A/N: This is a new story that I decided to try out and see if anybody likes it.  It is kind of a new approach for me considering I don't normally write about the characters Ginny and Draco.  So please let me know what you think of this.  Enjoy! J

Disclaimer:  This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. 

Poisonous Love ~ Chapter One

Her light blue eyes shifted slowly over to his tall form as he stood a few feet ahead of her with that, one of a kind, haughty look upon his face.  His posture alone told of his of arrogance and rule breaking attitude, and yet despite this she found it hard to pry her eyes from him.  Something about him intoxicated her.  He was dangerous, yes, she knew this well enough, but that didn't stop her.   He was like venom that overpowers the senses and leaves you more vulnerable then ever, and all you can do is watch as he swipes away your whole existence in the blink of an eye.  Her breath became heavier as she walked closer to him.  Speedily she shot her glance to another direction just as he turned his head to look at the oncoming crowd of people that she walked with. 

Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny walked towards the large wooden doors of the Great Hall.  Harry stepped forward to lead the line of people through the entrance when abruptly the illusive 6th year Draco Malfoy stepped into his path. 

"Going somewhere Potter?!" snickered Draco.

Harry faced him with a stern look, and then sighed.

"Malfoy go bother someone else.  I'm too hungry to argue with you right now.  After six years I would have thought you would finally give this game up.  Apparently maturity comes much later for idiots such as yourself, and besides this is our first day back to school.  And as much as I have enjoyed living without your presence over the summer I find it amusing that you still look as dreadful as ever."

Draco continued to stand in his way, unfazed by the remark.

"The only idiot I see here is you.  Oh wait scratch that and add two more to that number, " said Draco as he glanced at Hermione and Ron. 

"Oh and speaking of being hungry.  How about I feed you to the wolves.  They are no doubt much hungrier then yourself.  But if you feel that you must eat then I would advise you to watch your appetite Potter, or you might just end up like your fat little pig of a cousin!"

Harry shot out his hands to grab Draco by the collar, but spotting the movement seconds before, Draco easily evaded his grasp. 

"A little testy today, are we?" hissed Draco.

Harry's face turned red with anger and all he could do was stand there and bite his tongue until his steaming temper simmered down.  Ron, sensing an oncoming fight, stepped into view and tried to push Harry into the Great Hall quickly. 

"C'mon Harry, we can deal with the him later.  Let's go eat dinner."  Then trying to lighten the mood he bent closer to Harry and whispered, "We can try out some of Hermione's new spells that she has been working on, and maybe when can toast this lizard for good."

Harry gave a bitter smile and started to walk away with Ron guiding him through the doors.

"What's this?  Harry Potter can't fight his own battles.  He has to have a little Weasley help him?"  Draco laughed, "I should have known."

Harry went to make another grab for Draco but Ron held his hands and shoved him into the Great Hall, Hermione looked viciously at Draco and then followed closely behind the others. 

Draco turned to walk away but changed his mind as Ron shouted from inside the Great Hall.

"Ginny! Come on!  Don't stand out there with that creep!"

Draco spun around and grabbed Ginny's wrist, whipping her around to face him just as she was about to dash through the doorway.  He gently shoved her against the cold brick wall and held her in place as she wriggled under his grasp.  Her vibrant red hair, now long and silky, was splayed across her soft small face.  Draco pushed her hair back to reveal her light blue eyes that starred icily back at him.  He stood there starring at her figure in an almost dazed stupor as he realized just how much she had matured over the last five years of school. 

"Let me go Draco!" cried Ginny.

For a second, Draco lost his focus and nearly did let her go.  He had become so stunned by her appearance that his grip slackened on her thin arms.  Ginny tried to push him away, but Draco quickly pulled his wits back together and held her firm.  She stood there with her back against the wall with a calm look.  In truth she was not at all afraid of him but she played her little game just to see if he would fall for it or not.

"My dear, no one calls me Draco in this school without my permission.  I go by Malfoy around here.  It has more weight to it anyways, don't you think?" he asked.

"Whatever Dra…. Oh wait M a l f o y!" pronounced Ginny mockingly.

Draco looked harshly upon her, and then smiled cunningly. 

 "You surely don't look like a Weasley.  Are you positive that you are little Ginny?  Because for a second there I almost mistook you as someone worth my while," said Draco.

Ginny, both confused and distressed, took his words as a small compliment and suddenly blushed, but then she quickly realized what he had said and her blush turned to a darker red and her anger quickly flooded her features.  Draco saw the emotion run through her face and he was slightly startled.  It wasn't every day that he made a girl blush, most times the only thing he got out was a threat of some kind, or on bad days a slap across the face was among the rarities, and even though she was now mad, the fact that she had blushed at all was beyond him.  Suddenly he caught himself starring, and fearing that she might see a weakness in him he drew himself up and spoke with a bitter tone.  He was not about to let someone younger have any advantage over him.

