Okay, just a few notes before we get started
1) Yes, I know Ginny is supposed to have brown eyes, but I'm a redhead and I have brown eyes, so I know firsthand, it just doesn't work. So to save her the pain I have endured, I gave her green eyes so if you have a problem with it, oh well.

2)Yes, I am the comma Queen and end up using a billion commas where there really shouldn't be any. I also end up with HUGE run on sentances so, again, I'm sorry, but I am aware of it. There is no use telling me.

3)Please! This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction so all reveiws are appreciated! Helpful criticisms are wanted, but flames will just be laughed at. So without further ado, Chapter 2!

Disclaimer- (okay, so a little more ado) I Own nothing except the plot. The rest belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling, who I am not, becuase if I were i would be writing another best selling book instead of a fanfiction.

"G'off." Came a muffled cry from underneath her.

"What?" She asked, rolling onto the hard, damp ground. "I couldn't hear you."

"Never mind." He said and with catlike grace jumped to his feet. He wiped a nonexistent speck off his immaculately clean robes. Beside him he heard her stand up too.

"Like, a portkey," She mused to no one in particular. "But only activated when both pieces are in place. A handy little gadget if you ask me."

"Yeah that's why no one's gonna ask you, Weasley."

"Malfoy...?"

"Yes?" He asked sweetly.

"My robes are still green."

"Yes?"

"So?"

"So what?"

"So change them back, now!"

"I intend to, just as soon as we settle the terms of our agreement."

"What are you talking about?"

"The age of chivalry is dead, love. I saved you, now you owe me."

"What!?! Malfoy, you've gotta be kidding!" She was in a fury. How could anyone be so despicable and downright cruel? It was appalling. And the worst part was, he was right.

"Nobility isn't cheap."

"How dare you! You arrogant, evil, disgusting, swine!"

"You keep insulting me and pretty soon I'll start believing you really mean it."

"I loath you, you evil, conniving, son of a-" (A/N get your head out of the gutter! The end of that was going to be Deatheater, it really was!)

He grabbed both her shoulders, forcing her against the castle wall, jostling her so hard she would have fallen had his grip not been so tight.

"I would be careful if I were you. You might get yourself hurt." He was smiling. His voice was clam, kind even, but his eyes flashed dangerously, an open display of his rage. She shivered, the cool September breeze leaving the stones cool to the touch. He seemed to take it as a gesture of submission because the look on his face turned from one of malice to one of crooked amusement.

Anger boiled within her. She wanted to yell, scream, punch him, something! But there was nothing she could do. Much as she hated to admit it, she was in his debt.

"Fine, what do you want?"

Malfoy was surprised, though his face showed no emotion. He had expected the feisty redhead to put up more of a fight, but it was just as well. He would have won out in the end anyway, he was a Malfoy after all, and Malfoys always win.

"I haven't quite decided yet."

"Well while you decide do you mind letting go? This hurts." She felt his grip loosen ever so slightly. He leaned closer and she could feel his warm breath on her face.

She breathed in and smelt the faint fragrance of his cologne. Instinctively she tried to pull away but found only the wall behind her. Besides, he was much stronger then she was, as she had already discovered. Until he wanted to let go, she was stuck.

Oh Ginny! How do you ever get yourself into these things?

His arms fell away from her shoulders but his body kept her tightly pinned where she was. His cold arms snaked around her neck and the soft material of his robes caressed her skin. For a moment he just stood there and when he finally pulled away she felt a weight, a cold presence, where there had been none before. On impulse she bought her hands to her neck where she felt the cool, smooth, surface of a necklace. Her fingers traced the line of the chain down to where it lay in the hollow of her neck. A fresh wave of repulsion swept over her, and without bothering with the latch, she tried to pull the thing off.

"It won't come off." Malfoy said stepping away. He was clearly in some wicked way amused with what he had done. "Not until you have repaid me."

"Malfoy, you slim, take it off! Now!"

He shrugged, "You know, I don't think I will. And just for that you can change your own stinking robes back."

"But that's not fair, I don't know how."

He shrugged again. "That's really not my problem now is it?" And with that he turned and walked away. Leaving a very, very, distressed Ginny in his wake.

