My Redheaded Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the Harry Potter series characters. All of them belong to Mrs. J.K. Rowling. I just made up this story and additional characters.

Chapter 1: NO! It Was All Real, Right?

Summary: Ginny has come back for her 6th year, Malfoy has been dreaming about her 24/7, and Ginny starts to become suspicious. Malfoy makes fun of her because he's afraid that Ginny will find out about his deepest, darkest secret. He wants Ginny; really bad. Draco Malfoy ALWAYS gets what he wants. Harry has always stood up for her because he, too, is secretly in love with her. Harry finds out that Malfoy fancies her and gets pissed off; vise versa. Harry and Draco start fighting over Ginny without her even knowing it. She becomes aware what is happening and she's stuck in the middle between the two of them. Pairings: RW/HrG, DM/GW

A/N: Ok, I know that my previous story was terrible, but hopefully this one is a bit better. Please don't throw flames at me. I take them the wrong way. Instead, throw me construtive critisim (I'm a bad speller) or comments. Whatever you like. I don't do well with flames. If you don't like my story, then don't read it anymore. That simple. This is basically my first story so please help out if you can or want to. If you have any ideas that you want to see in the story, e-mail them to me and I'll see what I can do. Any ideas will help. Um, thanks and enjoy.

"Oi! DRACO! STOP! I said stop, Draco! I can't breathe," squeaked out from Ginny who was being tickled attacked by Draco.

She was thrashing around widely under the emerald green grass. They've been out in the meadow fields that day because the sun was shining brightly, aquamarine blue skies, a few scattered fluffly cotton-ball like clouds here and there, flowers sprouting around and the grass was soft and delicate. The married couple decided to drop everything and have a day all to themselves. In the meadows they were walking when Ginny and Draco got into a tiny arguement. Soon afterwards, Draco attacked Ginny by using one of her weaknesses.

"Say it! You know you want to," Draco said in his normal deep voice.

"Never!"

Draco was on top of her small frame, yet being gentle not to hurt her. His right hand was holding both of wrists above her head while his left was tickling the living daylights out of her. He thought that she was no hassle to handle thanks to his daily workouts which resulted to his well-toned body. Thus, him being able to hold down a thrashing Ginny, struggling for freedom.

"Ok, ok, ok, I'll bloody say it if you promise to stop." Ginny started to turn a little pink.

"Hhm, promise me you'll say it and I might let you go."

"You are the best at everything! EVERYTHING SINGLE BLOODLY THING," breathed out a laughing Ginny.

"AND."

"AND you're always right! Now, stop!"

"And the sexiest. . ."

"And the sexiest . . ."

"The smartest . . "

"The smartest in the whole wide world, my dear Draco."

"Ok, you've been a good girl. I'll stop."

Draco stopped tickling her, but didn't get off of her. They stood in that position until they caught up with their breath. He lowered his head down to hers until they were just a few inches apart. He examined her face, taking in every apect of her stunning face while his hand caressed her shinning red hair. He couldn't help but smile widely. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that she was inhaling and exhaling deeply. Draco felt familar exciting emotions race throughout his whole body.

"Hey, you said that if I said what you wanted to hear, you'd get off, now get off me!"

"Now now, my lady, you misheard me. I said I MIGHT let you go, but why should? I have you in a straddle position and you have no way of escaping. Now, tell me, why should I let a gorgeous woman, like yourself, go," he questioned with curiousity and a hint of innocence.

"Because, I'm a Weasley and I have the worst temper out of my whole family and I'm ready to let it out on you any second now," she said with fury in her eyes, yet still having naiveness in them. (A/N: is naiveness a word?)

"I'm up for any challenge you throw my wa.," before Draco was able to finish his sentence, he was cut off by a pair of soft lusicious lips kissing him sensously and deeply. Draco tried resisting knowing that this could be one of her tricks, but couldn't so he kissed her back. He felt thosefireworksgoing off just like the first time he kissed her. His right hand slid behind her head and as the other was holding him up. Slowly, Ginny was able to turn him on his back while she was on top.

They pulled apart but were a couple of centimeters from each other. The connection between them was so strong that neither could pull full away from each other even if they wanted to. The tension between them was rising every single second and both of them kept looking directly into each other's eyes. He stared into those soft cinnamon brown eyes. Those eyes, those beautiful loveing eyes. They were usually filled with happiness and the rest of the time, they were consumed with anger. Usually, not for long. He was overwhelmed with joy knowing that HE was the one who put the laughing smile on her face and filled those eyes with laughter.

"I love you, Ginny," Draco announced in a short breath.

Ginny didn't respond right away. Her eyes stared widely back into his. Either Draco didn't hear her response or she didn't say anything yet. He searched her eyes and mouth, hoping that they might give him a hint as to what was she thinking.

She smiled happily and said," you'll never know how happy you make me when you say those words. When you say those words, my heart just wants to jump out of me and a do a little dance. I'm so grateful that I was able to see this side of you. I never thought that you could be so caring."

Draco still couldn't believe that Ginny choose him over everyone else. He still wonders why she choose him instead of Harry or some other guy. He believes that she could have done much better than him and that she shouldn't be with him. He feels that he isn't worthy of her. She's so optimistic, yet fiery, able to handle anything on her own, yet accepts help if she needs it.

She was staring happily into his grey eyes. She was closing in on the space between them and said,"Draco. Draco. Draco. You can get up now. Time to wake up." And with that being said, Draco felt something whack his head and started moaning.

