A/N: Okay, this is my desperate attempt to make a really good fic. Ginny's in her 6th year, and everybody else is in there 7th. So anyway, here we go...

Disclaimer: Sigh... I've told you once, I've told you twice... I've told you a lot of times, and we're not really up to a hundred yet but we're getting there... The point is: I don't own anything... nada... Except maybe the plot...


Who Says Its Love?
By: Jey4eva

Chapter 1: Girls...

"Why that insensitive git- Its amazing that I'm actually RELATED to him!" Ginny grumbled to herself as she stalked out of the Great Hall. Ron had yet again, told her to go away because he, Harry, and Hermione has to discuss something 'private'.

"Private my ass," Ginny muttered, then frowned, realizing how ironic that sounded. She shook her head and started heading somewhere; anywhere- no where in particular... She was suddenly interrupted from her thoughts by a loud, shrill giggle. She turned a corner slowly and peered around.

She rolled her eyes at who she saw. Draco Malfoy! And Pansy Parkinson- SNOGGING! She made a disgusted face and turned to walk away, "I'll be going now," she said loudly.

"Weasley!"

She sighed and turned back around, "What?" She asked, looking down at her shoes.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco Malfoy's drawling voice asked.

Ginny was already infuriated by Ron, and she did NOT need Malfoy giving her a headache. Ginny looked up defiantely, "What am I doing? What are YOU two doing? I have every right to be here as you do."

Malfoy sneered, "I wouldn't say so, considering that you're at the bottom of the pureblood wizard family line. These areas are off limits to Mudblood lovers!"

Ginny scowled. Malfoy was as bad as Ron! "And I guess this is the slimy bastard area, huh?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Malfoy laughed, "You're the same. You all are the same. You and that pathetic brother of yours. Always coming up with stupid comebacks. Really, I thought you'd have more class."

"And what kind of class would that be?" she replied, glaring at him.

Malfoy laughed again, "Not you're kind of class, obviously."

Ginny saw Pansy slipping away from Malfoy and down the corridor, then turning a corner, then finally... disappearing...

Malfoy took no sign of noticing that she was gone.

Ginny bit her lip. She had never been all alone with Malfoy- nor did she ever want to. But now, here she was with him, all alone. She turned to make an attempt to escape again, but Malfoy's drawl followed her.

"What? Scared Weasley? Scared of being all alone with me?" He asked, amused.

Ginny turned around glaring, "No I'm not. But I'd like to find an activity that doesn't have me wasting my precious time, on YOU," and with that, walked away.

She could feel Malfoy's eyes burning onto her back, but she ignored it and kept her pace going to- Where exactly WAS she going? She stopped and looked around. Where was she?

She had come down from one corridor into two other ones. So which one should she take? The left or the right?

"Shit," she muttered. She looked around once more, "I know where I am," she said softly. "I'm just sort of... No, I'm not lost," she said firmly to herself. But she was... She didn't even recongnize where she was. She must have walked into this part of the castle without even noticing it... No wonder, Malfoy was mad that she had stumbled upon him and Pansy... Well, that might have been PART of the reason... The other reasons were because she was a Weasley and that she had interrupted er... something.

She sighed and looked back, wishing hopefully that someone would appear- Harry maybe... She laughed, rather forcefully. She looked at her watch... A hand was pointed to Potions.

"Oh, bloody hell," she said, rolling her eyes. "Great, just great- You get lost when you have a Potions class to get to. Snape's definetely going to take 20 points off. Good work, Ginny," she said, mumbling to herself.

She turned one last time and saw Malfoy sauntering up to her, smirking, "Lost your way Weasley?" He asked.

She glared back, "No," she said hotly.

Malfoy laughed, "Right. Its pretty sad, y'know... How after being in the school for 6 years, you can't seem to find your way around... Must run in the family..."

"Why don't you go and-" Ginny started.

Malfoy laughed again, "No need for harsh language. It wouldn't suit a girl like you."

"How do YOU know what I was going to say? And what do you mean a girl like me? I'm just as normal as all the other girls- excluding the girls you've gone out with." Ginny said, folding her arms.

Malfoy smirked, "I know what you were going to say because you're just like all the other air head girls. And you're right, I DON'T go out with air heads, so I guess they wouldn't be what you call 'normal'."

Ginny pursed her lips. This was so like Malfoy! Insulting her like this! He had no right. What did he know about her? Nothing! He didn't know crap! Well, she didn't need to take this from him.

She scowled then turned her heel and took the right corridor. She could hear his footsteps following her, but she ignored it. What was his problem anyway? She shook her head and sped up her pace. Suddenly she came to another fork in the hall. She groaned in frustration and looked both ways.