Ginny stormed through the halls calling Draco Malfoy every bad name she could think of, and that was quite a few. It was amazing the influence five (six if you counted Harry) troublemaking brothers could have on a girl.

"Balderdash." Ginny spat as she approached the Fat Lady.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I'm only allowed to let Gryffindors in."

"I'm Ginny Weasley! I am in Gryffindor!"

She spent the better party of five minutes arguing with the lady in pink to let her in. The feud only ended when Seamus Finnigan saw her and verified her identity. She sent several first years running upon seeing her disheveled appearance (and many of which being forewarned of the infamous Weasley temper).

"So much for courage." She muttered sinking miserably into one of the many armchairs in the Common Room. From the couch three faces peered back at her, two in interest, one in fury.

"Virginia Anne Louise Weasley! What- the-heck-are-you-wearing!?!" Ron Weasley yelled, his face flushed.

"What don't you like them?" She asked sweetly.

"Why are you wearing Slytherin robes?"

"Fine, Ron, you discovered my secret. Malfoy and I have been secretly dating for months and today at Hogsmeade he proposed. We're gonna elope tonight."

"What!?!"

Ginny glanced over at Harry and Hermione who were both turning an interesting shade of pink in an attempt not to laugh. Finally, Hermione started giggling madly.

"You think this is funny? My sister has been sneaking around doing who-knows-what for who knows how long with Malfoy. Probably snogging in broom closets for all we know. Heck, they might've-could have- you didn't did you, Gin?"

Now Harry was laughing too. "I think she was just kidding, mate."

"Wait so you-Malfoy-you haven't- oh thank God!" He said throwing his arms around her in relief.

"So, um, why are you dressed like that?"

"Stupid git transfigured it and I can't change them back."

Hermione waved her wand in front of Ginny and mumbled something.

"Nice one, Herm!" Ron said, happily clapping Hermione on her back, after examining Ginny's once again dingy grey robes. Hermione blushed a furious shade of pink, opened her mouth and emitted an awkward hiccup before racing up the stairs to her dormitory.

Harry and Ginny exchanged a look, while Ron, now looking greatly baffled said, "What'd I say?"

The redhead laughed at how clueless her brother was. Hermione had had a crush on him since the end of third year and he had yet to notice. With a final shake of her head she followed Hermione up the stairs. Hermione, in her room, was repeatedly hitting her head against the wall.

"Stop that."

"I (thump) acted (thump) so (thump, thump) stupid."

"Stop it, your forehead's getting all red. Come on, I need to talk to you."

"Go away. I want to mope in peace." She said, collapsing with a sigh onto her bed.

"He didn't even notice."

"The story of my life. Honestly, sometimes I think I could snog him senseless and that boy wouldn't notice."

"Hermione, if you really want him to like you, why don't you just go tell him you have feelings for him. It's obvious he likes you."

"Did he-did he say something?"

"Honestly, Hermione! You're as oblivious as he is. Why do you think he always stutters when you walk in the room? Or talks about Quidditch? He wants to impress you. All you two really need for a happy relationship is better communication skills and a convenient broom closet."

"Ginny!"

"Well, it's true. Feeling better?"

"No entirely, but it's nothing a quart of ice cream won't fix. You wanna come?"

"No, I think I'll go find Colin. See you later."

Ginny smiled as the older girl walked away. She was a good friend even if her love life was as complicated as a Polyjuice potion and twice as boring (growing up with six brothers really out a damper on the whole 'girl talk' thing). But still, she always seemed to be the one to make her feel most welcome with the trio. Not that she didn't have friends of her own, she did, it was just nice to feel wanted.

She found Colin in the Common Room playing chess with Dean Thomas.

"Can I talk to you-alone" She asked glancing at Dean.

"Sure babe. You heard the lady, get lost, Colin."

"I think she was talking to me."

"Fine but when you get bored you know where to find me, Gin."

"In your dreams, Thomas."

"Fine then, tonight. It's a date." He said, giving her a wink before he left. They had dated briefly over the summer. The breakup had been mutual so they had come out of it still friends. Dean treated the whole thing as a joke and still frequently flirted and teased. She really didn't mind, that was just the way Dean was with all girls.

