Ginny pulled her school bag onto her shoulder and left the classroom. Her friends had already gone on ahead so she walked slowly, not bothered for catching up. All she wanted was to head straight back to her dormitory and go back to bed, but she still had History of Magic this afternoon, and she was already failing, so no chance of a nap there. She just wished she could stop and just have a break. She didn't even have the DA anymore. The Easter holidays had just been, but with all the extra studying she'd had to do she hadn't been able to catch a moment's break. Even though her OWL's weren't until next year the teachers were pushing them so they'd be prepared for them. She thought the whole thing was stupid.

She decided to skip dinner and go down to the greenhouses and read through the notes she'd just made in transfiguration. She cozied up in her favourite shaded spot between greenhouse 2 and 3. She began to read through, but just as she reached her 2nd paragraph she heard a noise. Footsteps were coming towards her. She peeked through the windows of the greenhouse and saw who it was, Draco Malfoy. Her stomach fluttered, and quietly, she pulled her bag under her knees and tried to shrink away a little so she wouldn't be seen. It almost worked. He walked past her, but he must have seen her out of the corner of his eye because he turned. She saw him squint in the shade, frowning. Finally he said;

"Ginny Weasley?" his tone confused.

"What do you want?" she said, trying to sound like she didn't care, but her usual confident voice shook.

"What the hell are you doing down there?" he said arrogantly, though not nastily.

"Reading."

"Reading what?"

"Just my notes," she said, "shouldn't you be revising too?" she added, with more of her usual attitude.

He held up his hands, "just asking," he said defensively.

"Well, please don't." she snapped, wishing he'd just leave.

"Whatever, see you around." He said, and walked off.

Ginny exhaled in relief. Thank Merlin he'd gone. She never knew what to say to Malfoy, she knew she should hate him, but something didn't feel right about it. He'd been nice to her, just then, she realised. Not his usual self. She regretted being so rude now. What if, she thought, what if he wasn't a bad guy after all? Ron would kill her for thinking it, but maybe Ron wasn't right all the time. Maybe Malfoy was really different.