Hey guys! First i just want to say thanks to all my reviewers. I love you guys! Also I'd like make afew note about the story. First, I know there are errors, hopefully none of them are too major. I read my story billions of times before i post it and try to fix all the mistakes but even still the chapters are riddled with errors, so I'm sorry! But if I was going to make it perfect it would takes weeks to even get a page typed.

Secondly, to anyone who doesn't think there had been enough Draco in the story, I'm sorry. I promise there will be more of him in the next chapters.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Wish I did, but I don't. Everything here belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling except the plot, but she can have that too if she wants it.

Ginny awoke in the hospital wing. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her head stopped her. She laid her head back down and went to sleep.
When Ginny Weasley opened her eyes again she was dressed in the standard flannel pajamas of the Hospital Wing. Beside her Ron was asleep in a waiting room chair and Colin's head rested at the foot of her bed.

"Hello?"

Madame Pomfrey scurried over to her bed. "Oh, good, you're awake."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Two, two and a half hours," The woman replied ladling some vile substance into a glass, which she handed promptly to Ginny. Colin sat up and shook his head groggily.

"Ginny, how are you feeling?"

"Better, thank you."

"You still have to drink that." The nurse said firmly.

"Darn, well, bottoms up." She said and reluctantly drank the liquid.

"Now, if you don't mind, could you please tell me what happened before you fainted?"

"Well, Pro. McGonagall was scolding me, and then the room started spinning. I felt like I was going to throw up." She wished she could remember something more, but she couldn't seem to.

"Have you eaten anything unusually that could have caused you body to react oddly?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Hmmm... well I found no signs of illness. Have you had these feelings of dizziness before?"

"She wasn't feeling well last night." Colin offered.

She nodded. "I had forgotten about that."

"Have you been having feelings of fatigue or exhaustion?"

"Yes, I have lately, but I don't think-"

"Hmmmm... it almost sounds like a memory charm." The two students looked skeptically at her. "But I found no sign that your state was caused by magic. I can find no other conclusion other then your affliction was caused by extreme exhaustion unless there is something else you would like to tell me."

"No, not that I can think of."

"Well, just to be safe, I'd like to keep you in for observation until tomorrow evening."

"But, tomorrow is Friday! I can't miss class; it's only my fourth day!"

"I'm sorry dear, but I just want to make sure you're alright before I release you, you understand. Now go to sleep, you need your rest."

"But-"

"Listen to her, Gin, she knows what she's talking about. Goodnight, sweetheart."

"'Night Colin." She said and before she could say anymore she felt the effects of what had no doubt been a sleeping potion begin to kick in.

"What'd I miss?" Ron asked sleepily, rousing from his nap.

"I'll explain it on the way back to the common room. Say goodnight." He said to the older boy as though he was talking to very small child.

"Goodnight, Gin." Her brother said blearily and stumbled after Colin.

"Neville! For the millionth time, I am OKAY! I swear!"

"Are you sure, Gin, because if you start to feel sick again..."

"I feel fine."

Neville was a great friend, really he was, but sometimes he just didn't know when to shut up. He could be so annoying sometimes. She had already told him at least a billion times in the past three days that she wasn't sick. Despite her constant pleas he still insisted on keeping a constant watch over her and walking her to class. Which in a weird way was an indication of his concern, considering her first class of the day was Potions, and it took something really important to get Neville down into the dungeons of his own account.

"But...are you sure? I mean it's weird, people don't just faint for no reason. It's weird."

"Neville..." They had arrived at the potions classroom, Neville was twitching slightly as he looked at it.

"And why would Madame Pomfrey bring up magic? Does she think someone could have cursed you? Why a memory charm? It's odd, Ginny, just plain odd."

"It's not odd at all and if you weren't such a remedial student, maybe you would know that Mr. Longbottom." A voice hissed from within the classroom. "Now, I don't believe you are in this class, so leave before I deduct points from your house."

"Bye Neville." Ginny whispered and walked into class.

"Miss Weasley, your tardiness shows a blatant disrespect for the fine art of potions.

"Oh no Professor, I like potions. I just-"

"Then you must just feel you too advanced for this class, is that it? In that case, tell me why patients who lose consciousness without other symptoms are tested for memory charms? Not so chatty now, are we? Well can you at least tell me the key ingredients of a memory draught?"

"Jade leaf and bat eyes."

"Very well, take your seat. I expect a 16" essay on Memory charms -ingredients, side effects, uses- by the end of the week."

She sat in the only available seat in the front next to a dark haired Slytherin. Since there were so few students who got accepted into Advanced Potions all the houses were condensed into one class period. She took a mental tally: one Hufflepuff, six Ravenclaws, nine Slytherins and herself.

