Welcome to It's Gonna Be Me!

I have really bad writer's block right now, so this is just a fluffy, humorous, little songfic loosely based around the song It's Gonna Be Me by the greatest boy band in the world, NSYNC. The story is AU with a few elements of canon and no Voldemort or any evil of any sort, just regular problems. Ginny will have a lot of boyfriends, there probably won't be much Romione, and Harry's parents really did die in a car crash, but he was raised by Sirius. And really, that fact wasn't even needed. Hope you enjoy it.

I've already completed this story and it's only 8 chapters long. Some of the chapters are rather short on their on anyways. Just a little something as I'm trying to write out the battle in The Lives Of The Broken.

As always, I own nothing but the plot. Queen Rowling owns everything else, including my sanity and my Weasley King. Give him up woman!

Oh yeah. RedHeadedVixen I messaged you!

On with the fic :)

You might've been hurt, babe

That ain't no lie

You've seen them all come and go, oh..

I remember you told me

That it made you believe in

No man, no cry

Maybe that's why

Chapter 1: Terry Boot

Summer, 1989

Narcissa Malfoy always made sure that she raised her nine year old son, Draco Malfoy, to be a perfect gentleman, especially to girls and women. She taught him to always open doors, to grab the check, to compliment, and to genuinely make a girl that he had fallen for feel like she is the one and only in his world.

His father, Lucius, on the other hand, was living proof that chivalry was indeed dying, and dying fast. True, in public, he acted like a gentleman to save face, but Draco would see that he was arrogant, untrustworthy. He ruled the manor and everything in it with an iron fist, and had taught Draco that everyone was beneath him and to treat them as such.

The boy was always conflicted, however, in most circumstances, he leaned towards his mother's advice. He seemed to have better results when he did as she said.

On nice days, Narcissa would take Draco to the park to play with other children. Being an only child, Draco was usually alone and bored. His two best friends were pureblood boys by the names of Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, and sometimes the girl Pansy Parkinson would come and drool all over him, something that Draco found to be absolutely annoying. Unfortunately, Blaise and Theo were not at the park today, but a couple other wizarding children were.

He had seen then only a brief second before in his life, however, he knew a lot about them from listening to his father prattle on about them. Red hair, a quidditch team of monstrous looking children, blood traitors, poorer than a house elf who had just been given clothes, and what's worse, dressed like a house elf that had just been given clothes. He was always told by his father that these were the bottom of the barrel and to not associate himself with them. And if he had to, let them know their place.

So it confused him very much when his mother sat down with a lady that looked like she would be the mother and started talking and laughing with her. Usually his mother did as she was told by his father, but here she was, cavorting happily with the matriarch of the family that his father despised more than muggles.

He looked onto the playground and found his favorite spot: the jungle gym. Draco loved climbing the jungle gym, it felt like a castle and when he was 8 and made it to the top for the very first time, he felt triumphant and as if he were a king. So from then on, he and the boys would race to see who would make it to the top and be crowned king of the playground for the day. Blaise usually made it up there first, or came in a close second to him.

He quickly climbed the cold steel bars and made it to the top, only to find a small red headed girl already sitting there, smiling at him.

He paused. Because of the hair, he instantly knew it was a Weasley, however, she didn't match anything of what his father had said about them. The only girls around his age he had ever really seen up close were Pansy and the oldest Greengrass girl whom he didn't pay much mind to either. So while he didn't have much to compare to, he could honestly think to himself, that this was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire nine years of living.

The girl looked at him and held out her hand. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. "I've never seen you here before when I come."

Draco looked at her hand, and then back at the girl. He felt like he was having an internal battle in his head. He could hear his father's voice almost screaming at him not to associate with her. Tell her how poor she was. How ugly her dress was. Push her off the jungle gym, she isn't important enough to be up here. He could also hear his mother's calm voice telling him to introduce himself. Take her hand. Ask her things. Make her feel special.

He chose what he felt wouldn't get him pushed off the jungle gym. He took the girl's hand, did a small bow, and kissed it. "I'm Draco Malfoy." he said.

The girl drew her hand back and looked at the boy, confused. "Why did you kiss my hand?" she asked.

"My mother told me to always kiss a lady's hand when introducing yourself. She said that it's polite."

"But I'm only a girl."

