Hey fanfic Harry Potter fans! This is my first EVER fan fic, so please read and review! I am totally obsessed with Harry Potter… Mainly Draco Malfoy (but girls… who wouldn't be?) I have loads more coming in this, I just needed to start it off. Damn the 3 day waiting period! And im also really sorry about the screwed up layout of this… my computer wont let me change it! Please don't be angry!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter etc etc. I wish I owned Draco… mmmmmmm ;)

Chapter 1: Hunted

Deep in the grass that surrounded the bank of the lake, a certain Gryffindor lay, her eyes closed, her fiery red hair rustling by the soft autumn breeze that played across her face. She had found herself wandering to this same spot a lot lately, getting away from the hustle and bustle of the castle, avoiding the muffled whispers and anxious glances that had been thrown her way since the latest edition of the Prophet was released.

Ginny Weasley, no longer the naïve and unknown girl who once had a crush on the boy-who-won't-go-away-and-is-extremely-unfortunate-looking, (sorry, I just had to get that out of my system!) was now in her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and seemed to be getting even more attention than the famous Harry Potter himself.

All of this was due to a certain reporter who had not been able to keep her mouth away from her acid green quill for long enough to stop ruining peoples lives and reputations. Yet, she has done quite a poor job this time, Ginny thought. For she had not ruined her life, merely scratched her reputation with her chipped, crimson talons.

ARE HOGWARTS BOYS IN DANGER?

All young boy's who currently attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, have more to worry about than exams and homework, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Virginia Weasley,a sixth year currently attending the school, has come to build herself a rather fiery reputation.

'She really does get around you know.' says Pansy Parkinson, an intelligent and very modest girl in the 7th year, 'She's been with Terry Boot, Michael Corner, Ernie MacMillan, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Anthony Goldstein, Justin Finch-Fletchley and of course Harry Potter.'

On Friday of last week, your Daily Prophet reporter witnessed a rather public display in the Gryffindor Common room, where Virginia started yelling obscenities at the cowering figure of a red headed boy, obviously Virginia's latest catch.

Picking up boys and throwing them away like spare parchment is not only cruel but can build vicious rumours.

'Ginny isn't like that at all!' claims Luna Lovegood, a slightly unhinged girl and a close friend of Virginia's. 'People only say that they have gone out with her because she is beautiful and intelligent. I think it's a disgrace that people should say things like that about her!'(For a full account of the Lovegood's trip to Sweden to locate the mythical Crumple-Horned-Snorkack, turn to page 17)'

Maybe now, that Virginia's knows of her damage to these poor boys lives, she will think again before seducing the next innocent victim.

As ludicrous that all this was, Ginny had no idea why Rita would want to hurt her. She had only met her briefly, but that was when she was in a jar in Hermione's bedroom. Sure, Ginny liked to flirt, she couldn't resist leaning over a little bit more or hitching her skirt up a little bit when she spotted a guy eyeing her up. But honestly...'cowering figure of a red headed boy, obviously Virginia's latest catch?' Was it illegal to have a screaming match with her own brother?She had also dated Michael and Seamus briefly, but the others? What disturbed her more was the fact that some of the people named she would never dream of dating – she would much rather eat stinksap than go out with Ernie. And ever since the article was released, Neville had the habit of blushing furiously and dropping whatever he was holding when he spotted her.

But now, as she lay in the grass, deep in relaxation, away from the scandalised looks of girls and the persecuting stares of the boys, she was able to forget all about the article. She heard a slight rustling sound behind her. Opening her eyes for a moment, she looked up, listening intently. Certain it was only the wind; she closed her eyes and continued to relax. She stretched and yawned. No one knew her well thought out hiding place, or so she thought…

"Good Afternoon, Virginia."

Draco leaned against the entrance hall doors, pausing before he entered the grounds to spot any girls worthy of hunting. When he only spotted Loony Lovegood and that complete skank Pansy Parkinson, he flicked his silver haired head to face the lake. Something stirred beneath the grass, and a shimmer of golden light caught Draco's eye. Weasley. Draco smirked to himself. He noticed she had been wandering off alone a lot lately, trying to sneak away from all the calculating looks and muttering that had followed her around ever since the Daily Prophet article about her was released. But from what he knew of Skeeter, most of the article would be false, as he himself had given many interviews to tear that saint Potter's halo off his head.

Yet, there must be some truth to it, Draco thought. Because, she was, undoubtedly a flirt. Not with you, said a firm and truthful voice in the back of his head. Draco didn't know why, but he seemed to care a lot about the fact that his name was absent to the list of Ginny's love interests. Although he wouldn't admit it, he felt that the absence of his name in the article bought some doubt that not every girl in the castle wanted him. He needed something, something convincing to reinforce that he was the Hogwarts Sex God, to therefore reinflate his ego. And as he caught sight of the golden glimmer in the grass again, he ran his had through his slick, silver-blond hair and strode silently across the grounds.

As he came closer to the resting figure in the grass, he became slower – a hunter never gives away his position. His foot caught unexpectedly on an early fallen leaf, which crunched slightly. Ginny looked up, her gleaming almond eyes searching for a moment, then closed again. Draco bent silently down beside her, his lips an inch from her delicate peach coloured ear and he whispered:

"Good Afternoon, Virginia."

Thanks for reading! Please review, maybe give me some ideas of something that could happen if you are willing. Don't worry, there is definitely some D/G action coming and some evil…I know it doesn't seem that interesting now…. But the plot shall thicken…. Muahahahahaha.