"Snape must really like you," Her partner said. "Any other Gryf would have gotten detention for sure. You got off easy."

"I hardly call getting 16" essay on Memory Charms getting off easy."

"Anything is better then detention with Snape."

"Well, I can't argue with that logic."

"Why not? You argue with everything else?" An all too familiar voice said.

She turned her glaze skyward. "What did I do to deserve this?" She muttered. She turned and saw the smirking face of none other then Draco Malfoy.

"Talking to yourself, Weaslette? That's a bad sign."

"Running out of good insults this early, Malfoy? I'd expect better then that from you."

"Well, I do try, but really Weasley, once you get past those hideous spots on your face and that ugly red hair, there's really not that much to say. You're pretty boring."

"Why don't you do everyone a favor and shut it, ferret boy?"

"Man, don't you guys every give it a rest?" The other Slytherin asked.

"You're either with me or against me. I'm in a bad mood and in arms reach of potentially dangerous potion ingredients. I'd stay out of it." She said evilly.

"Geez, Draco, you're right. She is mental."

"Told you so, probably all that Weasley inbreeding."

"And you'd know all about that wouldn't you Malfoy? You're the only person I know whose family tree is straight."

"Miss Weasley! Must I take points from Gryffindor?" Snape yelled.

Malfoy smirked.

"And you Mr. Malfoy. I would hate to have to take points from my own house."

Malfoy looked as though he had just been struck. Snape never took points from his own house unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then he was easy on his students. But Snape had never, ever, threatened to punish Draco Malfoy. Especially not for patronizing a Weasley.

"But Professor-"

"Your seat, Mr. Malfoy! Now!"

Malfoy sullenly went back to his seat.

"Sorry about him." Ginny's partner said. "He's a nice guy once you get to know him. He just goes a little overboard sometimes.

The redhead looked at him as though he'd sprouted an extra head. Draco Malfoy? Nice? And he called her mental.

"I'm Blaise Zabini, by the way."

She nodded, the name sounding somewhat familiar. "And I'm Ginny Weasley."

"Nice to meet you Ginny. Could you pass me the- hey wait a minute!"

"What?" She asked looking into the cauldron.

"He wants us to make a Strengthening Potion but we don't have any beetle eyes."

Ginny examined the ingredients on the work table in front of them. They had been instructed to create the potion using only the components provided, but Blaise was right; there weren't any beetle eyes. But there was eye of newt.

"So, we double the portion of eye of newt and that will make up for the lack of beetles."

"But it will also make the potion highly unstable. It could have nasty side effects."

"True..."

"Eucalyptus!" He cried happily. "We could use Eucalyptus leaves to stabilize it."

"Yeah, that just might work." They worked for the remainder of the period without instance. When it came time for them to turn in their creations at the end of class, only two other groups had successfully produced the potion. To her annoyance, one of them was Malfoy's.

Draco woke up the next morning feeling as though he hadn't slept at all. With a groan he rolled over to face Blaise who was sleeping in the next bed over. He tossed a pillow at his friend.

"What was that for?"

"Well, Sleeping Beauty, we only have ten minutes before class. I just thought you might want to know."

Blaise looked at his watch and swore loudly as the two jumped out of their beds and ran for the showers.

As they reached the Great Hall for breakfast they found it already deserted, except for the last of the stragglers who were apparently trying to delay the enviable fact that they would have to go to class. The huge tables had already been cleared of their food.

"Ah crap." Malfoy said. And headed off, with a grumbling stomach, to his first class.

When Draco reached the infirmary there were only two other people present; Madame Pomfrey and Ginny Weasley.

What is SHE doing her? He thought bitterly as his stomach growled especially loud.

"Mr. Malfoy, you're tardy."

"Malfoys are never tardy, only fashionably late." He said. Madame Pomfrey glared at him.

"See to it that it doesn't become a habit."

With his most charming Malfoy smile he said, "Of course not, Madame."

Even the poor old bat fell victim to his charm and blushed.

"Well, in any instance, it appears you are not the only one late for class. Professor Snape has not shown up yet. I might as well begin without him. You two have been chosen to-"

"Wait, a minute? Do you mean she is the other student?"

"Why yes, Mr. Malfoy. Is there a problem?"

"She's a Weasley! How did she get into this class?"

"The same way as you did, with talent and perseverance."

"Malfoy, you mean to tell me you spent the entire day shopping with me and didn't realize why?"

"No, I told you I was trying to ignore you. Besides how was I supposed to know all that was for Magical Healing?"

"Well, didn't you buy your supplies?"

