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I got woken up by mum at about 7:30 ish on September 1st. Everyone save the twins were rushing to get ready.

"Mum, where are my socks?" Ron said, pulling a shirt over his head.

"In your hands, dear." She replied, making toast in the kitchen.

"Ah, I've lost my shoes." Harry said, looking under his bed.

"They're right here, Harry." Hermione said, finding them next to Ron's bed.

"Dad, are the cabs coming soon?" I called to dad, trying to stuff my books in my trunk.

"In a half hour or less!" He called back, hastily tying his shoes. It was chaos. At least it wasn't as bad as my first year, when 7 of us Weasley's and Harry were rushing. We were so late that year that we got there at the station just before the train left.

"Is everybody ready?" Mum called to everyone.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Almost!"

"Hold on!" We all called separately. After about five more minutes of last-minute packing, the cabs came and we stuffed ourselves and our trunks in. It was a very boring ride, because, naturally, the boys talked about nothing except Quidditch. We arrived at the train station at 10:43 and we rushed to get carts.

"Alright, Molly, you and Ginny first." Dad said. Mum and I pushed my cart straight through the brick barrier and onto Platform 9 3/4. I sighed, I was finally going back. I pushed my cart until I found a compartment about ¾ the way down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came behind me talking. Dad helped me load my trunk onto the train, and then the whistle blew.

"Good-bye all," Mum said, kissing every one of us.

"Good-bye, have a great year." Dad said, hugging me. We all waved good-bye and sat down just as the train started to leave.

"Well, I suppose we should go to the front of the train." Hermione said, standing up.

"Yeah. Bye Harry. We'll be back later." Ron said, also standing. I stood up to and waved to Harry and walked out of the compartment, heading to the front compartment. We walked in and sat down. Everyone else was there also.

"Alright, we're going to decide on our passwords. So, Gryffindor over there, Hufflepuff over there, Ravenclaw there, and Slytherin there." The Head Boy Thomas Stromberg said. The prefects separated into their places and started debating on their passwords.

"I think we should do jelly slugs."

"No, let's do rabbit's ear."

"No, that's too girly. Let's do red Quaffle."

"Well of course." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Why don't we just think of something we all can agree on?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno,"

"How 'bout Bon surmontera le mal?" I said, referring to my favorite saying from something I read in a book once. Even though it's very fiction, I still like to think about it.

"That's cool. What does it mean?" Thomas asked.

"It means Good shall overcome the evil." I said.

"Alright, let's do that. Agree, everyone?" He said. Everyone agreed and we wrote it down on a piece of paper. I was just thinking how clever I was when I remembered about Neville. Poor, forgetful Neville. He would never remember the password. He really should write it on his hand or someplace like that.

I looked around the compartment and saw some people I knew, like Michael Corner and Luna Lovegood. I turned my eyes towards the Slytherins and saw Draco Malfoy, looking smug as usual. He looked up and caught my eye. I glared at him and looked away. Why waste my eyes looking at him?

About an hour later after all the instructions and lectures, we were allowed to leave. Hermione, Ron, and I came back to our compartment to find Harry, Neville, Dean, and Seamus playing Exploding Snap. Ron started playing too and Hermione pulled out Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 and started reading. I immediately got bored and pulled my robes out of my trunk to put them on.

"I'm going to wander around for a bit." I told Hermione.

"Okay, Ginny," She said, although I don't think she really cared.

I walked down the compartments, trying to find someone I wanted to talk to. I walked down to the very end of the train to the last compartment and walked in. There, sitting in the corner, was Draco Malfoy, with the absence of his usual cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Just as I was about to wonder where all his friends were, he looked up. Our eyes locked once more.

"What are you doing here, Weasley?" He said softly. I was pulled out of my shock by his soft tone.

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing, except I was going to say "Where are your body guards?""

"What's it to you?" He said, a little harshly.

"Nothing, sorry for barging in, I'll be leaving." I said, turning around.

"You don't have to leave." He said quietly. I turned around and looked at him. He was looking out the window.

"Okay, I won't." I said, sitting down across from him and looking out the window too.

"Ever wonder why the evil keep doing what they do even though they know that they'll eventually get caught?" He said suddenly, startling me. I hesitated for a second before answering.

"Yes, I do."

"Why don't they just give up?" He asked more to himself than to me. It suddenly dawned on me that he was talking about his father. Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater, a follower of Lord Voldemort.

"I guess it's cause they are too scared to give up." I said.

He jumped up suddenly. "My father is not cowardly!" He said.

"I wasn't implying that he was," I said, recoiling slightly. "I just think that your father, as well as the other Death Eaters, knows that they'll get killed if they don't follow Voldemort."

He blinked, and then sat down. "What makes you think that my father is a Death Eater?"

