Hello, this is my first ever fictional story!!!!! Erm, I think it should be rated PG 13, for some 'snogging' and cussing. This is a Draco/Ginny , Harry/Hermione fic. I need your honest opinion, so if you have neopets neomail me at theunknownface , or IM me at LawrenceAngel07 OR TheUnknownFace13. Thanks a bunch! ~*~*~*~*~*~Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Other citations will be made where necessary.~*~*~*~*~*~

Hermione sighed. As if being a 16 year old girl was hard enough, Harry just *had* start a fight about the up coming quidditch match, about how she didn't get enough practice in lately.(she became one of the three chasers on her team, the others were Ginny Weasley and Lavender Brown). Again. She laid her head back onto the dark red couch in front of the fire in the Gryiffindor commonroom. Damn.. she thought outloud. She felt extremely stupid just now, talking to herself. The painting of Godric Gryffindor, poised above the fire place mantle, made her feel as if she was being watched. A finished three-scroll essay on 'How Muggles have Advanced' which was due the following morning, lay beside her.

Ron walked in, slightly red in the face with a bruise forming on his cheek. His hair was a bit ruffled up and his shirt was torn. He sat down next to her. Hermione stared at him with concern. "What happened to you?!" she asked.

"Malfoy. If Goyle hadn't been there, I would've killed the bugger, but than again, It's hard to throw a punch when there's a fat a -" He was cut off by the entrance of his sister, Ginny. She squealed with delight and sat down on another red chair. She grinned as she took out her quill and began her transformation assignment.

"Hello, Gin. What're you so happy about..?" Ron asked , tilting his head to the side , a look of curiosity sketched upon his face. As an older brother , he felt the need to know every single thing about his little sister's life. Or simply, being a rather nosy git. Hermione giggled.

"I bet I know!" Hermione exclaimed "Gin," she said , "is this about a guy?" At this, Ron's whole face froze with a look of horror and he turned a ghostly shade oh white.

He barely whispered, "Virginia Weasley, you're too young!" Hermione snorted at that and raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't too young to date you at 15, was I , Ronald dearest?" Hermione said , eyes twinkling. She had made a point to Ron, who looked absolutely terrorized at the fact that his girlfriend was going down right against what he said. Hermione ignored his shocked face and turned back to Ginny. "So.." she implored. "Who is the fellow? What house is he in? Do I know him?" Hermione was shaking with excitement, like every girl does when talking about a crush. Ginny smiled weakly and put a stray strand of red hair behind her ear.

"Yes, you know him. But I'm sort of tired, so i'll..go to sleep." was all Ginny could say before she walked up the winding stairs to the girls' dorm.

Hermione looked at Ron, and felt instant pity. He didn't want his only sister to meet a boy and eventually..Do the things He and Hermione did. He felt snogging was better for her to do when she was oh, 30. "Ron.."

"She can't have found a boyfriend! Not yet, not today! Mum'll kill her!! Heck, I'll kill her!" Ron yelled. Most of the color was back to his face by now, as they were turning a shade of red not mentioned even in a pack of 64 crayola crayons box. Hermione had never seen him so angry. There were no words to describe the look of disappointment and anger his face held. Ron got up and paced about the room, muttering unmentionable words. Hermione sighed.

Trying to calm Ron down is like asking Voldemort to spare your life. Impossible. " .... but Ron! Honestly, she's not going to fall for a murderer, or a psycho, or a rapist!" argued Hermione. She was growing quite tired of arguing, first Harry, now Ron. She hated it more than anything, having her best friends fighting with her. Ron continued pacing. She sat there for a few more minutes thinking, and than finally stood up. "Ron, I'll talk to her. You stay here and pace."

Ron smiled weakly and sat down. "Thanks Herm," was his reply. She watched him sit back down, glancing at his face. It was amazing at how tired a 16 year old boy can look.

So she slowly walked up the red carpeted staircase, and knocked on the girls' door.

Ginny opens her eyes. "Come in Hermione!" The other girl opens the door about 7 inches and sticks her head in.

"Let's talk Gin." she says simply. Hermione walks into the red carpeted room with gold walls and sits at the foot of Ginny's four-poster. "Come on, tell me who you fancy!" Hermione said, grinning girlishly. She LOVED talking about boys. Harry even once said she was good at making people give up their most inner thoughts, feelings, and secrets. Gin looked at her seriously and said, "if you tell Ron, I will personally make sure you rot in hell for all eternity." She wasn't joking.~ ~+*MEANWHILE, Ron Weasley puts his ear to the door and listens to the whole conversion*+~ ~

Hermione promised, she wasn't the type to just blabber out everything personal she was told. Ginny whispered into her ear, "..Draco Malfoy"

Hermione fell right over backward and toppled onto the floor. She seemed to be choking on air as she tried to yell at Ginny, and when she did, Ginny was strongly reminded of when her mom sent Ron a howler in his second year. She didn't think Hermione could be so loud.

