A/N: Whoa, like I'm so into d/g right now! I've found such great sites with artwork of them, and it just blows me away! Whoa…well don't worry yet my readers. I'm sure you all are waiting for that bloody smut! Oh its coming, in the later chapters. Trust me, it will pay for waiting for it. I guarantee it... Enjoy this ch3 and don't forget to read and review. xoxohpchik1xoxo

Draco arrived home hours later. He had his stuff in his arms, and hoped not to have to face his mother. On the walk home, he thought of nothing but Ginny. She was like poison, once it's in you, you can't get it out. No matter how hard he tried to stay away from her, he came running faster each time for more. He actually enjoyed being with her in Diagon Alley, it wasn't much of a friendly conversation though. Nonetheless, he enjoyed it and hoped to have more run-ins at Hogwarts. He stepped up to the porch, took a deep breath and walked in. To his relief, she was nowhere to be found. He went upstairs and put down his items. He then walked around to see if his mother was even home. He sighed, wanting to kill himself for another vision of him living happily with his family before heading into the kitchen. Using some small magic, he gathered a small feast for himself and ate in silence. Minutes later, he cleared his mess with a simple flick of his wand before heading back in his room. Once there, he decided to skim through his school books.

"Draco?"

Draco looked up to hear his mother. She must've come home, from another round of drinking games.

"Yes mother?" he sighed.

With that, she stopped talking and he sighed again while running a hand threw his hair. Draco was extremely bored, and decided to take a nap. He jumped on his bed, wrapped himself in his sheets and slept.

-Knock Knock-

No answer from his room.

-KNOCK KNOCK-

Draco was half awake, annoyed by his visitor.

"What?" he moaned.

"Someone's here to see you, and I don't like her around here."

Draco shot up, the sheets jumping off his body. Her, he asked to himself, feeling his heart beat faster.

"Well?" his other asked, sounded very aggravated.

"Ok, I'll see to it."

Draco got up, and headed towards the door. He opened it, and watched as his mother rolled her eyes before leaving. Draco made a rather unkind and rude hand gesture before running downstairs. On his way to the door, his heart and mind were racing. Could it be Ginny? But why, she hates me? She wouldn't be here, would she? He had his mind racing faster than his feet. He finally reached the door, and opened it using every muscle in his body.

"Oh, you." he snickered, heart disappointed to see Hermione Granger instead of Ginny.

"Yes, me. I'm come here to discuss something with you. Harry would've came, but if he id you wouldn't be standing right now."

"Oh please, I rather speak to a wizard than a filthy mudblood like you."

She twitched, but didn't pull out her wand or swing a punch like in their 3rd year. He was thankful for it.

"I'm not here to play games with you Malfoy. I need to find out whether you plan on coming to school and helping the Order or join the DA."

Draco laughed, why ask such a stupid question!

"You came here to ask a proposition?"

"Yes Malfoy. You have real close connections with the dark lord and avoiding killing Dumbledore showed what little bravery you actually have."

He laughed again, again adverting the thought of working alongside Ginny in the DA.

"The dark lord and I are much connected yes, but I'm sorry you can't have his number."

He grinned, and stuck out his tongue before closing the door. He laughed again, and stopped for his sides were hurting from laughing. What a git he said to himself, mocking her voice and question while walking upstairs.

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Weeks passed, and so did a month. The time came again to head off to school. Draco hated this day, especially this time around. He had all his stuff and headed out. Before he could leave his mother stopped him.

"Wait, there's something I must say."

He stopped, dropped his case and turned to her. She was exhausted, and he saw the dark rings under her eyes.

"Yes?" he asked, yet seeming to know the response.

"I know what you did last year. The kids all know too, and when you arrive there not going to be very happy about it. Dear Severus didn't even return this year for doing what he did. Anyways, I need you to ignore them. No one at that filthy school is your friend, not even your fellow Slytherin classmates. I'm sure some already fear you, if not then they will."

He continued to listen, wanting nothing more but to run from her.

"I know mother. I'm not a little child anymore."

Narcissa stood there, blinking a blank stare.

"I know Draco, but just don't attract attention. Get your year threw so after this you won't ever have to worry about Hogwarts again. You can work on joining the dark side and being a deatheater."

"So that's it? You choose my life path and career? Last time I checked, this was my life!"

Draco was pissed, and ready to attack. His mother stood there showing little, if any fear.

"It's your father who sets the ground rules for you Draco. I just abide by them, and help him with you."

Narcissa gave a coughing fit, and walked to the chair. She took a seat and rested her head in her hands.

"You should leave now, wouldn't want to miss the train."

Draco watched her, anger and hurt mixed in his body. He didn't know if to yell at her again or just leave. Obviously she didn't care about him, no one in his family did. That's how it always was; his parents were mentors who set the path to his life. He had no word in it, at one. He snatched up his case and glanced once more at his mother (who was silently sobbing) before walking head down outside and to the train station.

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The station was unexpectedly full. Parents surrounded the scene, all rounded near their children giving last minute talks and hugs. Draco disgraced it all and hurried to the train. He got in and looked around for Crabbe and Goyle. He passed a cabin and glanced in to see them talking with Pansy. He opened the slide door and found them staring at him in shock.

"You actually came this year?" Pansy shrieked, looking both happy and shocked.

"Well yeah. I'm still a 7th year Slytherin."

"We know, but look what you almost did to Dumbledore. The entire school knows and expected you to flee."

"So I'm a coward to you and everyone else? That's just fucking great!"

