Author's Note: Not much to say, except I was looking for some of my favorite stories to put them on my actual favorites list, and so I looked for stuff by Ace of Spades (I guess it has a 1 on the end, I hate that) but when I went to her site, there were only like two stories!!! What happened??? Anyone know???

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Oh and btw, a bunch of people have commented on Ginny's sn. That is just my email address at yahoo, and the pink monkey part belongs to my friend, Jessica, or on here, ScrewyLouie12. She made up a little song last year, that goes a little something like this:

Are you a pink monkey? I'm a pink monkey. Wee-ooh wee-ooh wee-ooh wee-oh, Pink monkey.

Well, if you hear it sung, it actually sounds pretty cool. Thank you Jess, I'm sorry I didn't give you props earlier.

Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead! (I.E., read on!)

You've Got Mail: Ch.4-Train Rides and Announcements

(Oh yeah, as to the person, gee, I wonder)

Actually, Ginny didn't even realize she was sitting on a person until a pair of strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against an obviously male torso (not that way!!! Out of the gutter, people). A husky voice reached her ears, the person's breath hot against her neck.

"I never knew you to be so desperate, Weasel. Finally over Potty head?" He drawled, and Ginny immediately shrieked and attempted to shoot out of Draco Malfoy's lap. His arms were still around her waist, so she fell back against him, and immediately started squirming and trying to shove his hands away from her hips.

"Get the hell away from me you perv!" She yelled.

She could almost feel him start to smirk. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who sat on me Weasel, and I have to tell you, don't squirm. It does the opposite of what you want, if you know what I mean," he told her. She knew what he meant, and immediately fell still. "That's better."

Ginny scowled, and when she felt him start to move his hands up, that was the last straw. With a surprising jump twist, she managed to turn her body half around and elbow Draco. Right in the family jewels.

Ron would have been so proud.

***

Draco scowled at the redhead currently sitting near the window. She was looking so utterly smug, smiling at the pages of the book she was reading. His scowl deepened. And then there was him, on the other side of the compartment, wincing every time the train jolted and holding a big bag of ice against his crotch.

God were her elbows sharp.

The train went over a big bump, and Draco let out a loud groan/yelp at the pain. Ginny's smile widened-Draco later swore he saw her smirk for a second-and he gave a warning growl. Any other girl would have recognized the signs of a very angry Draco and backed off, but not Ginny. She was too caught up in her own world of gloating to notice or even care.

God I need some whisky, he thought desperately, and shut his eyes, thinking happily of all the stashes of liquor he had at Hogwarts. He'd be near them soon. He thought for a second, then realized something. Sleep. That would pass the time very quickly.

So, with that idea in mind, he settled himself into a comfortable position, wincing when he had to shift his legs. He leaned against the headrest, trying to clear all thoughts of pain from his mind so he could doze.

There was a big crash, and before he could even fully comprehend what was happening, he was on the floor, the ice bag had split and the ice scattered, and Ginny's book was flying into the already sore area while Ginny herself hit the carpeted ground next to him.

Draco saw stars explode inside his vision.

"Mother fuck," was all he managed to gasp out.

Next to him, Ginny managed to push herself off the floor, and get herself into a sitting position. She too had been dozing, and was less than thrilled to be so rudely awakened. This was already turning into the train ride from hell; all the compartments with her friends were full, she had sat on Draco Malfoy, who had acted like a pervert while insulting her at the same time. Then, after she elbowed him, they still had to stay in the same compartment since there was nowhere else. Ginny had checked. Twice.

And now the stupid train had stopped. And oh, there went the lights. Great, she thought bitterly. Next to her she could hear Draco try to get up, and when the train lurched slightly again there was a minute or so of confusion.

"Ow! Weasley, get off me!"

"Shut up, ferret, I'm trying!"

"Not very hard apparently. Hurry up, you're no feather."

"Watch that hand, Malfoy!"

"Ah, ice down pants, ice down pants!!!"

"Quit movi-I said watch that hand!!!"

Then, the lights flickered on, and Ginny looked up, only to see Draco's chest right in her face. He was practically laying on top of her, and as soon as they both realized the position they were in, they both scrambled to move, Draco accidentally touching her hand.

Eww, Weasley germs, now I'll have to burn my hands, he thought with disgust, conveniently forgetting that when she when she was on his lap he had no qualms about touching her.

Ginny was thinking things along the same lines, except replace 'Weasley' with 'Malfoy', and 'hands' with 'entire body'. Once they were both up, Ginny retrieved her book and Draco held up his ice bag sadly, before they resumed their seats on opposite sides of the compartment, glaring daggers at each other.

