Her Guardian Angel- Don't worry. Harry won't fall in love with Ginny. He just sees her as a little sister. It WILL be DG. And Harry won't turn evil either. I don't like the "evil harry" stories. Thanks for the review!

Disclaimer- sadly, I do not own ANY of this, only the idea, which I hope is original

Chapter 2: The Sorting and Confrontations

Ginny followed her brother and Harry and Hermione into the Great Hall and over to the Gryffindor table, looking around. Everything looked the same as it always did and she smiled. Looking up at the staff table, she saw all of the teachers that had been there from her first year, minus Professor Lockhart. Dumbledore sat there, beaming at everybody, and Snape looked as hostile and ornery as ever.

She saw one unfamiliar face at the table, and judging by the dirty looks Snape kept throwing his way, Ginny decided that this man must be the knew Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It was common knowledge around school that Severus Snape applied for the position of Dark Arts teacher every year, but Dumbledore never let him have it.

She turned her eyes back to the new man and studied his face a bit more. He appeared to be about the age of her father. He had thinning brown hair that was starting to turn gray around the edges; he was looking down at his hands. Tiny Professor Flitwick, who was sitting to his left, was trying to engage him in conversation, but was unsuccessful.

As the students at their house tables chatted idly about things they had done over the summer and the feast that was yet to come, the door to the Great Hall opened and Professor McGonagall entered, leading a line of about twenty kids, all looking around nervously and keeping close to each other. The noise in the room slowly stopped when everybody saw the Transfiguration teacher. McGonagall led the new pupils to the front of the Great Hall, where sat a stool with a very bedraggled-looking hat upon it. The hat appeared to have many wrinkles in it, and one big, long wrinkle that seemed to be its mouth opened up and sang:

Though old and worn,

And very battered I may be,

It has many times been sworn,

You'll not find a wiser hat than me.

I can see thunder,

And heard lightning.

Reveal the slightest blunder,

And things frightening.

The four founders created me,

So I may help the school.

I was made in harmony,

And set upon this stool.

Each of them put a part,

Of himself inside of me.

They gave some of their heart,

Just enough to make me free.

There is brave Gryffindor,

Where dwell the fierce at heart,

And the mighty lion's roar,

Can tell the worthy apart.

Or there is fair Ravenclaw,

Where there the talented mind,

Can pick through the flaws,

Until the truth unwinds.

And always there is Slytherin,

Who lives in despair and deceit,

Who will do anything to win,

And has no problem with cheat.

But don't forget sweet Hufflepuff,

Who takes in all the rest,

Who's willing to work through the rough,

To obtain the very best.

Now I'm here to give you warning:

The tide has turned,

The path has changed.

Lessons will be learned,

By those deranged.

Someone here resides,

Though they should not.

Many things they hide,

And lies have been bought.

So this year take care,

Be wary of those you trust.

Walk these halls if you dare,

And only if you must.

When it was finished with its song, the entire room broke into tumultuous applause, though it was interlaced with whisperings. Ginny herself was a bit puzzled by what the Sorting Hat meant by its last words, but before she could think too much about it, Professor McGonagall started speaking.

"Now when I call your name," McGonagall said in a loud, clear voice, "you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

"Holland, Terrence!" A large boy, who appeared only slightly terrified at all the eyes looking at him and studying him, shuffled up to the hat and put it on.

"Slytherin!" The hat shouted out after a few seconds. As the Slytherin table erupted with cheers, Terrence made his way over to their table and sat down.

"Traily, Harold!" A very small boy, who appeared very anxious, walked up to the hat.

"Ravenclaw!"

"Johnson, Trent!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Hoculley, Holly!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Ginny's hands were numb from all the clapping. All she could think of was the feast to come. Her stomach was rumbling, and she was sure that most everybody else's was too. She glanced over at the Slytherin table, and she saw Draco Malfoy with a very bored and superior look on his face, and she just wanted to smack it off. He thinks he's so great, Ginny though. Well, he should learn that looks and money aren't everything in life. One day, hopefully, he'll learn that. And I hope it hurts when it does.

She turned her attention back to the sorting, where "Chance, Emily!" was just sorted into Gryffindor. She clapped along with everybody else, smiled, and waited for the feast.

