Disclaimer: -puts hands up- Ok, ok, I surrender! I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter! The great, the lovely, -drum roll- J.K Rowling doesss! I do, however, own the plot of this story.

A/N: Wew, well look at me. Writing my first ever Drinny fanfic. This will be very hard. Well, overall, this story will pretty much be slight bickering, becoming best friends, Ginny's major brother troubles, connecting romantically, Quidditch aahhh of course, and, the *ahem* whole-heartedly loved drama at the end. I really do hope you enjoy!

Taking A Chance- Chap 1. Fighting with the Pug

Ginny Weasley flitted around The Burrow, her topsy-turvy house, getting ready for her sixth year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Gin, hurry up! We'll be late!" came her obnoxious brother, Ron's, voice from downstairs.

Ginny huffed to herself. Maybe if he hadn't taken so long in the damn shower.

"Oh, shut up, Ronald!"

"Ginevra Weasley, watch your mouth!"

"Sorry, Mum!" Ginny rolled her eyes.

Making sure she had everything with her, she took one last look at her run-down, yet cozy, room, grabbed her Firebolt (it was something she won in a Quidditch knowledge competition, and cherished it greatly) and barrelled down the stairs. Ginny may have been a porcelain-skinned beauty, with her big hazel eyes and long, auburn-coloured, bouncy tendrils of hair that shimmered in the rare sunlight of Britain, but that didn't mean to say she was a fragile little butterfly. She had six older brothers, and with that came a price.

Ginny entered the kitchen and was surprised to see Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Would-Bloody-Not-Die, there, and delighted to see Hermione Granger.

Harry gave Ginny a big smile, which Ginny returned exasperatedly. When would the boy get over her? Ever since the middle of last year, when he went a bit too far and tried to take advantage of her, Ginny went completely off Harry. He just wouldn't quit.

"Morning, Mione'! Ready for Hogwarts?" Ginny trilled, walking straight past Harry, much to his rejected dismay.

Hermione noticed and had to stifle a laugh. "Morning, Gin. Yes, of course! I reread Hogwarts: A History a couple of times, you know, just to be sure, and I've gone through all of my textbooks, memorised extra spells I thought might come in handy-"

"I'm sorry, Mione'," Ginny cut in. "But we should really be getting to King's Cross."

Hermione went red as Ginny grinned at her, and said, "Right, yes, of course."

It was only then did the three realise they were the only ones at the house. They grabbed their luggage and trudged outside, where the infamous Ford Anglia was parked, with the great Weasley clan waiting impatiently inside.

"Hurry up, you lot!"

After much bickering, heated arguments, squashed shins and red-faced Weasleys, they finally arrived at King's Cross.

"Thank God." Ginny muttered under her breath, as she extracted herself from her family. Even the modifying charms that Mr Weasley had sneakily put on the car behind Mrs Weasley's back didn't do a whole lot.

It was 10:55 on the station's clock, so Ginny quickly said goodbye to her parents, made sure Harry, Ron and Hermione were following, and started to act nonchalant as she leaned into the barrier from King's Cross to platform 9 ¾.

Ginny and her luggage came through properly, and she hurried onto the Hogwarts Express, which was already billowing smoke.

The Trio followed, and after getting on the train went into a compartment of their own, leaving Ginny outside in the corridor. Great, just like always, Ginny thought grumpily, and lugged her things to the last compartment at the end of the train.

After getting her trunk on the shelf, that wobbled slightly dangerously, Ginny noted nervously but thought nothing of it, she sat down and proceeded to read her book.

Finally, the train started moving, and at that point, Ginny thought she heard a faint, "Drakie poooo!"

She must have heard correctly, because a little while later a distressed looking Slytherin barrelled into Ginny's compartment, effectively startling her.

Draco closed his eyes tiredly and leaned against the compartment door.

"Don't lead her in here! Lord knows I can't deal with someone like her right now!" Ginny cried from her seat, and only then did Draco realise who's compartment he ran into. It didn't matter. There was no way he would leave and endure more of that simpering, pug-faced woman.

Draco locked the door with a charm of his own, and looked at the Weasley who had spoken.

He was confusedly surprised to note that the youngest Weasley was incredibly different compared to the rest of her family.