Draco muttered a spell, and instantly crystals began to form from the water in the bottom of the bag. When it was full, he sighed in relief and placed it again against his privates, shuddering slightly and closing his eyes again.

Ginny stuffed her fist into her mouth, trying but failing to stop the laughter bubbling inside her. Draco cracked open one eyelid to glare at her. That just made her laugh more. Shaking his head while he thought of idiotic girls who do nothing but giggle, he settled back again, and tried to go to sleep.

This was going to be a long train ride.

***

Most of the ride passed by uneventfully, except for little snide remarks and the occasional attempted slap (which Draco dodged easily; Quidditch paid off in the long run), until, finally, they heard the voice announcing that they were approaching Hogwarts and that students should change into their robes.

Ginny sighed in relief. She was beginning to think they'd never get there. "Get out, I have to change," she snapped at Malfoy.

To her surprise, he didn't even argue, or make some nasty comment, he just walked out without a word. Ginny arched an eyebrow at this, but wrote it off as Malfoy contrariness. Or he had some evil plot in mind. You could never tell with these devil types.

She changed quickly, and yelled that he could come back in. He did so, already in his robes, and they sat, once more, in total silence, waiting for the train to come to a halt. When it did, Ginny rushed out of there as quickly as possible, happy to find her friends and leave Malfoy.

Ginny was searching frantically through the crowd for any of her friends, and sighed in relief when she spotted Colin and their other best friend Aimee Lynndon getting out of a compartment a little ways away from hers. Aimee glanced to the side and shrieked in joy, obviously having seen the long red hair easily despite the crowd.

"Ginny!!!" She screamed, running towards her friend.

"Aimee!!!" Ginny shouted back, and they met in the middle, hugging fiercely. Aimee was half Muggle, and lived in a very Muggle neighborhood, making owl post impossible. In addition to that, Aimee went away to camp for a long time, so the girls hadn't seen each other in a long time.

They stopped hugging to actually talk like normal people. Aimee was very tanned, which made her short, choppy blonde hair and bright blue eyes stand out even more. Ginny commented on that, earning a laugh from her friend.

"It was camp, we were outside surfing almost everyday!" She told Ginny.

That intrigued her. Ginny had never been to camp, so naturally she wanted to hear all about it. The three of them climbed in a carriage, and were joined by Dennis Creevey. The talk shifted gradually from Aimee's summer to Colin's, then Ginny's. She told them excitedly about her new computer, even pulling it out of her bag to show them. All three knew a good computer when they saw it, so they oohed and ahhed at it, complimenting Arthur Weasley on his good choice.

"Turn it on, I want to see what it can do," Aimee urged her excitedly. Ginny grinned and pressed the on button.

It was like that first day she got it all over again. No matter what she tried, it wouldn't turn on. Ginny sat back with a dejected sigh. Now she'd never be able to talk to Dragon again! What would he think?

Aimee and Colin noticed their friend's sadness and took over, trying to think of all the possibilities that would make a computer shut down.

"Does it need any outlets?"

"No, Dad made sure it was wireless except for the charger."

"When did you last charge it?"

"This morning."

"Did it fall or break somehow recently? Like on the train?"

Ginny shook her head. Once the train had started again, that was the first thing she had checked. It had been in her bag still, safely tucked away and unharmed. Colin and Aimee sat back from looking at the computer, sighing as well. That was when Dennis first spoke.

"Um Ginny?" He asked her shyly, and she looked up, startled. Dennis was always rather quiet, and he had barely spoken a word the entire carriage ride. "I think I know what the problem is."

Ginny's eyes lit up. "You do?" She asked excitedly, and when he nodded, Ginny's face split into a huge grin. "Well then what is it?"

Dennis looked rather solemn as he explained. "I read Hogwarts: A History last year, and it says in it clearly that no electronic like devices will work in Hogwarts grounds. Sorry Ginny," he finished, looking at her nervously.

Ginny's face fell, and she sighed again before taking her computer back. "Well, I guess I can't do anything about that, then. Oh well," she finished as she started to put her computer back in her bag. Aimee shot Colin a surprised look; she didn't understand why Ginny would care that much. Colin mouthed the words 'tell you later,' and Aimee nodded. Colin turned his attention back to Ginny, and tried to cheer her up.

"It'll be okay, Gin," he told her, and she looked at him with sadness.

"Do you think so?" She asked quietly.