"So, how'd you day with the Mal-ferret go?"

"Horribly. He teased me, I threatened him. I teased him, he threatened me. I was attacked by a crazy saleswoman with a robe fetish and-oh yeah- he saved my life."

"Wait, from the Saleslady?"

"No it was- it was awful, Colin." She said and for the first time that day she felt all her anger and pain and fear overwhelm her. Silent tears began to fall as she explained to him the events of the day. As she told her tale he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. It was just too horrifying to think about what might have happened to her if Malfoy hadn't intervened when he had.

"Well, someone sure has had a busy day." He said as she pulled away. She sadly examined the wet spots her tears had left on his shirt. "Here's my question; why'd he help you in the first place?"

"Simple isn't it? He knew he'd have an advantage over me. The real question is, what'll he do now that he has it?"

"I don't really see how he's going to enforce the debt. I mean you two are the only ones who know, right?"

She was about to explain about the necklace when very suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness and nausea wash over her. She closed her eyes and concentrated very hard on forcing the nausea down. When she opened them again she found Colin was holding her arms, supporting her.

"Maybe you should sit down."

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Anyway, what were we saying? Oh yes, about the debt, Malfoy-" She paused again as another spell of dizziness over came her. This time a series of images passed through her head; eating at the Three Broomsticks, the robes shop, Malfoy's arms gripping her own tightly.

"Ginny are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should see the nurse."

"Huh?

"You looked a little off...you sure you're okay?

"Oh, yeah, it's just I'm exhausted. I think I'll head to bed now. See you in the morning?"

"Of course, love. Good night."

"Sweet dreams Colin." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before she retreated to the warmth of her own bed.

Ginny, once again, rolled over and kicked the covers off. With them she was too hot, without them too cold. Her hair was damp with sweat. She ran her hand through it and down to the nape of her neck where she felt something oddly cold compared to her warm face. What was it?

The necklace.

How could she have forgotten it was there? She jumped out of her bed, stumbled to her mirror and threw on the light. The stone, a black opal, was offset by a pale silver setting. Her fingers caressed the teardrop shape and found it warm to the touch.

Darn Malfoy, how like him to find something pretty and evil! Darn Malfoy again! She would get that cursed thing off if it was the last thing she ever did.

Maybe Colin would know how to get it off. Telling Hermione was not an option, considering that would mean Ron finding out too. And if Ron and Harry found out they would kill Malfoy and then she'd never get the stupid thing off. She would have to tell Colin first thing in the morning. Maybe, if she was lucky, they'd even have it off before classes.

At breakfast she had wanted to sit next to Colin, but his girlfriend, Marian, sat on his left, while Dean occupied his right. With a sigh, she took a seat between Harry and Seamus who were having an animated discussion on their favorite Quidditch teams. As she sat Seamus gave her a shy smile. Confused, she looked at Harry who offered no help, but instead only looked at his companion in amusement.

In his slightly accented voice Seamus asked, "How was your summer, Ginny?"

"Lovely, thank you. Ron and I visited Charlie in Romania. He let me tag along while he worked with the dragons. A few even let me feed them."

"Wow, really? I've heard they only take food from humans they've taken a liking to."

She blushed slightly, "Yeah, well Charlie's really good with them, so I suspect I remind them of him."

"Don't be so modest. Maybe they just like you; they wouldn't be the only ones."

Ginny chocked on her pumpkin juice. Was Seamus flirting with her?

"Are you okay, Gin?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

He returned to his conversation with Harry but twice she was sure she saw him glance at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She would have expected it from Dean, but Seamus? Soft-spoken, shy, Seamus? Ron must have bribed him to be nice to her, the only possible answer.

She was saved from any more of his disquieting looks by Luna who made her way slowly to the Gryffindor table, taking two steps forward and then one step back. Or rather two steps back and then one forward considering she was walking backwards.

"Luna! What are you doing? I'm going to laugh when you fall."

"Aye, my journey is a perilous one, but you get to see so much more of the world this way. Besides, it's Thursday and everyone knows walking backwards on a Thursday brings good luck."

"Right. Anyway...we had better be going if we don't want to be late for class."

"Correction, my dear, you had better be going in you don't want to miss class. This is my free period."

