A/N: This is my first fanfiction, of course sporting my favorite Harry Potter ship: Draco/Ginny. I sadly have no idea what I'm doing with this, so for now, please bear with me, as I am sadly winging it.

"Careful, Weasley, you keep klutzing up like that, Potter may not be interested in you anymore!" An all too familiar voice sneered down at the redhead sprawled on the floor in the hallway. The crowd of Slytherins around them snickered, but no one was more audible than Pansy Parkinson, the drippy girl currently hanging all over the blonde boy.

Ginny's face turned bright red. What a great way to start out my sixth year, huh? Still can't get the bloody rumors to stuff themselves. She looked up at the gray eyes of the guy who tripped her, her brown eyes flashing dangerously. "Old news, ferret boy."

Malfoy's lip curled into his trademark sneer, leading the onlookers away, down to the dungeons, but not before stepping on her bag. Ginny heard a distinctive crunch, and hoped it wasn't too messy, before stuffing her supplies back and rushing to her class, arriving just in time.

Sadly, when it came to the Potions master, 'just in time' meant two nights of detention, scrubbing school cauldrons that looked like the grime had been boiled on and left to rot for a few years. Such a letdown, considering she was his best student of the year.

She pulled out a roll of cheap parchment and dug around for her favorite quill, one brought back to her from Romania by her brother Charlie. Great. That git must have it. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she pulled out the bent one squirreled away at the bottom of the bag, NOT happy to see it drenched in ink, along with almost everything else.

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By lunch, Ginny could easily say that today had not been her best. She was disappointed to find that her quill wasn't anywhere to be seen after potions, and in addition to the ink incident, she realized last minute that she had forgotten her transfiguration book, and when running up to get it, left her wand on her bed in the dormitory, getting five points taken. Come charms, she had been paired with a troublesome Slytherin boy who kept making the goblet of wine they were supposed to be turning into cheese tip itself over on her, drenching her lap multiple time, and surely staining her gray uniform skirt.

Plopping herself down between Hermione and Seamus, across from Harry and Ron, she grabbed the bowl of salad on the table and started loading up her plate, snapping at anyone who dared to ask her why she had ink all over her hands.

Ron and Harry exchanged rather funny looks, but just shrugged, not wanting their heads bitten of too.

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Ginny practically ran out of the Great Hall, wanting to make sure that she had everything she needed for Arithmancy, before heading off to the library during her free period to start on the three foot roll of parchment Snape wanted on billiwig stings. Getting stuck on a moving staircase, she sighed exasperatedly as she waited for it to creak it's way back to the landing she needed, whereupon arriving at said landing, she was ambushed by Peeves, who was diligently spraying first years with water, then dumping flour on their heads by the sackfuls. She ducked one, only to receive a direct blow to the head by one she hadn't noticed. Groaning, she stomped up to the portrait of the fat lady, and growled the password, dancing dungbombs, before clambering through. A couple of second years nearly fell out of their seats when they saw her, but Ginny took next to no notice. It looked to Ginny like she'd be spending that free period showering instead.

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After dinner, Dumbledore rose and announced that he wished to see all prefects in the room off to the side of the head table. Ginny then realized that she hadn't been wearing her prefect badge at all that day, which could have explained some of the lack of respect she had gotten. Getting up with Hermione and Ron, Head Girl and prefect, she made her way up there, fighting against the swarm of people headed in the opposite direction, out to the entrance hall, ready for bed. Ginny herself felt like collapsing in bed, but figured she could hold herself up long enough for this little meeting.

Inside the room, Ginny looked around to see if there was anyone she recognized. There was her, Colin, Hermione and Ron from Gryffindor, Luna and Terry Boot from Ravenclaw, and a couple of sixth years she recognized from Herbology from Hufflepuff. All the rest she didn't recognize, save for one steel eyed blonde she was not too keen on seeing.

Bloody git.. Can't imagine why they'd want him for Head Boy. Ginny thought to herself, spitefully. Malfoy caught her glaring at him and smirked, eyebrows raised. Shooting him one last look to kill, she turned her attention to Dumbledore, who was passing out assignment sheets. Ginny glanced down at hers, glad to see that her first night wasn't until Wednesday, leaving her tonight and Tuesday night to catch up on her rest.

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Back in the common room, Ginny made her way past the armchairs and sofas that were scattered about the room to her stairs, and then got ready for bed quickly, before dragging herself into bed, falling almost immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of dialogue and whatnot..again..first attempt. I promise to try to make it more interesting! Please R&R!