Present Time a.k.a. Ginny's 6th and Draco's 7th years at Hogwarts

Chapter 1

Draco cursed the jeering Gryffindors. He'd only been walking through a hallway, and suddenly as he'd passed a portrait of a fat lady, they'd appeared. From no where it seemed. He shoved his way through the crowded halls and ignored the pokes and prods of Gryffindors. Suddenly, he remembered who he was. He stopped where he was and glared at them all.

"Back to your common room!" he snarled. "Or, as Head Boy, I'll be forced to take off points…" Just his luck Hermione Granger was there. She stepped forward, clutching her books closely to her chest. On her right stood Potter, on her left, Weasley.

"Not so fast, Malfoy. I don't see my Gryffindors doing anything wrong-"

"Except showing disrespect to the Head Boy!" he snapped. Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"Forget him guys…just go back to the common room," Hermione said, whirling on heel. Draco scoffed and turned. He was almost gone when he heard an indignant cry. He turned and saw Ginny Weasley pounding at the Fat Lady Portrait. So the little Weasel gets left out again, he thought smugly. Ginny saw him and squeaked again as he took a step nearer.

"Come on you guys! Lemme in!" she cried.

"What's the matter, Weasel? Can't get in the Common Room?" he sneered. Ginny's eyes widened as she realized that Draco Malfoy was staring straight at her with his piercing gray eyes. She sighed exasperatedly.

"Aw, the poor little Weasel…feeling a little dejected that Potter hasn't come to save you?" he said, a smirk spreading on his face. Ginny's eyes narrowed.

"Who do you think you are?! You might be Head Boy, but I'm still a prefect!" she said, flashing her badge. "I still have rights! Now leave me alone you stupid git!"

"Shut up you twerpy Weasel!" he said sharply. She leaned up to his ear and he froze, unsure of what she was up to.

"Bite me, Malfoy," she muttered sharply. "My pleasure," he murmured and swiftly bent down and bit her gently on the throat. Ginny gasped. She pushed him away and he stumbled slightly, but quickly caught himself. His trademark smirk shone true on his face as he turned and sauntered away. She whipped out her wand and aimed it at him carefully. She whispered something and a grin spread on her face as she watched Draco whirl around and the expression of shock just before he was transfigured into a ferret.

"Take that, Malfoy," Ginny said, grinning widely. She froze, however, as she heard a gasp that sounded all too much like McGonagall's.

"MS WEASLEY! WHO IS THAT?!" The disgruntled professor screamed. Instantly Gryffindor heads poked out from the open portrait. Ginny cringed.

"Er…ahem…finite incantum…" Ginny muttered. Draco turned back into his human form, on hands and knees.

"MS WEASLEY!!!" McGonagall screamed again, now seeing the Head Boy. She glared at the young, quivering Gryffindor. "I could take away your rank for this…"

"But…" Ginny sputtered. The voice that spoke next made Ginny jump at how calm it was.

"That won't be necessary, Professor. I'm sure Weasley made a mistake. I'd rather not lose a good prefect…there so hard to find these days. Say, 50 points from Gryffindor for this?" Malfoy said coolly. Ginny looked at him, covering the grateful expression quickly.

"I…yes, yes…that seems fair. DO NOT let this happen again, or I will see to it you do lose your prefect rank and more than this mere 50 points from our house," McGonagall said. Draco Malfoy turned and left, offering no explanation for defending the youngest Weasley. Ginny could only stare after him until the Gryffindors pulled her into the common room.

"Did you just turn Malfoy into a weasel?!" a second year asked excitedly. Malfoy, during the previous year, had had Crabbe and Goyle shove ice down the poor kid's pants

"Actually…it was a white ferret…" she muttered. Everyone was quiet. Ginny began to blush and quickly added, "You should've seen the look on the stupid git's face right before I changed him! It was so funny!" The Common Room roared with laughter. Harry Potter came over to her and grinned.

"Good job, Gin!" he laughed. Ron was bragging that his kid sister had managed to transfigure the infamous Malfoy into a ferret.

"Ginny, that was very dangerous…even if it WAS Malfoy…" Hermione piped. Ron covered her mouth with his hand.

"Hermione, come off it! You know you woulda loved to see it," Ron said happily. Hermione smiled slowly, nodding.

Ginny was the only one with a fake smile plastered on her face.

It seemed like forever until night when the Gryffindors stopped their noisy chatter and climbed the stairs to their dorms. Ginny finally saw that she sat alone. She absent-mindedly stroked the spot on her neck where Malfoy had bitten her. She realized she was daydreaming, replaying the scene over and over in her mind. She shook her head. She pulled out a quill and paper quickly and scribbled- well, she thought it was scribble, but to anyone else, the paper held elegant curves and swirls that were of magnificent penmanship- a note.

'Reasons Not to Like Malfoy:

~ He's a Slytherin.

~ He's a Malfoy.

~ He hates Weasleys.

~ He hates Potters.

~ He is mean.

~ He'

Ginny was interrupted by The Trios sudden entrance. She sighed and quickly covered her parchment with a book.

"Hey Gin," Hermione said warmly. Ron glanced over her and she met his eyes for a moment. She blushed and looked away. Harry and Ron shared a look of slight confusion.

"Hey Hermione," Ginny was one of the very few people who knew that Hermione was beginning to like her red-haired, freckle-faced brother.

"What'cha got there?" Ron said, seeing the slip of parchment beneath her book. He snatched it, despite Ginny's cries of protest. Confusion quickly swept across his face as he read it.

"Ginny…these are all obvious things. We all know them…"

"Ya, I know…I was bored, okay? And I was mad at Malfoy, so I was writing that out to blow off steam…" she covered quickly. That satisfied her brother and he replaced the sheet without so much as another question.

They all stood quietly, as though expecting something to happen. Then, it did. There was a slight tap at the window. Harry went over and opened it, allowing Hedwig to enter. He took the letter and grinned.

"It's from Sirius," he said. They glanced quickly at Ginny and ran up to Harry and Ron's dormitory and closed the door. Ginny rolled her eyes. There they go again, she thought sadly. She picked up her books and half-dragged herself up to her dorm. It was late, and she was tired. She dropped her books on the floor. She flopped down on her bed and curled up, quickly falling asleep.

Draco stayed up and stared at the wall. The Weasel had turned him into a ferret! He had bitten her…OH MY GOD…I BIT HER! He thought suddenly, shocked that he'd actually done that. Tsh…it was her fault…if she hadn't told him to…he tried to reason with himself, failing miserably. He sighed and pulled up his calendar to distract himself. He saw it, written in bold, sparkling green and silver letters:

TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT RETURNS!!!

He grinned slowly. Maybe he'd win this year. He chuckled at the thought. He put his calendar away and climbed the stairs to his dorm. His roommates where already sound asleep (and in Crabbe and Goyle's cases, snoring) so he crept quietly. He slid into his four-poster and fell asleep.