Colin nodded and slung a friendly arm around her shoulders. "I know so. When we get to Hogwarts, we can talk to Dumbledore and see if he can make an exception for you. I'm sure he will," he reassured the redhead, and she instantly perked up, hugging him back and telling Aimee excitedly all about Dragon.

Aimee was a great listener, gabbing with her friend happily long after Dennis and Colin had sat back in disgust at all the girl talk. Ginny was halfway through telling her a joke Dragon had said when the carriage rolled to a stop outside the Great Hall. They walked out quickly, and Ginny stopped her story to gaze at the huge form of the castle. She sighed in relief. It was good to be home.

***

Ginny yawned into her treacle pudding. The Sorting Ceremony was complete, the feast was almost over, and Ginny was more than ready to get back to her room and sleep.

Oh, but I have to talk to Dumbledore, she remembered suddenly. As much as she wanted to log on and talk to Dragon, she was just too tired. Oh well, I'll make it quick.

Dumbledore stood, and rang a little silver bell to get their attention. "Excuse me, students, I know you are all ver tired and anxious to get to your rooms," here his eyes twinkled as he looked out across the hall, his gaze lingering on the few students dozing at their tables, "but I have two small announcements to make. This year's Head Girl and Boy will be none other than Hermione Granger of Gryffindor and Draco Malfoy of Slytherin," he told the hall, and it immediately erupted in a mixture of cheers and boos. Many craned their disbelieving faces to look at Harry Potter, shocked that he wasn't chosen. Harry looked down at his plate, embarrassed at the attention, yet secretly happy so many agreed with him and thought he should have won the position of Head Boy.

Hermione, glowing pink with pleasure, and Draco, wearing his usual scowl/smirk, stood up, and walked to the front to receive their badges. When they had returned to their seats and the cheers had died down, Dumbledore stood again.

"The other announcement I have to make is regarding your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this year. As you well know, we have had some, problems, with securing a steady professor. We were very fortunate this year. He will be coming tomorrow morning, so you will see him in class for the first time. Your DADA teacher for this year will be the world-acclaimed vampire hunter Boris Ivanovich (A/N: cheesy I know, but I suck at name stuff). I am sure you will all make him feel welcome at our humble school," he added with a sterner look, eyeing the excited and some unnerved students.

Ginny arched an eyebrow. Vampire hunter, huh? It sounded cool, but she had no idea if he was a good teacher or not. Ginny didn't always do too well in DADA, but when there was a good teacher (like Lupin, she had loved him), she could ace it easily. So naturally, she had her doubts about this guy. It seemed like she was the only one.

"Wow, a real-life vampire hunter! I wonder if he'll show us some cool tricks," Seamus asked Dean excitedly.

"Yeah, he'll probably have tons of cool stories!" Dean agreed enthusiastically.

On her other side, Ginny could hear Ron, Hermione, and Harry talking excitedly about what they'd learn that year.

"Wow, this is more exciting than having an ex-Auror, or a werewolf as a teacher! This is going to be the best year ever!" Ron told Harry through a mouthful of pie.

Hermione grimaced and handed him a napkin before putting her two cents in. "I'm sure this will be very educational, but I'm not so sure about this being the best year ever. Malfoy's Head Boy, and that just spells trouble."

"Wha' o' ou' mea'?" Ron asked her with a confused look on his face (or he could just be trying to swallow the huge hunk of cookie in his mouth, Hermione couldn't tell).

She pursed her lips in a remarkable imitation of McGonagall. "Well, the Head Boy and Girl have a lot of power in Hogwarts. They know its secrets, like passageways and hidden rooms, they know the important news, and hold almost as much power over other students as teachers. Like the power to deduct House points, and give detentions," she finished with a grim look.

Harry and Ron gasped, both with their forks halfway to their mouths. Malfoy, with the power to punish them. Now that was the stuff of nightmares.

A little ways away, Ginny cringed at the thought. Merlin, she could just see him strutting around the castle, barking orders at people and randomly taking points off. There was no chance to win the House Cup for Gryffindor this year.

"Isn't there anything you can do, Hermione?" Harry asked desperately, almost reading Ginny's mind. She craned her body to hear them better, all tiredness forgotten at the horrible prospect.

Hermione sighed. "I'll try. All I can do is attempt to make sure that he has a legitimate reason for any punishments given out. But it'll be hard. I wish you could just have been Head Boy, Harry, I don't see why you didn't get it," she pouted.

Ginny was surprised at that too. In fact, almost everyone in the hall was pondering that question, except maybe for Malfoy himself.

