Konnichiwa to everyone. Today (being Sunday) I went and I bought the ACTUAL story of Peter Pan. It's really good, and it's given me some really good ideas. I again would like to thank everyone for reviewing. I thrive on your reviews, so keep them coming. If anyone has a good story, I will definitely review it. Now I shall reveal chapter 4. MWAHAHAHA!

Disclaimer: I don't own the story of Peter Pan, or the Harry Potter characters, so don't sue. (I'm not very original. but at least I get to the point right?)

Where we last left off.

I can't believe he did that! And the worst part is. I didn't feel anything. I think I'm officially 'over' with him. Ginny gave a small sigh. She didn't love Harry anymore.

And at the exact moment, someone else was thinking the exact opposite..

Why did I do that? Why? Because you love her. but I can't! But you do.. Harry sighed deeply. There was no denying it. He loved Ginny Weasley.

Chapter Four - Enemies Becoming Friends

Rehearsal wore on. Ginny tired to forget what had happened, but she couldn't. It was branded in her memory forever, and like an unwanted guest, it wasn't' about to leave anytime soon. Ginny read the rest of the script mechanically, while Harry seemed more animated.

Everyone tried their best not to notice the sudden tension, but it was difficult at times. It was especially hard for poor Ron and Hermione, who seemed to know what both parties felt about each other.

"That's all for today. You did well." McGonagall said, indicating Harry and Ginny. Harry smiled, and glanced at Ginny. Ginny couldn't look him in the eye.

"The play is coming along really well don't you think?" Ron asked Hermione the next day at lunch.

"It is. Ginny is doing really well despite what's been going on."

"And Harry is dong pretty good too."

Ginny sat picking at her food, half listening to the flow of conversation around her. What's wrong with me? Why am I so upset? She knew it wasn't because of Harry. No, it was something, or rather, someone else that was bothering her.

It was at that moment, Malfoy walked by. He stared through Ginny as if she were air, and walked by without a backward glance. I still don't get why he's ignoring me. you'd think he's be insulting me. I haven't heard anything from him in days. Gunny sighed, and ate the rest of her lunch. It was going to be one of those days..

* * * *

Ginny stood outside of the great hall, not really aware of her surroundings. She was thinking about Harry, and Malfoy. How they both infuriated her beyond belief. When she finally came back down to earth, she glanced at the clock, and saw that it was 4:15.

"I'm late!" she cried, and rushed into the Great Hall. Everyone turned to look at her, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Ah. Miss Weasley. Decided to join us I see?" came the stern voice of Professor McGonagall.

Ginny flushed under her stare.

"I'm so sorry. I was doing homework and-"

"Save it for another time Miss Weasley. We have lots of work to do today. Open your book to page 24. We will start over."

Ginny smacked her forehead. How could I forget my book? She thought. Now everyone was staring intently at her, boring their eyes into her, all except for Harry, Ron, and Hermione who all looked sympathetic.

"Miss Weasley?" now McGonagall's voice sounded impatient.

"I."

"You what?"

"I forgot my book."

The Professor sighed impatiently.

"Go get it, and be quick about it."

Ginny ran out of the Great Hall, relieved to be out of the room. She ran up to her dorm, and nearly tripped over her self getting her book. She was back at the great hall in ten minutes.

"Are you ready Miss Weasley?"

"Yes M'am."

But her emotions got in the way of her acting. She couldn't stop thinking about Harry and Malfoy. She often had to be told when it was her line, when she would normally whip it off with hardly a glance at the script.

By the end of the day, everyone was either impatient, or frustrated with Ginny. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were worried sick about her. When they went back up to the dorms to change for dinner, they tried talking to her.

"You look pale Ginny. What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, You weren't yourself today." Hermione said.

"Come on Ginny. You can tell us." Harry said.

But Ginny couldn't tell them, Especially Harry.

"It's nothing." She said.

"Oh come on Ginny. Don't pull that crap on us again. We know something is wrong, and it's obviously pretty important, or it wouldn't be affecting your acting." Ron said.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." Ginny was growing impatient. She just wanted to eat dinner, and get upstairs to her dorm, where she could sleep and escape reality.

