Author's note: This is my first Draco/Ginny story. It's set in the trio's sixth year but is AU to the book. You'll see what I mean in later chapters. Hope you like it!

Chapter One: Breakfast in the Great Hall

"Oh this sucks," Ginny groaned, reading a letter she had just received at breakfast.

"What?" asked Felicity, one of Ginny's room-mates and best friend besides Hermione and Luna. Her black hair with red, blue, purple and yellow streaks flowed around her shoulders as she leaned down towards her plate, eating her breakfast and looking at Ginny in puzzlement.

"Well, read this," said Ginny, passing the letter over to her friend.

Felicity put down her spoon and took the letter from Ginny's hands and began reading, eyes flickering down the page.

"That's sad, you don't get to go to France," she said, handing the letter. "Why were you going there in the first place?"

"Bill and Fleur are getting married, remember?" Ginny explained, tucking the letter away. "They were going to go to France to get married there, but we can't afford it."

"Bummer," said Felicity, returning to her breakfast. "Would have been a really good trip."

"Yeah, it would have," said Ginny. She sighed. "Oh well, at least I won't have to travel anywhere and we get to have the wedding at home now."

"Yeah, but you still have to put with Phlegm."

"Ugh, don't remind me, Flick," Ginny groaned, holding her head in her hands.

Felicity sniggered under her breath. "You should tell Luna about this," she said, brushing her hair back. "Say, where is Luna?"

"She's at the Ravenclaw table," Ginny replied, looking over Felicity's shoulder at the Ravenclaw table. But she felt someone was staring at her and it wasn't from the table she was looking at.

Her eyes sought for the person and found them sitting at the…Slytherin table…Malfoy?

Yes, Malfoy was staring at her from across the hall. And he didn't look like he was glaring at her for something to pick on, but was looking as though he was day-dreaming, with a look of longing. As Ginny looked at him in confusion he blinked, feeling her eyes on him. He sneered at her and went back to eating his breakfast.

Ginny shook her head and continued looking for Luna. At last she found her, talking to a fellow fifth year in her house. Luna turned around, saw Ginny and waved at her. Ginny waved back and motioned her to come join her. Luna nodded and got up. Ginny turned back to Felicity who was looking at her with an odd expression upon her face.

"What?" she asked, getting irritated by her staring.

"Who was staring at you and why were you looking at the Slytherin table?" asked Felicity in a low voice so the fellow Gryffindors wouldn't hear.

"Malfoy was staring at me," Ginny replied.

"What? Are you sure he was staring at you? Not like glaring at you or anything?"

"No, he was defiantly staring at me and he looked like he was in a day-dream. He had a look of longing on his face. I know that look."

Felicity shook her head in disbelief.

"Hey Ginny, Felicity," said Luna in her dreamy voice, settling herself next to Felicity. "What's going on?"

"I got this in the mail," said Ginny, getting the letter from her mother out and handing it to Luna to read.

"That's a shame," said Luna, after she read the letter, handing it back to Ginny. "Maybe the Putterflys are behind this."

"What are Putterflys?" asked Felicity, confused.

"Putterflys are sprits that live on the French border," Luna explained. "They like to feed on happy couples, preferably those who are about to be wed. Although maybe they aren't behind this because most people can't see them."

Felicity rolled her eyes and decided to change the subject. "Guess what, Luna?"

"What?" asked Luna, eager to hear what it was.

"Ginny's got a new admirer," said Felicity with air. Ginny glared at her angrily.

Luna's eyes lit up. "Ohhh…who?" she whispered mysteriously.

"Draco Malfoy," answered Felicity, smirking at the look on Ginny's face. "You know, in Slytherin. The one Pansy obsesses over."

"Really?" asked Luna, with wide eyes. She glanced over her shoulder quickly to take a good look at him before turning back to her Gryffindor friends and leaning in to Ginny. "What a surprise. I wonder how long he's liked you, Ginny."

Ginny's cheeks grew red in anger. "He doesn't like me," she snapped, shaking her head. "He would never, in his whole entire life, like me as his 'lover'."

"Yeah, well maybe someone should ask him," Felicity sniggered. "Just to see what he says."

"Don't you dare think about it or you'll get my special hex I put on him myself last year," threatened Ginny, pointing her fork at both of her friends. "Besides, you always forget I'm with Dean."

"But things aren't going well lately, have they?" asked Felicity, her voice full of concern. "I'm worried, Ginny, he is a lot older than you. Have you ever thought he wants more from you than just kissing maybe? Or maybe he might hurt you?"

"He wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to do or hurt me in any way," said Ginny, rolling her eyes at being told this yet again. "You've told me this enough times and so has Ron."

"Doesn't he do that with all your boyfriends?" Luna pointed out.

