a/n: ooo! you're here to read my fic?! ^^ *gets teary eyed* why thank you! now, i won't bother you with some long a/n, so here it goes... oh, and it's in ron's POV.

disclaimer: *sobs heavily* i was just informed that i do not own harry potter or anything that comes with it. now, as much as i may like to think otherwise, it'll never be true. I WILL NEVER OWN HARRY POTTER... i'd gladly settle with Ron, or Gred and Forge... but no... *sobs some more*

Harry and I headed down a hallway, going to lunch, and as I turned a corner I felt myself hit the floor with a 'thud'. Parchments scattered, quills dispersed throughout the hallway, several scrolls could be seen rolling down the staircase. Sighing, I immediately apologized to whomever I had knocked down as I'd turned the corner. Looking up, I saw an unfamiliar face, must've been someone in a different year, and definitely a different house.

"Tsk, tsk, Weasel. I knew you were desperate and everything, but knocking over innocent girl's... Now that's too much." I recognized the all too familiar face of Draco Malfoy. I stood to defend myself and Malfoy extended a hand down to help the girl up. She must've been a Slytherin. Surprised, I watched her stubbornly get up on her own. I said something to defend myself, but she'd interrupted.

"It wasn't his fault." She said, and I took notice to her blue eyes that could kill and made a mental note to never get on her bad side. "It was mine," she continued. "I was the one who knocked him over."

"Of course you weren't! Weasel, I'm --"

"Hey Draco?" The girl interrupted, provokingly. "You got one of those new brooms, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"And doesn't it go really fast?"

He gave his grin. "Yeah."

"And you're really good? Right? I mean, really talented and everything?"

Draco eyed Crabbe and Goyle. "Of course."

"Well then," she gave him a cherubic smile. "Fly really high, then think of me--"

"That shouldn't be too hard." His grin only widened egotistically.

"And jump off," she said harshly, magically vanishing both his grin and her smile. A delicate hand was drawn up to her ear as it pushed a lock of brown hair out of her face.

Malfoy didn't say anything, just strutted off with Crabbe and Goyle at his sides.

I assume Harry and I shared similar expressions. Ones of shock, yet amusement.

"I'm sorry about that," She apologized to me, "I'll be more --"

"That was amazing." I muttered, then blushed, realizing what I had said.

"What was?" she asked.

"The fact that a girl just told Malfoy off... And he didn't seem to mind..." Harry said zombie-like. Both of us were still staring down the hall, as if it wasn't real, and expecting the real Draco to come walking back and tell us off as usual.

"Oh..." she started, "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I hope you can forgive me."

I shook myself out of the trance. "Oh, it's ok. Nothing to worry about."

"Well, sorry," the mysterious girl turned around as if to walk away, but I feverishly grabbed her arm and twisted her back towards me.

Blushing furiously, I let go of her arm and asked, "I'm sorry... What's your name?"

"Maggie Kelly."

"What house are you of?"

"Gryffindor, like you."

"And what year?" My brow furrowed from embarrassment, how could I not know her?!

"Fifth... Like you."

"Oh... Guess I never --"

"Noticed me?" She finished. "I get that a lot." I couldn't tell if I had offended her or not.

"Oh, well... Seeya around."

"Yeah, seeya." She sighed but once she took a look at Harry, a smile threatened her lips. He was still gazing down the hall with the same star struck expression, he obviously hadn't moved since the incident with Draco.

Harry turned to Ron, "Did you see that?!"

The smile finally pushed through Maggie's lips and she turned around and walked in the direction she had come.

Later that night.

My eyes anxiously scanned the Gryffindor table and rested on a tall girl with killer blue eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair. "Do you mind?" I asked as I took the seat next to her.

"Not at all." She flashed a smile.

We engaged into some conversation, but I continued to notice Snape giving us glares. Shaking it off, I considered it nothing and failed to mention this to her.

Soon, Harry and Hermione joined and hear Harry say, "Well, don't tell that to Ron." And then he sat.

"Tell me what?" Obviously I wasn't supposed to of heard that last bit.

"Uh..." Harry gave a nervous look. "That Krum was injured, and he'll be out of the league for awhile..." Immediately, Hermione went into some deep trance.

"Come now, Harry. You can't seriously think I didn't know that. After all, it's been on the news for weeks now!"

Harry gave a quick smile, "Well then, that takes a lot off of my mind."

I gave Harry a quizzical look, but thought nothing more of it, and returned back to conversation with Maggie.

Right out of nowhere, Hermione proclaimed, "Ugh! I can't believe your eating habits," She was referring to Maggie. "How do you think you're going to survive in later years?!"

I shot Hermione a questioning look, this was so out of character for her.

"Umm..." It appeared as if Maggie didn't know how to respond. "I..."

Avoiding an awkward situation, I began conversation with Maggie again.

Several minutes (there's no need to be precise, but for all of you out there who just have to know, it was eight and a half minutes) passed, and Hermione mentioned, "I can't believe the way you hold your wand. So vulnerable. Now, if you want to know the right way, just be sure to ask me, I can correct it."

Maggie had an expression of intimidation (a/n: Maggie wasn't the intimidating one--Hermione was, i couldn't think of a very good way to word it.) Instead of coming up with a comeback, she stood and said, "I've...uh... I've gotta go."

"Do what?" I asked in attempt to make her stay.

"Umm... Homework."

"It's only the first week of school, and nothing's due tomorrow." Hermione pointed out.

"I've," She paused and glanced across the table towards the Slytherin's and noticed Snape's glare. "I've just got to go..." She flung a messenger bag across her shoulder and quickly left.

Both Harry and I gave Hermione a frown.

"WHAT?!" She asked, as if completely oblivious to the last scene.

"C'mon Herm, you were utterly rude to her!" Harry started.

"Was not!"
"Of course you were!" I said, furiously.

"Was not!" She repeated.

I stormed off in the direction Maggie had left in.

a/n: so...that's that! there's chapter one... i have most of the plot in my mind (can you believe it! THERE IS A PLOT!) hope you liked it ^^ My sincerest thanks for reading... Now might you be compelled to review? please? pretty please? any feedback would be appreciated.