Authors Note: This is my first story. Please Review!!! Sorry this
chapter's so short. The second chapter should be up by tomorrow or Sunday.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The rest belongs to J. K. Rowling. Duh!
It was the third day of Ginny Weasley's Fifth year at Hogwarts. Things were going well. She had just been made a prefect. But as Ginny walked down the hall towards her Transfiguration class, her mind was elsewhere. All of a sudden, she ran smack into Draco Malfoy. Too lost in her daydreams to care, she murmured a sorry and continued on her way.
Had Ginny been any other girl, she would have been terribly embarrassed. Draco was one of the best looking sixth years at Hogwarts. Some girls even ran into him on purpose, trying to get his attention. Although he flirted with different girls from time to time, he had obviously never found one he liked, or at least liked as much as they liked him.
Ginny was oblivious to all this. She carried a picture of a boy in her head, but instead of silver blonde hair and cold, steel gray eyes, her idol had black hair and flashing green eyes. He was the bravest, smartest, kindest, most wonderful boy Ginny had ever seen. He fought the dark lord at every turn and he had even saved her life. Now if only he didn't think of you as a little sister. The thought protruded into Ginny's reflections. Ginny shook her head. It was too true. "Oh well." Ginny said aloud. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry.
Draco Malfoy was confused and a little hurt. A girl (and a very attractive one at that) had run into him, almost knocked him down and then ignored him. And Draco had no idea who it had been. Later, as he walked down the hall with Pansy Parkinson clinging to his arm, he saw her again. "Who is that" he asked Pansy, making sure his tone of voice and sneer implied he didn't care. Because he didn't! he thought. Pansy, clueless as ever, replied "Who?". Draco groaned inwardly at her stupidity. "Oh, her. That's just the littlest Weasley."
Draco stopped. THAT was the weasel's little sister? He remembered her as a shy, withdrawn first year with a frizzy mass of red hair. Wow, had she changed over the summer. Her hair had deepened slightly and hung like and auburn cape, falling almost to her waist. She was thin and curvy and Draco realized he wasn't the only guy staring at her. But he wasn't staring at her. No, he was just, ummmm, surprised. "Draco?" Pansy interrupted his thoughts. "What?" He snapped. "Ancient Runes is down this hallway." She said. "I know that!" he said angrily. "Then why," said Pansy pointedly "were you going that way?" Because I was following her, thought Draco. I was following- Whoa! We need to stop this right now! Who cares if she's pretty? She's a Weasley! And that little voice echoed faintly: You do. Draco stormed off leaving Pansy in the dust.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The rest belongs to J. K. Rowling. Duh!
It was the third day of Ginny Weasley's Fifth year at Hogwarts. Things were going well. She had just been made a prefect. But as Ginny walked down the hall towards her Transfiguration class, her mind was elsewhere. All of a sudden, she ran smack into Draco Malfoy. Too lost in her daydreams to care, she murmured a sorry and continued on her way.
Had Ginny been any other girl, she would have been terribly embarrassed. Draco was one of the best looking sixth years at Hogwarts. Some girls even ran into him on purpose, trying to get his attention. Although he flirted with different girls from time to time, he had obviously never found one he liked, or at least liked as much as they liked him.
Ginny was oblivious to all this. She carried a picture of a boy in her head, but instead of silver blonde hair and cold, steel gray eyes, her idol had black hair and flashing green eyes. He was the bravest, smartest, kindest, most wonderful boy Ginny had ever seen. He fought the dark lord at every turn and he had even saved her life. Now if only he didn't think of you as a little sister. The thought protruded into Ginny's reflections. Ginny shook her head. It was too true. "Oh well." Ginny said aloud. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry.
Draco Malfoy was confused and a little hurt. A girl (and a very attractive one at that) had run into him, almost knocked him down and then ignored him. And Draco had no idea who it had been. Later, as he walked down the hall with Pansy Parkinson clinging to his arm, he saw her again. "Who is that" he asked Pansy, making sure his tone of voice and sneer implied he didn't care. Because he didn't! he thought. Pansy, clueless as ever, replied "Who?". Draco groaned inwardly at her stupidity. "Oh, her. That's just the littlest Weasley."
Draco stopped. THAT was the weasel's little sister? He remembered her as a shy, withdrawn first year with a frizzy mass of red hair. Wow, had she changed over the summer. Her hair had deepened slightly and hung like and auburn cape, falling almost to her waist. She was thin and curvy and Draco realized he wasn't the only guy staring at her. But he wasn't staring at her. No, he was just, ummmm, surprised. "Draco?" Pansy interrupted his thoughts. "What?" He snapped. "Ancient Runes is down this hallway." She said. "I know that!" he said angrily. "Then why," said Pansy pointedly "were you going that way?" Because I was following her, thought Draco. I was following- Whoa! We need to stop this right now! Who cares if she's pretty? She's a Weasley! And that little voice echoed faintly: You do. Draco stormed off leaving Pansy in the dust.