"He didn't do that with Neville, though we only went to the Yule Ball together," said Ginny thoughtfully. "But still Dean wouldn't do anything to me, but I'm avoiding him at the moment. We argued again last night," she added in a whisper. "But it's no big deal," she assured them. The two friends didn't look that all convinced

"Speak of the devil, here he comes," said Felicity, noticing that Ginny's boyfriend Dean Thomas had entered the hall with Seamus Finnigan.

Ginny panicked and ducked under the table.

"You didn't see me!" she hissed at them. "Luna, I'm sorry but can you go back to your table, please?"

"Of course, my breakfast is still sitting there. Good luck on hiding there." With that, Luna got up and returned to the Ravenclaw table.

Ginny sat under the table, waiting for him to go away from her so she could sneak out and go back to the common room. It was going to be difficult for her to slip out because her hair was so noticeable, like Felicity's was. Well, Felicity chose to have her hair like that.

"Hey Flee," said Dean, calling Felicity by a nickname he made up for her. Ginny knew she hated it a lot, but didn't have the guts to tell Ginny's boyfriend that.

"Dean," said Felicity's voice coolly, wincing at his use of the nickname she despised.

"Wasn't Ginny just sitting with you?" he asked, sounding slightly confused.

"Nope, she was still asleep when I left the dormitory and she hasn't come down for breakfast yet. Why?"

"It's really none of your business, Flee; I just wanted to talk to her about last night."

"I know what happened, Dean, she told me before we went to bed. Do you really think she's going to forgive you overnight?"

"Well yeah, I'm her boyfriend."

There was a pause during which Ginny hoped her best friend wouldn't suddenly inform Dean of his 'competition'. But she knew Felicity wouldn't do that, it would betray her trust, that's the sort of thing Slytherins do and Felicity wasn't one. She was loyal, true to the Gryffindor name. She saw Felicity stand up suddenly, her hands on her hips.

"I know you're her boyfriend, but sometimes you have to give her space, don't be in her face all the time if you know what I mean."

"You are!"

"But I'm her friend and I do give her space when she either asks or when I can tell she needs space. If that's all you came down here for, to talk to me then bugger off before I tell her you have been harassing me about her again."

There was a silence and then Ginny saw Dean's shoes walk away from Felicity, Seamus following him behind him.

"And stop calling me Flee!" she yelled after him. She sat back down and looked under the table at Ginny. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks for covering up for me; I don't want to see him for awhile. How am I going to sneak out of the hall without him seeing me? I can't wait for him to leave all day!"

Felicity stuck her wand under the table and muttered something. Ginny felt a shiver go down her back and she felt all the colour drain out of her…literally.

"I knew that spell would come in handy one day," Felicity said happily, pleased at her spell-work. "Come on, Ginny, he won't be able to see you now."

Ginny crawled out from under the table and followed Felicity out of the hall. Once they were back in the common room, Felicity muttered the counter curse and warm flowed through Ginny's body as the colour returned to her.

"I hate it when he calls you Flee and he's so disrespectful to you! I'll have a word with him about it," snarled Ginny.

"Calm down, Gin," said Felicity, grabbing Ginny's shoulders. "He's not worth it, I'll tell him myself. Don't need you two in a fight again."

"Who's fighting with Ginny?" asked a familiar voice. Hermione Granger was walking towards them, having just come back from breakfast.

'Thank Merlin for Ron's huge stomach,' thought Ginny, knowing that he was still eating breakfast with Harry.

"Oh hi, Hermione," said Ginny warmly, greeting her other best friend.

"Dean and her fought again last night," Felicity informed her. "She's trying to avoid him so she ducked under the table in the hall."

"Please don't tell Ron," Ginny begged.

"Of course I won't," said Hermione quickly. "Sorry to cut the conversation short, but I have to head to Potions; don't want Slughorn to be mad at me for being late."

"See you later, Hermione," both fifth year girls said as Hermione hurried out of the portrait hole.

"Ginny, I'll be back in a minute, going upstairs to get my things. I'll get yours too, shall I?" Felicity asked. Ginny nodded and Felicity hurried off up to the girls dormitory.

Ginny smiled to herself, glad to have girls like Felicity, Hermione and Luna as friends. She was more surprised she and Felicity were friends; they had nothing in common when she had met her in first year and they didn't get along. In second year, they talked a lot which annoyed the other girls in the dormitory greatly.

Felicity Higgins was tough and fierce like Ginny and had a different personality to the other girls in their year. She liked to dye her straight, but slightly wavy hair a lot much to her mum's disapproval who would rather see Felicity's hair at its normal colour, blonde. Felicity had dyed her hair black by magic and added red streaks in it before thinking she would be more insane and add blue, purple and yellow in the mix. She avoided using pink as she hated the colour and green as it represented Slytherin and thought the colour was ugly anyway.

