He'd wanted alot of things in his life, most of which he got. Between being the son of a weathly man, with alot of undeserved respect, and being the ripe age of 17, now a legal adult..there wasn't much that young Draco Malfoy couldn't get his hands on. However, there was one thing..
"Aye, It's hot out here." Ronald Weasly, a tall gangly red headed boy whined. Wiping the sweat off his forhead. "Well duh it is Ron, it's only the middle of July." his younger sister, said rolling her eyes. "I know what month it is Ginny, I didn't ask you." Ron responded childishly. "Oh grow up the both of you." another voice came, that which belonged to none other than Hermione Granger. "She started it!" defended Ron, folding his arms over his chest as though he were going to have a tempter tanturm.Ginny rolled her eyes. "Would you just hurry up and get your trunks. Mum is mad enough that you overslept as it is Ronald." Ginny told him, pursing her lips slightly. Suprisingly Ron didn't agrue, but dissapeared inside the house. "It's about time he listens to someone." Molly laughed from the open kitchen window. "Hurry along dears, you're going to miss the train." she said, wiping her hands on her apron.
Once at the train station, Ginny sighed softly. She hated this part of the ride the most, finding an empty compartment. She checked in every one, not finding anywhere open. Hermione, Ron and Harry were sitting with Neville, which left her out. She didn't mind, she was used to it. She pushed her hand through her curly red mane, closing her eyes. She stepped forward, looking to find Draco Malfoy sitting alone, reading a book. 'There is no way you're going to ask him if you can sit with him. What are you thinking Ginny?' she asked herself, shaking her head. She licked her bottom lip, tasting the thin layer of gloss she had on it. There was no way her legs, or anyone elses for that matter, could stand for a nine hour train ride. Ginny pecked on the glass, watching Draco look up from his book, a smirk spreading across his face.
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Draco had been heavily into reading his book when he heard a noise. He looked up to find none other that the youngest of the Weasly children knocking on his compartment door. Had she not noticed it was him? Surely she had, though poor as one of his house elves, she was not dense enough to notice the pure white hair that rest onto his head. Surely she wasn't that stupid, was she? Oh well, he'd soon find out. His eyes shot over her body quickly, boy had she changed over the summer. She wasn't that scranny little Weasl anymore. She was a woman, a grown up Weasl. He thought, smirking. Her jeans fit her very loosely, her hips seemed to be the only thing holding them on. They were nice hips, too. Draco noted. Her T-Shirt was of a Muggle band, It was obviously worn out, since there was a slight tear in the side and a few holes on the side. Her beautful firey red hair fell down to her mid back..'What are you looking at her like this for Draco, she's a mudblood lover. Not to mention a Weasly.' he told himself. After all the thought he'd put into Ginny, he forgot to find out what she wanted. "Yes?" he asked, now standing up, his figure leaning against the frame of the compartment door.
"Can I sit?" Was all that she said to him. "You want to sit here, in my compartment..with me?" Draco replied dumbly. "No, I was talking to the person in the compartment, next to yours." Ginny rolled her eyes, sarcasim was one of her many talents. "There is nowhere else to sit, Malfoy." she told him, folding her arms, causing her shirt to rise up a bit more in the front, or at least this is what Draco saw. "Don't get smart with me, Weasly." he told her, a look of hate in his eyes. "And no, find your own compartment." Sighing Ginny picked up her trunk, pulling it away from where she'd been talking to Malfoy. Another Slytherin girl passed her, smirking some as she bumped into Ginny. Megan, she thought, sighing. A sobby girl, lesbian at that. Ginny had found herself kissing her once, but, they'd both agreed to keep that on the down low.