"Well, you're going to grow up to be a lady, aren't you?" asked Draco jokingly.

The girl laughed. "I guess you're right. I don't have to kiss your hand, do I?"

Draco smiled at the girl. She was amusing. "No. Not unless you want to. But I don't think guys get their hands kissed."

The girl laughed once again. Draco found himself really enjoying her laughter. "I'm not going to kiss your hand. Boys hands are dirty. Well my brothers hands are always dirty."

Draco sat down onto the still bar at the op of the jungle gym beside her. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Ginevra Weasley. You can call me Ginny. I hate my whole first name. And I'm 8."

"I'm 9. That makes me older than you." said Draco in a superior voice.

"One of my brothers is 9. Ron. He's down there on the monkey bars with my other brothers. They go to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"I can't wait to go to Hogwarts."said Draco. I've only been homeschooled."

"Us too."said Ginny. "It's hard to learn things sometimes. My brothers can be gits. But don't tell them that I said that."

"I won't."said Draco truthfully. He felt that he would keep every secret she would ever tell him.

"Do you have brothers and sister?" asked Ginny.

"No, it's just me. And the house elves of course." aid Draco.

"House elves? Wow. Your mum and dad must be very rich. We don't have house elves. My brother Fred says Mum likes to work us like house elves though." said Ginny.

Under normal circumstances, this would be the perfect opportunity for Draco to brag about all the money house family had and all the things he was spoiled with. But he actually wanted this girl to like him.

"I guess. I don't really know." he lied. Ginny seemed to smile at that.

"You know, you're nice." said Ginny. "Most boys aren't nice to girls."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this one boy, Terry Boot, he said he wanted to be my boyfriend, and I said yes. Then he tried to order me around and make me be his servant. I even do that for my brothers so I told him no. Then he pushed me, threw dirt on me, and called me ugly. He said he didn't want to be my boyfriend anymore and no one would ever want to." said Ginny, sadly as she wiped at her eye.

Draco felt Ginny's emotions shift. He hoped she wouldn't cry. He didn't know what to do with crying girls. The last time Pansy cried around him, he left her by herself. He didn't want to do Ginny like that. He found that he wanted to do whatever it took to make her feel better. To see that smile again.

"You're queen of the playground." he said quickly.

"What?"

When my friends and I come, we play a game. Whoever makes it to the top first is king of the playground. And since you got here before I did, that makes you queen."

Ginny started to smile. "You would let me be queen?"

"Why not? You earned it."

Ginny squealed in delight and looked upon her kingdom. "What do I do now that I am queen?" she asked.

"Whatever you want, I guess."

"Can I give you a hug?" asked Ginny slyly.

Draco looked nervous. Pansy always tried to hug him and he hated it. Blaise always said if a girl hugged you, that meant that you had to marry her. And while the thought of marrying Pansy was utterly revolting, being married to Ginny didn't seem so bad.

So be nodded, and allowed her to hug him.

"You know what that means, right? " he asked when she was done.

"What?"

"We have to get married. When a boy and a girl hug, that means that they have to get married." said Draco proudly.

Ginny laughed. "That's not true. My brothers hug me all the time and that doesn't mean I have to marry them."

"I'm not your brother." smirked Draco.

"Well, I'm not going to marry you, Draco Malfoy." laughed Ginny.

"Oh yes you are Ginny Weasley. Just you wait" said Draco, determined for the girl to see reason.

Ginny was about to say more, when her mother called her and her brothers to leave. She smiled at Draco and waved before she climbed down. "See you around. I gotta go home."

Draco hated to see her go, but he knew they would see each other again and when they did, he would convince her that they were going to get married.

"Bye." said Draco waving back. He climbed down and watched her walk of with her family. His mother came up behind him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Did you make a new friend, darling?" asked Narcissa.

"No, I met my wife. We are going to get married one day."said Draco, looking up at his mother.

Narcissa looked down at her son, smiling at him. "Better not let your father know you want to marry the Weasley girl."

Draco frowned. "What do you say Mother?"

"I say do what your heart tells you dear.. Just don't tell your father about today."

"I won't. I promise." he said as he watched the red flowing pigtails disappear into the distance.

Draco had made up his mind. He was going to get Ginevra Weasley no matter what it took or how long. She was going to be his someday.