She had unique colour in her eyes, dark violet and liked to wear black and red jewellery and owned an electric guitar except that she couldn't play it while she was at Hogwarts because of the magical barrier with Muggle objects. She couldn't go without listening to her rock music so with the help of Hermione, she got around it and listens to her music with no trouble at all.

Felicity was a half-blood, her father was a wizard and worked as a Healer at St Mungos while her mother was a Muggle and worked as a lawyer.

"Kind of like a debater, someone who argues for a person who's guilty of a crime or not," Felicity had explained to Ginny when she had asked what they were.

She also has a little brother named Max who's turning eleven in June and so would be attending to Hogwarts next year. According to Felicity, he is very excited and is jealous of his sister and hopes to be just like her. Felicity loves her little brother, but says he's very annoying as he asks an average of five hundred questions a day about anything.

Felicity returned from the dormitories carrying two bags. She gave one to Ginny and headed out of the portrait hole, Ginny following behind her.

As she sat in her first lesson, History of Magic, Ginny thought about her relationship with Dean. It wasn't going well, Ginny had to admit. She felt as if their relationship wasn't as a couple, but was more of friends…well not really when they were arguing.

Ginny sighed and stared out the window. She just didn't feel like she really loved him anymore, not as much as she did when they started going out.

'There's someone else, maybe…not Harry, he's always got so much on his plate and I got over him a long time ago. I only had a crush on him because he was famous. But I think he fancies Felicity, he always glances at her when she's not looking. I know she fancies him, even though she hasn't told me, but I can tell…'

She closed her eyes and saw a boy with white blonde hair, grey eyes and a pale face staring at her, a look of longing on his face, desire flanking his features…what a handsome face he had…

She snapped her eyes open. 'No, not Malfoy…I couldn't possibly fall for Malfoy with just one look at him. Besides he's the son of a family my parents hate…and he hates me. Why would he have been staring at me like that?'

Ginny shook herself out of her thoughts and started taking notes, not wanting to fall behind in class…again.

She had seen him doing it. Seen him staring at her from across the hall while she ate breakfast, talking to her black haired friend. Higgins, the black haired girl, had also seen him at it.

He really wasn't sure why he was staring at her in the first place. He was just sitting there, minding his own business and his eyes suddenly found her and he was entranced by her. But he couldn't be staring at her, he hated her.

'Don't say that, you know that's not true,' a voice in his head said. Draco shook his head, thinking he might be ill. Why else would he have thought he longed for the Weasley?

"Hey mate, you alright?" asked Blaise Zabini, a look of concern on his face. Draco blinked and looked at his best mate.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "Might be feeling ill, that's all."

"Yeah, I would be too if she was after me," said Blaise darkly, continuing to eat his breakfast.

"What?" asked Draco, shocked. Weasley after him already? No, she's with Mudblood Thomas.

"It's Pansy," Blaise dropped his voice so that no one around would hear him. "She's after you, big time. Word is that she's brewing up a love potion to sneak into your drink any time we're eating or she's going to buy some food and inject the potion into that."

"She's that desperate?" Draco asked, bewildered. He shook his head. "She doesn't get it, does she? I don't like her in that way…in fact I don't even like her as a friend, she is such a bitch."

"Well that's Pansy for you," said Blaise. "So from now on, I would be very careful about what you drink and avoid her as well."

"As if I already don't try to avoid her at all," scowled Draco. He must have hinted to her about a hundred times that he's not at all interested in her, not since the Yule Ball when she nearly threw him into the wall because he wouldn't dance with her till the end of the night. And he was pushed into taking her as his date anyway.

He felt someone staring at him again and looked up in time to see 'Loony' Lovegood turn back around to little Weasley and Higgins, their heads leaned in as they whispered about something. He snarled at them and returned to his breakfast, reading the Daily Prophet.

Five minutes later…

"Come on, Draco, let's go get our bags, class starts in fifteen minutes. Do you want Slughorn punishing us for being late?"

"No, I don't," replied Draco, folding up the newspaper and putting it back in his pocket, making a mental note to chuck it out later. He was about to get up when he heard a yell from across the hall.

"And stop calling me Flee!"

Draco looked around to see Higgins standing up, hands on her hips as Thomas and Finnigan walked away from her. Looking closely under the Gryffindor table, he saw Weasley curled up as though she was hiding.

'Why she hiding from her Mudblood boyfriend Dean? Thought she was all over him. But hey it's so funny to see her where she belongs, on the floor! Poor girl…'

"Draco, you coming?" Blaise asked, bringing Draco out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Hold your horses," he muttered as he and Blaise left the Great Hall, the sight of little Weasley hiding under the table fresh in his mind.

Author's note: Thanks for reading and please review! I love them.