Sorry for the wait. I kinda forgot about it all soooooo....., anyway. Here's the next one.

Draco sat twiddling his quill in History of Magic class, as Professor Bins droned on and on about some wizard in the third century who invented the Lumos charm. Wearily his eyes roved over the classroom, suppressing a heavy yawn. He spotted Granger sitting at rapt attention, copying notes with fervor, how she could copy notes, or even stay awake! He shook his head, and glanced at the two sitting next to her. It was Potter and Weasly. They were snoring in their sleep and Weasly seemed to be drooling from the corner of his mouth. Draco groaned. If Ginny was anything like her brother, then this was going to be an ordeal. He stared at the board, with a glazed look in his eyes, wondering how he was going to make Ginny fall for him. A plan began to hatch in his mind. If she didn't respond to him in the next few weeks he'd have to resort to drastic measures

Ginny slumped down at the table next to Hermione, Harry and Ron. Ron was complaining about the current History of Magic assignment. She picked half-heartedly at the food on her plate, eating the peas one at a time and doodling pictures in the mashed potatoes. Finally, she moaned and pushed away her plate, putting her head in her hands. After a bit she looked up, the people around her had gone quiet. All thee were looking at her.

"What?" she asked dispiritedly.

Ron began ticking things off on his fingers, "You walk in and flop into your chair, which you never do, Miss. Perfect-posture-lecturer. You won't touch your food, even though you're always talking about keeping healthy, and eating right. Then you shove the food into Colin's lap and don't even seem to notice that he sat down!"

Ginny blinked and looked at the person across from her. It was Colin, and he had her lunch all over his pants. Fruitlessly he was trying to un-stick the mashed potatoes and carrots.

Ginny groaned, "Oh, I'm really sorry Colin, I didn't see you there. Ughhh this day could hardly get any worse!" A tiny voice in her mind said, in a contradicting manner, 'Oh, yes it could, if ...' the thought was broken when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around, hoping against hope it wasn't who she thought it was, and for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, the worst had happened. It was Malfoy.

"Hello, Ginny, I was just wondering if you were alright after your fall. You seemed a bit shook up." He said, hands in pockets the perfect picture of a contrite young man. In that moment Ginny wondered what would make him interested in her? Not that it was all bad.... She stopped thinking not even bothering to contradict herself. She could see Ron twitching at the corner of his eye, and Harry's fists were clench. From the corner of her own eye she saw Hermione draw her wand from her book sack, ready for a curse. Ginny sighed; she supposed it would be u to her to smooth this whole thing over.

"I'm fine," she replied coldly, "Why you would care and why we're suddenly on a first name basis, Draco, is beyond me" she shivered, as his eyes narrowed, glinting spheres of icy granite. He made some noncommittal sound and stalked away.

She turned back to the table and groaned again, "That is the answer to your question, Ron." Ron, who had been smiling triumphantly, now frowned with intense anger.

"Has he been bothering you, Ginny, because if he has, I'll kill him." Ron growled eyebrows snapping together forming a fierce scowl. Ginny shook her head, and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"No, it's not him, not directly. I ran into him in the hallway, quite literally too, and he made me more late to class than I already was, and can you guess which class?"she said tiredly.

"Let me guess," said Harry grimly, "Potions? And Snape gave you two, no three detentions. Two for being late and the third for lying about it?" Ginny looked a bit bewildered.

"Yeah, I knew you'd guess Potions, but how'd you know the rest?" she asked, confusedly.

Harry grinned and said, "It's happened to me so many times I lost track around fifty-three." They all laughed.

Draco watched stiffly as the five at the Gryfindor table joked and laughed. No witch had ever rejected Draco so coldly before in his life, except maybe that Granger girl but she was a mud-blood, no pureblood witch had ever rejected him!

Ya, I know the title is crap, but I'm brain dead at the moment. Next chapter... new character things begin to change.