***

Draco sat at Slytherin table, picking at his dessert. Next to him, Pansy was doing her best to look desirable, but that was easily ignored. Earlier she had attempted to congratulate him on becoming Head Boy, but he had brushed her and her offers of 'spending time together' easily.

He didn't want to celebrate. He was happy about becoming Head Boy, sure, but he knew it would make this year a lot harder than it already would have been. He knew others thought Potter should have won the position, but he didn't deserve it.

Did Potter know five different ways to vanish a person off the face of the earth? Did Scarface know over half the medical potions ever invented? Could the Boy-Who-Was-Too-Damn-Stubborn-To-Die take down a century's worth of protective wards in less than ten minutes, in total darkness?

Draco didn't think so.

All that and more made Draco more than qualified to be Head Boy. Granted, none of the students knew this, or how he had learned it. Hell, Draco himself would like to forget. Learning with Lucius Malfoy wasn't exactly the most pleasant of experiences.

Next to him, Pansy flipped her highlighted hair over her shoulder, adjusting herself so Draco could see more of her cleavage. He didn't even blink. Merlin, he thought with disgust, you screw the girl once and she never leaves you alone again. The bell rang signaling the end of dinner, and Draco stood with relief. He was dead tired, but he still had a lot of work to do.

He walked to his room; the luxurious Head Boy suite located only a hallway and a secret passage or two away from the kitchens. Perfect for midnight snacks.

The room's main drawback was its neighbor. The Mudblood would be right next door to him. He shuddered at the thought, before shrugging as he reasoned with himself. She'd probably be in the library or her Common Room all the time, hanging with the rest of the Dream Team. The Dream Team, ha, what a pathetic waste of air.

He pulled off his robes and shoes, falling back against the fluffiness of his bed. He had a while to rest before his midnight patrol, as the prefects were the ones who had to show first-years around. Draco dozed for a little bit, before waking up, groggy and bleary-eyed. He sighed as he stood to unpack, wincing as pain shot through him. He still needed to get back at that Weasley girl.

The first thing to come out was his laptop. He smiled at it gently, stroking the curve of the top with reverence. His baby. Draco pulled up the top and turned it on.

The computer soon went from being his baby to being a 'stupid mother fucking piece of shit.'

Draco sat back on his bed, glaring at the computer. It looked innocently back at him. His scowl deepened. He put his chin in his hands in the 'thinker' position, pondering what the hell could be wrong with the stupid thing. Finally, he remembered. That damn rule about no Muggle things working inside Hogwarts.

He stood up quickly, swearing fluently. Draco ran his hands through his gelled hair, making it stand on end. He looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. I really have to stop wearing that damn gel, he thought absentmindedly, before shaking his head and turning back to the task at hand.

Draco exhaled sharply. As much as he didn't want to do it, he knew it was a necessary evil.

He had to go to Dumbledore.

***

Ginny stifled a yawn as she led the first-years through a maze of hallways, paintings, and moving staircases. As prefect, it was her duty to show them around the basic classes and routes, and to show them Gryffindor Tower. Finally, she saw the painting of the Fat Lady, and she sighed in relief. These first-years were getting to be a pain, shoving each other through random doors, and generally attracting Peeves. Ginny had already been hit by at least five spitballs from the annoying poltergeist.

"Password?" Asked the Fat Lady regally. She stated it clearly ("Saxamaphone") and led the first-years in. She plopped down on the couch, gesturing towards the stairs.

"Girls on that side, boys on that side. Go up the stairs, and you'll see a door with First-Year, written on it. Your belongings are already there," She told them wearily, and they obediently trooped up the stairs, tiredness hitting them suddenly like it had her.

Ginny shut her eyes on the couch for a little, too tired to even think about moving up the stairs to her bed. I'll just rest here for a bit, she thought, snuggling deeper into the couch. She was just drifting off when she heard some rather odd noises.

There was a giggle, followed by a shushing and a couple stumbling steps. Ginny opened her eyes fully, her suspicions about what it could be confirmed when she heard the distinct noises of kissing. Her lip curled in disgust. Gah, why was it that every single teen at this damn school had shagging or snogging on the brain? Her mind raced back to Malfoy and the little incident on the train. She scowled. Stupid git.

The kissing couple continued down the stairs, obliviously stumbling onto an armchair near the fire. Ginny blanched, and she crept off the couch, tiptoeing past the two. While she was going past, she looked at them for a second, seeing only the back of their heads for a second.

Black, messy hair and a head of brown, bushy hair.

Now that was something to think about.

***

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