"So where has your brother been hiding your pretty little self over the summer.  In a closet?  Oh wait can you even afford to have closets in your house?" he asked. 

"MALFOY GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" 

"Speak of the Devil," hissed Draco as he released Ginny and turned around to face Ron.

"Shut your trap, freckle face.  I was just having a chat with your lovely little sister."

"Go near her again, and I'll kick you into the next world and tie you to the bottom of the ocean." 

Ron walked over to Ginny, who was only about a centimeter shorter then himself, and shielded her behind him. 

"Oh a lot of good that will do, Weasley," laughed Draco coolly.

"Ron I can handle myself," said Ginny defiantly from behind him.

"Just stay quiet Sis.  I'll take care of everything.  Now stay back behind me, like a good little girl."

"Excuse me?" asked Ginny

"You heard me, stay there!" repeated Ron.

Ginny simmered behind her brother.  Her temper rising like a flame just put to gasoline.  One thing that she hated most in the world was to be called a good little girl by any of her brothers.  With hatred running through her veins, she pushed Ron violently out of the way and nearly fell into the arms of Draco as she spun out of her brother's reach.  Collecting herself she turned to face her shocked brother, her breathing coming in deep strained breaths. 

"RON, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BUT IF YOU EVER CALL ME A GOOD LITTLE GIRL AGAIN, YOU WON'T BE FIGHTING HIM," she pointed quickly to Draco.  "YOU'LL BE FIGHTING ME!  I'M OLD ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF MY DAMN SELF.  SO JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"     With that she stormed off down the corridor, fists clenched and hair flying.  Students walking to dinner scurried out of her path as she headed for the stairs leading up to the Gryfindor common room.   

Ron starred, mouth open, as he watched his sister rush down the hall in a flurry of robes.  Quickly he was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of dark laughter.  His eyes fell on Draco, who was now laughing uncontrollably. 

"Damn, that girl certainly has attitude," gasped Draco.  "Never would have seen it coming.  Well thanks for the heads up, Weasley.  Now I see the true colors of your sister, and you know what?  I kind of like them." shouted Ron.

"You jerk!  Don't you even think about it.  My sister is off limits and you've always known that!"

Draco snickered, "Since when did you become her father?  If she is willing, are you going to stop her then?"

"She would never go near the likes of you Malfoy!  My sister is too good for you.  Go date the rats in the sewer like you've been doing for all these years!"

"Oh that hurts…that really hurts Weasley.  Is that how you treat all your future brother-in-laws?"

In seconds both Ron and Draco had their wands pulled out and pointed at each other.

"Give it up Weasley.  That stupid wand of yours will do more damage to you then anybody else." 

Ron looked at his taped and glued pieces of wand that he held in his hands, but instead of seeing a broken wand he saw his courage and strength mend the wounds and he stood firmly in his place.

"Ha, stupidity must run in your blood.  You're not worth my time and I'm getting bored of this, goodbye."

Draco lowered his wand swiftly and walked away with clear and unflinching strides just as Professor Snape entered the hallway. 

He walked over to Ron and looked down at him with mild suspicion.

"Is there a problem here," asked Snape eyeing Ron's still raised wand.

"Ahh… no sir.  Just trying to fix my wand, " stuttered Ron.

"I see.  Well Mr. Weasley, if you intend on passing my class I would advise that you find a better wand soon."

Ron merely nodded and then walked quickly back into the Great Hall to sit down beside Harry and try and figure out what to say to Ginny when he went back to the common room.

            Meanwhile up in the Gryfindor tower Ginny lay upon her bed in her dormitory.  Tears streaked down her face leaving her eyes a watery blue as she cried into her pillow, cursing her brother with ever word she knew.  Her grey kitten, shadow, jumped up onto the bed and laid down, purring soothingly beside her.   Slowly she lifted her head and turned to face him, while gently stroking his fur she pulled her warm blankets over both of them and soon thereafter fell into a deep peaceful sleep.   

            Twenty minutes later her bedroom door slowly creaked open, Ginny lay undisturbed under her blankets as a figure crept into the room and stood over her sleeping figure.  Satisfied that she was truly asleep it moved to her bedside table and there it placed a single blood red rose and a small envelope with the word Ginny written quickly across the front in scarlet ink.      

Ginny rustled under the covers and her eyes fluttered open as she felt a small icy breeze cross her face.  She sat up and looked wearily around her room, but the room was as empty as ever.  She yawned and went back to sleep, the rose and envelope unnoticed for the moment and yet the items waited.  They waited like a trap ready to spring on the most unsuspecting, but little did they know that they had fallen into the wrong hands in a very odd way. 

For better or for worse, only time will tell.