January 2, 2006

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Original Harry Potter characters...invented,created...etc. by j.k. rowling.

Chapter One Unexpected guest

Love...was she ever gonna find it? That's all she wanted to find. Someone to hold her close throughout her hard times, someone to praise her and encourage her during her acheivements. Why couldn't he be the one? Why? Because he thought of her as a little sister. They weren't blood related, they weren't distant relations...yet he thought of her as if she were. This year she was to be a 6th year. This year she vowed to find love. She was going to be more out going and with the help of her extra cash from a summer job at George and Fred's shop, she was going to be more fashionably-socially accepted.

"Ginny, time to get up. Mum made you a plate of breakfast to go because we're running a little behind schedule due to dad having to stay late at the ministry last night. When your done getting dressed let me know and I'll get your trunk." Ron said before heading back downstairs where Hermione and Harry were sitting at the table.

Smiling, Ginny jumped up and ran to the shower. Once she was showered she ran back to her room and dressed. She called Ron before heading dowstairs. She met him at the bottom. His eyes buldged and jaw dropped.

"Ginerva! What are you wearing?" He yelled causing Harry and Hermione to come into the livingroom.

Harry's eyes grew wide and Hermione just raised an eyebrow in question. Ginny wore a mini jean skirt and a hot pink tub top that showed her belly button. A hot pink glittery belt hung loosely on her hips. She wore a pair of hot pink glittery slip flops of her pedicured feet. Her hair was straight and a dark auburn in color. It had turned that way naturally with age. Her body had filled out quite nicely as well. She was tan from the long hot summer, playing quidditch with her brothers and Harry and gardening with her mother. She barely had any freckles except for the few that spread across her cheeks and petite nose.

" Ron, I'm 16 now...I can choose to wear whatever I'd like. Now please get my trunk or I'll get it myself." and with that she went into the kitchen to greet her mother.

Ron stood there a few moments before getting her trunk and taking it to the car that the ministry had given to their father. Once they were all in the car, he started again.

"Mum, dad, are you really going to let her wear that?" He gawfed.

"She's a young lady now Ronald, she wears her clothes how she likes and she wears them respectfully. Let her be." THeir mother said.

"Are you serious? She looks like a major schleeze." He said wide-eyed.

"RONALD!" Their mother yelled. "Do NOT let me hear you bad mouth your sister like that again or you will not return to Hogwarts."

"Bu-"

"No, do you HEAR me?"

"Listen to your mother Ronald!" Their father said sternly.

Ron shout his mouth and glared at Ginny. How dare she wear such clothes and his parents let her. She's going to have all the boys following her around and he would have to beat theem up for looking at his little sister like she were a piece of meat.

Once they were at the station, Ginny said her good-byes and dashed off to the train to find an emtpy compartment. One without the golden-trio. She found one near the back of the train. She placed her trunk inside the compartment before sitting down and writing in her diary.

Dear Diary,

Grrrr, ROn makes me so angry. How dare he sit there and try to tell me what I can and can't wear. Oh wells! Mum and dad were on my side. Serves him right! He needs to mind his own business, besides, I'm 16 now. It's my 6th year, I can take care of myself and he needs to realize I'm not such a little girl anymore. I'm not that little frightened 1st year with an enormous crush on The-Boy-Who-Lived anymore. I'm Ginevra Weasley, a girl that grew up alot over that past 5 years. He'll get over though. And if he doesn't...OH WELLS! I'm not going back. I already started something and I'm going to finish it whether he likes it or not!

Till later,

Ginny

She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed that someone had entered the compartment and was sitting across from her. She finally looked up and was startled.

"What are you doing in my compartment, Malfoy?" She asked coldly.

"The rest were full with more than one person...and it looked quiet in here Weasley."

"That doesn't mean you can come sit in here without permission. What if I had been getting dressed?"

"That doesn't seem the problem, your not wearing much now. So what's the difference...beside you don't have anything I haven't seen before, being the Slytherin Sex God and all, but hey then again you ARE a Weasley, chances are they're fake and you're fake." He sneered.

"You'd like to think that wouldn't you. But the truth is, you WISH you could get beneath these clothes. Don't lie to yourself Mal-ferret."

"Like I'd ever touch or look at the likes of you...a lowly Weasley who lives in a cardboard box."

"whatever Malfoy." She said before turning to look out the window. "Why aren't you with all your Slytherin homies?"

"Not that it's any of your business," He sneered," but, I'm trying to lose them purposely. I'd rather not deal with their bullshit today."

"Well, how does sitting with a Weasley account for not dealing with bull shit?"

Draco sighed deeply rolling his eyes and not answering her. He stayed quiet for a while before the snack cart came around. He bought tons of goodies as did Ginny. The two sat eatting their snacks quietly before out of no where Draco was spitting and cussing.

"Nasty ass. Eww, what the hell IS that?" He looked funny, face contorted weirdly.

Ginny giggled and he shot her a sneer.

"What ARE you laughing at WEASLEY?" He shot.

"I'm laughing at you Malfoy. I never thought I'd see the day a Malfoy would spit, something so un-mannerly, infront of anyone especially a lady."

"You are not a lady and you are not worth manners. You and your-" He looked at her clothes, finally realizing them he was stuck. She actually looked really nice and she really wasn't ugly. The littlest Weasley had grown up over the summer. She was- well she was hot.

"Me and my what? Huh Malfoy?" This time she was the one to smirk seeing his eyes wander.

"Stop talking to me Weasley."

"You were the one to sit in MY compartment. Not the other way around."

"I don't see your name on it. So there for it's not YOUR compartment."

Ginny glared at him and decided to take out her muggle ipod. She put it on and was listening for about 20 minutes before she forgot someone else was in the room. She began to bob her head to the beat and then started singing just loud enough for Draco to hear her. She had a nice voice. He had to admit that much and for being a Weasley she really was beautiful. Did I just really for the second time think a Weasley was beautiful? He thought to himself. No, definitely not. She's a Weasley.

By the end of the song ginny was singing more loudly and had begun to really get into it. Finally when the song was over she opened her eyes that she hadn't even realized were closed and saw a shocked Malfoy. She blushed deeply before sitting back in her seat and turning towards the window. Suddenly Malfoy was up, changing because they were close to the school. Ginny did a quick spell and her clothes were changed as well. Her skirt was short, socks up to her knees, and her blouse was tight fitted with her cleavage showing. Her shoes were new, and they completed the look. Her tie hung loosely around her collar and she pulled on a button up gryffindor sweater. Folding her clothes the muggle way, she put them in her trunk along with her diary. Before long they were there. The two departed without another word.

Tell me what you think, this is my first attempt at a fanfiction. Please Review...and if you have any ideas for me...lemme know. Thanks!

Jari