Hey!

Soooo this is my first every Harry Potter Fanfic... *blushes*

Anyway, enjoy!

Sorry if the characters seem a little weird, or if the names aren't spelled right! I haven't re-read the Harry Potter books for a while, but I plan to over Thanksgiving break! So ya! :D

The war with Voldemort happened during the 4th year. The same events happened, except during 4th year

-Ron and Hermione aren't together

-Ginny and Harry aren't together

-Snape didn't die

-Draco didn't attempt to kill Dumbledore

-Dumbledore still lives!

-Ginny plays Chaser

-All the main characters are 7th years, unless stated differently

Hermione Granger was in a foul mood. Here it was, only the 3rd day of her 7th year at Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy had already ruined the rest of the day for her. Hermione was used to petty tricks from Malfoy, like him tripping her in the hallways, and snickering nasty things about her to his friend, Blaise Zabini. She was used to him calling her mudblood, mocking her appearance, and even hexing her. (Though she did hex him right back.) But what Malfoy had just done she was definetly not used to.

Earlier that Evening

Hermione was waiting for Ginny Weasly in a quiet, dark, corridor. Ginny was a Quiditch practice; Hermione expected Ginny to be late, tomorrow Gryffindor were playing Slytherin as the first game of the year, and the Gryffindor wanted to win. They had plans to spend the evening at the library; working on the essay Snape had already assigned them.

Well, Hermione had actually already finished it, but he knew Ginny needed some help. Caught up in her thoughts, she didn't even notice Draco Malfoy until he was right besides her. He seemed to have appeared out of the mist. She was about to fire off a hex and some wicked insults when he did something totally unexpected. He leaned right up to her ear, his lips nearly touching her neck and whispered "I like your... shirt." Then he strode off, without a look back.

Hermione stood there, shocked, and trying to figure out what Malfoy meant. Her shirt wasn't anything special; it was a plain, fuzzy, maroon sweater that she adored. Hermione knew it wasn't particularly flattering, nor was it stylish. Half of her thought he had somehow put a curse or hex on her, and the other half thought that he was most likely drunk or high.

She supposed she could have passed it off as a dare from Blaise Zabini, but it didn't feel like that. The way he had said it, his voice normally cruel, was soft and low, and the heat of his words had whispered up and down her neck. If it had been a dare, wouldn't he just come up to her and saw in his normal drawl of a voice 'I like your shirt.' But he was a Slytherin. He had almost been an official Death Eater, but Hermione heard rumors that he backed down. Were Slytherin's good actors?

Hermione was so deep in thought that when Ginny arrived, it took her several moments to register her arrival. And then another few to figure out she was sniffling, tears threatening to spill out of her dark brown eyes. Ginny almost never cried, and Hermione forgot her Malfoy problems. She had only seen Ginny twice in her life, once when everyone thought Harry Potter was dead, and the other time was when her brother died.

"Ginny, what happened?" Hermione rushed over to her friend and gave her a big hug. They stayed locked in an embrace for a while; she heard Ginny take a deep breath, and try to steady herself. She knew her best friend was trying to collect herself. Then she noticed a large bump right above Ginny's right ear, and it was already turning color.

"Oh my god, what happened above your ear?"

Ginny let out a chocked laugh. Hermione pulled out her wand a cast a quick pain relief spell. Ginny sighed immediately in relief.

"So much better then Ibphourne." She muttered to herself. Ginny didn't hear her.

"Ginny what happened?" Hermione asked again.

"Can we go to the library?" she sniffled.

"Of course." Hermione gives her one last hug, and then they head to the library.

Once we get to the library, Hermione settles in at an isolated table near the back of the library, and Ginny follows. Ginny bites her lips and sighs.

"It started when I was heading to Quiditch practice. I was running a bit late, but when I arrived the Slytherin's were on the field already. They said that they had reserved the field for practice. Everyone one was fighting, and I didn't know what to do. I tried to get to Harry, but he was yelling at Blaise Zabini. They looked like they were about to start cursing one another, and so I started pulling Harry away 'cause I didn't want him getting in trouble before the big game and-."

She stopped suddenly, the tears returning to her eyes, and then started again "But then Blaise yelled at me. He said 'Keep your ugly little face out of this, Weaslette."

Hermione cringed. She knew Ginny absolutely hated when anyone called her that. But Blaise had seemed to taken a fancy to teasing her, and decided calling her that was the perfect way to do it.

"And then Ron overheard, and he came charging in, and started yelling at Blaise, and then all three of them-Harry, Ron, and Blaise started insulting each other like crazy. But then, Draco suddenly appeared and gave Blaise a smile. Then Blaise picked up a Bludger and threw it at me! I managed to lean far enough away, but it still grazed the side of my face."

Her whole body started trembling, and Hermione was shocked. What kind of idiot threw a Bludger at someone?!

"Did you go to the nurse?"

Ginny shook her head. "After that, he spat at me and said 'That'll teach you, Weaseltte.' Then I ran off. I don't even know what happened after that."

They were silent for a while. Then after a while Hermione spoke.

"Well while I was waiting for you, Malfoy came up to me and did something really weird. He said 'I like your shirt' in the is really creepy voice."

Ginny was wide eyed. "That is so weird 'Mione! Wait until I tell Ron and Harry!"

"No, don't." Hermione said quickly. "It was probably a dare, or Malfoy was high. They don't need to know."

"Ok."

And then they started working on homework.