Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling (Like you would ever mistake me for her...). JK Rowling made up all of the characters in this fic. I just made up the plot. Yeah. That's mine.

Chapter One

I watched as my mother pulled my older brother, Ron, into a hug. "My baby boy," She was saying, stroking his red hair, "In his last year at Hogwarts..."

"Mum!" Ron said, trying to out of his mothers embrace, "You're embarrassing me!"

I smiled. "Oh hush, Ron," I told him, "Can't you see our mum is very emotional right now? I mean, you're growing up so fast."

I loved to tease my brother about anything really. He teased me right back. It was our thing. It was how we..."bonded." It's how I bonded with all of my brothers.

"Alright..." Mum said, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief she'd taken out of her pocket, "It's time for you two to get onto the train. It's going to leave soon." She gave Ron one last hug, and then walked over to Ginny. "Virginia..." She said, hugging me, "I'll miss you." She pulled away from me and added, "Now don't go getting any more boyfriends, alright?"

"Don't worry, Mum! I'll make sure ickle Ginny doesn't get involved with any boys." Ron assured her.

Mum smiled. "I knew I could count on you to look out for your little sister." She said.

I rolled my eyes. Parents, brothers...who need them?

"Okay, Mum. Ginny and I have to get going." Ron said.

"Alright..." Mum said sadly. I hoped she wasn't going to cry. She gave Ron and I each one last kiss on the cheek. "Send lots of owls," She added, "And I'll see you on Christmas."

Ron and I jogged towards the Hogwarts Express. We waved to our mother one last time before boarding the train.

"Who's Head Boy, Hermione?"

Hermione shook her head and sighed. "Draco Malfoy." She said with a look of pure disgust on her face.

"I don't understand how they could have made him Head Boy..." Ron said angrily, picking up a Chocolate Frog from the seat next to him. Harry, the generous soul he was, had bought a whole seatload of treats for us all to share.

And that's why I love him...

"Are you jealous, Ron? Did you think you should have been Head Boy?" I teased him.

"No!" Ron insisted, "I just...Oh, nevermind, Ginny!"

I giggled as Harry said, "It's because of Snape. He loves Malfoy..."

"I think it's an unnatural love." Ron muttered bitterly.

"Ron!" Hermione and I exclaimed.

"That's disgusting, Ron! Malfoy and Snape...?" I said disgustedly.

Harry let out a laugh. "I wouldn't be surprised if that was true." He said.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but I giggled. It did sound funnier coming out of Harry's lips. His beautiful lips...

"Well look here...If it isn't Perfect Potty, the Mudblood, and the Weasels." Draco Malfoy's cold voice drawled out. He had that snide look on his face, as usual. His hair was perfect, not one out of place. And his piercing blue eyes looked even colder than usual.

Harry stood up. "What do you want, Malfoy?" He spat out.

"Oh look at Potter..." Malfoy said with a cold laugh, "Trying to be all high and mighty once again. Harry the Hero."

I smiled a bit. Harry the Hero. It fit...if only Malfoy hadn't used it in such a negative way.

"I'd advise that you get out now, Malfoy. I don't want to have to hit you, but if it comes to that I will." Harry said, glaring at him.

I straightened up a bit. If Harry and Malfoy fought...I hate to say it, but that would be great. I know that Harry could beat him. Crabbe and Goyle weren't with Malfoy at the time. He didn't have any backup.

Ron pointed this out to him. "Looks like you don't have your bodyguards with you right now, Malfoy." It's funny how his mind works the same as mine.

Malfoy looked behind him. He must have just realized that he was alone. Crabbe and Goyle usually didn't make any noise, except for the occasional grunt of laughter at something their "leader" said.

Malfoy sneered at Ron, and then at Harry. "Like I'd want to fight you, Potter." He said.

And then he turned around and left...Just like that.

"He sure does give up easy." I said when he was gone.

"That's a good thing, Ginny," Hermione told me, "Harry and Ron can't get into any more trouble with Malfoy this year."

"Oh step off, Hermione." Ron said, "We're not going to do anything unless he starts it."

"Which he always does." Harry said sitting down, "If it was my choice I would just never talk to that Malfoy."

I smiled. Harry...he has a good heart.