"I saw him in the Ministry of Magic in June, if you don't recall. He tried to kill me for the second time, with the rest of his fellow Death Eaters." I said, slightly annoyed and angry.

"Oh," He said. We sat there in silence for a minute or so before I spoke again.

"Are you, you know, I mean, are you going to, um, going to, er, how do I put this?"

"Am I going to become a Death Eater like my father?" He finished for me.

"Er, yes," I said, going red.

"I dunno. But I don't really have a choice, now do I?" He said. I knew that he was serious, there was no denying it.

"What 'bout your father? What has he got to say about your decision?" I asked.

"He has everything to say 'bout it."

"Aren't you worried 'bout what he has to say? 'Bout what he'll do?"

"No. He can do whatever, it's not my choice."

"So he really wants you to?" I asked. Why do I sound so interrogative?

"Yes and so does Voldemort. They believe that I've great potential. I'm to be Voldemorts' right hand man once father is gone. They even think that if Voldemort dies, that I will take his place."

"Wow,"

"Yes, it is rather."

"You don't seem all that bad."

"I'm not the same person you see on the outside. I'm really not all that bad. It's just the way I was brought up. I was brought up to despise muggles and mud—sorry, muggleborns. I was taught to hate you and the rest of the Weasley's, although they never really did anything to me. I was tutored to act smug and superior, and look down upon everyone just because I was pureblood. I was told that everyone else was beneath me, that no one deserved my attention. I never learned anything that normal people know about life, like how to make real friends and how to laugh or love. I was deprived of a normal life, all because I was born a Malfoy. I bet your parents love you and wouldn't force you to do things you didn't want to do, or hurt you in any sort of way. I assure you, money does not buy happiness, and pureblood doesn't get you a good life. You have it all, Weasley, even if you don't think so." He took a deep breath and stopped speaking. I turned over what he said and tried to respond.

"Wow, I never knew that about you. I -- I'm sorry that you were brought up the way you were, and I'm sorry that you have who you have for a father. What do you mean by hurt? Physically?"

"Yes,"

"No, they have never hurt me. Did your father used to hurt you?" I said, suddenly scared of what his answer might be if it was "yes."

"Yes. He used Cruciatus on me, and locked me in his dungeon as punishment. He doesn't lock me away anymore, but he still uses Cruciatus." He said, wincing and looking away.

"Wow, I'm so sorry, Malfoy. I had no idea. Why don't you report him?"

"Ch. It'd be his word against mine. He would win that battle."

"Oh," I said. We sat there quietly then he spoke up.

"Do you remember that time when we were about 5? We were in Diagon Alley and we tripped over each other. I helped you up, but you had a scratch on your face, and I had one on my elbow."

"Yeah. I remember that day." I said, thinking back.

"I helped you up,"

"And you looked at me and blushed," I giggled.

"And I said that you were really pretty," Malfoy blushed slightly.

"And I said that you were cute,"

"And my father dragged me away. But I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay and be with the intriguing little girl, but my father told me that you weren't worth my time and that I should forget about you." He said, looking at his lap.

"Really? And did you forget about me?"

"No, I thought about you all the time after that. Then in my second year you came to school but I was afraid to talk to you." He said, looking up at me.

"Why?"

"Because I was forbidden to associate with you Weasley's."

"Oh," I said. So he thought about me a lot? Hmm.

"Is that why you were so mean to me? Because you had to be?" I asked. He looked from the window back to me.

"Yes and no. I was mean to you, yes, because that was what was expected from me. But I was also mean to you because I was jealous."

"Jealous? Of who?"

"Potter. I was angry that you liked him and not me, so I was mean to you. And also that you got him a Valentine, and not me." He said, really blushing this time and looking back out the window.

"Oh, now I understand." I said.

We sat there in silence once again, until he spoke again.

"You know, you aren't what I thought you were." He said.

"Well, maybe you should get to know people better." I said, looking out the window.

"Yeah, maybe I should." He said. We sat there in silence yet again until I heard footsteps coming toward our compartment. We both turned our heads to the door just as it opened. Ron walked in, followed by Harry and Hermione.

"Ginny?" Ron said, looking from me to Malfoy. "What are you doing here with him?"

"He invited me to stay. Got a problem with that?" I said, standing up.

"Invited you to stay?" Ron said with disbelief.

"Yes, but I did not invite you to stay, however. Get out." Malfoy said, also standing.

"Who said that I had to?" Ron said, challenging Malfoy.

Malfoy's eyes flashed dangerously. "I did."

"Well, maybe I don't want to." Ron said, taking a step forward.

"Ron!" I said, stepping between him and Malfoy. "Don't do something you'll regret later." He blinked at me then frowned.

"What, sticking up for him now?"

"No, just trying to make you see sense. Just go, Ron, just go."

