Falling For The Enemy

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they all belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This is the first chapter in one of my first stories. I am still really new at this, and this is only my second story. Please review. It helps me get it done faster. It is set in everyone's 7th year at Hogwarts. To explain something: Ginny got bumped up to the same grade as the famous trio. The only reason for PG 13 is for some swearing. Hope you like, and on with the show.

Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 1:

Confusions

          Ginny Weasley sat at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall. It was dinnertime but she wasn't hungry. Her coppery red hair framed her face as she looked at the cover of the book she was reading. It was the famous Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. She had just finished it, and was depressed. She looked up removing her gaze from the book cover. Looking at her in concern was her friend Hermione Granger. Sitting next to her were Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"Ginny are you okay? I have been trying to ask you about the Christmas ball," said Hermione looking concerned.

"What about it?" Ginny questioned.

"Are you going with anyone? We were going to do the usual group thing if you wanted to join us."

"No, I don't have a date. I don't think I am going to go though."

"Why not? You have to. It is the first and only masked ball Hogwarts will ever have. You have to go."

"My god Herm. You sound like Cho Chang and her little group of mindless gits."

"Hey!" came the exclaims of Ron and Harry.

"Oh my god! Heaven forbid. Who would want to sound like them?" Hermione said snickering.

"You know we are dating 2 of the people you are talking about," said Harry pouting slightly.

"Yeah, and they are major babes!" exclaimed Ron.

"So that's all you want in a women Ron? Tits?" Hermione said angrily.

          Ginny sighed. This was a routine.  They always were fighting. And since Hermione started it, there would be no ending it till Ron admitted he was wrong. Yeah right, she thought.    

          Over the years Ginny had changed. She still had the same coppery red hair, but she had changed her stile. That and she wasn't obsessed with Harry anymore. She liked him still, but only as a friend.  He was like another brother to her. She wasn't the same sweet and innocent little girl anymore. She now played Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She had also acquired a quite fiery personality. She had the usual Weasley temper like all Weasleys had. She had skipped 5th year and had skipped to 6th, so she now had classes with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

She actually had detention in half an hour with Malfoy for getting into a fight with him and slapping him. He had detention for slapping her back. She turned around to look at the Slytherin table, and sure enough there he was.         

He was actually looking at her. Her wasn't glaring surprisingly. He seemed surprised that she had turned around and looked at him. He quickly looked down and away from her gaze.

She turned back to the rest of the Gryffindors. They were looking at her with concern written all over their faces.

"What?" she snapped.

"Nothing," said Ron turning to look at Hermione and Harry.

          Just then Professor McGonagall came over. "It is time for your detention Ms. Weasley."

Ginny picked up her book putting it in her bag, and stood up.

"I am ready Professor." At that McGonagall led her out of the Great Hall. "Where are we going Professor?"

"You will see Ms. Weasley, you will see."

"You sound like Professor Trelawny," muttered Ginny under her breathe. Suddenly the professor stopped at the door to an unused classroom.

"This is your detention Ms. Weasley." Ginny walked into the room to get a better look. She turned back around to look at the Professor.

"What exactly am I supposed to do?"

"Work out your problems," she said then closed the door in Ginny's face and Ginny could here her magically lock it.

"Dammit!" Ginny shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Temper, Temper Ginny," drawled someone. Ginny froze. She whirled around and her thoughts of who it was were confirmed. Sitting on top of a desk sat Draco Malfoy. She glared at him with hatred written all over her face.

"Wow, you actually know my nickname. Am I supposed to feel honored," she retorted sarcastically.

"Considering that you are poor and you don't even deserve…wait nickname?" he asked confused.

"Duh Malfoy. You didn't actually think that Ginny was my full name did you? Wait, I forgot you have no brain."

"Well, what is your FULL name then Weasel."

"Don't call me that Malfoy," she growled.

"Fine, then don't call me Malfoy," he stated flatly.

"Why shouldn't I? Just give me one good reason."

"I will stop calling you Weasel if you stop calling me Malfoy."

"Fine, what would you like me to call you then your majesty," she said mock bowing.

"Whatever you want just not Malfoy, K?"

"Whatever Asshole,"she said smirking.

He glared at her. "Why you little…"

"What'd I do? You said I could call you anything but Malfoy, and I thought that that suited you perfectly," she said putting on an heir of innocence.

          Ginny walked over to a desk and hopped up on it and started digging through her bag. "Damn!" she yelled.

"What, loose your picture of Potty?" he asked sarcastically.

"NO," she snapped.

"Well, what then?" he said exasperated.

"What do you think? I am stuck in a room with a giant stuck up ignorant jerk, I can't find my book, and there is nothing to do," she shouted.

"What that book?" he asked pointing to a book that lay in between where the 2 of them were.

          Ginny got up and walked over to it. She bent down and picked it up. She sighed unhappily. She walked back to where her things lay. She hopped back onto the desk. "I can't believe I didn't bring my wand."

"Why, you want to curse me or something?" he asked coldly.

"Actually no. I was hoping to find some means to entertain myself. Not all people are like you."

"Oh, and what is that supposed to mean?"

"Not everyone has a passion to be evil. To be involved with the dark arts and be a death eater," she said coldly.

"Look Ginny, you don't have any idea how lucky you are.  You don't have to deal with knowing the things I know," he said sadly.

"You would be surprised."

"You can't possibly know."

"You don't know anything about me Draco, don't act like you do."

"What? I know that you have a family who cares about you. Your have tons of friends, that are actually your friends because they like you not because of your family name. You have family. Your popular and beautiful, that's what I know about you Ginny. You are surrounded by people who care about…" she cut him off.

"Wait, you think I'm beautiful?" she asked softly.

"What guy doesn't?" he asked.

"Plenty of them okay."

"Look, you don't know anything about me. I have gotten myself into a situation I can't get out of. I want to though. I am stuck, and I have no one to help me."

          Ginny got up and walked over to where Draco sat. She put her hand over his. What on earth am I doing? She asked herself. She took her hand away from his. "It can't be as bad as your making it out to be," she said turning to look out a window.         

          Suddenly she felt a surge of pain run through her. She screamed in agony.

"Ginny!" Draco shouted running over her.

"He has risen," said Ginny in a horse voice, then she fainted.