Disclaimer: I can only wish that I had a Time Turner, and were able to find the idea before anyone else, but Harry Potter is not mine.

Draco approached the empty corridor cautiously.

You are only passing by to make fun of her and throw the ring away. Then we will proceed to insult her family, clothing, and any other thing we find distasteful, before exiting.

With this plan in mind, he sauntered out from the shadows and looked about, as if nonchalantly.

"Wow. You came. I wasn't expecting you to."

Draco turned, an affront forming on his lips, but he swallowed it as Ginny stepped into the light. She yawned, and he could see the bags under her eyes.

"You stayed up?" The question was too friendly, and so he added a 'Weaseley' hastily. She nodded.

"All the best. This is different from our normal model; I had a lot of adjustments to make. You're lucky it's a Sunday, Malfoy, else I'd kill you for marring my sleep. Take it, no need to pay. Bye!"

And before he knew it, she had pressed the ring into his hands and walked briskly away, probably back upstairs to catch a few winks.

Draco stared at the small trinket in his hands, and found that he had no desire to throw it out. A thought struck him then; no insults had been exchanged throughout the whole meeting. He'd talked to a Weaseley as is she were a friend!

Snarling, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room.

As he walked, he growled at anyone stupid enough to get in his way, especially in the current mood he was in. His journey to the Slytherin dungeon rooms left many trembling in his wake.

Halfway down the hall, he called the words, "Purebloods Are Superior," so that he strode into the room just before the portrait slammed shut. The room was empty, no doubt because it was the probably the last warm day they would get before it snowed, and everyone was out enjoying it.

"Gods, Draco, you look like a dragon ran you over. Where is it, so that I may congratulate the creature?"

"Sod off." Draco scowled and threw himself onto the forest green couch. From a spiral staircase came a boy of about his age, slightly spiky dark brown hair and pale green-blue eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, Draco. What's gotten you so riled up?"

"None of your business, Blaise." Draco turned his back on his best friend since they were in diapers, and glared at the stone wall in front of him.

"Just because the Weaseley girl managed to distract you long enough and leave without getting prodded by your sharp tongue doesn't mean you should be so angry."

Draco turned so suddenly he almost fell off the couch. "How did you know?"

Blaise backed into the shadows. "I'm Blaise Zabini, Draco. I know everything." He managed to keep a straight face before collapsing into laughter.

"You prat."

"Oh come on, Draco!" wheezed Blaise. "It wasn't that bad a trick. I swear, you looked like I was going to melt into the shadows at any moment! Really, you must calm down."

Draco absentmindedly fiddled with the ring still clutched in his hand. "But you still knew about the girl?"

Blaise shrugged. "I have my ways." He flopped down in the armchair across the room. "So why is she bothering you so? Even with the blasted rings, you shouldn't have let her go without at least one insult!"

"Didn't I tell you to sod off?" Draco seethed as Blaise laughed again.

"I think you need to rest. I've got to be going, some stupid first year Hufflepuff thought he could pour paint down Carina's shirt."

Draco smirked. Blaise was very overprotective if his younger sister, who was joining Hogwarts for the first time that year and had been inducted in Slytherin.

"Give him hell."

Blaise twirled his wand lightly in his fingers. "Oh, I will." And he strode out of the room, almost immediately blending into the walls so as to go unnoticed.

Draco really pitied the poor boy now.

He straightened, and without really thinking, slipped the ring onto his finger. In a moment, the swirls had melted into a weird, red-purple haze.

Draco was curious. "Play."

Father of mine

Tell me where have you been

You know I just close my eyes

And my whole world disappears

Father of mine

Take me back to the day

Yeah, when I was still your golden boy

Back before you went away

I remember blue skis

Walking the block

I loved it when you held me high

I loved to hear you talk

You would take me to the movies

You would take me to the beach

Take me to a place inside

That was so hard to reach

Father of mine

Tell me where did you go

You had the world inside your hand

But you did not seem to know

Father of mine

Tell me what do you see

When you look back at your wasted life

And you don't see me

"Stop." Draco didn't whisper the word. Rather, he yelled it. "STOP!" The ring immediately did so, and he collapsed onto the armchair, head in his hands.

"What is she doing?"

He cursed himself inwardly for taking the Weaseley girl's ring. She was right. She knew him more than he knew himself. He'd been thinking about his father again, scum that he was, and this jinxed trinket had picked it up.

He glanced a look at it now and found it to be blue and purple. With a mad roar, he ripped the ring off and flung it against the wall.