When the sorting was over, Dumbledore stood up, still clapping.

"Welcome everybody, new students and ones returning! I'm sure this year will be very exciting, and hopefully filled with learning. I have just a few announcements, and then we can get on with the feast."

"Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you once again that anything from Zonko's, as well as Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, is off limits. He says anybody caught with them will get a detention, and the offending objects will be confiscated." Argus Filch nodded in confirmation, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Also, we have one new member to our staff this year. I would like to introduce to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Oleaney Juriac." The whole hall burst into more applause as Oleaney Juriac stood and gave a small bow to the hall. He was rather tall, Ginny thought, and skinny. He quickly sat back down, and Dumbledore smiled.

"Well, I know we are all hungry, so let us eat." And with that, Dumbledore sat down and food appeared on the golden dishes before them. Ginny smacked her licks appreciatively, and started filling her plate.


Later that night as Ginny was climbing into bed, she thought again about Harry. She chided herself for letting her mind wander towards him, and closed the curtains around her four poster bed. He'll never like you like that, Ginny , she told herself. If you keep thinking about him, you're going to end up hurting yourself.

So Ginny closed her eyes and forced any thoughts of Harry Potter as far from her mind as possible.


The next morning, Ginny woke up and smiled to herself. She had just been having a pleasant dream about Quidditch and was rather upset that it had ended. Yawning, she pulled back the curtains around her bed, letting the sunlight stream in through her windows, when she realized that she was the only one left in the room.

Oh no, Ginny thought. She had overslept, and on the first day of classes too. She couldn't believe herself! Why did she have to be so forgetful? And why didn't the other girls wake her?

Ginny had no time for a shower, so she just tossed her hair back in a very messy pony tail. She quickly threw on the clothes she had been wearing yesterday as well as her robe, stuffed her wand in her pocket, and tore out of the sixth year girls' dormitory. As she raced through the common room, she didn't even look to see if there were any other kids late as well.

She ran down the stairs and all the way to the Great Hall, where only a few students were left. She spotted McGonagall walking away from the staff table and hurried over to her.

"P-p-professor," Ginny gasped as she skidded to a halt next to her Transfiguration teacher. Professor McGonagall pushed her glasses back on top of her nose and stared at Ginny.

"Miss Weasley, I have your class schedule here. Why were you not at breakfast?" McGonagall asked not sternly, but not too pleasantly either.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Ginny panted, clutching a stitch in her side. "I overslept and I just woke up."

"Yes, well, I do not think Severus will be too pleased. I do believe you are late for a potions class right now."

Ginny groaned. This was just great. There was no way Snape would let her out of class without a detention. Why did this have to happen to her?

"Well, Miss Weasley, I need to get to my Transfiguration lesson; I have the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor first years this morning. Of course, for the first years I am always a little late. I like to enter for their first class in my animagus form. You know, give them something to talk about. I do suggest that if you want to escape a detention, you hurry along. Tell Severus I said it was alright for you to be out of class. But do not expect kindness every time you make a mistake, Ginny."

"Yes, Professor. Thank you very much," Ginny called after McGonagall as her professor walked to her class. Ginny practically flew down the corridors to the dungeons, praying that Snape would not give her detention.

Her hopes were in vain, however, because as soon as Ginny opened the dungeon door, Snape stopped writing on the chalk board and turned to look at her.

"Detention, Weasley," Snape sneered, a look of triumph upon his greasy face.

"But, Professor, Professor McGonagall said –"

"Silence! That'll be twenty points from Gryffindor not only for being late, but for speaking out of turn. I suggest you take your seat and shut up before you get in even more trouble," Snape turned back to the chalk board.

Ginny sighed and sat down. She should've known that Snape wouldn't let her off that easily for being late. Stupid git, she thought to herself. The rest of the lesson flew by in a blur, and before she knew it, Snape was giving out a homework assignment.

"I want a three foot-long essay on the uses of dragon skin, why dragons are illegal as pets, and why they are close to extinction. They are due back next week. Miss Weasley," Snape continued with an evil grin on his face, "come here. We need to discuss your detention."

Ginny sighed again, which she seemed to be doing a lot lately. As everybody was walking out of the classroom, she approached Snape's desk, where he was sitting looking at a potion's book. After several minutes of silence, Snape looked up at Ginny.

