Author Note: No, I do not own Harry Potter nor am I related to J.K. Rowling in any way so I won't inherit Harry Potter either unfortunately.

Friends, Enemies, or More

Chapter One

Running Into an Old Enemy

Ginny walked through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on her way to the Great Hall for breakfast, happy as ever. She was excited because never again would she have to listen to the crude voice of Draco Malfoy. No more of her brothers' endless lecturing and paranoia. She didn't have to see Harry Potter surrounded by twittering fan-girls having her heartbreak more and more every single day. It was finally her last year at Hogwarts, and she planned to enjoy it as best as she could.

She looked at her schedule and felt her face fall into a frown as she saw her first subject. Potions. Well at least Professor Snape no longer teaches the class, she thought with a mental roll of her eyes. I wonder who the new Professor is, though. A scoff. Probably some idiot that doesn't know what they are doing.

Joking with her friends about her bad luck, Ginny quickly finished off a plate of toast and headed off, bag in tow. When she arrived to class and claimed her usual spot; the front table, she pulled out her favorite quill and a roll of parchment, and began to copy down the instructions and guidelines that were written on the board.

Unseen from the shadows, their teacher smirked as he watched the students that had arrived early to chat and joke amongst themselves, spread about the classroom, with a couple copying down the lesson plan for the day. He waited impatiently for all his students to show up for class and betrayed a small hint of surprise as he noticed a familiar red-head in the first row. He had expected to see her, been ready, even, but what he didn't expect was to see her close up to the front of the classroom. This year is going to be fun, he thought to himself. She just makes it too easy.

Drawing his attention back to the room in general, he noted that most of the students had arrived. He pulled out his wand and placed a Silencing charm on the door. He slowly drew it open, unnoticed by the students all facing the other way. All of a sudden, he canceled the charm and sent a Depulso at the large wooden door. It flew back into the frame, resulting in a startling bang that had heads snapping around. The young teacher cleared his throat.

"Attention, class! Welcome to your last year at Hogwarts. I am, obviously, your new Potions Master, and I would like to explain my point system, first thing. It's easy. Do what I say, follow the rules and you won't get any points taken away from your house. If you do exceptionally well, which I doubt, you will be given a bonus of twenty points towards your house at the end of the year. Let's begin, shall we?"

Ginny gasped softly. Chills ran down her spine as she slowly looked up, hoping against hope that she was wrong, only to discover she was right. As Ginny peered up through her curtain of hair, she saw the last person she thought she would ever have to deal with that year. Draco Malfoy.

"I would like to announce that if I think I will have problems with you due to pre-existing conditions, I will talk to you after class in my office, one student at a time. If you disobey me, you will serve a month of detention. I am deadly serious. Ginerva Weasley?"

"Ginny." She muttered contemptuously.

"Yes then, Ginny. You'll be my first meeting, directly after class, please. Now, we're going to be brewing some potions for Madame Pomfrey today, just a warm-up to see what you remember from over the summer. Who can tell me the primary use and main side effect of Pepper-up Potion?"

Ginny was shocked as ever. She couldn't believe her family's worse enemy was teaching one of her classes, and that she was going to have to deal with it all year long. How did this happen? He can't teach here; he's not even eighteen! This is going to be the worst year of my life.

Before she knew it, class had ended. She placed her vial of potion on Malfoy's desk and returned to her seat, waiting for the rest of the class to leave and wondering why the bloody hell she was sitting there, waiting to talk to her Professor, a Malfoy. Finally, everyone had gone. Ginny looked over at Malfoy expectantly.

"You really thought you had gotten rid of me, hadn't you? Hate to tell you this, but you will now have to deal with me twice a day."

Wait, thought Ginny, twice a day? Potions is only three times a week!

As if reading her mind Malfoy went on. "You'll see what I mean later. But you better start being a little more polite to me. I could make your life a living hell." Draco laughed at the look in her eyes and watched her run out of the room.

Ginny bit her lip as she felt a knot in her stomach, thinking it was hate and nerves causing her to want to choke back tears. When, later that night, she felt she wanted to be near the blond Slytherin, she was beyond mystified. You need to get some sleep, Weasley. You're going mad with the lack of it.

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