Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter.

A/N: This is my first fanfic. It's not the best but I hope you like it. I'm not sure how many chapters it's going to be but it won't be a really long story. Oh and I am American so I apologize about anything that doesn't sound British. Also, anything like 'this' is Ginny or Draco's thoughts. Enjoy!

Update: As of now, this story will only be 3 chapters long. It may or may not be continued in the future. Just letting you know.

Chapter 1: That Morning

It was a mild morning as Ginny Weasley stepped out onto the Quidditch pitch, broom in one hand. She looked up into the sky at the clouds turning red. The sun was just beginning to rise. She smiled, she loved this time in the morning, all was calm and peaceful.

Ginny got up onto her broom that she borrowed from the Gryffindor team supplies and zoomed ahead into the morning sky. She loved to fly. When she was on her broom soaring around in the air she forgot about everything that she worried about. It was as if she had not a care in the world.

At the moment she felt so free. The wind blew her fiery red hair around as she flew with her thoughts only on the world of Quidditch.

Quidditch was always so fascinating to her and she loved it. It was her escape from everything. She would go through various Quidditch moves and tricks in her mind and practice them on her broom. Every time she got back onto her broom and into the sky above she would discover something new.

Ginny had started this morning routine a year ago. It was last year that things had gotten rather stressful for her so she decided to go out one morning to fly, see if it could relieve her. And it did. On that morning she realized how relaxing it was to be up on a broom and fly without having to worry about much.

Ever since then she kept going out at the same time and developed the morning routine. One day every week she would wake up early and go out and just fly around.

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Draco Malfoy wasn't having a good night. It was already five-something in the morning and he had only slept for two hours. He tried to go to sleep but he just couldn't. After lying in his bed for another half hour, he decided he had had enough. Staring at the ceiling for what seemed like an endless amount of time was just too boring. He needed a good walk. So much had been on his mind lately.

Draco got out of his bed and put on some more decent clothes than his pajamas to walk around. He left his dormitory and went into the common room. Looking around to see if anyone was there and finding no one, he then exited out the common room entrance.

Draco was tired of everything that had been going on. He knew the reason he wasn't getting enough sleep lately was because he had a thousand different things on his mind. The war was affecting him more than he thought it would.

But he didn't want to think about the war now. He just wanted a break from everything and it's not easy to get a break while at Hogwarts.

He walked aimlessly around the halls, not caring if he was to get caught by a teacher or Filch. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked to the entrance of the school and decided to take a little walk outside. No harm could be done by going outside for a little fresh air.

Draco found himself heading toward the Quidditch pitch. To him that was one of his favorite places to be around Hogwarts, except during the games in which he loses to Potter. How he just hated Potter, also known as the boy-who-just-won't-die.

As he continued to the pitch, Draco noticed that someone was out flying. Raising one eyebrow, his curiosity got the best of him and he proceeded closer. 'Who could be out flying around during this hour?'

Walking closer now, he could tell that whoever was flying had to have some talent. In fact he or she was quite good, but of course not as good as himself. No one was better than himself, or so he thought.

A minute or so later he suddenly stopped as he finally caught sight of the person's hair, it was long and red, the color of fire. He swore to himself. 'It couldn't be… no, I'm imagining things. Out of all the people, her!'

Ginny Weasley, the youngest of the Mudblood loving Weasley family, as Draco so nicely puts it, was the one flying. Draco never thought any of the Weasleys could fly that well, especially Ron, but as he watched her…

'Stop it!' he scolded himself. 'She definitely is as bad as her brothers at flying.'

Still though he stood there watching her, transfixed on the way she flew…

The battle between his mind and his body seemed to be never ending at this moment.

While his mind constantly scolded him for watching a Weasley, of all people, his legs took him to the entrance of the pitch. There he stood and watched her just barely staying hidden, as his cold, gray eyes followed every movement of Ginny's broom.

Ginny never once did notice the pair of gray eyes watching her as she flew around.

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Finally, sometime around 6:40 in the morning, Ginny descended onto the field below. Her flying for this morning was over, no matter how much she didn't want to stop she knew she had to. Teachers would be up soon and they might catch her, wouldn't want to get in trouble with Snape or Filch.

On the ground once again, Ginny walked to the Quidditch shed and returned her broom. Walking back out of the shed, she noticed something…no, someone by the pitch entrance. She walked closer and saw that the person was a guy who seemed to be turned around.

For some reason unbeknownst to her she still walked closer to him. Then he suddenly turned around.

She froze as she saw him. Her brown eyes locked with his gray eyes. Here was her enemy and he was standing just feet away. Draco Malfoy the git, no, make that the "extremely annoying pain in the you know where git" as Ginny calls him, was staring right at her.

'Just wonderful…' She felt so incredibly stupid at the moment. She had just walked over to Draco Malfoy not even realizing it was him until now. How could she have missed his blond hair?

It's funny how oblivious people can be sometimes.

Ginny sighed, she wasn't expecting this nor did she feel like even being near him.

He wasn't looking that happy either about seeing her. His eyes were narrowed and his expression at the moment made Ginny cower a little.

"Weasley," Draco drawled.

"Malfoy," Ginny replied coldly.

"So nice to see you here."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Ha, yeah, right," she said sarcastically. "What are you doing here?"

"I think I should be the one asking you that." His voice was smooth, making him sound in control of the conversation.

"I asked you first," Ginny pointed out, sounding like a six year old instead of a sixteen year old.

"I am aware of that, but I don't care. You were the one out flying around." As he spoke his gray eyes bore into her brown ones. This made Ginny a little nervous inside but she didn't show it.

"Why do you want to know anyway?" she questioned him.

"Just because," he answered to annoy her.

"Brilliant answer Malfoy, and guess what? That's the reason I was out. Just because."

"Yeah, sure Weasley. I think I really know why you were out. You need the practice because your flying obviously isn't the best, so you secretly sneak out and try to practice but you still suck at flying."

"Whatever you say Malfoy." She rolled her eyes once again. 'He is such a—'

"Yes, you are right. Whatever I say and you know what, I say that you are filth. So go away filth," Draco spat at her.

"I was just about to leave before you came here and bothered me. Were you watching me?" Draco Malfoy watching Ginny Weasley? Now that was something. Not that she liked it. In fact she shuddered at the thought.

"Why would I want to watch a Weasley? That's not right. I would never watch you. I just needed a walk."

Ginny snorted. "Oh, so you needed a walk, eh? Having some problems Malfoy, need some quality time with yourself?"

"Nothing wrong with taking a walk," he said seriously.

"Uh huh, whatever, I think-"

"Taking a walk does not mean I have problems," he interrupted her and added as an afterthought, "you Weasleys are all so annoying. It's a shame there are so many of you."

"What?! Are you kidding? You are the one who is annoying, Mr. I'm-An-Arrogant-Prat-Bow-Down-To-Me. It's a shame that you Malfoys are even alive!" Ginny retorted.

Completely ignoring Ginny's last remark, Draco smirked. "I kinda like that title, especially the bow down part. Thanks for the idea, Weasley."

"Oh, shut up!" Ginny yelled and then turning her back against him, she walked off toward the castle.

Still smirking to himself, Draco watched her leave. 'I should annoy her more often…'

But then, moments later, he dismissed that thought and headed back toward the castle making sure Ginny was out of sight.

A/N: So there you go. I know it was short but I'm not much of a long chapter writer. I hope you enjoyed it. I honestly am not quite sure where this story is going. It'll probably just develop as I go on. If you have any good ideas or suggestions let me know, I need the help and I'll be glad to hear.