A/N: My first attempt at a D/G fan fiction. I hope you all like it. There
might be a Harry/Hermoine pairing later. Please read and review. It is
really helpful! Ginny is sixteen and Draco is seventeen. She is a sixth
year and he is a seventh year.
Sixteen-year old Virginia Weasley led the Gryffindor first years to the Gryffindor tower. She was excited as it was her first year as prefect. Ginny identified the key places and people as she walked along. She heard the nervous first years whispering behind her.
One girl, a seventh year, walked by her side. Her name was Teresa Anastasio. Teresa was a transfer from an American witchcraft school called Stanwand. Teresa's parents had died the previous month at Voldemort's hands. Her mother had been a Death Eater and her father had been neutral.
Everyone knew the Anastasio family was the most highly feared, rich, and powerful family of the Western Hemisphere. When Teresa's parents died, she moved in with her elder sister, Mariah, who lived in London.
Ginny thought that Teresa would have been sorted into Slytherin, but she wasn't. As the group of Gryffindors reached the Fat Lady portrait, Ginny said the password.
"Hippogriff."
Ginny entered the tower with the rest of the Gryffindors. She quickly directed the new students to their rooms and then joined the Dream Team. Ginny walked over to Hermoine, who was Head Girl, and sat down. Hermoine lifted her head up from the book she was reading.
"Hey Ginny. How was the tour?"
"Great. No trouble from Peeves."
"That's good to hear."
Harry and Ron walked over to the two girls. Harry sat down next to Hermoine and Ron stood in front of her. The three began talking and Ginny inwardly sighed. It wasn't that they ignored her, they just sometimes forgot to include her in the conversations.
Ginny left unnoticed and walked up to her room. Since she was a prefect, she had her own room. Ginny was walking by the seventh years' dorm when Teresa walked briskly out. The two girls collided.
"Damn." Teresa fell on her but and Ginny fell almost on top of her.
"I'm really sorry."
"Forget it." Teresa pushed herself off the ground after Ginny got off of her.
"Your name is Teresa right?"
"Yeah. And you are?"
"Ginny. Ginny Weasley."
"Oh."
Teresa flipped her long, dark brown hair behind her shoulder. Teresa was about 5'7" and had a nice tan. She had tropical green eyes that had a mysterious and enchanting sparkle in them.
"Hey you're bleeding." Ginny pointed to the wound on Teresa's upper arm.
Teresa glanced at the cut. "Damn. It reopened."
"Come on. You can clean it up in the bathroom. You can use mine, if you want."
"Whatever." Teresa shrugged nonchalantly.
The two girls walked to Ginny's room and entered her bathroom. Teresa said a quick healing spell and cleaned up the blood in Ginny's bathroom. She walked back to Ginny's room.
"Thanks."
Ginny sat on her bed and glanced around her room for the first time. It was as large as a regular dorm. Teresa sat it a chair beside the large bed.
"Nice room."
"Thanks."
The room was red and gold. The bed had a large canopy and plush, red carpets. The two girls sat in silence, though it wasn't very awkward. Ginny thought that Teresa seemed very closed off and rough, but Ginny could also tell that she was the kind of person who excepted her friends like family.
"So, where did you live in America?"
Teresa glanced at the fiery redhead. Teresa didn't like many people, but she liked Ginny.
"I lived in the U.S., in New York City. We lived in the wizarding world, but had a house in the Muggle world. Do you live near London?"
"Farther south than London, in the Burrow. It's cozy. What was America like?"
"Okay, I guess. A lot of Muggle technology. I like their food the best though. Have you ever had New York pizza?"
"No. Is it good?"
"The best. Italy is the only place you might be able to get better pizza. What do you like on yours?"
"Plain, or with pineapples. What about you."
"The same." Teresa muttered something under her breath.
She held out her hands and two slices of New York, pineapple pizza appeared in her hands.
Ginny smiled. "Cool."
Teresa handed one to Ginny and the two girls ate in silence. After they were finished, Ginny decided that Teresa was right. She had never tasted better pizza.
"So, do you like Hogwarts?"
Ginny shrugged. "I like it good enough. Most of the teachers are nice and the classes are cool. What about you? Did you like Stanwand?"
"Stanwand was awesome. It was a farther north than New York, but not in Canada. A lot of wizards attend Stanwand. They have a great Quidditch team. I was a beater and a chaser. The main difference between Stanwand and Hogwarts is that we don't get sorted into our houses. We chose where we want to go and if we're lucky, we go there. Also, Divination is much larger there."
The two girls talked well into the night. By the time morning came, they had just gone to sleep. Ginny noticed a few things about Teresa. Like when she laughed, which wasn't too often, it was carefree and wild, not fake and contained. The two girls met up in the common room and headed to breakfast.