"C'mon mate. It's 10:35 p.m. Now, get up," exclaimed his best mate, or friend, Blaise. Blaise and Draco have been best friends since they were two years old. They've been through every harsh and easy time together. Always done everything together. Blaise was mistaken for his personality. People thought that since he hung around Draco Malfoy, they thought that he, too, was cold hearted and had no feelings whatever so ever. But Blaise was exactly the opposite. Blaise was jumpy, hyper, and a dare-devil, yet can be serious when needed to be. Though, when he gets an idea in his air filled head of his, he's as bouncy as pop-rocks in a can of coke. Draco could always count on him to cheer him up.

"Get up! My mum kicked me out of the house and your mum wants us to go school shopping. How fun! Now, get the bloody hell on up before all of the good-looking girls leave Diagon Alley or else I knock you off of your bedpost with more pillows." Blaise climbed onto the bed and started jumping.

"Alright, alright, I'm up! Just stop throwing those pillows at me and get off the bed. Why do we have to go to Diagon Alley? We have people to do that for us," Draco said. His mind was still thinking about the dream. He was now sitting up on the side of the bed, ticked off that Blaise ruined his wonderful dream.

"Yes, we do. But both of our mothers want us to do it ourselves because it's OUR responsibility to do these things. They said that since we're getting older, we're going to have to do things on our own. Mums, can't stand them, but they do things for our best. Hurry up and get dress so that we can get this done early and go do something."

"Come, mate! Hurry up! I can't believe that we're going shopping all by ourselves! This is going to be so exciting! Oh my gosh, first, we're going to go to the salon and get our hair did. (A/N: that form of do is supposed to be did. You'll see in a moment why.) Then, we're going to go the Tyler's Clothes Shop for Teen Witches and shop till we drop! Isn't that fun," Blaise said mocking a valley girl. This is usually Blaise stuff. Draco was sending him furious looks.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have a zit! OMG! That's so gross!" Blaise was still talking like a valley girl.

"Alright,I know that I hit you with pillows but you'll get over it." He started climbing off of the bed and this time, he was talking in his normal voice.

"You ruined my dream. It felt so real. I liked this one, too. " Blaise walked over to where Draco was sitting and sat down next to him.

In a soft voice, he said, "was it another dream about Ginny, mate?"

Draco's furious face softened up. "Yeah, it was. This time, this time was different. This time, I felt that she was really there. As if she were there, in person. I could smell her candy scent, her soft skin, herred strawberry hair, and those eyes. Those chocolate brown eyes. So calm and caring, but can be filled with anger. I feel that she is THE one. Not Pansy, not any other girl. HER. Ginny. I'm so sick and tired of girls thinking that they're the one for me when they know for a fact that they aren't. It's flattering that girls fall for me, but it gets annoying after a while. But still, everything time I think of her, I feel, I feel, so happy. Like I can do anything. The thing is is that I only get this feeling when I'm with her, or think of her, or anything dealing with her."

"Just wait, mate. She'll come around. You both just need some time. Be patient, everything will fall into place."

"But she hates me. Weaselys and Malfoys don't mix. Besides, her brothers, Granger and Potter will all bloody murder me if I even look at her. I wish I had Ginny, just like you have Summer."

Summer Dyer was Blaise's girl of 2 1/2 years and still going strong. She was a Slytherin but is warm hearted and always kind. She's more than what you expect. She may be a blonde, but she ranks number 3 of her year. She's the one person that Draco can go to if he ever has a problem with girls or just needs some comforting when Blaise isn't around. Her company is warming and her personality pulls you to her. She has that outgoing personality that you always want to be around.

"Yeah, Summer's wondeful. But if this relationship that you keep dreaming about it is meant to be, everyone will have to be happy because probably they want her to be happy and if being with you more than any other guy makes her happy, then they'll HAVE to accept you. They will think that you're not what's best for her, but if you're what makes her joyous, then they'll come around as well. Like I said, just be patient. If you're heart tells you that she's THE one, then you won't give up hope. Just keeping trying and eventually, she'll be yours. It's going to be difficult, but I'm here to help you through every step."

"I know, it's just that, why doI keep having these dreams? Do they mean something? Is the Lord just playing around with me? Are these dreams telling me something? I have so many questions that I want answered! This tension inside of me is just getting to me. Knowing that Potter is probably with her right now,just bloody pisses me off! What if he gets her first? What if she chooses him over me? This problem with Potter is really getting to me as well! I can't take it anymore! I NEED HER!" Draco pounded the wall with all of his fury.

"MATE, calm down before you know down the whole wall. Don't worry, I'll make sure that she won't fall for him. I'll do all that I can to make that from happening. Nothing won't stand in my way."

"BLAISE! DRACO! Get going before everything's gone! Blaise, could you come down here," yelled Blaise's mother.

"See you downstairs," said Blaise and scurried downstairs.

Draco calmed down as he went to sit down on the bed. His mind was stirring up a plan. Yet he still fears of losing her to that piece of garbage, Potter. "That Potter! That bloody Potter! No, I won't lose to him! I know that he fancies her as well. This means war. Potter doesn't see what's coming his way. I'll do anything to get Ginny, ANYTHING! I've got to have her. But if she chooses someone else over me, it'd better be someone different from Potter because if it's Potter he'll be dead the moment that I find out. Even if not, I still want to murder him."

Draco got up and pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt. He fixed up his hair, letting it fall onto the sides and headed out. Before he left, he took one look at his bed and remembered the dream that he just had.

"It was real. The whole dream. And it will become real. Who knows, maybe it will be a short time before you're mine, Ginny." With this, he smiled, closed the door and headed downstairs.

A/N: HAHA! Only I know! Don't worry, I'm mentioning the war in later chapters. I haven't forgot about it. I know that this chapter's short, but I wanted to get this one out. I don't know how long it'll be before I let up the next chapter. Help me out here. What do you think? Please, again, no flames, constructive critisim instead. Tell me. Is it too short, not enough info, too much of something. Let me know! Please. Thanks.

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