"VIRGINIA MOLLY WEASLEY, I REFUSE YO LET YOU HAVE ANY EMOTIONAL FEELINGS FOR DRACO MALFOY BECAUSE HE IS git from hell --" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. A loud thumping interrupted her, as Ron fainted and fell down the few steps when he heard the name, Draco Malfoy.

Ginny groaned and Hermione put her head in her hands. The situation couldn't possibly get worse. Ginny jumped off her bed and ran to see how badly he was hurt, Hermione followed her. Ron lay sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, he was breathing, but through her salty tears , Ginny couldn't see that. She practically flew down the stairs and sobbed miserably, thinking her brother was dead. " Oh my gosh Hermione, I've killed him!!!" Ginny screamed at her, tears were flowing freely now.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but spoke softly to her , "Ginny, stop. he's just unconscious. NOT DEAD! Come on, we'll take him to see madam Pomfrey." Ginny agreed and they carried Ron up to the infirmary.(or however you wanna spell it)

Ginny, feeling considerably better, walked with Hermione to the library. As they passed the familiar portrait of some of the past Headmasters, they caught up with Dean Thomas. Hermione quickly gave him the story on what happened, and to her suprize, he burst out laughing. Ginny gocked at him horror. "What the HELL is so funny?!" she screamed at him. Ginny stood facing him with her hands on her hips, eyes ablaze. Hermione thought she looked like a very mature teenage girl who just happened to be extremely 'angry' at him. Dean thought she looked hilarious. He didn't tell her this, of course.

Ginny gave up on talking sense into him and walked away.

A few days later, Ron woke up to find himself surrounded by get well cards. (it's amazing how fast news gets around at Hogwarts) He sat up in bed, and regretted it. He had a nasty bump on the back of his head, and it looked as though his arm were broken. I'll kill Him. I'll kill her too...how can she possibly 'love' such an ass?Ron took a deep breath. He got off the white- sheeted thin-matressed hospital bed. Madame Pomfrey went ballistic when she saw him head out of the office. after several more check ups all around his body, she finally let him go. As he was walking down the hall to get back to the commonroom to yell at Ginny, he turned a corner and bumped into Draco Malfoy.

Ron punched him furiously on the cheek.

"WHAT THE F'ING HELL WEASLEY!" Draco raged as he stumbled backward from the blow. "I said I was sorry in that letter I wrote while you were in the -- " but Ron cut him off.

"Stay away from my sister!!" His face was burning red with anger up to the roots of his hair. When Ron Weasley was mad, he was really mad. 'And atleast later,'Ron thought to himself, / I won't have a nagging guilt about punching his lights out.

Draco looked taken aback at first, than sort of amused. " Now..what's this about your sister? I DO NOT have any interest in her what-so-ever, even if she is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," he said curtly. Ron didn't respond right off, but Draco noticed how his whole body became less tense. Than it was as if he just realized what Malfoy had said.

Ron said in a confused voice,"What?!"

Draco sighed. "And once again, Weasley has successfully noted the sarcasm in my voice."

Ron blushed. Draco Malfoy had made him feel ignorant, as he usually did. Ron talked to him again.

"Well, if you ever do fancy her, please don't hurt her. I love her as much as I hate you, so I bloody swear to God that if you mess with her feelings I'll chop off your legs." Ron walked up the staircase to get to the commonroom, and not moments after he was out of sight, Ginny came around the corner. She stared at him.

"Well, hello little Miss Weasley. I just had a wonderful discussion with your brother." he said simply. She gocked at him, horrified.

She barely whispered, "I'll kill him." She turned back and slowly walked out of the castle. Draco followed her.

It was a chilly day at Hogwarts. Snow was falling in little clusters and the sun was setting, casting a beautiful glow over the snow-covered grounds. He saw Ginny leaning against a tree. She looked pale. He walked over to her and took her into his embrace. Tears were welled up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry.." he whispered sweetly into her ear. His hott breath made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Ginny looked into his deep, gray eyes. A tear trickled down her rosy cheek. Draco quickly wiped it away with the back of his thumb.

".Don't cry, Gin.." he murmured. "... my love.".