They passed the Dream Team on the way down. Ginny talked to them for a few minutes, but left when she noticed Teresa was gone. Ginny walked into the Great Hall and saw Teresa eating at Gryffindor's table. She joined her and looked at her questioningly.
"Why'd you leave?"
"I don't like them. No offense Ginny. I know he's your brother and all, but they seem too preppy, too high and mighty. He may be the legendary Harry Potter, but I doubt he knows anything about the world outside of his sheltered one."
"I wouldn't exactly call his life sheltered. He grew up with Muggles that hated him."
"So. Look, life's a bitch. I bet he's never been abused. There is so much shit out there. I don't see why people don't praise wizards who made there way up from the bottom. I know some wizards who had to do extraordinary things just to prove themselves to their families, but no one give's a dragon's tail about them. Harry Potter is famous for something he didn't even mean to do. I don't see why people should treat him or see him any different than they see you and me."
Ginny pondered this. She saw Teresa's point. Ginny knew Teresa wasn't being mean, but she was being honest. She was just about to agree with her when Draco Malfoy stepped behind them.
"Never thought I'd see the day when a Gryffindor would put down Potter. It almost seems to good to be true."
"Go away Malfoy." Ginny glared at Draco.
"Why Weasley, you're hurting my feelings."
Ginny glanced past Draco and saw Blaise Zabini standing behind him. "Shut up. Go slither back to your own table."
"You don't tell me what to do, Muggle-loving Weasel."
Teresa stood up. "Look, I don't know who you are, but I suggest you leave. Because you sure as hell ain't welcome here and unless you have a damned good reason to be here, it would be in your best interest to leave before you're made to."
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. He glared at Teresa. She glared back. Smirking, Draco left, Blaise in tow. Teresa sat back down.
"I've never seen Malfoy actually listen to anybody."
"There's a first for everything. I have double potions first. I'll see you later."
"Wait. I have that too. I was moved up a year due to my skills."
The two girls headed to Snape's dungeon. They arrived and sat down. Soon after, Draco and Blaise walked in.
"Oh great." Ginny muttered to Teresa, lightly indicating to the Slytherin males walking up behind them.
"Look, we got off to the wrong start. I'm Draco Malfoy and this is Blaise Zabini."
"Whatever. Here's the deal. If you've got a problem with my friends, then you have a problem with me. So unless you're straight with Ginny, I suggest you get to stepping."
Draco glared at Teresa, but turned his head to Ginny. "So Weasley, think we could attempt to tolerate one another."
"If you start using my first name, I think there might be a slight chance."
"Fine, Ginny."
Blaise sat down next to Teresa. Draco sat next to Ginny. Teresa turned to Draco.
"So, why do you want to chill with me anyway?"
"Well, mainly because I've never met a Gryffindor who actually thought Potter was full of himself. I think it's kind of sexy."
Teresa snickered at Draco's obviously sarcastic statement. She, Draco, and Ginny began talking, mainly about Quidditch. No one but Draco noticed Blaise checking Teresa out.
Blaise noticed Teresa's body not for the first time. Her shapely curves and tan features made her quite appealing and her bad-ass attitude made her intriguing. The previous night, Draco and Blaise had spent most of the time talking about her and Ginny.
Draco was a prefect as well. His room was especially big, seeing as Slytherin rooms were rather large. Draco had an extra bed put in for Blaise, so he wouldn't have to sleep with the other Slytherins. The room was large enough so both were comfortable.
Draco had talked mostly about how Ginny had blossomed over the summer. Her long, auburn hair had become very silky and her freckles had melted into her skin, except on her delicate nose. Blaise had mentioned Teresa and how she was quite possible the hottest girl at Hogwarts.
Soon, Snape and the other students came in. Ron was eyeing his sister suspiciously, but class began before he could confront the young woman. Ginny caught Pansy shooting her death glances, but she stopped once Ginny began shooting them back, at Teresa's insistence.
Class ended and Draco and Blaise left, but not before saying that they would talk to them later. Ginny asked Teresa if she thought they would.
"Who knows when it comes to men? All I know is that Draco definitely has a crush on you."
"Yeah right. A Malfoy would never like a Weasley."
"Is that so? Well he was quick to agree to get along. From what I've heard about the Malfoys and about how much they usually despise your family, I can bet he wouldn't have been so quick to get along with your brother, or start a conversation with him."
Teresa left for Divination before Ginny could respond. But she did leave the youngest Weasley with something to ponder. Could it be possible that Draco Malfoy, the school's biggest hottie, like her?
