I never knew how to tell him you know? I was always just the little girl in the corner, biding my time, waiting for the day when I could tell him... "I love you." Yet I always knew it would never happen , but I kept waiting, sitting, dreaming, pondering his reaction. But it wouldn't be a good one, not ever, I mean, I'm just Ron's baby sister. And if its not Ron, it's the twins, or Charlie, Percy, even Bill. Or, to Draco Malfoy, I was the poor mudblood loving, poor, unwanted little thing. But I'm not, not in the least. You see, though I've never told anyone in my family, or my house, the sorting hat had pondered putting me in the Slytherin house. In fact he should have but at the last minute he changed his mind. Not that I would have cared much, there's nothing in my house to make me want to stay. No friends, just family and pity. And though Draco Malfoy may think I agree with my brothers and stand up for mudbloods nation wide, let me tell you, I have no sympathy for them. None. They don't belong plain and simple. Though I can see why we had to integrate into the muggle world, otherwise we'd all be dead, yet I cannot see the attraction to a muggle. So when I ran into Malfoy that one foggy morning in early March, I knew something was going to happen. Something big. something needed. Now I'm not evil, no I just don't wanna be a hero. I wanna be me. I don't agree with what the famous Harry Potter thinks. Nor do I really care what Ron wants me to do, I just don't want to be here in this god forsaken pity pool of muggle lovers, and over achievers. The boy I was talking about, the one I spend so much time thinking about is Draco Malfoy. He seems to embody what I believe add in that he's not too rough on the eyes and he's a perfect match for me.
"Please watch where your going Weasel, you just spread your filth onto my robes." Malfoy spat looking down at me.
"Filth am I? Then what would you call yourself?" I said getting up off the ground.
"I would call myself a helluva a lot better than you." he looked upset and suprised to here me retort, but I did, I mean I was pissed.
"Why's that Malfoy? Because you're rich, or because you're just so darn special?"
"Look Weasly, I am not in the mood to have a row with the likes of you, so why don't you hurry up to the Great Hall and sit with your mudblood buddies."
"Why would I? I wouldn't be able to hold in my lunch if I sat with one more of those creatures while eating." This got him. He wasn't expecting little Virginia Weasly to say that.
"What?" he said looking shocked.
A/N Now I'm sure you're all sitting there thinking.. Hey wait this isn't Ginny... but this is how I imagined it so yeah r/r