AN: Alright, I'm working on redoing this, because apparently it sucked before. I need a beta so my mistakes don't screw up the entire story. I try to edit them but I don't always catch everything. If you're interested in being my beta, let me know. You should know before you read my story, that this is after the Half-Blood Prince in WAYS. For example, Ginny and Harry have gone out. But Dumbledore is still alive. Oh, and a warning, some people are VERY out of character. So if you don't like it, don't give me a bad review. JUST STOP READING! And this story is for fun, I have a creative license so I can do whatever I want with this story. I'm not looking for a career in fantasy book writer so this isn't going to be professional work. So there you go! I already have 15 chapters of this written so I will try to update everyday. Not sure if I'll be able to, but Spring Break is fast approaching so I might update more then once a day! START READING MY STORY!

Disclaimer: Alright, alright, I admit it. I don't own Draco or anyone else! But would you pretty

Chapter 1-A Promising Day

Ginny's POV

'This day just keeps getting stranger and stranger,' I thought to myself as I walked towards the Hogwarts Express.

It was September 1st of my 6th year at Hogwarts. Well, at least, it was supposed to be my 6th year but after showing outstanding skill at my first 5 years at Hogwarts I was bumped up a year. I still hadn't told Harry, Ron, and Hermione yet though. The 'Golden Trio' had spent most of the summer at Hermione's house and apparently, Ron had finally gotten up the nerve to ask Hermione out and she accepted.

But the biggest shock for them was yet to come (for the Trio at least) because not only had I moved up a year, I, Virginia Maria Weasley, was Head Girl. Everyone always thought that Hermione was going to be Head Girl, and I had a bad feeling that when I told them Hermione was going to be more then a little mad at me. I actually didn't really care, I learned the hard way that they were not the nicest people on the face of the earth, contrary to popular opinion. They were rather mean to me all summer, as little as I saw them, they still managed to be mean to me when I did see them. Hermione kept trying to get me to study and do all of my homework, which was already done because, out of lack of anything better to do, I did it all the first week back. Ron was just the overbearing brother that he's always been. And Harry, he was the worst of the lot. I had totally gotten over him by fourth year and I had started seeing other people. Then my fifth year, he asked me out again and then broke it off because he didn't want to see me hurt. Well, I got over him over the summer but every time I saw him he would give me this look like, you poor baby, you'll get over me eventually. Every time I saw that look I wanted to smack it right off his face. Couldn't he tell I was over him, that I didn't need his sympathy or his love?

Anyways, back to the present. My day was one of the weirdest yet. Every time I passed by a compartment with any guy in it, all movements from the guys ceased and they would watch me go by. It was confusing me. I had to find the Trio so I could tell them all my news, but so far, I hadn't seen them in any of the compartments. Finally, I was ready to give up and go find out who the Head Boy was when I spotted them. As quietly as possible, I slipped into their compartment. Immediately three pairs of eyes were on me, all three looking completely dumbfounded. Mentally, I shook it off.

"Ummm, I just wanted to let you guys know that I got moved up a year and I'm the new Head Girl, so yeah that's all. I, ummmm, got to go to the Head's compartment so I'll see you guys at the feast." I exited as quickly as possible. Cries of, "Ginny come back, we need to talk," filled my ears but I darted as fast as I could to the front of the train.

As I slipped into the Head's compartment I looked up and was greeted with a very unpleasant sight.

Draco's POV

I woke up that morning a happy man. I was going back to Hogwarts today. That was really the only place I could call home, Hogwarts. At the manor, my father beat me whenever I did something that displeased him. Which seemed to be increasing as of late. Whenever my mother tried to stop him he beat her too. This had only strengthened my hate for him. He didn't deserve the title husband or father. It also strengthened my resolve to never physically hurt a woman or to let anyone else abuse a woman while I was around. When we got to Platform 9¾ I was interrupted from my musings by my father.

"Boy…do good this year. And be sure to doll out extra punishments to the Muggle-Lovers and Mudbloods. I don't want to hear that, as Head Boy, you're going soft on them. Oh, and beat the "Chosen One" at Quidditch. The punishments if you don't…well, I'll leave you to imagine them." I could only begin to imagine, and I didn't want to imagine them.

"I'll try my best sir."

"Trying isn't good enough Draco; you have to do your best." I sighed.

"Yes Lucius," he struck me across the face his face a mask of disappointment and resent.

"What have I said about calling me that? It's father."

"Yes father," I could barely get the words out through the pain and the disgust, don't get me wrong, I'm not a wimpy little boy, he just has a bloody hard slap. He should, he's been perfecting it over the years on me and mother. Oh, plus all the muggles and mudbloods he's tortured.

"Goodbye father," God, it was killing me to say that. I couldn't wait to get on the train; Blaise had to fix the mark on my face before anyone else saw it. We both had gotten quite good at healing minor bruises and cuts that we got from our fathers but the charms weren't safe to perform on yourself, you had to have someone perform them on you. I turned on my heel and stalked to the train found Blaise and had him heal my bruise. On my way to the Head's compartment I saw a girl with gorgeous red hair going from compartment to compartment.

'She must be new to the school,' I thought to myself as I sat down, 'hope she's in the seventh year!'

AN: Leave good reviews please! You know the old saying, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it"? That's what I want. If you don't like my story that's fine...just don't tell me! And NO "constructive critisim"