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Chapter One
Ginny Weasley stood at the Quidditch Pitch, watching none other than Harry Potter
during his practice. She never failed to turn up for every of his practices, winter, summer,
autumn or spring, it didn't matter. Whenever you look out the window and see the
Gryffindor Quidditch team training, you'd always look a little closer at a bright red speck
seated at the stands watching with admiration.
It was awfully cheesy, the way she tagged along wherever the raven-haired boy went, but
he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to love all the attention he got from her. And it
was making a certain Slytherin sick to his stomach.
Draco Malfoy headed to the Quidditch Pitch on a cool autumn afternoon for Slytherin's
Quidditch practice. Gryffindor and Slytherin had to share the pitch for today, and Draco
was anything but pleased about this.
His blonde hair was blown back by the wind and the breeze tossed his Quidditch robes
gently. Holding his broomstick, the newest model, of course, Draco entered the pitch,
early as usual. As he had expected, the redheaded girl was there at her usual spot on the
stands, her long red hair slightly tousled by the autumn breeze and a smile playing at her
lips. Draco smirked.
Her innocence was indeed rather charming...
Draco mentally slapped himself. DRACO MALFOY, how could you even think such a
thing? Imagine what father would say! Shame on you!
Shaking his head slightly, Draco made his way up to where Ginny was at the stands.
Ginny's sight never left Harry's speeding Firebolt in the clear blue sky. Grinning, she
chuckled softly when Harry did a dive to practice his reflexes. Ginny sighed.
Such reflexes he's got...
"Hello there, Virginia," a charming voice interrupted her thoughts of Harry. Ginny
immediately broke her gaze away from Harry and whipped around to stare at the intruder.
Immediately she knew who it was, for there was only one person in Hogwarts who would
call her by Virginia...
Draco Malfoy, the most lusted after Slytherin in the whole school, and Ginny, now seeing
Draco up close, could see why. His silver blonde hair blew back as he grinned. He had
muscles in all the right places, a body to die for, and stormy grey eyes any girl could get
lost in.
Ginny snapped out of her shameful thoughts in an instant. "Malfoy, what are you doing
here? Can't you see I'm busy?" she said, a twinge of annoyance in her high-pitched voice
as she turned her attention back to Harry, "Watching Potter, I suppose," Draco said
snidely, but not with his trademark hint of sarcasm.
Somehow he found it near to impossible to say things to the fiery redhead positively
dripping with sarcasm. It was funny, really. No other girl had this effect on him, and yet,
this girl here, who was under a terrible spell of puppy-love with no special features,
could actually change his trademark way of speaking. But he looked closer at the girl
watching her idol, and he noticed things he never could from afar. Her green eyes
contrasted perfectly against her flaming red hair, and she seemed to have filled out over
the summer. The skinny childish girl he knew and loved teasing had transformed totally.
Now she was just like an entirely different person, charming and mature.
Ginny took her attention off Harry for long enough to notice Draco's fixed gaze on her.
"W-What are you staring at?" she snapped awkwardly. Draco opened his mouth to retort
a reply right back at her, but the Quidditch captain, Marcus Flint called for him. Looking
down, he saw the whole of the Slytherin Quidditch team waiting for him. Turning back to
Ginny, he simply said, "You've really changed a lot, and to be honest, you turned out a
lot better than I expected Virginia Weasley."
And with that, he whisked around and walked swiftly down the Quidditch Pitch to meet
his teammates, leaving a stunned Ginny Weasley staring wide-eyed after him.