I was sitting in the Great Hall, watching Draco make fun of the Dream Team. God, do I wish I was on one of the teams, but no, I'm just little Ginny or Weaslette. The only time they've ever payed attention to me was in my first year. I'm always daydreaming about instead of Pansy or Hermione; I was the one standing next to Draco or Harry.

"Hey, Weaslette, what're you looking at? The gold plates? Planning to bring some home to your waste-of-life mother?" It was Draco, of course.

"You know what, Malfoy? Stop bagging on my family, especially Ginny." Ron said, putting up a good appearance for Hermione, like always.

Draco smirked as he swaggered away. Soon after, I got up and left, heading to my next class, I heard someone fighting.

"... Can't believe you've never kissed a girl, Draco." I heard Crabbe's voice coming around the corner at the end of the hall.

"I have," Draco fought back.

"Then I dare you to kiss the next girl that comes around the corner." Goyle said.

Unfortunately I didn't hear the last part, and I turned. Suddenly I was pulled around the waist and forcefully kissed, I didn't know by whom until I kicked him in the shins.

"Draco, gross, I hope you enjoyed yourself!" I said wiping off my mouth in disgust.

"Actually, you're not so bad for a blood-trading Weasley." Draco said with a mock-smile.

I snorted in disgust and walked away, though I could not help but admit that I was very pleased, for two reasons, one Draco kissed me, though probably on accident and two he said I wasn't bad, though mockingly.

I was the most confused 3rd year in the history of the world, because even though I knew it would be more sense full to fancy Harry, or hell, anybody in either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, I fancied the very arrogant Slytherin that was Draco Malfoy.

Nobody knew, not even my long standing best friend, Hannah Abbot. She, like everybody else, thought I fancied Harry. I never did fancy Harry, I was quiet at first because he was famous and I didn't want to sound stupid. Ever since I first met Draco when I was seven I fancied him. When I was sorted into Gryffindor my heart sank, but I put on a smile. I wanted to be Slytherin, not only because Draco's in Slytherin, but also because the Dream Team was not.

Finally I got to class and... HOLY CRAP WHY DO I HAVE A CLASS WITH DRACO? I looked at my schedule and sure enough, I had Double Potions with the forth years. Last year I was so good at potions that they decided to put me with the fourth year class. When I asked how I was going to take potions in my seventh year they reminded me that I was not the first student to ever skip a whole year of a subject. Now I was going to fail potions because if Draco is in my class I may never concentrate completely and make more of a fool of myself then I was likely to if I were concentrating.

"Miss Weasley?" I heard my name being called

"Yes, Professor?" Had Snape caught me staring at Draco?

"Mr. Weasley?" Ok, just role.

"Today we will be creating a Living Surrender potion; this is a potion that will take away all the victims'' will power. If taken in extent this potion can have long term affects. Does anyone know some of these affects?" Snape started, and of course buck teeth raised her hand in a millisecond. "Aw, Granger?"

"If taken in extent this potions' long term affects can be, illness, confusion, amnesia, arrogance, and permanent loss of will." Hermione said in her squeaky rat voice.

Then I heard my brother say to harry, "I wonder if Malfoy takes it in his breakfast?"

How can he hate Draco so? The object of my affection, the angel sent from Salazar Slytherin himself, the Slytherin prince?

"So, partner, are you ready?" I heard a familiar voice.

"Hm? Oh, sure Hermione! What do I do, stir or prepare the ingredients?"

"You can stir, I love doing the ingredients."

For a while the only thing worth watching in class was Neville trying not to cry over his cauldron, for Snape had insulted him by mentioning how worthless his parents were in the First Wizarding Battle. Then suddenly I was knocked out of my chair by a gigantic explosion.

"Malfoy, What the bloody hell?" I heard a Gryffindor saying from across the room.

I would have gotten up to see who it was but my head hurt too much to get up and if it didn't I still wouldn't be able to get up because there was somebody on top of me.

"Sorry, Halsbrook, potion-gone-wrong." HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT-GOD!Draco was on top of me.

"Malfoy, get the fuck off of me!"

"Excuse me, Weaslette, but I think you should talk to your elders with respect, maybe you'll actually be different from you parents and serve a purpose in life."That hot bastard.

"Try taking your own advice, Malfoy. Maybe you'll learn some manners." I heard Snape say.

Draco turned slowly with a How-Dare-He look on. "Yes, Sir."

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After class I was heading too Charms when, "Ginny! Here is a note from Professor Dumbledore; he says you are too open it immediately." Collin said, handing me a scroll with long, slanting handwriting on it.

"Thanks Collin! I will, hey, want to walk too Charms together?" He gave me a look that said 'open it' "Fine, Fine! Go on without me then."

"See you at lunch Ginny!" He said with admiring eyes.

I already knew that Collin fancied me, even though he was going out with Penelope's sister. Rolling my eyes at his back, I opened the letter

Ginerva Weasley,

Please report to my office before your next class, I have a proposition for you, which I think you will be interested in.

Albus Dumbledore.

P.S. I love liquorish wands

I had three minutes to get there, luckily I'm a Gryffindor, and we knew the shortcuts that not even Filch knew. Running, I got to Dumbledore's office with a minute to spare, shouted the password, and rushed up the stairs, before I could know he invited me in.

"Ahh, Miss Weasley, I was starting to wander if you'd get here on time!" Dumbledore said.

"Sorry, Professor, I was by the Charms room."I replied.

"It's all right, now for my proposition. I've noticed that you've excelled at every subject since your first year, so I was thinking you had enough time to tutor?" He said inquisitively.

"Yeah, of course I do!" I said enthusiastically.

"Great, every Tuesday and Thursday after dinner?" He asked

"Sounds good."I said.

"Then you are excused to go to your common room." He didn't even ask me to go to class!

I got up to leave but then when I opened the door I realized that I still didn't know whom I was tutoring

"Um, Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Whom will I be tutoring?"

"Well the object of your affection, of course."

"Wha?"

"Master Malfoy, in potions."

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