A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue? Please read and review.
Oh, this is the only time I am saying this: I own nothing of Harry Potter and I am making no money off of this.
Sixteen-year old Virginia Weasley led the Gryffindor first years to the Gryffindor tower. She was excited as it was her first year as prefect. Ginny identified the key places and people as she walked along. She heard the nervous first years whispering behind her.
One girl, a seventh year, walked by her side. Her name was Teresa Anastasio. Teresa was a transfer from an American witchcraft school called Stanwand. Teresa's parents had died the previous month at Voldemort's hands. Her mother had been a Death Eater and her father had been neutral.
Everyone knew the Anastasio family was the most highly feared, rich, and powerful family of the Western Hemisphere. When Teresa's parents died, she moved in with her elder sister, Mariah, who lived in London.
Ginny thought that Teresa would have been sorted into Slytherin, but she wasn't. As the group of Gryffindors reached the Fat Lady portrait, Ginny said the password.
"Hippogriff."
Ginny entered the tower with the rest of the Gryffindors. She quickly directed the new students to their rooms and then joined the Dream Team. Ginny walked over to Hermoine, who was Head Girl, and sat down. Hermoine lifted her head up from the book she was reading.
"Hey Ginny. How was the tour?"
"Great. No trouble from Peeves."
"That's good to hear."
Harry and Ron walked over to the two girls. Harry sat down next to Hermoine and Ron stood in front of her. The three began talking and Ginny inwardly sighed. It wasn't that they ignored her, they just sometimes forgot to include her in the conversations.
Ginny left unnoticed and walked up to her room. Since she was a prefect, she had her own room. Ginny was walking by the seventh years' dorm when Teresa walked briskly out. The two girls collided.
"Damn." Teresa fell on her but and Ginny fell almost on top of her.
"I'm really sorry."
"Forget it." Teresa pushed herself off the ground after Ginny got off of her.
"Your name is Teresa right?"
"Yeah. And you are?"
"Ginny. Ginny Weasley."
"Oh."
Teresa flipped her long, dark brown hair behind her shoulder. Teresa was about 5'7" and had a nice tan. She had tropical green eyes that had a mysterious and enchanting sparkle in them.
"Hey you're bleeding." Ginny pointed to the wound on Teresa's upper arm.
Teresa glanced at the cut. "Damn. It reopened."
"Come on. You can clean it up in the bathroom. You can use mine, if you want."
"Whatever." Teresa shrugged nonchalantly.
The two girls walked to Ginny's room and entered her bathroom. Teresa said a quick healing spell and cleaned up the blood in Ginny's bathroom. She walked back to Ginny's room.
"Thanks."
Ginny sat on her bed and glanced around her room for the first time. It was as large as a regular dorm. Teresa sat it a chair beside the large bed.
"Nice room."
"Thanks."
The room was red and gold. The bed had a large canopy and plush, red carpets. The two girls sat in silence, though it wasn't very awkward. Ginny thought that Teresa seemed very closed off and rough, but Ginny could also tell that she was the kind of person who excepted her friends like family.
"So, where did you live in America?"
Teresa glanced at the fiery redhead. Teresa didn't like many people, but she liked Ginny.
"I lived in the U.S., in New York City. We lived in the wizarding world, but had a house in the Muggle world. Do you live near London?"
"Farther south than London, in the Burrow. It's cozy. What was America like?"
"Okay, I guess. A lot of Muggle technology. I like their food the best though. Have you ever had New York pizza?"
"No. Is it good?"
"The best. Italy is the only place you might be able to get better pizza. What do you like on yours?"
"Plain, or with pineapples. What about you."
"The same." Teresa muttered something under her breath.
She held out her hands and two slices of New York, pineapple pizza appeared in her hands.
Ginny smiled. "Cool."
Teresa handed one to Ginny and the two girls ate in silence. After they were finished, Ginny decided that Teresa was right. She had never tasted better pizza.
"So, do you like Hogwarts?"
Ginny shrugged. "I like it good enough. Most of the teachers are nice and the classes are cool. What about you? Did you like Stanwand?"
"Stanwand was awesome. It was a farther north than New York, but not in Canada. A lot of wizards attend Stanwand. They have a great Quidditch team. I was a beater and a chaser. The main difference between Stanwand and Hogwarts is that we don't get sorted into our houses. We chose where we want to go and if we're lucky, we go there. Also, Divination is much larger there."
The two girls talked well into the night. By the time morning came, they had just gone to sleep. Ginny noticed a few things about Teresa. Like when she laughed, which wasn't too often, it was carefree and wild, not fake and contained. The two girls met up in the common room and headed to breakfast.