Who was she to tell him what he felt? How dare she use the trinket against him!

Furious, Draco shoved open the portrait hole, ignoring the cries of the picture's occupant. He all but ran up the stairs, stopping only when he reached the Great Hall.

"Damn Weaseley brat." He muttered, and ran a finger through his blonde hair. Casting a furtive glance around him, he opened the doors.

There was no one inside, save for a few people doing last minute studies, and some chatting girls. Angrily, Draco shut the doors and marched down the corridor, then up towards the Gryffindor common rooms. He took the steps two at a time, eagerly wanting to give the Weaseley brat a piece of his mind.

But he was almost at the Fat Lady's portrait before he realized he couldn't simply go barging in, demanding to see her. It's not like the damned woman would let him in anyway!

He slunk behind a suit of armor, pondering his situation. Moments later, the Fat Lady's painting swung open, and out stepped the brat's giggly friend. She was talking to Lavender Brown, Draco noted, as they descended the steps.

"…So she was really sleepy today." Soleil was saying.

Lavender frowned. "Why she would do something like that for Malfoy, I don't know. Where did you say she was?"

"In the library," Soleil replied. "She said she was studying for our Charms test, but I think she's having a cat nap."

Draco pressed himself against the wall as the girls passed, oblivious to his presence. As soon as they were out of sight, he practically sprinted down the staircase and turned right on a corridor. In a matter of minutes, he had entered the library.

"Now to find her…" he muttered. He walked quickly up and down the aisles, glaring back at Madame Pince as he stepped noisily. He finally found her, nestled behind a large bookshelf.

She was seated on a bench in the back of the R-S section, with her head drooping over a large Charms book. Her hair spilled about her face, and a window next to her made the bright red seem like streaks in her tresses.

For a moment, Draco was stunned. She didn't look so Weaseley-like when she was asleep. Her small mouth was curved into a smile, and her nose was wrinkled slightly. Her knees were draw up to her chest, so that she was half sitting, half lying down on the bench.

She stirred slightly, and Draco jumped, but she didn't open her eyes. In that moment of clarity, though, he regained his composure.

"Weaseley. Hey. Girl." Ginny didn't stir, and Draco sighed. He moved forward and shook her from her shoulder.

"Weaselette." She didn't move. "Ginny!" The last resort did nothing, and Draco drew himself tall. He grabbed her by both shoulders and said,

"Ginevra Weaseley, I command you to awake so that I may beat the living crap from you!" He let go, and she pitched forward.

Awkwardly, Draco threw out his arms. The Charms book fell to the ground, and he distinctly heard Madame Pince 'harrumph!' But her ignored it, and hoisted Ginny up.

"Malfoy?" Her voice is laced with sleep, but it startles Draco nonetheless. Quickly, he pushes Ginny down, and she looks up at him, now wide-awake.

"Malfoy!" She sounds confused. "What're you doing?" Her wide eyes take in the book, thrown haphazardly on the floor, Draco running his fingers through his hair and alternately glaring at her, and her surroundings. "What happened?"

Draco sighed. "Weaseley, are you too stupid to figure it out on your own? You were asleep. I tried to wake you, but you fell. I caught you. Good enough?"

Ginny nodded, although she was still perplexed. "But why were you trying to wake me?"

Draco drew back. He'd almost forgotten! "Right, well, about your ring!" And all his early irritation flooded back. "You think you're so smooth, Weaseley!"

"Yes, actually, I do."

Flustered at the quick retort, Draco stumbled, but continued. "You think you know me? I'm about to show you something I'm sure you don't know about me, Weaselette. Care to take a guess on what it is?"

"What, stupidity?" Ginny snorted. "I was having quite a nice nap, Malfoy, so unless you plan on actually making a point, could you please leave?"

Draco stared at her for a moment, before narrowing his eyes. "That ring. What did you do to it? It played a song, one I've never heard before, about a father."

"Father of Mine." Ginny replied. "I had the feeling it would be first. It's by a Muggle band, I wouldn't expect you to know it." She peered at his fingers. "I don't see it on you. Where is it?"

Draco sneered at her. "I threw it away, Weaseley. I couldn't keep something made so poorly. Poorly, the word seems to fit, doesn't it?"

Draco suddenly found himself on the floor. Ginny stood above him, wand out and eyes blazing. "It took me hours to make that, Malfoy! How could you? I hate you, you stupid, horrible, bratty demon! I wouldn't be surprised if you turn out like your father!"

And she ran out, leaving Draco on the floor of the library, still staring at where she had been before.