"Guess what you two?" Hermoine said with a smug secretive look on her face, "I've heard there's a new girl coming to Hogwarts…"

"Uhu…well, there are plenty of first year girls coming Hermoine," Ron replied, "but, why are you so interested in it all of a sudden?"

"She's not a first year!" Hermoine tried keeping her voice down, "she's in our year! She didn't come here until now because she was living with her parents. Now she's been given to her grandparents after she went crazy I hear."

"Crazy? What happened?" Harry said while he and Ron listened intently to Hermoine.

"Nobody seems to know. But I do know that she won't be going to school by the Hogwarts Express. Nobody seems to know anything about her. Only that she's coming to school."

"Hm, that's kinda strange…" Ron let the sentence trail off as they sat there and pondered the Hermoine's news.

"Michael…you're hurting me! Let go..Please!" Ginny struggled in his grasp but Michael had grown bulkier over the summer. There was no possible way she was going to escape with her strengths.

"Ginny…" He pressed his mouth to her bleeding one in a sore, painful kiss, "I know you want me. I know it." He was starting to life her shirt up now and she tried screaming but her mouth was once again covered with hers. She couldn't get any air! Her vision was slowly going black…his hand was slowly creeping up her shirt towards her bra…her hands were bound by one of his….she fainted.

"Oh Malfoy!" Pansy screeched as she adored his new robes, "They're wonderful! I love the way you look in black!" Pansy seemed to be petting Malfoy's shoulders now and he was painfully aware of how uncomfortable he felt.

" 'Ey Malfoy…" Doyle gobbled down some pumpkin tart, "gonna finish that?" He pointed to the bag of chocolate frogs Malfoy had never touched.

"Yah, take it." Malfoy stood after throwing the bag to Doyle. He was tired of Pansy and tired of Doyle already…they hadn't even arrived at school! "I'm taking a walk…" Pansy stood to accompany him but Malfoy quickly put out a hand, "I need to talk to someone about my father." The whole cart went quiet and he walked into the next little cart

He needed air, but no physical air would do. He seemed to need…something more in his life. Pansy would willingly fill the spot of a girlfriend everyday, but that wasn't it. He couldn't find what he was searching for. Since his father had been taken away to Azkaban the house was lonely and quiet. Some nights he wanted to scream just to make some noise to fill the silence. Now, as he walked through the next cart he found that everyone stopped talking when he was around.

Everyone was scared of him and for once in Draco Malfoy's life he was saddened by this thought. He wanted real friends, not goons. He wanted the love of a father and not the upraising of a devil from Lucius like he had. He was tired of being himself. He was tired of being around people who walked like they were on eggshells. He wanted fun and to make something of himself unlike his father.

He passed through countless carts and seemed to see nothing. He even passed through Harry's cart and didn't notice. He was finally to the end cart. He passed through the slider to find a couple making out. Big surprise there, everyone was hooked up these days. He turned to leave but something caught his eye, a flock of red hair. So, the little Weasley girl, Ginny, had hooked up with Michael. Interesting match there. Michael sure seemed to be enjoying himself. Ginny wasn't doing anything at all…anything at all? Draco moved his head a little to the left and saw that her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. Her body was to limp to be give out in pleasure of the moment. He knew, in that instant that she had fainted and that he had to do something, and do it quick.

He walked up to Michael turned him, in a quick spin to face him, Draco Malfoy. Malfoy watched Michael but saw, in the background Ginny slide to the floor.

"This in none of your business Malfoy! She's mine!" Michael growled.

"Seems to be my business now. You think she's enjoying all this while she's out cold?"

"Hah, she will. When she wakes up she'll think it'll all have been a bad dream." Michael sneered with desire at his future plans. "I'm already halfway there with her." Malfoy glanced down at Ginny at this comment, a big mistake. Michael's fist smashed into the side of his face. Malfoy stumbled, but came back at Michael with his own fist, laying the boy out cold. Michael may have thought he was strong, but Malfoy, a year older and more physically advanced, could punch twice as hard as almost any kid in school.

He looked at his handy work with Michael. His nose was slowly trickling blood, but it would heal. He looked at his black robes with the Hufflepuff symbol on them and that was when he realized his fly was open. In other circumstances this would've been funny, but Malfoy was suddenly worried for Ginny and went to her.

Her shirt was being held up by her bra. Michael had gotten to her there, but her pants were still zipped, and she only had bruises around her neck, wrists, and lips. He leaned over and opened her mouth. Just as he thought he found dried blood and a massive cut spreading from left to right on her lower lip. Malfoy glanced back at Michael and cursed in his head.

"Well Ginny," he talked to her as he sat her up. Of course she heard none of this for she was still out cold, "it seems we have a predicament." He pulled her into the seat and laid her down. He sat across from her before continuing, "I'll stay here until someone comes and can take care of you." He smiled at himself, no at Ginny Weasley lying on the seat.

"Ok Ron," I agree now, the train is getting colder, "the heaters should kick on soon."

"Hah!" Ron smiled at Hermoine's final confession, "I told you! Hey Linda…going back with my little sister?"

"Yah Ron, I was just passing through. Want me to take her something?" Linda replied while slowly walking through the glass doors to the next cart.

"Nah, just curious." Ron replied, "see ya." She nodded and kept walking through the doors. She'd been gone an hour. Jordan had been playing cards and Linda joined in. Before she realized it, an hour had passed. She had left the card game unchallenged. She waved at friends as she continued on to the last cart. When she opened the glass doors her jaw dropped in disbelief. There, against the wall, sat Draco Malfoy, cradling Ginny against him under a blanket. The weirdest thing was that Ginny seemed to be smiling as much as Draco.