"But Ginny."

"I said leave me alone!"

She ran up to the common room, and into the dorm, ignoring the curious stares. She slammed the door, and threw on some clothes. She rushed back out in a flurry, and went out of the common room. She passed by the trio in the hall, and pretended not to notice them. Harry gave her a very hurt look, but she didn't care. He didn't understand. None of them did.

Ginny ate her dinner at the farthest end of the table, where she could avoid them. They gave her hurt looks, but for the most part didn't bother her. That was how Ginny wanted it. She wanted to be ALONE. She sighed, and ate her meal in silence. Try as hard as she could, her thoughts wouldn't divert from Harry and Malfoy. It didn't help that Malfoy was still avoiding her, and thinking she didn't even exist.

* * * *

"Ginny! Line three!" Neville hissed.

"Huh? What?" Ginny snapped out of her trance.

"And I thought I was forgetful. What's up with you?" Neville asked.

"Nothing."

He gave her an odd look, and Ginny wanted to scream at him.

"Alright everyone. we'll start again." McGonagall was more impatient than usual these days, and it was mostly due to Ginny.

"Now, when Peter come in from the window to greet Wendy, Wendy sits up in bed, and screams. Let's try it again."

Ginny sat lay on the floor, and closed her eyes, wishing she could sleep, and forget all of her problems.

"And. action!"

Malfoy walked in the room.

"Where is it? Where can it be?" He asked, indicating his shadow.

He paused for a moment, and waited, and waited.

"Ginny!" McGonagall said.

There was no answer, save for the deep even breathing of someone is slumber.

Neville walked over to where she lay.

"I think she fell asleep." He said.

McGonagall sighed. She was becoming very frustrated with Ginny. She walked towards the stage, and examined her. She bent down, and shook her hard by the shoulders.

"Miss Weasley! Wake up!" she said in her sternest voice.

Slowly, Ginny opened her eyes, and then wished she hadn't. Everyone was staring at her, and Harry was looking sympathetic again.

"I'm sorry. I must've fallen asleep." She said lamely.

"Miss Weasley! We're in the middle of rehearsal. This is not a pajama party! I don't know WHAT has gotten into you the past few days, but I suggest you shape up! We're putting on this play in a month. And from the looks of it, I don't think you're ready!"

Ginny now sat up. Everything was blurry, and she couldn't concentrate. What's wrong with me? She asked herself for the umpteenth time.

"Are you ready to get to work?"

"Yes I am."

Ginny stood up, walked three steps, and tripped over her own two feet. She landed hard on the ground, but strangely didn't feel any pain.

"Miss Weasley. I thought you said you were ready."

"I know. I did. And I am. " She trailed off.

"Then please get up, and don't trip over yourself."

Ginny got up a second time, and did not trip. But in her mind, she was still thinking about Harry and Malfoy.

* * * *

Days rolled by. Instead of improving. Ginny became worse in rehearsal instead of better. In addition to completely forgetting her lines, she was also tripping over things, mostly being herself. Professor McGonagall had completely lost patience with her.

"All right everyone. Good job. Miss Wesaley, may I see you a moment?" The Professor waited until everyone had left. Ginny stood, waiting patiently.

"This is very difficult for me to say." she began.

"What?" Ginny asked, anxious to know her fate.

"I've been more than fair with you these past few days. You used to be attentive, and did really well in rehearsals. What happened?"

"I don't know." Ginny honestly had no idea of why she was doing so poorly.

The Professor sighed.

"Well I should tell you straight up. You have one LAST chance to prove yourself, and to shape up."

"And if I don't?" Ginny was almost afraid of the answer.

"Then I'm afraid you'll be asked to turn in your role as Wendy. It will be given to someone else."

Involuntarily, Ginny gave a small sob.

"You can't! This play is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me!"

"I don't WANT to Miss Weasley, but everyone isn't doing very well these days, and I'm afraid it's your poor performance that's affecting everyone."

"I'll try harder! I really will." Tears were blurring the edge of her vision. Don't cry in front of the professor.

"That is all. You may go."

