"Ron! Where did you put my broomstick?" Ginny's shout could easily be heard throughout the Burrow; she sounded like a miniature version of her mother scorned.

"I didn't touch it, but if you don't find it soon we're going to miss the train," gracious, he is nervous today, must be all excited about seeing Hermione again after a long lonely summer without her. For all the hell he gave Percy about Penelope you'd think he wouldn't be so lovey, dovey. She's not even his girlfriend. This train of thought went on for a while as Ginevra re-searched every inch of her house for the missing broomstick – which was hiding oh so sneakily in the back of a kitchen cupboard.

Finally, with everything packed the Weasley clan clambered into the Ministry provided car, squished themselves into the seats with the typical "Oi, move that stupid owl away from me" "could you be any closer, I mean really" and the ever-classic, "RONALD".

For Ginny platform 9 ¾ could not have arrived soon enough. Two more years, two more years, then I'll be free. Not that Ginny didn't love her family, she did, very much; it was just that sometimes having six overprotective brothers was a little much for any girl to handle.

Freedom swallowed the redhead as she burst onto the platform and dashed off to find anyone that wasn't her family,

"Luna, Luna hey," she spouted breathlessly, "How was your summer?"

"Oh, it was alright," the blonde replied dreamily, "Is Harry with you, I've been wanting to talk to him?"

"Umm, yes I think he's over there with my family," where I left them. With a slightly dazed sounding:

"thanks Gin, see you at school," Luna dashed off to talk to the famous Harry Potter. Who really wasn't that special. He isn't even that good looking, I mean, sure I was lured in by the eyes and the scar like everyone else, but really I was eleven. Now Malfoy, there is some forbidden eye candy. The aforementioned eye candy had just strutted past with that infamous sneer plastered to his face, oh if only he wasn't complete devil's spawn, jerk, son of a Death Eater, pompous little arse, Then she might even think about being civil to him. But seeing as he was, she tossed him from her mind and focused on better things such as; hexes, chocolate, and all the eyes that were bound to be staring at her as she made her entrance in the hall that evening. Ahh, the bliss of being popular and having protective; one could get all the attention she craved and never have to worry about one of those boys overstepping any boundaries. Twas perfection.

Seeing as Luna wasn't going to be very good company that particular day, Ginny wondered mindlessly though the train in search of a reasonable compartment mate. She found none; they were either filled with boys who had too many eyes and hands or girls who despised her for being who she was. Popularity wasn't completely perfect you know; sometimes there was trouble in paradise. Carefully she walked past the Slytherin 7th year compartment, practically on tiptoes, just because Malfoy was eye candy it didn't mean she wanted to run into him all alone while he was surrounded by friends – or mindless, droning slaves, whatever you prefer.

It was the hair. What else could give a sneaky, silent, skinny girl away to a bunch of Slytherin's except her blood red hair? Nothing.

"Weaselette, what are you doing here, come to visit?" stupid voice, just had to sound sexy didn't it, well I am certainly not going to react.

"Malfoy, how terrible meeting you here, or anywhere really," she placed a well-practiced grin on her face as she watched the sneer slide off of his.

He was lounging like a king in his compartment when he saw that streak of red moving carefully past the foggy glass door. It was just too good to resist; the baby weasel all alone. Sliding open the door he lowered his voice an octave,

"Weaselette, what are you doing here, come to visit?" look at her face, completely blank, that girl is good at hiding what she feels. What a fabulous game it would be….

"Malfoy, how terrible meeting you here, or anywhere really," her tone was icy smooth. As she turned to walk away, presumably to sit with her famously annoying friends, he couldn't help but notice her slim, athletic figure as she waltz down the train. She was pretty, but she was the daughter of a no good, slimy blood traitor and sister to the friend of the stupid Harry Potter, other than that I really have nothing against the girl. Why can't I have a little fun before I leave school?

Draco calmly sat back down in his compartment and watched his cronies discuss the various reasons why the Weasley family was nothing more than a group of bottom-feeding peasants that deserved to work as slaves to people like the Zabini and Malfoy families.

"Come now, the weaselette isn't all the bad," Draco loved nothing more than being able to play with his friends expressions as if they were clay in his capable hands. Shock registered on every one of them, "You can't be serious", "Sure, she's a bit of a looker but Weasley blood is Weasley blood regardless"

"I was joking you morons," what pliable minds they had, sometimes Draco wished for a bit more of a challenge; someone who didn't hang on his every word and respect him because of his blood and vampire-esk father. Someone very much like the weaselette.

For goodness sakes, am I going to spend this entire train ride trying to find a compartment? She was seriously debating humbling herself to go and sit with the golden trio when a door to her left open quietly. Inside was Ravenclaw boy who could easily have competed with Malfoy as far as eye-candy went,

"Looking for a place to sit," oh goodness his voice is like crème-de-menthe.

"Um, yes, thank you," her voice had never sounded so shy and quiet.

"Terry Boot's the name, and I guess I know who you are," he glanced quickly at her hair before looking back into her eyes, "You, are the star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and close enough to Harry Potter to get a lighting tattoo, Ginny Weasley,"

"Fantastic," she muttered under her breath, "try to escape from the golden boy and all I can find is his greatest fan and apparently a stalker," his laugher was infectious,

"I'm a chaser as well Ginny, just keeping tabs on the competition is all, besides it's easy to spot the way Harry pays attention to you, he fancies you,"

"Whatever, I got over him years ago,"

"And I am so glad to hear it".