They passed the Dream Team on the way down. Ginny talked to them for a few minutes, but left when she noticed Teresa was gone. Ginny walked into the Great Hall and saw Teresa eating at Gryffindor's table. She joined her and looked at her questioningly.
"Why'd you leave?"
"I don't like them. No offense Ginny. I know he's your brother and all, but they seem too preppy, too high and mighty. He may be the legendary Harry Potter, but I doubt he knows anything about the world outside of his sheltered one."
"I wouldn't exactly call his life sheltered. He grew up with Muggles that hated him."
"So. Look, life's a bitch. I bet he's never been abused. There is so much shit out there. I don't see why people don't praise wizards who made there way up from the bottom. I know some wizards who had to do extraordinary things just to prove themselves to their families, but no one give's a dragon's tail about them. Harry Potter is famous for something he didn't even mean to do. I don't see why people should treat him or see him any different than they see you and me."
Ginny pondered this. She saw Teresa's point. Ginny knew Teresa wasn't being mean, but she was being honest. She was just about to agree with her when Draco Malfoy stepped behind them.
"Never thought I'd see the day when a Gryffindor would put down Potter. It almost seems to good to be true."
"Go away Malfoy." Ginny glared at Draco.
"Why Weasley, you're hurting my feelings."
Ginny glanced past Draco and saw Blaise Zabini standing behind him. "Shut up. Go slither back to your own table."
"You don't tell me what to do, Muggle-loving Weasel."
Teresa stood up. "Look, I don't know who you are, but I suggest you leave. Because you sure as hell ain't welcome here and unless you have a damned good reason to be here, it would be in your best interest to leave before you're made to."
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. He glared at Teresa. She glared back. Smirking, Draco left, Blaise in tow. Teresa sat back down.
"I've never seen Malfoy actually listen to anybody."
"There's a first for everything. I have double potions first. I'll see you later."
"Wait. I have that too. I was moved up a year due to my skills."
The two girls headed to Snape's dungeon. They arrived and sat down. Soon after, Draco and Blaise walked in.
"Oh great." Ginny muttered to Teresa, lightly indicating to the Slytherin males walking up behind them.
"Look, we got off to the wrong start. I'm Draco Malfoy and this is Blaise Zabini."
"Whatever. Here's the deal. If you've got a problem with my friends, then you have a problem with me. So unless you're straight with Ginny, I suggest you get to stepping."
Draco glared at Teresa, but turned his head to Ginny. "So Weasley, think we could attempt to tolerate one another."
"If you start using my first name, I think there might be a slight chance."
"Fine, Ginny."
Blaise sat down next to Teresa. Draco sat next to Ginny. Teresa turned to Draco.
"So, why do you want to chill with me anyway?"
"Well, mainly because I've never met a Gryffindor who actually thought Potter was full of himself. I think it's kind of sexy."
Teresa snickered at Draco's obviously sarcastic statement. She, Draco, and Ginny began talking, mainly about Quidditch. No one but Draco noticed Blaise checking Teresa out.
Blaise noticed Teresa's body not for the first time. Her shapely curves and tan features made her quite appealing and her bad-ass attitude made her intriguing. The previous night, Draco and Blaise had spent most of the time talking about her and Ginny.
Draco was a prefect as well. His room was especially big, seeing as Slytherin rooms were rather large. Draco had an extra bed put in for Blaise, so he wouldn't have to sleep with the other Slytherins. The room was large enough so both were comfortable.
Draco had talked mostly about how Ginny had blossomed over the summer. Her long, auburn hair had become very silky and her freckles had melted into her skin, except on her delicate nose. Blaise had mentioned Teresa and how she was quite possible the hottest girl at Hogwarts.
Soon, Snape and the other students came in. Ron was eyeing his sister suspiciously, but class began before he could confront the young woman. Ginny caught Pansy shooting her death glances, but she stopped once Ginny began shooting them back, at Teresa's insistence.
Class ended and Draco and Blaise left, but not before saying that they would talk to them later. Ginny asked Teresa if she thought they would.
"Who knows when it comes to men? All I know is that Draco definitely has a crush on you."
"Yeah right. A Malfoy would never like a Weasley."
"Is that so? Well he was quick to agree to get along. From what I've heard about the Malfoys and about how much they usually despise your family, I can bet he wouldn't have been so quick to get along with your brother, or start a conversation with him."
Teresa left for Divination before Ginny could respond. But she did leave the youngest Weasley with something to ponder. Could it be possible that Draco Malfoy, the school's biggest hottie, like her?
A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue? Please read and review.
Oh, this is the only time I am saying this: I own nothing of Harry Potter and I am making no money off of this.