For example, her hair wasn't the eye-watering orange, more of a radiant, though mellow auburn. And her face wasn't covered with freckles, but there was a light sprinkle of them along the bridge of her nose. Draco was disturbed to find that he found her quite attractive.

Ginny was staring at the Malfoy boy quizzically. What was he staring at? Just then she heard a creak from above, and saw the large shelf with her luggage on top wobbling.

Ginny's eyes widened as the shelf collapsed, accepting the fact that she'd be crushed at the speed with which the shelf was coming down, but it never reached her.

She vaguely felt a strong hand grasp her arm, and yank her away. Ginny shrieked as she toppled into her saviour, and was surprised to find that it was Malfoy. Of course, who else would it be, stupid? The door's locked, there's no one else in here, Ginny thought to herself.

Ginny quickly moved away and, upon seeing the colossal mess the shelf had made, she grimaced. She then looked at Draco and saw that he had a sort of troubled look in his eye as he looked at the mess too.

Ginny cleared her throat, and then moved forward to collect her trunk. Luckily, she'd had her Firebolt out of the way, so that didn't get crushed.

Ginny grabbed the handle of her trunk and pulled as hard as she could. The trunk wouldn't budge, and Ginny thought she heard sniggering behind her. Come on, Ginny thought. Where are your muscles? You live with six older brothers, for crying out loud.

Ginny tugged again, and her trunk came out easily. She gave a satisfied smirk at the surprised expression that graced Draco's face, waved her wand and cleared up the mess and sat down again, reopening her book.

Ginny glanced up at Draco a second later and saw him glaring at her. "Damn you, Weasley." he grumbled, removing the locking charm and trudging out of the compartment.

Ginny laughed, but suddenly remembered something. Leaving her book perched somewhat precariously, Ginny sprinted after Draco, intending on giving him a proper thank you considering he practically saved her life, but instead ran into a very red, pug-faced Pansy Parkinson.

"Watch it, Weasel! But while I'm here, can I just ask; is that your idea of a proper outfit, or are you so poor you decided to wear your curtains?"

The pathetic Sytherins walking about in the corridor sniggered like this was the funniest thing they'd ever heard, obviously not recognising a good joke.

Ginny looked down at what she was wearing; a thin, light-blue jumper that hugged her curves well, tight skinny jeans that accentuated her long, defined legs and her ever-favourite black all-star Converse. Once again, Ginny never was a girly-girl.

Ginny then looked at Pansy's tight, hot-pink tube top, with a matching skirt that went up to mid-thigh, and high, black stilettos that made Pansy look as though she was about to topple over.

"Maybe if your head wasn't so fat, I wouldn't have had as much trouble avoiding it," Ginny retorted skilfully. "And was that your idea of a good comeback, because it was about as great as your face, puggy."

Ginny then stalked off to find Draco, and it didn't take her long because he was standing right behind Pansy, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. Pansy turned around, face twisted in annoyance and horror, and her face seemed to have done it because Draco let out a load laugh, and soon he was laughing so hard his face looked like it hurt and he had little tears in his eyes. Ginny couldn't help but let a little smile creep on to her face, and she too was laughing. Pansy then burst out crying, and frolicked off to her compartment.

Once the two finally calmed down a bit, Draco said, "Ah, thanks for that, Weasley. Parkinson should be off my tail for a while."

Ginny smiled, and Draco smiled in return. Much to her annoyance, Ginny felt a faint, though apparent flutter in her chest. Dismissing the feeling as the fact that she hadn't eaten, Ginny replied, "No worries, Malfoy. And I just wanted to, er, thank you.. For, back there. You know," Ginny cleared her throat. "When the shelf. Fell." Something flashed in Draco's eyes, but just as quickly as it had arrived it was gone, and Draco was smiling again.

"Anytime. Though, " Draco added with a smirk, "I don't want you deliberately running in to trouble, just so your Knight in Shining Green Armour will save you."

Ginny laughed out load for the last part, turned around and sauntered off, deliberately swaying her hips and being positively clueless of what that did to Draco, he admitted grudgingly.

A/N: So how was it? My first ever Drinny fanfic, woah. Right, well, anywhoo, I'd better proceed to bribing you all in to reviewing my story; Draco Malfoys sold here! Get your fresh Draco Malfoys! Only one review each! ;)

-Naomi