Hello! So, I began writing this story literally 10 years ago when I was 14, maybe 15. I then abandoned it because I probably began thinking I was too ~cool~ to be writing fan fiction. Or maybe it was around the time I got caught up in spending time with real boys –not fictional Draco Malfoys'- who knows. Regardless, it is the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter, and with that has come the hundreds of Buzzfeed posts regarding Harry Potter fan fiction. I decided to take a trip down Nostalgia Lane and stumbled upon this story. Despite the grammatical errors I'm actually very impressed with my teenaged self. I have such a vivid memory of where my imagination was going with this story. So, 10 years later, as I'm nearly finishing up my university degree and will be entering grad school shortly, I'm deciding to edit this up and add to it. Keep in mind that the first three chapters were written ten years ago, and I know longer know the Harry Potter world quite as well as I used to, so if you notice any inconsistencies please don't hesitate to let me know.

Also this story is not compatible with Deathly Hallows.

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it, duh.

Chapter One

So It Begins...

"Do they even cure you? Or is it just to humor us before we die?" - Alexisonfire

Draco Malfoy, your typical rich spoiled rotten kid. He had everything he wanted and he could get anything he wanted. Whether it was the latest broomstick or getting back into Hogwarts once he had let hundreds of death eaters in the school. It was true; Draco Malfoy was back in school. It made most of the students and teachers furious, but McGonagall, the new Headmistress, figured that he deserved another chance for multiple reasons. He wasn't the one who killed Dumbledore, yes, he was supposed to, but he didn't. Also, per Draco's mother, he was far too young to make the decision himself. His father said he had to be one, and if he wasn't The Dark Lord would have killed him, and wouldn't think twice about it. That was no lie.

After hearing this, one would think his life was horrible, and for a while it was. All the stress from the last year had gotten to him, and he really thought he was going insane. He still has nightmares of Voldermort's gleaming red eyes. He would often wake up shaking, sweaty, and his arm where the mark was engraved burned. However, no one had to know about that…put all that aside, he was happy.

It was six o'clock in the morning on the day where everything would change. His eyes fluttered open. The morning sun shined through the giant windows, and it felt as though he was getting blinded by the warm rays. He rolled onto his side. Lying next to him was the most beautiful girl in the entire school. Rose Harper. The two were to marry once they graduated, this had been planned since before they were born. Neither of them really loved each other, however, they were stuck with each other, so they figured they would make the best of it. She had bronze skin, and long brown hair that went half way down her back with bangs going straight across her forehead. Her eyes matched her hair, they were chocolate brown, and suited her perfectly.

Draco rolled out of bed and hopped into the shower. He hated getting up this early but he could never sleep past six. Every morning was the same. He would to the great hall and get something to eat before anyone else was even up yet. He would enjoy his breakfast in the peaceful silence then venture to the library and read until it was time to go to classes. He turned the shower off and put on his uniform which consisted of the white dress shirt and black pants with the green and silver tie. He looked in the mirror for a few minutes, just staring at his reflection. He was getting worn down; he had dark lines under his cold silver eyes. He had platinum blonde hair that went past his ears, and his skin was so pale, he looked as though he had never been outside. He was very attractive; in fact, he was the most attractive male in Slytherin. In his opinion he was most attractive out of the entire school, but other people disagreed. Apparently Potter and Weasley were, but Draco attributed this to their everlasting 'Hero Status'.

He slowly crept outside of his dorm, and made his way to the great hall. His day had started. it was the day where everything would begin. It's the day that everything he had previously believed about the people around him would slowly be proved wrong. It was the day his perfect life would turn into the not-so perfect life.
It was the day he met her.

Ginny Weasley, the youngest of seven kids woke up on the crisp November morning. She was possibly one of the happiest girls in all of Hogwarts. She was with her amazing boyfriend, Harry Potter, whom she loved more than anything. She had the best friends a girl could ask for, one of them being her brother, Ron Weasley. Most people usually can't stand their siblings, however, Ginny enjoyed spending time with her many brothers. Yes, they would often get into arguments, and yes, he was overly protective of her, but they always get over it.

