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I got up sleepily the next day. Yesterday had been so long, it felt like ages since I had slept last. I got up and grabbed my books that way I wouldn't have to come back later. Ugh, my book bag is so heavy! I entered the Great Hall and felt someone's eyes on me. I looked over and saw Draco watching me. I smiled at him and he smiled back, and then I walked over to the Gryffindor's. It was a warm, sunny day as it should be. Harry motioned me over to sit by him.

"What's up, Harry?" I asked, sitting next to him.

"Um, Quidditch, you don't, err, mind playing Chaser or something, do you?" He asked uneasily. I laughed and patted his hand.

"Don't you worry; you are a much better Seeker than I am. You can have your position back. I would like to try out for Chaser." I said.

"Yeah, we need 3 Chasers and 2 Beaters. Harry has already been made Team Captain by McGonagall." Ron said, buttering some toast.

"Congratulations, Harry!" I said, also grabbing some toast. He just smiled and said "Thank-you," Breakfast went by without much happening, then it was time for History 5 and Transfiguration 6. I don't know how I was going to do Transfiguration 6 without doing the 5th class first. Maybe McGonagall would be nice to me today. I got up and went to History, which was a boring as ever. Then I went back and started to walk to Transfiguration with the Trio.

"How was, I mean is, I mean, how will be History?" Harry asked, confusing himself. I snorted very un-lady like and told him that it was a snore-fest as usual. We walked into Transfiguration when the bell rang and I went up to McGonagall.

"Um, Professor? I don't have Transfiguration 5 until tomorrow, so is this going to be much different today or will I be confused?" I asked. She gave me a small smile.

"I assure you, Miss Weasley, that I will go easy for today. I dare say you will catch on eventually." She said.

"Alright, thank-you," I said, turning around to sit down.

"So you really are doing your fifth and sixth year?" Pansy Parkinson asked.

"Yes," I replied simply, sitting next to Ron and behind Draco. A few whispers went around the class and I begged myself not to blush. It turned out that McGonagall didn't make us do much, and it wasn't confusing. Finally it was lunch. Then I went to Charms, which was okay I guess, then I went back and went with Hermione to Arithmancy, which is sort of like confusing math, sort of, not really, I guess, well, I don't know. It was dinner and Ron was stuffing his face as usual, and everyone was chatting merrily.

"You know what's funny?" I said, finishing off my pumpkin juice.

"What?" Ron asked.

"I have the Slytherin's in 3 of my classes tomorrow." I said. They laughed and joked around while dinner was being finished.

"See you guys later. I'm off to the Library." Of course they ignored me, so I sighed and walked to the Library and found my favorite table in the very back of it where usually no one sat. I heard footsteps and looked up.

"Oh, hi, Draco," I said, moving some of my books aside. He smiled.

"Hey, yourself," He said, sitting down.

"How are you?"

"Great and you?"

"Just peachy," I replied. We laughed and he pulled out some parchment. We worked on our homework, occasionally joking around.

"You know, the rest of the Slytherin's are impressed by you." He said suddenly. I looked up.

"Why?" he looked up and smiled.

"Because you don't seem the brainy type, that's all."

"Amazing, a Gryffindor impressing a Slytherin." I said. We laughed at this.

"You know what I have never told anyone in my life about?" I said, leaning in and whispering. He leaned in to and whispered back.

"No, what?"

"The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, and I secretly want to be in Slytherin." I said. He leaned back and smirked.

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"It said I had great potential, and I thought it might be exciting to be the only Weasley ever to be in Slytherin, don't you?" I asked. He smiled.

"Well, the hat was right; you sure have a lot going for you. And you are pure-blood; we wouldn't have minded you so much even though you are a Weasley."

"My point exactly." I said, leaning back as well.

"What would the rest of your family have to say if you ended up in Slytherin?"

"Ha, Ron would disown me, and who knows what the rest of them would say." I said, closing my book.

"Better Slytherin than Hufflepuff." He said.

"True, very true," I said, standing up. "I'm done, so I'm going to go to bed."

"Alright," He said, wrapping his arms around me and enveloping me in warmth. "Good-night, Ginevra." He said, kissing me.

"Good-night," I said, and then I gathered my things and walked to the tower. It was I think around 9ish when I got in.

"How was the Library?" Ron asked, playing Chess with Harry, who was losing. Funny, why are they on and off with paying attention to me?

"Loads of fun," I said, Harry laughed.

"Are you serious or sarcastic?"

"Serious, it was the best time at the Library I've had yet," I said, rearranging my book bag.

"Oh no, Ron, Ginny's turning into a mini Hermione," Harry said. The boys laughed while Hermione shot daggers at them.

"Oh, very funny, better me than Ron." Hermione said tersely.

"Hey, I resent that!" Ron said, beating Harry.

"Oh, shut-up Ron," I said, going to bed.