percent thing there's something going on with me and Malfoy.

"GINNY WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM AGAIN?" Harry roared the fierce predatory look gleaming in his eyes.

This time I couldn't help myself. "RON DOESN'T GET TO DECIDE WHO I SPEND MY TIME WITH! ONLY I GET TO DO THAT."

Harry looks at me the look in his eyes gone and replaced with shock.

"Merry late Christmas Weasley." He says and places his lips over mine. Unbeknownst to me, above were we stood rooted in the doorway was a cluster of mistletoe. My first ever kiss was with Malfoy.

I push him off me quick knowing Harry is watching. But I guess he's not anymore as he leaps for Malfoy, hitting Malfoy in the stomach.

"I've been waiting to do that since first year." Harry said.

Wheezing Malfoy retorts with. "And I've been waiting to do this." Bringing his right first up smacks Harry in the side of the head. Harry stumbles and falls back.

"ENOUGH." I shout. As a blast of light is thrown towards me, hurtling so fast I can't dodge it, that and it was coming from behind me. The last thing I remember before darkness consumed me, was who the hell hit me with a spell. Because whoever it was is going to pay dearly.