"Oh, right. I'll see ya, Luna, Harry, Seamus."

"Wait up, I'll walk you to class, Gin."

"Thanks Harry."

She saw Seamus taking one last look at her as she walked away. She'd really have to talk to Ron about that.

Herbology passed quickly. Harry and Ginny teamed up with Neville and were the first ones to successfully re-pot their Man-eating Fichus. Neville nearly glowed with pride.

After Pro. Sprout dismissed them they met up with Ron and Hermione (both coming from Advanced Muggle Studies) and headed towards Care of Magical Creatures class. Hagrid (thank goodness) had decided to start the year of small and, for once, not life threatening. All the Gryffindors and even the Ravenclaws enjoyed it. After class they made their way happily back to the castle. It should have been the perfect ending to a good day. Only it wasn't.

"Hello, Potty, Weasel." A smooth voice from behind them said. Ginny didn't even have to turn to see that Malfoy was smirking, she could feel it.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Asked Harry.

"Nothing." He said sliding between the two boys. He brushed against her shoulder as he walked by and Ginny heard his soft voice whisper, "I like the necklace on you. Maybe you should keep it a while."

And, had it been anyone else she would have ignored it. Except it wasn't anyone else; it was Malfoy. So, doing the first thing that popped into her head, she punched him.

It was probably the first time she had ever seen Draco Malfoy truly shocked, and that look alone was enough that she'd do it all over again if she had the choice. His nose was bleeding freely as he looked up at her from the floor. And then he smirked.

What right did he have to smirk at her? He was the one on the ground. The small gesture alone was enough to infuriate her all over again.

"Malfoy, you-"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you. Don't you think that you're in enough trouble as it is, Miss Weasley?" She turned only to have her worst fears confirmed. Professor Snape was standing right behind her, displaying the same smirk as his student. Why, of all the teachers to see her deck Malfoy did it have to be Snape? Was the whole Slytherin house out to get her?

Well that was a stupid question. Of course they are.

Snape was going to kill her. She was going to die and never see sixteen. Goodbye sweet world...

"Well? Have you got an explanation for your repulsive behavior?"

"Yes." She said defiantly. If she was going to die at least people would remember her. "I was provoked."

"Provoked, you say? And what, pray tell, did Mister Malfoy say to provoke you?"

"He came within a foot of my person. If that's not enough to make a person want to hit something I don't know what is." She said, starting to walk in the direction of Pro. McGonagall's office. She turned and tapped her foot impatiently when he didn't follow. "Come along now Professor, don't dawdle." And started of again.

By the time they reached her office, Pro. McGonagall was already waiting for them.

"Miss Weasley! I am absolutely appalled, by your behavior! I would have expected this from one of your brothers, but you? I always thought you were smarter then that. Let me just say that- Severus, what are you still doing here? I am quite capable of disciplining my student, thank you."

The potions master stood opening and closing his mouth for a moment, as though he was at a loss as to what to say. It was obvious he was not used to being on the receiving end of a teacher's lecture. He opened his mouth one, final time, like he was about to argue, but caught the other professor's eye and decided against it. She was livid.

"Yes, ah, good day, then." He said before rapidly retreating out of the office.

"Now, I do hope you have an explanation for your actions or else I'll have to give you detention."

"Well, Ma'am, it started when-" She began to feel the same dizziness that had visited her the previous night. "I'm, not feeling well Professor."

"Really, now I would have expected..." Ginny was having a hard time following what the woman was saying.

I didn't know Professor McGonagall had a twin.

"... really, I know, believe me I know, how hard it can be trying to put up with people like Draco Malfoy but we must..."

Why won't McGonagall's sister be still already?

"... you really must understand how difficult..." Ginny was feeling slightly sick trying to follow Pro. McGonagall, who was becoming more and more blurry.

Isn't she getting dizzy, spinning like that?

She isn't spinning, another voice in her head argued, you are.

"Miss Weasley! I would expect you to listen to me while I talk!"

"Well, I would if you would only be still!"

And before she sunk into total darkness, somewhere in the back of her mind she realized nothing was spinning except the room.

Hit the button!

And thank you to all my reviewers from chapter one! I love you guys! Warm-fuzzies all around!