"Hey Weaslette I saw you the other day, I just wish I could have recorded you stripping on your broom!"

It was Monday morning and Ginny had to get to her class, she wished that at least one of the trio had class with her, but considering she was a year younger she did not. She turned around to see Draco, he had class on the same floor as her, but a different subject.

"For you information Malfoy I was not stripping, it was hot and we were training hard."

Draco walked up to Ginny. Looking down at her he smirked.

"I don't think getting trained by a professional player is much of a hard work. Unlike your team, we Slytherin's actually train on our own and win games."

Ginny gave him a dirty look.

"Well unlike you Slytherin's, we Gryffindor's don't have our daddy's pay off the referee's."

She began walking away.

"Well Weasley unlike you and your family, at least our daddy's can afford to do that, and then some."

Ginny turned to him, she could feel her throat in a knot, her eyes feeling teary. Malfoy had really gotten to her.

"Fuck you Malfoy!" Ginny took out her wand.

Draco withdrew his wand out also.

"Ooh ho ho, looks like the truth hurts doesn't it? Fuck me huh? I don't know, I have to admit your fit, and I have said I would have dated you. But then again how low can I really scope me self to? Not only are you a blood traitor who has a worthless father and bat fat ugly mother, but a ugly freckled, filthy, poor little bit-"

Draco felt his wand jolt out his hand. Looking towards the direction where a second ago he heard someone say a spell, he and Ginny found Oliver with his wand pointed at him.

Oliver walked over to Ginny, who was now in tears.

"Are you okay Ginny?"

Ginny nodded.

Draco looked at him his face red, spitting towards Oliver's feet he blazed out.

"Piss off Wood, this does not concern you!"

"Oh I think it does mister Draco Malfoy, as a professor, I can not allow you to rudely go around calling students as you please and threaten them with your wand."

"She had her wand pointed at me as well. And besides who the fuck do you think you are, you foul oaf!"

Oliver started laughing.

Ginny stood back, leaning against the wall she took in the hurtful words Malfoy had just said, she dropped to the floor in a sitting position, with her knee's up she hid her face into her arms crying.

"Your calling me foul? Draco... you were pointing your wand and offending not only someone of the opposite sex of you, but someone younger then you... now if anyone is foul, it's you."

"How dare you! you... you-"

"MALFOY! I am already deducting 25 points from Slytherin, do you really want me to add in more for offending a teacher?"

Draco looked at him pissed, then at Ginny who was on the floor crying.

"You better watch out Wood. You don't know what you just got yourself into."

"Oh is that correct? And tell me Malfoy... what exactly did I just get myself into?"

Smirking Malfoy slowly raised up his left sleeve slightly. Showing Oliver the dark mark he had on his forearm.

"You'll see Wood... you'll see."

Walking away towards his class Draco smirked one last time.

Oliver stood is spot looking at Malfoy over his shoulder as he walked away.

He knew Malfoy had just shown him the mark that all of the Dark Lord's follower's wore. But he didn't know what to think with Malfoy's last words.

Oliver turned to Ginny when he heard a sniff. Squatting down he touched her shoulder.

"Ginny, he's gone, are you okay?"

Ginny looked up but didn't look at him, her eye's were red, and her nose was running. She looked at the floor.

"I'm okay."

Oliver didn't believe her.

"Ginny you can't even look me at the eyes when you say that. What happened?"

Ginny finally looked at him in the eyes.

"The truth, that's what happened. Malfoy is right." Ginny looked back down again.

Oliver grabbed her chin with his left hand and her hand with his right, lifting up her head he shook his head.

"No Ginny he's not. Your father works hard and honest, unlike Malfoy's father. He and your mother provide all they can for you and your brothers. And you have a wonderful mother, who gave birth to amazing children, especially a beautiful little red head. Who she has raised strong, don't let someone like Malfoy get to you. He does not see what other people see."

Ginny slightly smiled, embarrassed at the state she was in.

Finally realizing that Oliver was holding her hand she wasn't sure of what she was about to ask.

"You.. you think I'm beautiful?"

Oliver stood quiet for a few seconds, finally realizing that he had just said that to her without even thinking.

"Yes I do... and does Potter, that's why he loves you as much as you love him.."

Ginny let go of his hand at the sound of Harry's name.

".. I think I'm late for class."

Oliver got up as she did too.

"Oh, right. Do you really want to go to class? If you like I could tell your professor that you are not feeling well, and excuse you from class so you can go maybe lay down in your bed."

Ginny nodded.

"Okay, stay here for a moment, what class do you have?"

Ginny told him, Oliver then went to excuse her. Coming back he found ginny with her arm's crossed.

"He said it was fine. come one."

Ginny and Oliver walked towards the Gryffindor common room in silence.

Getting in Oliver watched as Ginny made her way up the stairs to the girls dormitories.

At the 3rd step she turned around and looked at Oliver.

"I'm really embarrassed."

"Don't be... we are friends after all. That's what friends are there for."

Ginny smiled nodding.

"Thank you Oliver..."

"No problem, now go lay down."

She walked to more steps up before turning around again.

"Oliver?"

"mmm?"

"What were you doing up down there anyways?"

"I don't know... something in me told me I should be there. Guess I was there at the right time."