Her life wasn't all rainbows and sugarplums. She had her stresses and anxieties just like everyone else, she would just push aside them all aside and swallow the pain. It wasn't smart but she couldn't stand feeling down on herself, so she just shut out everything negative and focused on the good. Harry often had to leave Hogwarts, sometimes for weeks at a time, but she knew that would happen. The war, the horrible war, was tearing the world apart, and Harry was in the very middle of it. Hermione and Ron would also leave with him as well, leaving Ginny behind. Leaving her worried and hopeless. She wanted to fight with them but she knew they wouldn't listen. She put everything aside and waited for them to return, and when they did, she would be there with a bright happy face greeting them with giant hugs.

She pulled herself out of bed, and got dressed. Her wardrobe consisted of used uniforms and old clothes from Hermione. However, she had a beautiful green cloak that she bought for herself. She saved every knut and galleon and put it towards that cloak. She only wore it on special occasions, like Bill's wedding during the summer. She felt like a different person while wearing it. A more confident, strong, honest Ginny. She wanted to tell everyone what she thought of the war, and how she wanted to fight in it while she was wearing it, but she never got the chance. She brushed out her dark red hair and, to her dismay, put on the ugly school uniform which consisted of a grey pleaded skirt, white dress shirt, and a red and gold tie.

She walked down into the common room. There was Harry. Sleeping soundly on the couch with a pile of homework around him. He was run down, on top of saving the world he also had to worry about his marks. He had to do well this year, or else he would never make it as an auror. Ginny kissed his cheek and smiled. He was so handsome, with his black hair all over the place. She never thought she's end up with Harry, but hey, stranger things have happened.

She walked quickly to the great hall, she had quite a bit of energy considering it was only about 6:30 in the morning. She was expecting it to be completely empty but she was wrong. At the end of the Slytherin table was the certain blonde headed Slytherin. She hated him with such a passion, she wished he could have gotten sent too Azkaban, but nope, she got too deal with him for one more year. She tried ignore him, and went off too her own table hoping he wouldn't even see her. But she messed up that plan. As she pulled out her chair, it made a horrible screeching sound. His head snapped up from his coffee and bagel, and stared right at her. Her brown eyes met with his, and they just stared at each other for a few seconds until Ginny sat down in the chair, and poured herself a cup of coffee. She stared down, trying not to make eye contact with him, but he continued staring at her.

She soon got fed up and said bluntly, "What?"

"What?" he asked, "I'm not doing anything"

"You're staring at me," She said snidely. He was the only person that could ruin her day.

"No, I was looking at the artwork on the wall behind you." he said honestly, and went back to his coffee.

"Oh," She said quietly.

There was silence again. Ginny wished he would just leave. She looked up at him, and this time she found herself staring at him. He noticed his weathered looking eyes and the way his platinum hair seemed to perfectly fall in front of them. Then she noticed him smirk. Without even looking up Draco said, "Weasley, stop staring at me."

"I wasn't staring at you. I was looking at the windows," She said, smirking

"Oh," This time he was the one who said that, but he continued talking, "Why are you up? It's Saturday."

"I couldn't sleep," She answered, sipping her coffee. "Why are you awake?"

"Same reason." he answered.

It was silent again. She desperately wished her drink wasn't so hot so that she could drink all in one gulp and leave, but cold coffee wasn't that great.

"You're really not that talkative, are you?" He asked, staring at her again.

"Not when it comes to you" She answered simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"And what's wrong with me?"

"Malfoy, in case you haven't noticed, I really don't like you." He was starting to annoy her…

"Why?" He smirked.

"Why do you think? You're evil, you're cruel, and I hate you." She didn't know where that came from, but it just came out. She almost wished she could have taken it back. It was too early for this…

"How so?"

"Stop asking questions!" She shrieked.

"Why?"

She sighed loudly, and left the great hall and her coffee behind. She really needed that coffee today.

"Weasley?" Draco had gotten up and followed her

"What do you want?" She shouted exasperatedly.

"You're shoes un-tied" He smirked then simply walked away.

Ginny screamed. It was not wise to make her angry this early in the morning. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. Draco became stiff as a board and fell to the ground.

"Miss Weasley!" Professor McGonagall hurried towards the two, "What do you think you are doing?"

"Um-he was annoying me." Ginny couldn't think of a better excuse. She didn't even have a good reason for doing what she did.

McGonagall unfroze Draco and said sternly, "Detention, both of you, my office, tonight."

"What!" Draco shouted, "I did nothing!"

"Shut your mouth before it's a week of detention!" She said with nostrils flaring, "Now, run along!"

"Stupid Weasley" Draco muttered before walking away to the library.

"God Damnit" she said too herself, she really didn't want to spend all night with Draco Malfoy.