Disclaimer: None of this belong to me, but it does belong to JKR!

Rating: M

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Pairing: Draco/Ginny

Thanks go out to my beta reader, Dracoroxmysox.

This story take place during Sixth Year, and ties in closely with HBP. There is some dialogue from the book, but different viewpoints.

6th year. Finally only one more year of this dumb school left. Unless that is, I go on to bigger and better things.

"Draco! Are you up? It's almost time to leave!" Lucius shouted through my door. Oops, I guess I should say Dad. Dear old Pops. Of course you have to actually act like a father once in a while to deserve the name. But that's neither here nor there.

"Yeah, I'm up. Give me a minute, will you?" I shouted back. I'd been awake for about 2 hours already, anxiously waiting to get out of this mansion and back to school where I could put my plans into action and make Potter's life a living hell.

On The Hogwarts Express

(Still Draco's POV)

I was sitting my compartment with Crabbe, Goyle, and my personal fan club, Pansy Parkinson, waiting on Blaise Zabini to come back. He had gotten called to join the new Professor Slughorn in his compartment for lunch. The dolt must not have known I was on the train, since I didn't get invited. I mean who wouldn't invite me? Surely he knows who my father is?

"So, Zabini," I asked trying to hide my resentment from not being included, "what did Slughorn want?"

"Just trying to make up to well-connect people," said Zabini, who was still glowering at Goyle. "Not that he managed to find many."

This just aggravated me further. If he wants well connected, who better than me?

"Who else had he invited?" I demanded, wanting to know more about this nut job professor.

"McLaggen from Gryffindor," sad Zabini

"Oh yeah, his uncle's big in the Ministry." I shrugged. No biggie there.

"---Someone else called Belby from Ravenclaw ---"

"Not him, he's a prat!" said Pansy.

"--- and Longbottom, Potter, and that Weasley girl," finished Zabini.

I sat up suddenly. "He invited Ginny?" I thought. I couldn't let on that I was wondering about her.

"He invited Longbottom?" I asked instead

"Well I assume so, as Longbottom was there," said Zabini indifferently.

"What's Longbottom got to interest Slughorn?"

Zabini shrugged.

"Potter, precious Potter, obviously he wanted a look at "the Chosen One,'" sneered Malfoy, but that Weasley girl! What's so special about her?" I said to no one in particular.

"She's bloody beautiful, that's what so special about her." I thought to myself. "Gah, no I can't think about her, she's a bloody Gryffindor, and not to mention that Weasley's little sister."

Pansy's screeching... I mean voice, brought me out of my mind.

"A lot of boys like her," said Pansy, watching me out of the corner of her eyes for my reaction, like she had some claim on me. "Even you think she's good-looking, don't you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please!" She continued.

"I wouldn't touch a filthy little blood traitor like her whatever she looked like," said Zabini coldly, and Pansy looked pleased.

I sunk back down into my seat, scooting away from Pansy, just wanting to be alone.

"Why do I even think about that little blood traitor. It's not like she's that good looking. Well alright she's beautiful, but she's friends with him. The bloody Boy-Who-Lived, for gods sake. She should have better taste than that. She should have me." Malfoy thought smugly. "She will have me. Or better yet, I will have her. And I will show her how much better the Slytherin Prince is than the Golden Trio."

Ginny's POV

Here I am. Fifth year at Hogwarts, sitting on the Express next to Dean and all his friends. I should be so happy to be with him. I should feel lucky to be with him. But I don't. Gah half the time I don't even like him. I know, he's really cute and nice and everything, but there's just nothing there. And I love Quidditch and everything, but is that really the only topic out there? Even my nit-wit brothers were more interesting than this.

But then again, if I left Dean, whom would I get with? Harry? Umm...no. Don't get me wrong, he's cute and everything, but he's like a brother. Kissing him would be like kissing Fred or Ron or something. Ew. But who else? Well there was always...

Flashback

"Shit!" I muttered as I fell through the platform leading to the train. I was just about to fall flat on my face, when I felt two strong arms grab me from behind and set me back on my feet. "Careful Love, you don't want to bruise those pretty little cheeks." a deep voice spoke in my ear. I didn't need to be a genius to know that voice.

