Here it is! Chapter four!! Woohoo! This was one of my favorite chapters to write, but not as awesome as the next one will be!! Trust me, you'll love it. Anyways..Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers and I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!!

Disclaimer: No.. I don't own Harry Potter…

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Opening chocolate eyes, Ginny found soft light drifting inside the large window located at the foot of her bed. Squeezing her eyes shut, Ginny stretched and hoped she would fall back asleep. Yawing deeply, Ginny stopped. She found her hand resting against a…stone wall? Confused, Ginny sat up looking around herself. It suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks. She was back at school. Glancing up at her clock, Ginny groaned. She was already ten minutes late and hit was just the first day back.

"Darn!" Ginny cursed her fluffy pillow silently, pulling on her Hogwarts uniform. Lifting up her skirt, Ginny's eyes caught a glint of shiny metal coming from the floor. Looking more closely a soft gasp escaped her lips. It was her lucky bracelet, but how did it get on the floor? She always kept it locked away inside the jewelry box in the bottom of her trunk. Picking the bracelet up, Ginny began to examine it. It was a simple silver chain, with a single tear drop of glass hanging from the middle. Ginny still didn't know why she had kept it all these years, it just brought up unwanted memories. Shaking her head, Ginny stuffed the bracelet into her pocket and started towards her first class.

Grabbing her school bag, Ginny ran down the long corridors of Hogwarts, eyes wide with frustration. How could she be late for her classes on the first day? Damn those extra-fluffy pillows!! Groaning inward, Ginny rounded another corner. Why did she have to have Professor McGonagall's calls this early in the morning? Her room seemed to be three hundred miles away from the Common Room. Stopping, out of breath, Ginny leaned against the ridged stone wall. Reminding herself to kill Hermione for not waking her up, Ginny continued on her journey to Transfiguration. After what seemed like hours, Ginny finally found herself outside the room. Taking a deep breath and wiping the seat from her forehead, Ginny pushed opened the door.

"I am a very strict teacher, but a…" Professor McGonagall stopped mid-sentence and Ginny felt everyone turn towards her. Feeling a crimson blush creep up her face, Ginny threw up her hands giving the Professor her best smile.

"Sorry Professor, I had to tend to some..umm..womanly problems." Ginny pushed the lie out of her mouth and snickers erupted around the room. Not really caring, Ginny watched as McGonagall's frown deepened.

"Miss. Weasley, in the future I ask you to suppress from speaking about certain subjects in front of your fellow classmates. Now, seeing as it is the first day, I am going to ignore the tardiness. Now, please have a seat and I'll continue with the lesson." McGonagall said and Ginny quickly sat in the desk the Professor was pointing at. Eyes still on her, Ginny ignored them and sat beside a black haired boy. There was something oddly familiar about him and Ginny kept trying to figure it out. Not being able to pin-point it, Ginny shrugged her shoulders and placed her head in her hands. Yawning, Ginny let her eyes drift close.

"I loved the display of yellow rose pajamas last night, darling." Ginny's eyes popped open and she felt her mouth drop. That voice sounded familiar…too familiar. Where had she heard it before…wait…there was no way in hell. Turning slowly, Ginny prayed her mind was playing a cruel trick. But alas, there before her eyes was none other than the arrogant, pig headed friend of Draco Malfoy. Ginny felt as if her eyeballs were going to pop out as the boy grabbed her hand, and for the second time in the span of five days, proceeded to kiss it. Pulling back, Ginny tried to move away from him, but, found out she had run out of seat.

"Eeek!" Ginny heard a small sound escape from her lips, but, not before she fell backwards. Head smacking against the floor, Ginny felt the whole world spin around her. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she tried to take a deep breath.

"What in the world is going on!?!" Professor's McGonagall's voice seemed a thousand miles away, as Ginny tried to force her eyes open. The next voice she heard was the annoying boy's.

"The little red headed girl just fell out of her seat, Professor. I think she may have hit her head." Ginny heard the boy say and the next thing she knew she felt a hand on her head. Opening her eyes a little, she found a very old looking face staring down at her.

"Sorry mum…wow…you've gotten old." She heard herself say, as her eyes were forced shut again. She heard her mother/the woman saying something to the boy and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted off the floor. Opening one eye, Ginny found the boy carrying her out of the room.