Ginny walked out of the Great Hall, heaviness weighed her down. She felt so much pressure. I have to do well. I just have to! She sighed, and went upstairs to change.
Dinner that night was quiet. Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew that something bad had happened with Ginny, but they knew it was pointless to talk to her, so they were talking amongst themselves, waiting patiently for her to tell them, which she would eventually, mad at them, or not.

"Smee is such a cool character. I've never played an Irish bloke before" Ron said.

"Tinker bell is actually a real pain." Hermione said.

Ginny sat there, attempting to eat, but in truth she was growing angrier by the minute. How can they be so happy about it? It's driving me crazy!

"Well Captain Hook is a very dark and foreboding person. I'm finding it hard to play him." Harry said.

"Don't worry about it mate. You'll get it." Ron said.

Ginny couldn't take it anymore.

"Will all of you just shut up?" she cried.

The trio stared at her, speechless.

"Why do you always have to talk about the bloody play so much? Can't you just leave it alone?"

"Did McGonagall say you couldn't be in the play anymore Ginny?" Herminoe was the first to recover, and ask the question. Ginny glared at her.

"It's none of your business!" she pushed her plate of food away from her, and stood up. She stormed out of the great hall, ignoring the curious stares from innocent bystanders. As soon as she was out of sight, there was the sound of quiet laughter at the Slytherin table.

"I think that's a great idea Draco!" Quidditch captain Marcus Flint was saying.

"I know, and the best part is, Weasel is already in trouble with McGonagall."

"You're a genius mastermind man." Marcus said

He smiled sardonically.

"Of course I am. You would expect anything less?"

"No of course not."

Malfoy ate the rest of his dinner in silence, impatient for tomorrow's rehearsal to happen. She won't know what hit her. it's my best idea yet. He thought. Tomorrow's going to be a good day..

* * * *

"Have a good day!" The teacher said, smiling.

Everyone raced out of the classroom. Ginny ran up to the common room, to see if anyone was there. As it turned out, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all there.

"Hey guys." She said.

"Hey Ginny. feeling better?" Herminoe asked.

Ginny suddenly remembered last night, and blushed.

"I'm so sorry I snapped at you. I wasn't having a very good day." She said.

"It's fine." Hermione said.

"You did have us pretty worried though." Ron said.

"Well I'm better now." Ginny smiled at him.

"That's always good."

Ginny sat down on the couch, and they spent the next while talking, and having fun. Ginny was in a good mood, when they went down for rehearsal. They went into the great hall, Ginny being optimistic about things.

I can do this. I can do this. I will do good. She thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Malfoy was watching her, waiting for the right moment to put his plan into action.

"Good evening everyone." Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Hello Professor." Everyone chorused.

"Is everyone ready to get some work done?" she asked, with her eye on Ginny.

"Yes!" everyone, including Ginny shouted.

"Good, then let's get to it!"

Everyone opened their books, and amidst all of the paper shuffling, and the talking that comes between tasks, Malfoy put his plan into action. He whipped out his wand, careful to conceal it. He pointed it at Ginny, and mumbled the spell he'd found in his prank book. Ginny felt an odd sensation at the back of her head. She turned around, but didn't see anything. That's odd.. she thought.

"That's odd."

"What's odd?" Hermione asked from beside her.

"What's wrong with me?" This is weird.

"What?"

"This is weird.." "What's weird?" Hermione was growing alarmed.

Malfoy was grinning like the Cheshire cat by now.

"Hey Weasel!" he hissed.

Why does he have to be such a jerk?

"Why does he have to be such a jerk?" Ginny asked.

"Oh! I'm so wounded! I'd better leave so you don't attack me some more."

"Shut up Mad Flea." Does he even understand how much it really hurts?

"Does he even understand how much it really hurts?"

"Ginny? What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"I don't know. It's like I'm thinking whatever I say."

Why do things like this always happen to me?

"Why do things like this always happen to me?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it." Hermione said.

"Let's just start reading ok?" Ron asked.

"I suppose." And so begins another torture session.

"And so begins another torture session" she said.

"Miss Weasley?"

"She always picks the worse times. It's like the Professor is out to get me or something" Ginny both said, and thought.