If she turned left, she'd be in a LONG dark hall. If she turned right, she could see the stair cases leading downstairs to the dungeons. She broke into a smile, well, she had made it all on her own after all!

"Are you going to move or what?" Malfoy asked. He was getting pretty fed up with Weasley's bratty sister trying to decide where to go. He had to get to Professor Snape's dungeons to ask him about homework.

"I'm going!" She snapped and turned right and down the stairs.

I followed her. I didn't really know where I was going myself, but Weasley would probably get me to where I wanted to go.

"Stop following me!" She exclaimed turning to him.

"Me following you?" I asked, smirking. "Why would I do that? I just have to get to Snape's dungeons."

"Why would YOU need to get there? I'm late for Double Potions with him. YOU'RE in 7th year, you should be going to a different class!" Ginny exclaimed.

"I have to ask Snape a very important question," I said.

"Oh right. Kissing up to the Potions teacher, are we?" She asked, smirking.

Was she smirking at ME? Draco Malfoy? NO ONE smirks at me.

"Get out of my face, Muggle Lover," I snapped.

"You know what? That must have been the best idea you've had since you were born!" She shouted and turned around and descended down the stairs.

I rolled my eyes and continued to follow her at a slower pace, "Airhead girls..." I muttered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Her-mi-o-ne! Just this once, would you SHUT UP?!" Ron shouted.

"No I will NOT!" She shouted back. "I'm trying to help you understand that if you mix veela hair, frog breath, and vampire blood that-"

"La la la! I'm not listening!" Ron shouted over her, covering his ears.

"Uh, guys," Harry said, helplessly. "C'mon, its just Potions homeowork."

"Yeah, well, Hermione here will not shut up!" Ron shouted.

"And Ron here, just won't admit that he's wrong about what will happen. Jeez, a healing potion my foot," Hermione shot back.

"It was a good bloody guess," Ron said, defensively.

"Shut up, you know you're wrong," Hermione replied.

"I don't care, I wish you could stop being such a know-it-all, all the time. It. Gets. ANNOYING!" Ron snapped.

"Well, I'm sorry, but you should know all the death potions by now!" Hermione said, frowning.

"NO WAY! It wouldn't- It can't- Is it?" Ron asked looking at Harry pleadingly. "Its not a death potion... It can't be if it has veela hair... Is it?"

"Weeellllll..." Harry trailed off.

"Yes, Harry. Tell Ron EXACTLY what it is, why don't you?" Hermione asked, looking pointedly at Harry.

"Well, I wouldn't know for sure..." Harry trailed off. The last thing he wanted to do was get in the middle of a fight between Ron and Hermione. They had been doing it a lot lately. Why couldn't they just admit that they like eachother? Harry thought. He sighed.

"What is it?" Hermione demanded. "TELL him!"

"It is a death potion," Harry said, finally.

Hermione looked triumphantly at Ron.

Ron's shoulders slumped.

Harry sighed, "Can't we just do our homework without fighting?"

"Its HIS fault," Hermione said.

"Its HER fault," Ron said at the same time.

"Hmph!" They said again.

"I'm going to take a nap," Harry muttered and went up to the boys' dormitory. When he walked in, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were lying on their beds, and looked up when he came.

"Are they done?" Seamus asked.

"Far from it," Harry muttered.

"I wonder why they don't just get it over with..." Neville said.

Harry shrugged.

Hermione and Ron were intent on ignoring eachother once Harry left. Hermione was on one side of the Common Room, quietly reading her Transfiguration book, and Ron had moved to the other side writing down predictions for his palm readings (making most of them up) and muttering to himself about Hermione. ("Just won't leave me alone... Has to ALWAYS be right!")

Ron wasn't really trying hard to keep from being overheard. Hermione was hearing every word.

"Well, maybe if you'd just memorize the death potions- then I wouldn't have to correct you!" Hermione snapped across the room.

"It was an honest mistake!" Ron said defensively. "Not EVERYONE memorizes the death potions- or Hogwarts a History- or every single book that was ever written!"

"I don't memeorize EVERY single book," Hermione said defensively. "But I would think that YOU would have memorized the death potions because it was part of our homework last week."

"Well, sorree for not being so PERFECT!" Ron shouted.

"I am NOT perfect!" Hermione shouted. "You always say that even though you KNOW you're wrong, and I'm getting sick of it!" She got up and ran up to the girls' dormitory, leaving Ron shocked.

"Girls," he muttered and walked up to the boys' dormitory, shaking his head.



A/N: Well, like I said, I'm going to let you guys decide who Ginny should end up with. I sort of prefer D/G myself, but its your decision. Of course... I need to put some H/G in here... I'll put it in the 2nd chapter okay? Well, that is if you review...