Hey everyone! Here's the first chapter. Don't forget that the more you review, the more I write ^^ ! Anyway, enjoy the story!

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Ignored. That's exactly what I am. Who I am. It describes me perfectly. I'm a shadow. Nobody sees me. I'm Ron's little sister or the little Weasley, but never Virginia Weasley. I never meant to be ignored, it just happened that way.

There's a time when I wasn't completely unnoticed though. Take my second year per instance. It's hard to go unnoticed when just the year before you've been possessed and almost killed by the most evil wizard ever. There's also my fourth year, when people began to think that after all, maybe I wasn't that much of a freak (because that's what almost everyone thought of me after the events I just described) and a couple of boys began to notice me. It's the only year I've had a boyfriend up to date. Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw boy. That's the year I ceased to have my childish crush on the boy who lived.

After that year I really don't know what happened, but I went from slightly popular to heavily ignored, just like before. Maybe it was the fact that Voldemort had just risen again and that you couldn't trust anyone anymore. I think that's the reason, really. After all, I had been some sort of supporter to the dark lord in my first year. That made me even more untrustworthy than the majority of the Slytherin in the eyes of the other students. No wonder I had no friends.

Since the end of my fourth year I'm ignored again, that's good, now isn't it? I love sarcasm.

However, being ignored has its advantages. You learn to observe, to listen. I have no one to talk to, so instead I listen. I know everything that's going on in Hogwarts. I can know someone's identity just by the sound of its footsteps. No one ever looks at me, so it's easier to look at them. I can tell how someone is feeling or thinking just by glancing at them or by looking in their eyes.  

Except Malfoy. I don't know how he does it, but every time I try to read him, I fail. It's like he's able to block all emotions from showing in his eyes or in the rest of his body for that matter. Usually, you can tell a person's mood or if a person is lying or not by the way they move or speak. However, Malfoy seems to have it all calculated. Just like me. After all those years of reading, as I call it, I've learned to hide my emotions, to make it impossible to read me. I never lose my temper and I never laugh. Okay, that happens, but not in front of other people. I wonder if Malfoy is able to read the others. We may have more in common that I thought.

However, there's a big difference between him and I. I'm being ignored while he's being feared.

It's no wonder people fear Draco Malfoy though. After all, his father is a well-known deatheater and almost no one doubts that the younger Malfoy is going to follow in his father's footsteps and become one of Voldemort's most loyal followers. I was no exception and also thought that he was going to be an evil wizard, but that was before I knew him. That's understandable since the only things I knew about him were that he mocked my family's poverty each time he saw Ron, that he was the enemy of my 'beloved Harry' (God, I was so pathetic) and that his father was one of Voldemort's most evil minions. To top it all, he was in Slytherin.

When I begun to know him, I realized that it was just a façade. 

I had never really met him before my fifth year. The end of my fifth year that is. Sure, I knew who he was, but then again everybody knows who Draco Malfoy is, but what I mean is that I had hardly ever talked to him. I had never thought of him as more than a rich arrogant boy. I thought he always had had everything he wanted and that his life was as simple as it can be. How wrong was I. I didn't realize it until the last day of fifth year though.

I was walking at the far end of the lake when I heard a strange noise behind one of the willow trees, a couple meters away. It wasn't really a strange noise after all, but for a place when there's no human being most of the time, it's strange. It was the sound of breathing. The sound of someone asleep, to be more precise.

You see, I had that strange tradition to come to this place, far from the castle, well, as far as I could go and still be on the Hogwarts's grounds, each time I had to leave the castle. I knew it was dangerous, with Voldemort coming back and all, but it was a tradition and I felt like something terrible would happen if  I didn't continue that odd ritual of mine. Anyway, back to the sleeping thingy. 

I approached the willow tree and decided I had to wake whoever was sleeping under it, because it was only a few hours before the students boarded the Hogwarts Express, and I didn't want the sleeping person to miss the train. That was so kind of me. With each step I took I heard the breathing sounds getting clearer, but I didn't recognize them. I knew it was a boy however. When I discovered who was sleeping there, I seriously thought about not waking him up. Yep, you guessed right, it was none other than Draco Malfoy himself.

"What are you doing here, Weasley?" He asked, with amazingly no trace of sleep in his voice. He had woken up while I was seriously doubting I was kind enough to wake him up.

"Talking a walk, Malfoy." I hated being called by my last name, which happened more often than not, and even though my voice had stayed calm, I pronounced his last name in a way I thought he'd understand he was better not call me Weasley again.

"Do you mind if I walk you back to the castle, Virginia?" He had taken the hint.

"I don't mind." This was the perfect opportunity to learn a little bit about him and maybe even try to read him.

It was weird that he had proposed to walk me back though. I wondered why a rich and arrogant Malfoy like him would risk being seen in the company of a poor, muggle loving Weasley like me. We walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence when I decided I wasn't going to know anything about him if we stayed silent and that's why I asked him the question I was burning to ask him. 

"So, why did a Malfoy like you decided to walk a Weasley like me back to the castle?" I couldn't wait to se his answer. He was probably going to say something about my family's poverty. He was likely to answer that whenever a Weasley talked to him.

"There's something I don't understand about you, Virginia. You dislike being seen as just a Weasley, but you see me as just a Malfoy." Said Draco with a small smirk.

I hadn't even thought he could reply something as clever as that, let alone something other than an insult. 'Maybe he's not one of the best student in his year because his father pays the teachers after all.' said a small voice at the back of my mind. I didn't show him I was taken aback though. I didn't want to give him the pleasure of making me speechless. I was quickly thinking up a somewhat smart answer when a strange ray of red light and a yelled 'expelliarmus' hit Malfoy.

I was almost as stunned as him when his wand went flying toward a mess of red hair known as my brother Ron. He had been pretty near and I hadn't even heard or seen him and his friends approach, even though they usually made enough noise to wake the dead just by walking. Were my senses beginning to fail me? Certainly not. It was just that it had been so long since I had been so engrossed in a conversation, or so engrossed in anything for that matter, that I wasn't familiar with the feeling.

"Ron, calm down. I don't reckon you have the right to attack someone during a perfectly civilized exchange." My voice was the same as always, but I knew my eyes were much colder. I was angry with him for interrupting my first ever conversation with Draco Malfoy. Couldn't my brother, just like everyone else does all the time, ignore me just this one time? No, he had to be the older, overprotective brother he always is.

Ron looked at Malfoy and me and understood that I hadn't been attacked or anything. Malfoy began to leave, but when he passed me by he whispered something so that I would be the only one to hear it.

"Think about it, Virginia."

He then took his wand away from Ron and continued walking with his usual grace toward the castle. I sent one last cold glance toward Ron and followed Malfoy. It's funny how I can make Ron feel bad or shut up with a simple glance. After all, it's him who is almost a foot taller than me.

That was how my first conversation with Malfoy went. I spent the first few weeks of the summer thinking about what Draco had said to me and I finally understood that I was judging him as a Malfoy and not as an individual. I decided I had to speak with him as soon as I saw him. I had that opportunity two days before the start of term, in Flourish and Botts, the store in which I had almost fought with him just before my first year. When I was young, innocent…and madly in love with Harry Potter. That was a long time ago.

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So…First chapter, the toughest part. I hate introducing my stories. Anyway, this is the second time I post this story, because I just opened a new account on ff.net and decided to start again. I liked this story and thought I could continue it with this account.

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