Chapter 1

A/N: This is my first fan fiction ever so I'd really appreciate any reviews so that I can improve. (I'll definitely need to get some in that case!)

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

She looked over her shoulder. No one was there.

That's the third time I've had the feeling that someone was watching me. This is getting creepy.

Ginny Weasley was sitting in the library catching up on her homework. She was currently writing a Potions essay. It's due tomorrow and I'm not even halfway done! She had been putting it off because Potions was her worst subject. Probably because it has the worst teacher ever! Professor Snape was the Potions Master and Ginny - not to mention most of the students at Hogwarts - hated him. Just the other day, he had given a Gryffindor detention for "smiling too much" during his class.

Shaking off her feeling of unease, she went to one of the bookshelves to see if she could find a book that might help her. But there it was again. The horrible feeling that someone or something was watching her every move.

This time, she didn't even need to turn around. The mystery person spoke.

"You are looking in the wrong section of the library. The self help books are over there."

Draco Malfoy. There was no mistaking his arrogant voice.

She whirled around and was met by his famous smirk. He was leaning against one of the bookshelves with his arms crossed. Great. Just what I needed. Now I'll never get my homework done. Even if he goes away I'll be too mad to continue. If looks could kill, Malfoy would have died five minutes ago from the glare that the youngest Weasley was now giving him.

"Honestly, I am not surprised that you would know where the self help books are, Malfoy. Seriously though, if that's the only thing that you can come up with, then you're losing your touch."

"Believe me Weaslette, I can come up with much more than that. You have many faults, although I'm sure you know that already. I can't be the first person who has pointed them out to you."

"Whatever, Ferret." She bent back over her Potions essay and pretended like he wasn't watching her. After a few moments in which he hadn't looked away, it started to unnerve her. She gave up pretending to forget his existence and asked, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

He sneered at her. "Nothing. I just got really bored and decided to come to the library to see if there was anyone to torment. Lucky for you, you are my first victim."

"Lucky me."

There he was, smirking again. Ginny wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. It was the one thing about him that annoyed her more than anything else.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" She tried to say this quietly as she still was in a library, but it was increasingly hard. Madame Pince would probably be coming over soon. Luckily, they weren't in her line of vision as they were in the back of the library.

"No," he said simply and took a seat right next to her. He leaned over her Potions essay, chuckled, and then leaned back against his chair in his arrogant manner. "Well Weaslette, I guess not everyone can be as good in Potions as I am."

"Like I would want to be good at anything that you are, Ferret."

"Stop calling me that."

"Then stop calling me Weaslette! I have a name you know!"

"What, you want to be on a first name basis now?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

She just glared at him. Why is he wasting his time with me? "Never mind. Lets just stick with Weasley and Malfoy." Ginny finally shut her Potions book. I'll never get it done. Oh well. It's all Malfoy's fault, the git.

"You are giving up? Good thing you aren't in Ravenclaw. You would be a misfit among them."

Maybe I can get my homework done. The redhead then said something that even surprised herself. "Well, if you're so good in Potions, then why don't you teach me? Unless… you're lying about how good you are?"

She could see that her words had the desired effect. He was no longer wearing his smirk and he leaned forward in his chair.

"What is in it for me, Weasley? Why would I want to help you?" Malfoy spat out.

He's such a dolt, but he's the only chance I've got now if I don't want to fail. She sighed. "Because you'll have the satisfaction of showing that you're smarter than a Gryffindor in something for a change?"

"What do you mean 'for a change'? Still… if that is the case, I guess I will allow you to learn from me. At least I will have more cause to mock you later. Get out a clean sheet of parchment. You are going to write your essay over again." There is that smirk again! It is so infuriating!

"Don't be so cocky!" But she got out a sheet of parchment anyway.

For the next hour Ginny listened attentively to everything Malfoy told her about Potions. She found herself not minding that she was being taught by a Slytherin. Malfoy isn't that bad when he is not trying to be insufferable. We've been here for a while and he hasn't said any more mean things to me. In fact she found herself actually appreciating Malfoy for a change. He didn't really have to take me up on my offer, even though he is only doing it for selfish reasons.

She looked over at him. Malfoy was poring over her almost-finished essay and making little corrections as he went. A strand of hair fell in his face and he pushed it back behind his ear.

You know, he really isn't that bad to look at either. Being a Quidditch player had made the blond-haired boy strong and it showed. He was rather handsome too. I guess I've just never noticed because he's always got the Bow-down-to-me-I'm-a-Malfoy look on his face. It really suits him to be relaxed and let his guard down. I wonder what it would look like if he smiled. Really smiled, not just smirk… wait… what am I thinking? Here I am practically fawning over a Slytherin! I mean this is Draco Malfoy that I'm talking about, of all people!

If I don't watch out, he's going to catch me staring at him! Shivering at what he would say if he did, Ginny wrenched herself out of daze and sat up straight.

Noticing her shift in movement, Malfoy looked over at her. "Did you fall asleep there for a second, Weasley?" He had a slightly amused expression on his face.

Good, so she hadn't been caught. "N-no. I'm just…" she searched around for a good excuse, "…getting bored."

"Oh, well excuse me! I did not mean to bore you!" He said it like he was annoyed, but it didn't show on his face. In fact, he still looked amused.

"No it's not the way that you're teaching it, it's just the subject. I'll pay closer attention!" She sat forward in her chair and looked over at her essay. "So what were you saying again?"

"Maybe it is time to call it a day. You should probably go back to your common room to get your beauty sleep." He moved to stand up.

Ignoring the mocking tone he used when saying that last bit, Ginny put a hand on his arm. "No, I can't stop! This essay is due tomorrow!" She looked down at where her hand was resting and drew it back as if she had been burned.

A/N: I just felt like stopping there so I can submit this. I'm so impatient! I was originally planning for this to be a one-shot, but I think now that it is going to be 3 chapters. Maybe…