"Miss Weasley! I thought we were going to change? This is not getting to be a very good start."

"Why does she always pick on me? Can't she just leave me alone?"

"No Miss Weasley I can't leave you alone, and if you don't start reading, I WILL revoke your role in the play!" The Professor's eyes were blazing.

"Everything has to happen to me! First it's Harry being all nice to me, and I don't even like him like that, and then Malfoy is ignoring me, and for some odd reason it bothers me. It's almost as if I.. like him or something, but I can't!"

Everyone, including Malfoy gasped. Everyone stared at Ginny in shock.

"Miss Weasley?"

"I hate this!" Ginny was now pacing the floor.

"Why can't everyone just leave me alone? Why does he have to insult me so much? It really hurts me. But I guess he doesn't have any compassion, or he wouldn't be so horrible to me!"

Professor McGonagall had had enough.

"Miss Virginia Weasley! As of now, you're no longer playing Wendy! You may exit the Great Hall"

"She hates me! Everyone does! I wish I could just go to sleep, and not wake up!"

She ran from the Great Hall, sobbing. Once she was gone, Professor McGonagall turned to the group.

"It's very unfortunate to lose her, but I couldn't keep her while she was in hysterics like that. Miss Parkinson will be playing Wendy"

"Really? That's so cool!"

Pansy grinned, and went to the front of the Great Hall where Malfoy stood. He had long since stopped grinning.

So the rehearsal continued, but Malfoy couldn't stop thinking about Ginny. For once in his life, he felt guilty, and sympathetic for someone. After rehearsal was over, he did something completely out of character. He went to go find Ginny and apologize.

No one else seemed to care about her. Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't talking to her. Everyone acted like she didn't even exist. Like she was dead, and long forgotten to everyone.

Malfoy looked in the library, and everyone he could access, but he couldn't find her. He was on the verge of giving up, when he heard sobbing coming from the girls bathroom on the main floor.

"Weasel?" He called out.

There was no answer, save for heavier sobbing. Sighing, Malfoy pushed open the door to the girl's bathroom.

"I know you're in here Weasel. You can't deny it."

"Come to torture me some more?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

He was now completely inside the bathroom. He saw that one of the stall was shut and locked,

"Actually. for once I've come to a..pol..o.gize" he said the last word with great difficulty.

"I don't believe him. Why doesn't he just leave me alone?"

Lucky for him, he'd brought his wand. He pointed it at the stall, and whispered the counter curse. Ginny went quiet for a moment, and asked.

"What happened?"

"I said the counter curse, for the curse I put on you."

He could almost feel her rage.

"You were the one who cursed me? Why?" he heard her sob again.

"Because I wanted to get back at you for that day you embarrassed me."

"Well thanks to you, I can't be in the play! The play meant everything for me, and you ruined my only chance."

Malfoy sighed.

"I know I did. I'm sorry." He said slowly.

"Saying sorry won't cut it. It's not going to change the fact that I'm not in the play."

"Look Weasley. I feel guilty, and sympathetic for once. I said I was sorry, what more do you want?"

He heard her stand up, and open the door. Her eyes were all red and puffy from crying.

"Maybe a little respect." She said.

"Well that I don't think is going to happen anytime soon."

"So this changes nothing between us then?" he saw the smile she was trying to hide.

"Maybe a little." He said

"I'll stop calling you Mad Flea, if you stop calling me Weasel." She said

"I'll have to think about that one."

Ginny pushed past him.

"I'm going to dinner. Later Mad Flea."

"Don't trip and die Weasel." He retorted.

"Oh shut up!" he heard her shout.

He waited until she was out of sight, and then walked out of the bathroom, careful not to be seen. As unlikely as it seems, Malfoy was actually beginning to tolerate Ginny.

"But don't let this incident think we're friends, because we're not!" he said to himself.

Famous Last Words.
A/N: WoW! What a long chappie! Even I didn't think it would be this long! I know I made Malfoy a bit OOC, but yeah, he's being nicer now! (Well kinda) Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please R&R, and I'll catch up with you in Chapter 5! Luv Ya Lotz! ~_^ Bandana Gurl AKA BG