"Grrr…mum I don't like him..." Ginny heard herself say, before drifting off into a deep sleep.

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"Two days back and I already have students coming in with concussions!" Madam Pomfrey mumbled, searching in her cabinets as Blaise stood watching the sleeping girl. Grinning up at the nurse, he turned on his charm.

"We only do it because we love spending so much time with you." He replied, tucking his hands into his pockets. Giving him a weird look, the nurse rolled her eyes.

"Nice try Zabini, but I know your tricks already. Now head back to class so I can attend to Miss. Weasley." The nurse said and Blaise let out a huge overdramatic sigh.

"Yes Madam. Can I please have a note so I can get into that Herb class with Sprout?" Blaise asked. Madam Pomfrey scribbled on a piece of paper and then handed it to him. Smiling, Blaise turned and made his way to the door.

"Oh, and when I mean back to class, I mean straight back to class." The nurse said, eyeing him. Smiling, Blaise walked out of the room. So much for getting out of class. Making his way down the corridor, something on the ground caught his attention. Bending down and picking it up, he found it weighed nothing at all. Holding it out in his hand, he examined it closely. It was a simple silver bracelet with one charm on it: a glass tear drop. Flipping it over, he found something even more interesting on the inside.

Property of Ginerva Weasley

Grinning, Blaise stuffed the bracelet in his pocket.

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Draco sat listening to Professor Sprout go on about how important plants were. Yawing lazily, Draco propped his head up on his hand. Glancing over in the seat next to his, he wondered where the hell Blaise was. It wasn't like Blaise was the perfect student, but he usually wasn't this late for class. Just as the thoughts raced through his head, a flustered Blaise pushed open the doors .

"Sorry Professor, I was not skipping class. I had something to, umm, attend to. But, to prove to you I wasn't skipping I brought you a note." Blaise said, handing the note to Professor Sprout. Draco couldn't help but let his curiosity rise at its content.

"Oh, poor dear! Is Miss. Weasley okay?" Professor Snout asked Blaise and Draco sat straight up at the mention of the name. His eyes narrowed and his stared intently at Blaise, waiting for his response.

"Madam Pompfrey didn't say, but I think she is going to okay. She just kind of fell out of her chair during Transfiguration." Blaise said and Draco tried to stop the growl in his stomach. It was none of his concern what happened to her.

"Very well Mr. Zabini, have a seat." Said Professor Sprout and Blaise sat beside Draco. Draco gave him a questioning look, but Blaise just smirked. Sneering and leaning back, Draco glared at his friend.

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Her head was killing her. Bringing a hand that weighed what felt like a thousand pounds to her forehead, she started kneading the soft flesh. Opening her eyes, which felt weighed down by sand paper, she found herself in a white room. A bright light shown from above and Ginny covered her eyes.

"Am I dead?" She wondered out loud, more to herself then anyone. She almost jumped out of her skin when someone actually answered her.

"No dear, you've just suffered a mild concussion. I'm Madam Pompfrey." Replied a plump old woman, who brought Ginny some kind of greenish potion. Scrunching up her nose, Ginny frowned at the weird mixture.

"Do I really have to drink that?" Ginny asked half-heartedly, already knowing the answer.

"Of course you do! Now be a big girl and drink it all up." Frowning at Madam Pompfrey's tone, Ginny brought the vial to her lips anyway. Tilting it up and taking a deep breath, Ginny's shocked to find that the potion actually tastes okay. Handing the vial back to Madam Pompfrey, she almost instantly feels a warm glow in the body of her stomach.

"Wow that actually wasn't too bad. Now I feel kind of funny…is this natural?" Ginny asked, looking up to find not just one plump nurse, but two. Blinking her eyes, Ginny finally came to the realization that she had gone completely nuts.

"Yes it's natural. The potion is called Xarilia (Za-real-lee-a) and it helps to make sure you don't go to sleep, seeing as you may not wake up. Now, it is totally natural if you happen to start seeing doubles, but it only gives you the momentarily feeling of being drunk. In an hour or so you'll be just fine." Madam Pompfrey said, but Ginny was no longer listening. She was watching a lady bug that is perched on the side of the table.

