Disclaimer: Alright, I have two things that are well… not mine. First and foremost, the Harry Potter characters. We all know that they are the brilliant creation of Mrs. J.K. Rowling. Second, I did NOT come up with the song. Please, like I'm that creative. No, it's called "Alyssa Lies" by Jason Michael Carroll and it played so many times in one day that I thought I was going to pull my hair out. But I heard it when I started, and once when I finished.

Chapter one

"I'm telling you, Gin, just go talk to her, she won't bite."

"I know, Ron. I just don't see how it happened in the first place." Ginny stared up at her closest in age older brother. Though they were only a year apart, he was several inches taller, Ginny having taken after her mother.

"McGonagall was probably just having a rough day," Ron pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and the two walked over to their table.

Ginny thought it over for a minute then nodded. While piling potatoes on her plate she stated, "Why did it have to be my paper though? I thought Hermione's hair was going to fall out when she saw it."

Ron snorted, recalling the reaction his best friend had at the sight of a large "D" on the top of his sisters' paper on the lapifors charm. "So, you going to talk with her after dinner?" He asked.

Ginny nodded, paying no attention to anyone else in the dining room. She was unaware that someone desperately needed it.

Thinking as quickly as any scared first year could, Ginny thought through her forthcoming conversation with the head of her house. She couldn't understand why her paper could have, even mistakenly, gotten such a poor grade.

After half an hour, Ginny felt that she couldn't eat another bite and stood up. With the paper clutched in her left fist, she waved to her older brother and made her way out of the dining area. She was still too embarrassed to talk to Harry Potter and avoided him as much as possible. Making the long walk up to the Professors' office, Ginny became lost in her thoughts again. She often lapsed into herself, having no one to really talk to growing up because her brothers liked to leave her out of everything. Being oblivious to the world around her, Ginny never saw the boy she ran into coming.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," She said, standing, not knowing the identity of the person she had bumped into.

"You should be," Ginny cocked her head to a side. That was rather rude.

"Here, let me help you up." Ginny grabbed his forearm but he pulled it back as if she had burned him.

"I don't need help, Weasley." She now knew who it was, though she didn't know anything about him.

"Draco? Draco Malfoy?" Ginny wondered, only ever briefly getting a glance at him.

"Malfoy should suit you fine." The pale blonde boy said, finally up on his feet. "And watch where you are going from now on." Ginny had picked up his book bag, but when she tossed it at him, he dropped it.

"You aren't trying out for the quidditch team are you? With those reflexes, you don't stand a chance." Ginny wasn't normally rude, but he had started it.

Malfoy bent over and carefully picked up his bag. "Whatever." He then stalked off, leaving Ginny to get lost in herself again.

My little girl met a new friend,

Just the other day,

On the playground at school,

Between the tires and the swings.