Disclaimer: These characters are not in any way mine, only the plot is mine. Plz dnt sue!

Ginevra Weasley woke up with a flinch, as a small stream of sunlight hit her directly in the face from the semi-closet crimson curtains. She didn't remember opening those. She glanced sleepily at her clock, noticed it was eleven thirty a.m. and promptly sunk back into the covers. Five minutes later she sat up with a start, frantic that she had missed her first class of the day, Potions. Of course, she was too sleepy to register the fact that it was Saturday.

Hurriedly, she glided into the bathroom and almost passed out in front of the mirror. Ginny was your average teenage girl. 5 foot 6, and by the looks of it, not getting any taller, which was fine by her. She had somewhat wispy hair, and a fair complexion. Her nose and cheekbones were lightly dusted with freckles, that had begun to fade over the years. She was fairly curvy, but hopelessly skinny. Guys never really took much notice of her, because she always lagged in the shadows of people, and covered herself with clothes. This didn't do much to boost her self-confidence, but that was the way it had always been, and, as she suspected, it was the way it was always going to be.

As far as Ginny could see, there was nothing special about her. She never noticed her own caramel eyes, how they seemed to glaze over with honey whenever she felt any strong emotions, such as anger, pain, happiness, or love. How, if a gaze as such was directed at them, she had the power to fill a boys mind with all sorts of thoughts about her. No, she was an ordinary Gryffindor girl alright. The only thing that was bothering her extremely, was that somebody seemed to have misplaced their hairspray, and as a result, her hair was neon green and silver. Not good.

"Shit." She whispered to herself.

Ginny stood outside the Great Hall, steeling herself for the grand entrance she was going to make. Gathering all her confusion and anger, she threw open the doors with an excruciating bang, earning the attention of quite a few students as well as teachers.

By the time she had made it over to her seat at the Gryffindor table, all eyes were on her. Or rather, her green/silver hair. As soon as she sat down, the whole hall began whispering, and snickering could be heard from the Slytherin side of the hall.

Surrounding her were a few Gryffindor members she didn't know, and Harry and Ron. Hermione was nowhere to be seen.

"Uhh..Ginny..-" her ever-annoying brother began.

"Yes Ron?" she asked sweetly, sarcasm oozing from her fake voice.

"Well, I don't know how to ask this, but why do you have greenish silver hair?" he asked nervously. It was never a good idea to upset his kid sister in the morning.

"I do? I hadn't noticed." She replied simply.

"I think you by all means should go wash it off." The Dense One said enthusiastically. Ginny raised an eyebrow at the speaker.

"Harry, don't you think I would have tried every method possible by now?" she asked, her voice void of any emotion.

"Well..I just thought-"

"You thought wrong." She snapped, standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

Heading out the doors at a fast pace, she bumped into Draco Malfoy. Her bag flew from her back, to land a few feet away at a wall. She lost her balance and toppled over backwards. Just as she was about to hit the ground, she felt a strong hand grab one of her flailing ones and set her gently upwards.

"Thanks" she muttered, looking down at the tiled ground. She never really knew what to expect from Malfoy.

"In the future, I'd watch who I bump into, Ginevra Weasley." He drawled.

Ginny gaped at him. That wasn't exactly a comment open for small talk, but she had expected something way harsher. And since when did he know her full name?

"Oh, and by the way, nice look. Green really goes good on you. I'll be sure to send my compliments to your hairstylist." He said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Glaring at him, she went and picked up her bag. When she turned around, he was gone.

He knew something she didn't. She knew it. And she was going to find out what.

Walking into the common room, she bumped into her best friend, Hermione. Seeing she was about to question her unique hair, she said simply,

"Don't ask."

Hermione closed her mouth and looked at Ginny hesitantly.

"I'll explain another time." Ginny said hastily.

"Uhh..sure thing..okay then." Hermione shrugged, and left for the way she had just come.

Ginny turned up to go up the stairs, but instead of going the usually way, to the right, she turned left and up the boys dorms. She had an errand to run, and it required an invisibility cloak.

Crouched under the cloak, Ginny had followed Malfoy through the whole school. He never spoke to anyone. Nodded once or twice to his fellow Slytherins, he walked on. As he turned a corner, a blur of purple and silver knocked right into him. A Hufflepuff. As the girl fell backwards, Malfoy just watched with a hint of amusement in his eyes. When she started bawling, he turned to go. Ginny felt the need to help the poor girl, but didn't. She had to follow the confusing blonde Slytherin.

As he got to the dungeon, he stopped suddenly in front of a portrait of a haughty, beautiful lady who looked to be in her mid-thirties.

"Ambitious blood." He stated, demandingly. The portrait immediately opened to reveal the Slytherin common room. Ginny followed without a word.

Stepping into the common room, Ginny noted Blaise Zabini approaching Malfoy.

"Did you see the Weaselettes hair today? It was bloody brilliant of you!"

Ginny gasped indignantly. So it was him!

Malfoy turned to look behind him, having heard the noise. Staring straight through Ginny and seeing no one, he turned back to Zabini.

"Well what do you expect? Of course it was. It was my idea, after all." He replied smoothly.

Ginny sat down in a corner, deciding she would stay there until she felt the need to leave.

At ten thirty sharp, Malfoy stood up.

'Finally' Ginny thought. Following him into his room, she looked around in awe.

Two king size beds were pushed together, obviously meant for a place to sleep, and not the whole size of his room. The huge thing only took up about a fourth of his room. A whole wall was filled with cabinets full of expensive clothing, another wall decorated with mirrors. The third wall was drowned in posters of random bands and actresses. The fourth wall had a door in the middle, which Ginny guessed was to the bathroom.

For the second time that day, Ginny sat down patiently, to wait for Malfoy to shower and get ready for bed. She felt the urge to peek when he was showering, but thought it very inappropriate so she didn't.

At last, he was asleep. The girl in the shadows took out her wand.

"Accio red hairspray." She stated calmly.

Finishing with her masterpiece, Ginny stepped back to admire her work. Malfoy's hair was no longer blonde, but more red than hers was before the idiot decided to color it green. His nails were also sporting a crimson color, that fit quite nicely with him complexion. On his forehead, written in permanent red ink, were the words "I Adore Ginevra Weasley."

Grinning wickedly, Ginny retreated to her common room for her much-needed sleep.