Author's Note: Hey People!!! Leeta's back and kickin'! Sorry about the long wait; I've been pretty busy with school. So now all I need is people to remind me to update!! That means YOU! Yes, you on the screen there. You will keep me on my toes. Actually, you are REQUIRED to keep me on my toes. Now, back to the story..

"Draco Malfoy!" she exclaimed, shocked.

"Yes, that's my name," the boy said, puzzled. "How come you know mine, but I

don't know your name?" He looked at her closely. "You look vaguely familiar, but I

don't really remember who you are." Ginny looked up at him, partially amused.

"You probably don't want to know," she said, getting up. Draco was still looking

at her quizzically. She sighed. "Does this help?" She took out her wand and whispered,

"Reducio." Her eyes, puffy and red, went back to their normal state. Then

she whispered,

"Memorasti." The auburn color of her hair lifted to be replaced with a familiar

red color. She grew shorter, and freckles came out on her face. Finally, after a few

minutes, she stood in front of a shocked Draco Malfoy, the splitting image of herself in

first year.

"Ginny Weasley?" he whispered. She nodded, then murmured the counter spell

and reappeared as her sixth year self. he thought to himself.

"Are you all right, Draco?" He was snapped back to reality by the sound of

Ginny's voice. He plastered his trademark smirk on his face as he turned to look at her.

"I'm fine, Weasel. I don't need you to ask." He turned to walk away, but was

stopped by Ginny's clear voice again.

"Draco, this is why you have no friends." He turned, furious. He stalked towards

her as she continued, still looking at him with her deep brown eyes. "You actually have a

very warm heart, but you're afraid to show it. Think about how you treated me a few

moments ago, when you didn't know who I was. That was the true you, Draco. If

you were that nice to everybody, then you would have tons of friends."

"I don't need you to preach to me, Weasel. I have enough friends to even satisfy

you." he thought to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he knew that Ginny

was right. His so called friends weren't real friends; they followed him around because

his father was powerful and they didn't want to anger him. That only made him angrier.

"Weasel, I'm warning you this one last time, don't make me say this again." He was so

close to her he could smell her. The sweet smell of raspberry mixed with vanilla. He

looked into her eyes and saw a deep understanding. He resisted it as much as he could,

but felt himself being pulled under. He tried to get away one more time. "Don't ever cry

to get pity again and don't ever talk to me about his experience." With a final urge, he

pushed himself away from her mesmerizing eyes.