Hey there all.

I know it has been a really long time since I have update my other stories but I have had this story in my head for days and have been finding it hard to work on the others when this one has been bothering me. So I though I would start this one up and then carry on with the others.

I hope you will let me know what you think at the end.

Thanks…HC

"You don't understand…" The fifth year girl wined to another. "We were quite happy kissing. I was even enjoying it. When he hugged me closer and I felt something push against my stomach!"

Ginny Weasley's head shot up. No longer was her attention on the book she had been reading. But was now firmly on the two girls in her year sitting three tables in front of her. It was easy to hear every word they were saying as the library was empty. Plus these girls were not known for being quite talkers.

"Oh, my, gosh! What did you do?" the second one asked.

Ginny bit her lip, hoping to stop the giggles that she could feel trying to take control.

"I moved away and he turned bright red…and said that he couldn't stop that from happening."

Ginny snorted and quickly looked down at her book again. The only sign of her laughter being her shaking shoulders.

"What do you think it was?" the second one asked.

Praying to stop the laughter was not helping either. One did not grow up in a house full of blokes and not know what was going on with the poor boy. Fancy being knocked down just because he got a…little…excited.

"I hope he's not ill." The first said in a worried voice.

That's it. Grabbing her books she walked quickly out into the hall and leaned against the wall letting the laughter finally flow. Dammit she wished there had been someone else with her. There was no way that she would be able to share this with someone else without cracking up all over again.

The door to the library opened again and one very pissed off Draco Malfoy stormed out. He stopped when he saw her leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing here weasel?" he snapped.

"That's none of your concern. It was a free country last time I checked." Ginny was right on the defensive.

Malfoy smirked and stepped closer to her.

"Yes but for how long?"

With that he turned and left.

That night Ginny checked her laces were done up nice and tight. There was nothing worse than running and then having to stop because your lace has come undone once again. She straightened and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Hair flying about your face was another annoyance. She jogged on the spot for a sec or two before starting off around that lake at a gentle pace. Forget reading or chess or even flying around on a broom. Jogging was the only way to really wind down after a tough day. Plus it leaves you in pretty good shape too. That's not to say Ginny was a loyal jogger. She often never jogged for months and then one day she would be out again. But that didn't really bother her. In fact when she was running there was very little that would or could bother her. Think about it, the ground, wither it be dry, wet or frozen, did not care wither you were looking your best. Nor did it care if you were pissed off or over the moon with happiness. All it really cared was that you came to visit it every now and again.

She hadn't planned on coming out tonight but she had anger to work out of her system, Plus a little thinking to do.

Malfoy…what could she think about him that she had never thought before. He was and still is a git. He makes her feel small at every opportunity. Nope…she knew all that already. He took what had been a moment of fun in a hard week, make that a hard month, and made it like every other second of every other day.

Shaking her head she focused on her feet as they hit the ground with a reassuring rhythm. There really was nothing like jogging.

"You have got to be fuckin' kidding me!"

The shock of hearing his voice made her trip over her own feet.

"At least that solved that problem."

Ginny sat up and watched Malfoy jog past her and on his way around the lake.

Draco Malfoy jogs! At the same time I do! Ouch my ankle really hurts! It's gonna hurt real bad in the morning.

Gingery getting to her feet, Ginny stood watching the white haired Slytherin make his way around the lake. Little white clouds coming from his mouth. How did he do it? Take the fun out of jogging!

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Growling she turned away from him and set off again. After making it half way around the lake she had to stop. It was no good. Her ankle was killing her. She just needed a moments rest before she set off for the castle. Sitting down she laid her injured leg out in front of her and bent the other, wrapping her arm around her knee. Temptation told her to look up and see where Malfoy was but she was not going to give in. Instead she laid back and watched the stars twinkle in the sky. So bright, so far away. It was good that something so beautiful and pure was safe from the harm that was here on earth. From the harm that people can do to each other, for no reason other than they can.

A snort brought her head up. Malfoy jogged past her.

"Wimp." Could be heard from under his breath.

"twat." Was muttered back.

No way was she going to stay here and have that idiot curse her every time he ran past? She wiggled her foot and winced at the pain that shot up her leg. Dammit this is going to hurt. Carefully she stood up.

"Whoa." She cried as she fell back to the ground. Okay so it wasn't going to hurt it was just going to give way beneath her. Groaning she stood again only to fall ungracefully to the ground once more.

"Something wrong Weasel?" an amused Malfoy asked.

Not looking up she answered. "Nothing that concerns you."

He laughed out loud at this. Looking up she could see that his hair was un-geld and fell into his face. A fine layer of sweat covered his skin. His plain white t-shirt stuck to his chest, blue shorts flapped gently in the light breeze.

"And I bet you didn't think to bring your wand out with you. In case something exactly like this happened."

She wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That she had her wand with her but she could not. And dammit, that smirk on his face was enough to let her know that he knew he was right.

"Bugger of Malfoy."

"I got no problem with that. It isn't me that is going to have spend all night out here till some one realises in the morning that your missing." He laughed and jogged back to the castle.

Already she could feel the dampness seep through her clothes, her very bones felt cold, making her shiver. The pain in her ankle was giving her a very bad headache. She almost laughed. How stupid she had been when she thought that things could not get worse.

Then suddenly it was gone. Her head no longer hurt, her ankle stopped aching and she was warm as if someone had set a fire in front of her. Looking around, she could see Malfoy at the entrance to the castle slipping his wand back into his pocket before slipping through the door. Standing slowly her ankle held her weight.

What the hell? Had Malfoy just helped her out? Why? What does he want?