Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing of Harry Potter, although the amazing Mrs. Rowling can keep Harry, I just want Draco...

Love In Hidding

"Jennifer Wilson?" No hand went up. "Is there a Jennifer Wilson in this class?"

"Oh," a small red haired girl looked up. "I'm here professor." A few students in the class giggled and Jennifer looked confused.

"You must be new. You can just call me Mrs. Hamilton. We aren't too formal at this school." the teacher said with an encouraging smile.

The red head tried to return the smile, but she had already reverted back to her previous thoughts. 'Why did Mom and Dad come up with this stupid idea? I can't even remember what my name is supposed to be. Oh, how I wish Harry told me where he was going and that he hadn't just disappeared after Bill's and Fleur's wedding. I miss him so much.'

Noise brought Ginny out of her reverie. 'Now I don't know what everyone is doing,' she was slightly annoyed. The class was up moving their desks in a circle. Ginny thought this was very strange, but then they were muggles. Maybe every muggle did this at school, so she followed suit.

As the class finished getting settled in their new desk locations Mrs. Hamilton was explaining the activity. "This class will be about interactions and relationships, so I think we should get to know each other a little bit. I have a few questions for us to answer. You can address all of them, or maybe only a few of them. That is completely your choice. Nothing too big, maybe where you are from, something about your family or friends. Perhaps if you are dating anyone, because those relationships can be very prevalent in our minds. Anything you would like. Ms. Wilson, let's start with you."

It was a good thing that the Order had set her a story otherwise she would have been freaking out right now. "I grew up in a little town called Surrey," Harry helped out a little, "but my dad got a new job that took him traveling overseas. My parents thought it would be a good idea for me to stay in England to finish my education, so I am staying with my aunt and uncle." The speech sounded slightly rehearsed, but no one seemed to notice. When she concluded, Ginny fell once again into silence, thinking of her parents and siblings.

Mrs. Hamilton moved on and most of the class had been addressed when a piercing sound cut through Ginny's ears. "Oh, bells," she muttered under her breath as she put her books away. She quickly took out her schedule to see where and what her next class would be: Art History, room 254.

Off she went through the halls. The muggles were all joking, laughing, and talking about their summers. Ever since Ginny had moved into the new house with Tonks and Lupin, her "aunt and uncle" she was noticing that muggles aren't really all that different from witches and wizards. Maybe when they got older, but it seemed that kids where the same everywhere. They all had their friends and enjoyed their sweet innocence. None of these people knew that her family and friends were in a war, where some of them would probably die.

As had been happening so often recently, Ginny was lost in her thoughts so she didn't see the girl in front of her until she ran into her. "Excuse me. I'm so sorry," Ginny tried to apologize, but the girl just looked at her like she was pure garbage.

"Yeah, you better be sorry. If I were you, I would learn to see, so that I don't run into my betters." The girl stood tall so that she played up her three inches that she had on Ginny, counting her stilettoes.

Ginny's eyes began to fire up as she looked around the hallway. "Nope, I don't see anyone around here who's better than me, and I can see just fine." Taking another look at the girl, Ginny added, "But you know, since you are so much taller than me, I can forgive you for not moving out of my way. You must not have seen me. Next time, maybe you should pay attention." Before the girl could respond, Ginny pushed her way through the sudden crowd that had stopped to listen to the two girls, one red and one brown.

"Just watch yourself New Girl!" The brown hair girl yelled after Ginny before she gathered her friends around her and headed in the other direction to her class. Ginny silently agreed with her. She was cursing herself as she walked into 254 for her foolishness. She had not even been in the school for two hours and she already couldn't keep her temper reined in.

"Nice job with Tricia. You'll be hearing about this for weeks though." A dark, stranger told Ginny as she sat in front of him.

"Thanks, but I really don't care about her." Ginny didn't appear to be too interested, but she had to admit to herself that he was attractive. Very attractive.

"Doesn't matter. She'll hate you forever. I bet you don't care about that either," this new boy put in, with an odd look.

"Nope. I'm Ginny by the way. Ginny Weas–Wilson. Ginny Wilson. I just moved here with my aunt and uncle. What's your name?" It wouldn't hurt to have new friends, and if those friends just happened to make a person melt, well, that happens sometimes.

"Nate." Just a name, nothing else, before he sat back in his chair and took out a pencil and sketch book.

Ginny was deciding whether or not to be offended when the accursed bell rung again as the rest of class was filling into their seats. Ginny enjoyed art, but there was just something wrong with the pictures the professor, Mr. Braddock, was showing. It took her almost all of class to realize that the paintings were lifeless. The people didn't move! 'How great can a picture be all by itself? Everything is suppose to shift,' Ginny thought to herself as she tried to get over the motionless pictures so that she could copy down her homework assignment: pick a favorite painting, and write a 500 word essay about it. The writing was due by Friday. Ginny wasn't worried, she loved art.

Surprise of all surprises, the bell rang again. Ginny turned around to put her books in her bag, and she caught sight of Nate's book as he closed it. There was an amazing picture drawn on the page. Ginny looked at him curiously. He responded with a small smirk, grabbed his bag and left the room. Ginny had a free period next, but she didn't exactly know where to go, so she decided to go find the library.

Ginny walked once again into the flowing stream of people that stuffed the hallway. She found a nice looking young girl and asked her where the library was. The little girl, who introduced herself as Tevy, told her it was in the other building and that there were signs everywhere so she couldn't miss it. Ginny thanked her and as she was walking out of the building, she passed by a very eerily familiar smirk.