A/N Hey, Guess who's back with another collab! Emily & Kim that's who! ….We really need to think of a name for a collab account… anywhoozles…. This is a Draco/Ginny fic that has come about from SOMEONE's recent (I'm told) obsession with one Tom Felton…. And reading too many fanfictions… We apologise if this doesn't get updated super-regularly, but we're waiting for our GCSE results, and then if we pass (Emily will) SIXTH FORM. So, that's our poor excuse… mine is also I seem to have a load of HP ideas but little inspiration… my mind is too filled with Skandar for Harry Potter I fear…

Disclaimer (Because Emily makes me write them ) : We own Only Tom Felton…. Wait, we own only the storyline and Tom Felton… We own the storyline and Tom Felton's face on Harry Potter DVDs? … I'm thinking I should check whether my darling writing partner has hacked me laptop…toodlepip…enjoy

(Emily's writing)

'Drat, I'm going to be late,' Ginny Weasley muttered to herself impatiently. She was supposed to meet with her family five minutes ago but the queue in the apothecary was dreadful. As soon as she could she paid for her things and all but ran out of the shop and up a very busy Diagon Alley.

'Ouch! Sorry,' she stammered as she collided with someone.

'Watch it, Weasley!' came the rather rude reply and she looked up straight into the cold, grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. She seemed to get caught up in his gaze for a moment before he barged past her, accidentally knocking her purchases out of her arms.

Ginny blinked and shook her head, not quite knowing what had just come over her. She bent to pick up her belongings but paused when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Malfoy had stopped - he looked like he wanted to help her but when he realised she'd seen him staring he turned on his polished heel and carried on walking.

The red head stared after him for a while, pondering. What was that all about? This was Draco Malfoy. Why would he look like he wanted to help her, Ginnerva Weasley, a blood traitor? They were sworn enemies for Merlin's sake!

Dismissing the thought, the girl resumed retrieving her things from the cobbles and hurried off.

'Yes mum, bye mum!' Mrs Weasley was shouting last minute orders and goodbyes to her children as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Ginny was shouting back anything to please her whilst Ron sauntered off with Harry and Hermione.

'Quibbler?'

'Oh hey Luna! Yes please.' Ginny felt a smile creeping on to her creamy-skinned face. She had missed Luna - she wasn't as loony as everyone claimed. Well, okay, maybe a little bit, but she was lovely really.

'Would you like to find a compa-'

'Ginny! I've missed you!' Ginny was pulled into a bear hug by her current boyfriend Dean Thomas. Over his shoulder she notice Draco Malfoy stealing a glance at Dean embracing her before following fellow Slytherin Blaise down the train.

Ginny squirmed in Dean's arms under Malfoy's watch, but didn't know why. She avoided Dean's gaze and settled into a compartment with him, Luna and Neville.

'Wow, I can't believe we are all going into our sixth year. It seems only yesterday we were going to Hogwarts for the first time.' Ginny raised her eyebrows and coughed pointedly, looking at Neville 'Oh sorry Gin, I've become so accustomed to hanging around with you; i forget you're in the year below, ' added Neville sheepishly. Ginny laughed; she felt exactly the same. The four were interrupted by the arrival of Colin Creevey.

'Hey Dean! Neville! Seamus blew up the refreshments trolley! Come and see!' he squealed excitedly.

'Ha-ha wicked! Has he burnt off his eyebrows again?' Dean's voice trailed away as he and Neville followed the smaller Colin. Luna was quite engrossed in her magazine which left Ginny rather bored.

Staring out of the window, she almost missed the blonde streak of Malfoy striding past the compartment. Almost.

'Er Luna, I'm just going to, uh, stretch my legs,' she said, not waiting for the blonde girl's reply as she left the compartment. She had no idea why she wanted to follow the young Slytherin; you could say she just had, well, an urge to.

Malfoy was stood at the end of that particular carriage, staring mutely out of the window. He heard Ginnerva's slow footsteps approaching him and spun around quickly.

'What do you want, Weasley?' he snapped venomously, spitting her name. The girl stepped back slightly.

'I er ... I ...' she stuttered. He opened his mouth to say something further but stopped when he saw a look of hurt flash across her face before she walked away again.

She left him standing there feeling, unknown to her, confused. Why did he stop? Yes she looked hurt but so did a lot of people he snapped at. Not once had that caused him to stop, let alone made him feel ... Sorry?

'Pull yourself together Draco,' he whispered to himself, banging his head against the window, earning himself some curious glances from a couple of passing third years.

Ginny was vaguely aware of the conversation going on around her in the Great Hall.

'Do you ever stop eating?'

'I'm hungry!' Ron defended himself against Hermione.

'After everything you ate at the feast last night, you cannot possibly be hungry, Ronald Weasley,' Hermione answered, shaking her head in astonishment.

'Yeah well that was last night!' Ron argued back, indignantly. Hermione dismissed the whole thing with a disapproving sigh and turned to face Ginny.

'How are things with you and Dean, Gin?' she enquired, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. Ginny, however, did not reply. 'Ginny?' Hermione clicked her fingers in front of the younger girl's face. Ginny snapped out of, what would look like to anyone who had been watching, her trance.

'Sorry, what?'

'Never mind. What were you staring at?' Hermione questioned.

'Nothing,' Ginny answered, far too quickly. In fact it had not been nothing. The object which had attracted Ginny's undivided attention had been Draco Malfoy, whose back was directly opposite her on the Slytherin table. He appeared to be playing with his breakfast rather than eating it. Ginny mentally cursed herself. Malfoy was her enemy; there was no reason for this sudden fixation on him she'd recently developed.

'Whatever,' Hermione sighed, 'I have to get to potions.' She rose from her seat opposite Ginny but, at the same time, so did Malfoy, resulting in the Gryffindor blocking his path. Hermione though, was busy collecting up her books from the table and did not notice.

'Get out of my way, Mudblood,' he sneered, menacingly. At the word 'Mudblood' both Harry and Ron began to rise from the bench but Ginny surprised everyone, not least herself, by responding first.

'Don't call her that, Malfoy!' she fired up. For some strange reason unbeknown to any of them, including himself, Malfoy looked ashamed.

'Sorry,' he mumbled and swiftly disappeared down the hall. Ron choked on his tea.

'Did he just- I mean, did that rat Malfoy just... apologise?' The others looked just as surprised as he did.

A/N Leave a review on the way out and Tom Felton will visit you tonight… wait I'm sorry he has other engagements… Review anyway and we'll update soon? X Emily would also like to add she apologises for the "obvious" and "cheesy" (her words) title…