"I've heard of these, I think…" Ginny whispered to herself.

Unfortunately, Draco heard. "Well did any of that knowledge stick, or were you too caught up in worshipping the ground Potter walk's on?"

"Yes, actually I do remember…they only come off when we've learned to truly get along, and really know each other—" she said, choosing to ignore his comment.

"Great," he replied coldly, adding "like that'll ever happen—"

"Well if you have that mentality, we'll be stuck here forever. You can't buy your way out of this, Malfoy. Plus, it's not like I want to be in this situation either…I would rather by lying in a ditch in the middle of nowhere—"

"What? Not good enough? Rather be stuck to scar-head? I highly doubt that! You probably begged Snape to tie us together—"

"Aargh! You're just as full of it as Harry! You two are made for each other. You stupid git! Why would I want some deathly skinny, girly, pale, blonde boy? You're not the least bit attractive in my eyes, go and make out with Parkinson." She finished, furious. 'Don't get worked up Gin,' she told herself. 'Aww heck, it's Malfoy!'

"Oh! And you're the most beautiful angel that's fallen from the sky…" Draco snarled sarcastically. "Beggars can't be choosers and the Weasley tribe—oh—I mean family, are definitely beggars, you all certainly look the part," he finished smugly.

With that smug look on Malloy's face, Ginny lost control. She lunged at him, punching him in the left eye, right side of the jaw, and stomach, knocking him to the ground, groaning in pain. After a few punches, she got up.

"If I EVER hear you make a crack about my family's social or economic status, I swear I'll hex you into next week!" with that she sat down on a nearby chair, watching her handy work as Draco strained to pull himself up, blood coming out of his mouth and bruises beginning to make their first appearance.

"Let's get one thing straight, Weasley… I am doing you a favor for helping you in potions…. you should be begging for my forgiveness right about now!"

"Oh go tell someone who cares," Ginny barked.

Draco continued, "I will not, I repeat WILL NOT be stuck to the likes of you all summer, and you'll just have to cooperate with me—"

"I tried, but you had to open your big fat mouth and make fun of my family!" she yelled.

"Well sooory! I guess that's your sensitive spot, isn't it. It's the whole Weasley family's sensitive spot, you filthy blood traitor!"

"Yeah, how would you fell if I made comments about the Malfoy-Black inbreeding? Aren't you're mom and dad like second cousins or something? Disgusting," she said smugly.

"You are the most insufferable piece of filth—" began Draco.

"—You've ever met…you're so predictable, Malfoy," Ginny interrupted.

"What do you know, hmm? Do you know what its like to live in a family that expects perfection out of you, and watch your father ignore your mother unless he wants to show her off as his trophy wife? Do you have to share a dorm with abnormally stupid gits? Only to go in the common room and be bombarded by pug-face? No Ms. 'I-have-a-loving-family-and-the-dream.' It must be nice…" Draco said.

"Oh…you think my life is perfect, huh?" What do you think it's like eating lunch and trying to talk to people, only to have them look away and ignore you? They're all afraid of me because of the Chamber of Secrets thing…when the famous Harry Potter rescued silly Ginny Weasley from old scary Tom Riddle's grasp…oh yes, perfect life…being ignored by my family, especially Ron, who's constant attention is on Granger, and Harry who is too busy 'saving the world'."

"Is the little Weaselette bored of the dream team?" asked Draco, trying to hide his shock.

Ginny nodded.

Draco laughed. "So is that why Snape threatened to send you home?" Ginny nodded again. "How does Snape know, he never cares about little Gryffindors?"

"Well, he's paid quite a great deal of attention after the Chamber. I'm top of my class in Potions, and plan on being a healer after I graduate. He seems to be pretty fond of me. Sometimes he's nicer to me than he is to some of the Slytherins."

"Hmm, so that's why you're spending the summer here. How did you get him to agree to let you stay at his manor? And skip a level of potions?"

"I actually didn't. After the Department of Mysteries incident, Snape contacted Dumbledore and suggested that I skip a level of potions. Of course, I would have to take the O.W.Ls this year, so Dumbledore didn't think it'd work. So Snape suggested that IO learn the material over the summer, staying with him, and take the O.W.L.s at the Ministry of Magic on August Thirty-first."

"So Snape suggested it?" Draco asked, even more shocked than before.

"Yep," she replied. "So how did Snape con you into helping me?"

"Promised me that no matter what, I'd be ahead of Granger in potions," he said, smiling.

"Nice," Ginny replied, laughing. "She'll go crazy all year, trying to figure out why she's not top of the class, and you are. She'll probably cry."

"I thought you were friends with her," Draco said, skeptically.

"Not really. She acted like my friend, but them I figured out that she was only being nice to me because she fancied Ron," she said bitterly.

"Bummer," he said quietly. "Well you know that's why Mudbloods are inferior…Us Purebloods are just naturally more agreeable," he said, smiling.

"Hah!"

"What? I was serious!"

"You're not agreeable!"

"But you like me better than you like Granger."

"That's a given."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'd like to pound her to a pulp and feed her to a blast-ended skrewt."

"Gross, but a fairly enjoyable image."

"I thought so."

"With that attitude," Draco said, "you should've been sorted into Slytherin."

"The sorting hat did try to put me in Slytherin," Ginny said.

"What?"

"Yep, but Ron told me that if I was sorted in there, he would disown me…so I begged the sorting hat to put me into Gryffindor, and it did."

"You should have let it put you in Slytherin," Draco stated.

"Why?"

"So that you could get your brother mad."

"Too bad I had enough fun doing that before I left," she smirked.

"What happened?"

"I told Hermione why I thought she was being friends with me, and she admitted it, and I told her that she was a filthy Mudblood and that I hoped the Dark Lord would kill her." She stated matter-of-factly.

"REALLY?" Draco asked, wide-eyed. "What did Ron do?"

"Tried to hex me," she smiled. "Tried, being the operative word—I happened to have Hermione next to me, so I grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of me—she got the full blast of a bat-bogey hex," Ginny laughed.

"Nice going," he commented.

"Thanks."

"You know," he began. "You really have changed."