"And leave you with him? Alone? I don't think so."

"Honestly, Ron, he won't kill me or suck my blood, it's just Malfoy. Besides, we were discussing important things until you came in"

Ron laughed. "Like what?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Ha, what runs through your mind, Ron? Just go away, I thought you trusted me. It's not like we were snogging or anything."

"I do trust you. I just don't trust him." He said, jerking his head in Malfoy's direction.

"Well, then, just, just go! Leave, now! Or I'll tell mum about what happened when—"

"Fine! I'll leave! Let's go." Ron said, going red in the ears and turning to walk out. Hermione sighed and followed Ron, while Harry gave Malfoy and me a strange look before closing the door.

"Did he really think that you would snog with me?" He said, laughing as he sat back down. I could have sworn he sounded almost hopeful though.

"Probably. Ron, he's always jumping to conclusions. He drives me insane. He is so overprotective. He would kill anyone who dared to try to come near me, let alone date me. No wonder guys won't ask me out, they're afraid of Ron and his famous temper."

"That's funny. I always thought that the reason you never dated anyone was because they were too shy to ask." He said, eying me thoughtfully.

"Now that's funny. The real reason guys don't date me is because of Ron, not because of me."

"Sure," He said. The train came to a stop and we exited off the train.

"Mind sharing a carriage with me?" He said, opening the carriage door once we got there.

"Not at all, thank-you." We rode in silence as we got up to the castle. I glanced over at him and looked at him. He definitely didn't look as though he went through pain and torture at home. He looked sad though, but an angry sort of sad. I heard that bullies were bullies because of the way they were treated at home. Maybe it was the same with him? Maybe he acted cruel and heartless because of his father. Although he already told me it was the way he was raised that made him like that. But somehow I think that I am right. I looked at him and I really noticed that he looked different from last year, though I never really saw him up close before. He really did look like his father, in a strange uncanny sort of way. He resembled him a lot. He was about 6'0" now, and was lean but strong looking. He looked at me also and our eyes locked. His eyes were so icy. A blue-silver mass that was so cold that I shivered slightly. I wonder what made his eyes that way? His eyes were fascinating, like you wanted to explore it. Almost as if it was some unknown mass of land, like Antarctica.

"What?" He said, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Nothing," I said. I blushed and looked away. We arrived at Hogwarts and I heard him sigh. I guess Hogwarts was a sanctuary to him, a place to get away from it all.

"Does it feel good to be back?" I asked him as he helped me out.

"Yes, it most certainly does. At least I can do things here." He said, walking up to the castle. I followed him until we entered the Great Hall.

"Well, see you later I suppose." I said.

"Yeah, see you." He said hopefully as he headed to the Slytherin table as I went to the Gryffindor one. I used to think he was cute as a kid, I remember always thinking about him.

FLASHBACK

"Ouch!" Two kids said, as they tripped over each other.

"Oh, sorry. Ow I'm bleeding." I said.

"I'm sorry, yeah I'm bleeding too." A little boy said. He got up and held out his hand. I took it and he helped me up. He was average for a 5 year old and had short platinum blonde hair.

"Thank-you, mister." I said.

"You're welcome. Wow, you are really really really pretty, you know that?" He said, looking at me with awe. I laughed.

"And you're really cute," I said. He blushed and mumbled thanks as a man came up behind him.

"Draco? What are you doing?" The man said.

"Ginny? Are you okay? Oh, good afternoon, Lucius." My daddy said.

"Good day, Arthur. Come, Draco, We're leaving." The man said.

"But daddy, I want to play with the pretty girl." The boy name Draco said.

"No, we're leaving," The man said, turning to walk away.

"Bye, pretty girl," The boy said, kissing me on the cheek and following his father's retreating back. He looked over his shoulder with a sad look, like he would rather stay there.

"Bye!" I said. My dad took my hand and we walked back over to my mum and brothers.

"Daddy? Mummy? Who was that cute boy? Can I invite him to play someday?" I asked, but my dad was already shaking his head.

"That was a Malfoy. You do not want to play with him, he is a bad person."

"Oh," I said. But I thought about him everyday after that.

END FLASHBACK

I would always think about the boy after that. I only saw him once more again after that a few years later.

FLASHBACK

"Pretty girl? Is that you?" A boy of about 8 said to me.

"Malfoy, was it?"

"Yes. Weasley?"

"Yes,"

"I remember you. But my father says that I shouldn't talk to you, so I'm going to go before I get punished."

"No, don't go," I pleaded with him, grabbing his hand. He looked sad, but kissed my hand and walked away. I thought about him even more after that.

END FLASHBACK

I remember in my 1st year how angry he made me. I stopped thinking about him and paid more attention to Potter, even though the little boy still lingered in my head.