Draco didn't want to stay any longer so he turned and stomped out of the cabin. Fuming, he walked to find another place to sit. He bumped into lots of other years in the aisle, most giving sneer looks and making rude gestures. Draco ignored it all, yet fearing their faces at school. Whispers were heard and those in the cabin huddled, hoping he wouldn't walk in. Draco was furious, the only three people he could trust and talk to feared him! His mother was right; no one here is your friend. Draco walked passed a cabin, finding only one person sitting in it. He sighed in relief, but his heart skipped when he saw the person. It was Ginny, sitting alone reading a magazine. She looked greater than ever, filling in the spots that weren't really there last year. She more gorgeous than ever, he watched smiling as she keep fighting with a single strand that kept falling in her face. He took a deep breath and opened the door. She looked up, and to his ultimate surprise she just smiled lightly.

"Everywhere else is full? Wow, what a shock."

She smiled (his heart beating even faster) and she consumed herself back in her magazine. Draco stepped in, and threw his stuff up top. This made Ginny jumped, and he laughed.

"Sorry."

She gave him a quizzical look before going back to her magazine. Draco just stood there, not knowing if to start a conversation nor remain his true self and be rude. But he didn't want to be rude; he would save it for the icky trio.

"What's that you're reading?" he asked.

She looked up, and flipped the magazine so he could see the page she was on. It was an article on the known whereabouts of Voldemort.

"Doesn't that ever get boring to you?" he asked, looking rather interested.

"No, it means the world to me. I do want to remain safe and out of his reach. I think all of us do, even-" she stopped, and sat up again (she was leaning in towards him) and took her eyes off of him.

"Not you too, geez everyone here's afraid of me! It's not like I actually did it!" Draco waved his hands in the air, watching as Ginny looked up from her magazine with a concerned look.

"Did you really want to do it though?" she asked, finally dropping the magazine and leaning back in towards him.

"No, well…I don't know. It's complicated." Draco ran a hand threw his hair and leaned in towards her.

"We won't be at Hogwarts for awhile, take your time."

He looked at her in disbelief, she was actually allowing him to talk? Ginny Weasley talking to the Draco Malfoy? The one she and all her friends despise? Then gain, she was friends with some other Slytherin girls. She was surely unique, which made her more desirable to him even more.

"Well, I don't know how to put it. It seems everyone thinks I had a say in doing such a task, which I didn't! I never told my father or Voldemort himself yeah sure I'll kill the old man! I didn't say word in it, it was all between him and my damn father."

Draco ran a hand roughly threw his hair, while Ginny sat there listening intentionally.

"I never wanted to kill Dumbledore. I really didn't, but people just want to believe what was put threw the daily prophet! Those who saw what I did should know, Snape did it! He's the one who actually called the spell from his wand, not me! But no, all the kids here are going to say it was me and there going to kill me. Sometimes, I don't even know why I came."

Draco put his head in his hands, feeling defeat and knowing exactly why he came back. Memories of him crying in the restricted bathroom a year ago came into mind. He wouldn't cry now, not like this. Especially not in front of her, that's the last thing he be damned to do. These were his problems, and still surprised to see her staying and listening. He couldn't say anymore, the knot in his throat tightened.

"I believe you and if no one can accept that, then you have me."

Draco immediately look up, tears swelled in the back of his eyes. She was managing a small smile, and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He didn't move, his feet were frozen to the floor. His heart was beating quickly, and his mind was spinning out of control. Every time he thought of pushing her away and saying a true Malfoy remark, his body refused to do it. His body remained in place, and all it did for him was break a smile and one word.

"Thanks."

She nodded, and before returning to her magazine she gave him a small pat. She pulled away and returned to her magazine. Draco sat there in shock, his mind in a blur and his feelings all mixed up. They sat there for the rest of the train ride, him coming in every now and then mentioning more about not wanting to deal with the given task. Ginny always listened, and Draco soon realized she was a pure Gryffindor at heart.

"Why are you doing this?" he finally asked, moments away from Hogwarts.

"Doing what?" she asked, not looking up from her magazine.

"Helping me, listening to my problems? Being a..friend?" the word came out harder than he expected. Her, a Gryffindor, being his, a Slytherin, friend.

"Because, Dumbledore once said we should make friends with all, even with our enemies. Then shall we be strong and have the power to overcome anything."

Draco pondered the thought as she looked up and showed the expression of hope. Moments later the train stopped at Hogwarts. Draco went for his case, half expecting Ginny to take her luggage and leave. Instead she gathered, and waited.

"Want to walk with me? Most of my friends refused to come here this year. There parents made them stay home."

"Even Dean and Michael?" Draco asked, hoping for his answer.

"Yup, even them."

Draco smiled inside, and together they walked towards Hogwarts and in the carriages which took them to the school itself.

All around they saw the looks of shock and anger as Draco and Ginny together walked and stuck by each other to the point of the feast. She ignored them, and he was happy for it. Each time a student came near Draco and signaled danger, Ginny stepped by and shoved them away. Draco admired her for her actions, but held himself down from giving her a hug. He had to remain his true Slytherin self….besides he's a pure Slytherin. Right? The thought mingled in him as they went to Hogwarts and came involved with the feast.

"See you around." Ginny waved, heading towards Ron at the table.

"You too." Draco said, heading towards his own table taking a seat near Blaise who seemed to be unafraid of him. Draco was glad, somewhat and took a seat.

Once everyone was seated, McGonagall stood up to the front of the Hall and all went silent. She was to start the feast, and bring in (if any) first years.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Much is needed to discuss so listen carefully."

Then it begun.