"Saturday night, come down to my office for your detention. You will be cleaning out the student cupboard and re-labeling the potions bottles. No magic."

What's the point in telling me there's no magic allowed, Ginny thought. There'd be no point in the detention, now would there? Ginny continued mocking Snape, though nothing showed of it on the outside.

"You are dismissed," Snape said, pointing towards the door. Ginny wasted no time in getting out of the dungeons.

She hurried along the corridors wondering what her next class was. She had been in such a hurry to get to Potions that she hadn't looked. Ginny reached into her bag to pull out her schedules and as she was looking down at it, she turned a corner and ran into something. She fell backwards in the middle of the hallway, and her schedule flew out of her hands. Looking up, she saw none other than Draco Malfoy standing above her, sneering down on her. He hadn't been fazed by knocking into her. His hair wasn't even messed up.

"Watch where you're going, Weasel. I don't want your filth on my new robes." Scowling, Ginny stood up and brushed off her knees. "I bet you've never even had new robes, have you?" Malfoy continued. "You always get your brother's hand-me-down robes, don't you? Is it true that your entire family lives in one room? Or that your parents have to go hungry during the summer, just to feed you and your brother? Well, no," Malfoy pretended to be thinking hard, "I suppose they don't starve. What, with how fat your mother is, I would think you were eating all of Hogsmede."

"Well, at least I'm not a Death Eater," Ginny spat.

A look of utter hatred passed over Malfoy's face and he whipped out his want to curse her when someone stepped in between them. It was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Oleaney Juriac. Ginny looked startled for a second as the professor towered over Draco, staring down at him. Ginny quickly stuffed her wand, which she didn't even remember taking out, back in her pocket, and peered around the figure in front of her.

"Now, now, what is the meaning of this Mr…Malfoy, I think it is?" Malfoy nodded, looking cautiously at the Juriac. He lowered his wand.

"Well, I think a detention is in order then, Mr. Malfoy. You should learn that we do not curse fellow students," Professor Juriac said, still looking at Draco. Ginny nodded her head and smirked at him from behind the professor's back. Draco glared at her. "Are you alright?" Professor Juriac turned for the first time to look at Ginny. She nodded quickly, and the professor asked, "What is your name?"

"Ginny Weasley," Ginny replied.

"Ah yes, Miss Weasley," Professor Juriac stated, "I do believe you have a lesson with me next. I just got done with your brother's class. I must say, he did very well. He may have a career as an Auror ahead of him if he continues working like he did earlier today." Ginny felt a burst of pride for her brother, who rarely got compliments like that. She would be sure to tell him what their professor said about him later. Right now, she was enjoying the look of disgust and disbelief on Malfoy's face.

"Actually I didn't know that my next class was with you, Professor," Ginny sated. "I was looking at my schedule when he," Ginny pointed an accusing finger at Draco, "knocked me down. So thank you very much for telling me."

"Well you're welcome very much. I know, boys can be rather rude at times, can't they? Of course, it's usually when a boy has feelings for a girl that they try to gain their attention." Professor Juriac turned towards Draco, who had a look of horror on his face at the idea of having feelings for a Weasley. "Though I would give you this bit of advice, Draco," Professor Juriac frowned, "next time you want to get a girl's attention, I would try something a little less drastic. Perhaps cursing them is not the right way, hmmm?" Ginny was shaking from holding in her laughter. The look on Draco's picture was priceless. Oh, if only I had a camera right now, she thought.

"Well," Oleaney Juriac continued, "Draco, come to my office six nights from now for your detention. Miss Weasley, we have a class to get to, do we not?" Ginny, shaking with laughter, followed her teacher towards her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the year. As they walked past Draco, Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. She laughed even harder at the look of total shock on Malfoy's face.

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A/N: Yay! We had a little action between Ginny and Draco, even though it was small. There will be more, but that's all for now. Haha, Draco sure has been getting beat by Ron lately. First the Head Boy thing, and now Ron gets complimented while Draco gets detention! Poor Draco….not really. He deserves it for trying to curse little Ginny. Ha! Anyways, review and tell me what you think. I'll post the next chapter soon…I'm almost done with it.

Lauren