THIS TAKES YOU INTO THE MIND OF THE INTOXICATED GINNY WEASLEY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED:

Pretty, pretty ladybug. I want to touch the pretty ladybug. Reaching out my hand, I stop my mouth making a large O. Not only is there one lady bug, but two! Giggling at my luck, I clap my hands together. The ladybugs sprouts little wings and starts to fly off.

"Wait! Come back my friends! NO!" I hear myself yell and all of the sudden I am overcome with a great sadness. Tears stream down my face and I put my face into my hands. Why was life so cruel? Why did my friends have to fly away? Just then, the door opens and I look up. Through my tears, I see my two friends Lunie and Nevilze…or something like that.

"Lunie! Nevilze! My two other frienze flew away." Lunie and Nevilze give me weird looks, but I just smile. Just then, three more people walk in and I can't help but feel some love.

"Wow! All my frienzes! I feel…hick-up…espile!" Out of nowhere I feel the urge to laugh and I fall back onto the bed laughing and grabbing my sides. Dumb wady bugs……

YOU HAVE SURVIVED THE INTOXICATED MIND OF GINNY WEASLEY…GIVE YOURSELF A PAT ON THE BACK. YOU DID IT!

"Is she okay, Madam Pompfrey?" Luna asks the nurse, who is trying hard not to laugh.

"Unfortunately dear, she is. This should wear off in about an hour, but I must say, I didn't expect the side effects to be this bad." Madam Pompfrey said to the group of kids that included Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione, and Harry. Luna looks at Neville and also finds him trying hard not to laugh. Taking a deep breath, Luna looks back to her friend who is now laughing uncontrollably. Poor Ginny…

"I'm going to go to sleep now…." Yawned Ginny and Luna sat in the chair by the bed as her friends closed her eyes. She hoped her dreams were at least pleasant.

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Soft snow lay on the ground of the garden each had become so fond of. Holding a small box behind her back, a nine year old Ginny waited patiently for her friend. She was so excited to give him his present; she had saved up all her money to buy it. She only hoped he would like it.

"Hey Ginny!" She heard a voice call her name and she turned to find Draco walking happily up to her. Grinning, she smiled at her best friend.

"Did your father find out?" Ginny asked, hoping he didn't get into any trouble. But, of course, Draco flashed her a reassuring smile.

"Nah, your parents?" Draco asked and Ginny smiled.

"Nope, I just told them that I was going for a walk. You'd better be happy the garden isn't far from the house or my parents would never let me come." She giggled, pushing on his shoulder. Draco smiled back and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Happy Christmas Ginny! Just to let you know, it was hard buying this without my parents finding out about it, but you're worth it. I just hope you like it." Said Draco, pulling back from the hug. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a small box. Eyeing it curiously, Ginny pulled the box from behind her back.

"I know what you mean! Try living in a house with six brothers and no privacy." Ginny said and they handed the presents to each other. Hands shaking a little, Ginny slowly began unwrapping the box. Pulling off the lid, carefully, Ginny gasped at what she saw. A silver bracelet lay inside, a teardrop made of glass hanging from the middle. Suddenly, Ginny felt a rush of embarrassment. Draco had just given her this beautiful gift, but all she had given him was a silly glass ball. A tear rolled down her cheek and she felt a warm hand brush it away. Glancing up, she found Draco staring at her with a worried expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked and Ginny realized that he still hadn't opened his gift. Facing him, she felt shame was over herself.

"This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me and the gift I gave you is just so…stupid." Ginny said, a few more tears falling down her cheeks.

"I'll be the judge of that." Draco said, unwrapping the gift. Ginny kept her eyes on the ground, holding her own present tightly in her hand. She waited and heard the intake of breath.

"Its…you..." Draco began, looking up at the now crying Ginny.

"I know, it's stupid. Its just, you said you loved the snow so much and I thought at least this way you could take the snow with you no matter where you went…" Ginny said, not able to look up at the boy. Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around her. Snuggling into his chest, Ginny wrapped her arms around him.

"It's perfect Ginny, it really is."

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"Poor Ginny, I wonder what she's doing…" Said Fred to George. The twins were walking down the hall, not caring that they were already ten minutes late for curfew.

"Probably sitting all alone, wishing that she had someone to talk to. Poor Ginny." Sighed George. Fred then stopped, a smile gracing his lips. Turning towards his brother, he gripped his shoulders.

"I have…a plan."

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Yay! Chapter four! Hope ya'll enjoy!