Hello! Here's a new fanfic for y'all, and it's Ginny centric, something that I've never done before and something that's sure to please IamCharlie! :) So here it is, I hope it's enjoyable...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the world of Harry Potter, Ginny, Ron's problems, or Scene Change by the White Tie Affair, so...

"Can you get in where you fit in?" -The White Tie Affair; 'Scene Change'

Chapter One: Malfoy

Ginny was walking with the Golden Trio.

If by "walking" she was trailing along, always a few steps behind, never really in the conversation.

She hated feeling left out, but it was a feeling she got used to more and more as time went on. She was almost indifferent to it now. Almost.

"...can't believe we're fourth years!" Ron was saying. Ginny rolled her eyes, already semi-tired of her brother's mindless chatter. She could attempt to jump into the conversation, but really couldn't handle being blown off again. Harry then said something, and everybody laughed. Ginny tried not to look at him.

She had never really gotten over her not-so-minuscule crush on the Chosen One, but in her mind, she did a pretty good job of concealing it. Her family now practically fully believed their only daughter had finally gotten over her infatuation with Harry Potter.

But she hadn't.

She loved everything from his bright green eyes to his messy black hair, but it wasn't like she'd ever admit it, even to her closest friends.

Speaking of closest friends, Ginny wasn't even sure that she had one within her own House. Sure, she talked and was friendly with the other Gryffindors of her age, but she wouldn't ever share secrets of this enormity with them. Her closest friend in all of Hogwarts was Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw, and they only had two classes together.

So it was a miserable, crushing, and friendless Ginny who was walking towards the Great Hall that night.

"Look who it is."

Ginny started from her thoughts when she heard a venomous voice directed at the group of three in front of her, then rolled her eyes. Who else would it be, but a Slytherin?

"What do you want?"

Ron's voice, equally venomous, filled the air.

I wonder why Ron even wants to start something with a Slytherin, Ginny thought. It's like he's so confident his new status as a fourth-year is enough to protect him from stinging comments about him and our family.

She vaguely heard the argument that was conspiring with Ron and the Slytherins, and watched Harry start talking loudly also. Ron added violent looking arm and hand gestures to his already loud argument.

He won't allow me to even look at a Slytherin, and here he is, picking a fight with a group of them!

It was true. Anytime her gaze "just so happened" to fall on the Slytherin table, even if it was just by accident, Ron would see it as either an excuse to threaten to write to their mother, or pull out his mental list of why Slytherins and Gryffindors shouldn't mix. Ginny practically had it memorized from all the times Ron recited it at her.

Number one hundred and two. Gryffindors have better hair then those slimy Slytherin gits. Ginny smiled to herself. Ron needs some help.

She saw that the Golden Trio had moved on, so she hurried to catch up with them. As she passed Malfoy and a group of his friends, she heard him speak.

"Hey, Weaselette."

She spun around. "What do you want?"

"Such a nasty tone," he was smirking, as usual. "I just wanted to say hello."

"Since when?" she spat back. "You've never bothered with me before."

"Exactly." The rest of his group had moved on, and they were alone in the hallway. "I expected your protective friends wouldn't have wanted you talking with a big bad Slytherin."

Ginny said nothing.

"Well, Weaselette, I guess I'll see you around." He turned his back to her and set off for the Great Hall. For a wild second Ginny wanted to call him back, to ask what that was all about. Then, once again, her thoughts were interrupted by Ron.

"Ginny, where were you?" Ron, Harry and Hermione came out of the Great Hall and walked towards her. "The feast is about to start!"

"Oh... um..." Ginny racked her brain for an idea, then decided on the truth. "Malfoy wanted to say hi to me." The effect it had on her brother and his friends was predictable, if annoying.

"What?" Ron growled. "What did he want?"

"Relax, Ron!" Ginny said hastily. "He just wanted to say hello!"

"Malfoy never wants to just say hello!" Ron spat angrily. "He must have something else up his sleeve... Has it out for my little sister now..."

Ginny's mouth dropped open. How dare Ron imply that she can't take care of herself, and he knew that she hates the term 'my little sister'. "Hermione? Harry? Are you hearing this?" Harry turned to face her, an odd look gracing his features.

"Ginny? I think you should listen to Ron," he said forcefully as Hermione nodded in the background. "You haven't been here as long as we have. We've dealt with Malfoy before. Just stay away from him."

Ginny felt blazing anger surge through her, both at Ron's smug look at seeing his sister get told off by her crush, Harry's angry tone, and Hermione doing nothing but nodding behind them both. Every inch of her being screamed, Why should I listen to you three? Don't you think I can take care of myself? I'm only a year younger then the three of you, surely I can handle one arrogant git, I already live with Ron! But, as usual, she said none of this, just kept it bottled inside. She simply smiled weakly, and found herself a seat at the Gryffindor table, far away from the bookworm, her brother, and they boy she loved.

Well there it is. I can tell you from my experience that the chapters'll be much longer... I have only one thing left to say.

READ AND REVIEW!

(But I'll feed any flames to baby Norbert!)

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