"What are you doing Malfoy? Let go of me." I told him through my teeth, trying to get out of his grip.

"Oh come on, Dove, it's not that bad is it? You know you like my arms around you." The disgusting prat squeezed me slightly.

"Ugh, in your dreams Malfoy. What's the matter with you? Voldemort knock you about a bit this summer?" Unlike everyone else I wasn't afraid to use his name. The creepy bastard.

"You're a brave little blood traitor, you know that Weasley?" Malfoy said finally releasing his grip on my waist. "Watch yourself, Weasley, I'm looking to make a few new...friends." He said licking his lips and smirking before walking off.

End Flashback

I got chills just thinking about it. That was terribly disturbing. Maybe I should just stay with Dean. Nice, safe, Quidditch loving, Dean.

Later that night, Hogwarts, The Great Hall (Still Ginny's POV)

I finally made it into the Great Hall from the carriages. That's the worst part about coming back to Hogwarts, getting in the carriages and then making my way through the mess of people to get to the Gryffindor table. I sat next to Hermione and Dean at the table, half listening to everyone talk. Mostly I was just sitting there watching all the other students file into the room and go to their respective tables. I watched as Malfoy and his cronies sauntered in, with Malfoy looking as arrogant as usual. He caught me watching and smirked at me. Ugh, I hate him.

Turning around I tried to get back into Dean's conversation but it was no luck. He talks more than me, and I can tell you, that's A LOT.

About 5 minutes into the sorting though, I snapped back to reality and realized that Harry wasn't at the table or anywhere in the Great Hall. I started to nudge Hermione to ask if she knew where he was, but instead I noticed her looking all around the room trying to stay calm but looking slightly frantic. I'll take that as a no.

Finally after the sorting was finished, one of the doors to the Great Hall opened just enough to let a skinny body in. And thankfully that skinny body was Harry. Well, a bloody and angry Harry, but Harry just the same. He walked over to the table and sat in between Ron and Hermione forcing me to scoot down closer to Dean. Thanks Harry. I watched Hermione clean the blood of his face with her wand. From the Slytherin table I could hear Malfoy and his molds laughing and making punching gestures. No doubt that git had something to do with this. I tried to listen in when Hermione and Ron asked Harry what happened, but I guess I wasn't the only curious one, and Harry noticed Dean, Neville, Seamus and me watching and whispered something about telling them later.

Damn, I never get to hear the good stuff.

The rest of the dinner went by uneventfully. I sat there half-sulking, half-inhaling my food. That's something you learn with a house full of brothers. Eat lots and eat fast. I was slightly aware of the announcement of Professor Slughorn coming in to teach Potions. Wait...Potions? But then what will Snape be teaching? "Shit," I thought when Dumbledore announced the switch. "And Professor Snape will be taking over for Defense Against the Dark Arts." The bastards dream finally came true. This was going to be horrible.

Finally dinner was done and Dumbledore dismissed us all to our dorms. I followed Harry, Dean, and the others up to the room weaving my way through the crowds. I didn't really pay attention when someone said the password, although I should have. Now I'll have to ask someone. All I cared about right then though, was getting up to my dorm and CRASHING. I was always dead tired after the first night back.

I said goodnight to everyone in the common room and made my way to my dorm. I was sharing it with a few other girls, but none of them were in there yet. Just as well though, I'd rather change and fall asleep in peace. So that's what I did. Since my stuff had already been brought up and put away there was nothing to do except change and crawl in between the sheets. I patted Arnold, my cute little Pigmy Puff, goodnight and pulled back my blankets. I laid down, hoping for peaceful sleep, but when I closed my eyes all I could see was Malfoy catching me and smirking at me. That's enough to give anyone nightmares.

But then, why wasn't I scared in this dream? What was I feeling? Happy? No, I couldn't be. I couldn't like him. That's just wrong. It's Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince. After everything he's done. No, I couldn't like him. It would never work.

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