Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all afflicted parts of the series belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros and all the publishers involved and what not. I am producing no money from this nor do the characters, settings, etc. belong to me.

A/n: I wrote this at twelve am when I was listening to the Two Towers soundtrack and trying (in great vain, I assure you) to write chapter nine of Chained to Fate. That's going absolutely no where, so I'm going to put it aside for a few days until something comes to me.

Headstrong

Chapter One: Add to the List

Ginny sat there in stoned silence; her room was covered in a blanket of darkness. No light source from anywhere lit the corners of her room and the muggle cd player her father had brought home from work emitted a low, orchestral music. She hated summers, plain and simple. The summer was a time she had to spend with her mother and father and bout twenty-five older brothers. Okay, so it was only four, but they made it feel as if there were twenty-five of them.

Lucky for her, school began in a few days and tomorrow she would be going to Diagon Alley to pick up all she'd need for the upcoming school year. That would give her a day to herself. A day without her mother, a day without her father, and a day without all her friggin' brothers. It would be a day for Ginny Weasley and no one else.



Molly had been calling Ginny down for an easy half hour. Typical female, taking forever to get ready to go anywhere public. Ron tutted as he and Harry stood to the side of the fireplace, waiting impatiently for her.

Ten minutes later Ginny lolled down the stairs, looking nothing fancy, unlike how they'd expected her to appear. She had on simple, worn muggle jeans in a loose boy's cut (compliments of her brothers' hand me downs), a black tee and her hair clumped in a knot of falling fire red flames.

Ron looked at her quizzically, wondering what the devil had taken her so long. His sister only smiled wryly as two chin lengths wisps of auburn hair fell to her face. She nodded at him as if she were his superior and went up to the fireplace. She chucked a handful of Floo powder in the flames, said a clear "Diagon Alley!" and waited for them on the other side.

"I'll see you back here at three mum."

Molly nodded in agreement, passed a list and a purse of few coins to her daughter and watched as Ginny walked left, walking down the clustered street of the wizard shopping central.

Ginny walked passed a few shops, including the newly added building that was soon to be her twin brothers' joke shop. She grinned walking passed it and tossed the small velvet purse a foot into the air only to catch it on its fall. She repeated this action all the while as she walked the alley, the change clanging softly.

"I shouldn't expect to find much in here."

She had been prepared to catch the money bag, but a hand had snatched it from midair. Ginny looked up to the gray stare that belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy who had been apparently walking the opposite direction as her.

"Give it here Malfoy."

Draco strolled on, forcing Ginny to swivel and follow him. "No, I don't think so weasel." He sneered back at her, his lip curling up in a malicious grin.

"Look ferret, I don't have time to deal with your antics. Pass me the bag and we can both be on our way."

Turning abruptly, he looped an index finger through on of the belt loops of her pants and pulled her body closer to his. "Now what makes you think I want that Gianne?"

Ginny froze. She hated, absolutely hated, when people used the whole of her first name, Gianne. What was that? Heaven forbid could she have a normal name like Virginia or Alex. No it had to be something absolutely stupid like Gianne. Ginny cursed her parents for giving her that name.

She grabbed the purse from his hand, causing her to have to lunge forward almost falling. Draco put a hand around her back to break her fall.

"Malfoy, what makes you think you can touch me?" she spat, backing away from the Slytherin seventh year.

He pulled his hands away and raised them innocently above his head. Oh yea, like he'd done no wrong, and the serpent isn't most commonly used as a representation of evil in literature. I'm so sure.

"I meant no harm."

"Yea right," Ginny doubted him, "and I love wasting my time with you."

He slit his eyes at her sarcasm. "I knew you always did Weasley," his voice came to her like a hiss. "I'll see you on the first," he muttered into her ear as he passed her - a grin slapped on his aristocratic face.

"Unfortunately," she mumbled after him with a glare like a death ray. She shook her head softly and carried on her way, tucking the purse of wizard money into the pocket of her jeans.

Stupid Malfoy. He was always a prat and Ginny counted on the fact that he always would be. Nothing could change that. He was such a nuisance and a waste of her time; she didn't need that kind of aggravation. She had enough with Ron and Percy, as if she didn't need to add that pompous, son of a Death Eater onto that list.

She saw Ron, Hermione and Harry heading down the street in her direction and quickly decided that the first thing she would do was restore her potions' ingredients. This gave her a quick cop out to head into the nearest store and keep away from her brother and his heroic friends, leaving her to her day on her own. Blast Malfoy for putting a bad start onto it.



"Unfortunately," he heard her say under her breath and he caught the quick death ray she shot after him, before completely walking away from her.

Ginny was such an easy target. Draco knew that. It was so easy to irritate her, all he had to do was mention her name and she'd turn into the fiery sixteen year old she was. He loved to bother her, just to watch her squirm. He shoved a hand in his pocket as he made his way out of Diagon Alley and into Knockturn Alley to find his father.

Stupid Weasley. They were all the same, so easy to get under the skin; especially the only daughter. She was so innocent, but she wasn't and Draco knew he could change that. She'd never know what was coming her way. It wasn't enough that he could push Ron's buttons, and pretty much all other students from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, add to that the select Slytherin targets he had (damn Zabini). No, he wanted and needed to add the young Ginny Weasley onto that list.

With a grand smirk, Draco saw his father ahead of him and went up to meet him, only to return to Knockturn Alley before soon seeing Miss Weasley on the train ride back to Hogwarts. He had a full year in store for her.



A/n: If it says anywhere in the book that Ginny's name is Virginia, I want the proof, because as far as I know, it doesn't. I don't really know what this is, but it's not my other story and right now that's way I need. Damn writer's block. I curse at it. Lizi