"Of course not." He sniffed indignantly. "Some of us have servants to do that kind of thing for us. Though I suppose you wouldn't know."

"Enough you two! This is a class room, and moreover it's a hospital. You will keep your voices down. We mustn't disturb the patients."

The two teenagers looked around at the empty hospital beds.

"What patients? We're the only ones here, you crazy old bat!"

"Mr. Malfoy, I will have to ask you to refrain from calling your instructor a crazy old bat, no matter how close it is to the truth." Pro. Snape said from the entrance to the infirmary.

He made his way over to them (smirking of course) and looked first at him, then at Ginny.

"You two will be working together this year. Aside from dropping the course, which I doubt either of you wish to do there is no way around it. I expect you to do all your work and do it as a team. I expect no arguing or bickering; it gives me a headache. You two have been chosen out of all the students in you year because of your gift in Potions and your apparent interest in medicine. You will do all the work assigned to you by Madame Pomfrey or myself. You are required to be here at least three nights a week for training in the infirmary. If either of you, at any point, cannot or will not abide by these rules you will be cut from the class. Do you understand?"

Draco nodded, and with more then a little hesitation, Ginny nodded too.

"Good. Here is your first assignment."

He handed them each a sheet of parchment with instructions on it. The potion was meant to relieve headaches. Madame Pomfrey led them to a back room of the infirmary which had been set up to resemble the potions room.

"Hand it in before the end of class."

"Wait, you're leaving? Aren't you going to, like, teach us something?"

"Miss Weasley, this class is to test your aptitude as much as anything else. Yes there will be days I will be in here with you, but other times I want to see what you can accomplish without me."

"Great," She mumbled as the older woman left the room.

"So, um, what are we supposed to do now?"

"What do you think, Weasley? Make the potion."

"Oh, right." He watched her make way to the storage closet; how she recognized it he wasn't sure. She pulled out several bottles of various shapes and color. He immediately took the numerous bottles from her and began measuring the require amounts of each component with great care. She reached to take the flask containing Dragons Breath but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"What do you think you're doing, Weasley?"

"Um, measuring."

"Oh no you're not."

"And why is that?"

"My grade depends on this. I won't have you messing it up."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Get out of my way."

"Malfoy! That's not fair; I am just as capable as you are."

"You're not capable to wipe the dirt of my shoes, Weasley. I don't know who you had to pay to get in this class, and really I don't care. All I know is that I won't fail this class because some stupid Weasel got in here and thinks she can even begin to compare to me. You, Weasley, will always be below me."

"Malfoy?"

"Yes?"

"You just put in the wrong amount of dragon's breath."

"I did not."

"Did too. Look it's turning green; it's supposed to be blue."

"I know what it's supposed to look like. Obviously these ingredients are just faulty."

"Yeah...right. Look, just admit you're wrong and get over it."

"Malfoys are never wrong." He said haughtily. Watching he face get more and more red as she tried not to lose her temper. It was really an amusing game; bait her and see how long it took her to crack.

"Well obviously they are, because if they weren't your potion would be blue!"

"I suppose you think you could do better, Weasley?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, I do."

"Fine then, be my guest." He said and stepped away with a mock bow.

Instantly she set to work, all the time muttering about "those darn Malfoys" and "idiot teachers who leave you alone with that darn Malfoy." Eventually (after several comments from the darned Malfoy in question about muttering being the first sign of insanity) the mumbling subsided. Instead she focused on the task before her, taking careful measurements and once in a while taking notes on her parchment. He watched, amused, how her face screwed up with concentration and how she bit her lower lip when she thought. Occasionally she would tug on her glossy red locks as if trying to pull the thought from her head. Once she even got up and pulled another ingredient from the closet, though he couldn't imagine why when she clearly had all she needed in front of her.

Finally, nearly twenty minutes later, she looked up from her work and smiled delightedly.

"Finished." She announced. He examined the completed potion. It was a deep blue with the thick, murky consistency of paste. He ladled a small amount into a flask and with her following close behind, left the back room to find Madame Pomfrey.

"Done so soon?" Their instructor asked cheerfully.

"Yes Ma'am." The redhead beside him answered, equally cheerful.

"Well, let's see here..." She examined the potion carefully. "Good color and consistency... hmmm... what's this?" She asked smelling the liquid.

"Lily pollen, it sweetens the taste and smell of the potion without lessening the affectedness."

"You enhanced the potion? That takes skill, my dears. I'm very pleased." The plump woman said smiling, and then continued her in inspection of the potion.

"See Malfoy, admit it, I did well." The girl said once the older woman had walked away.

"Whatever."

"Admit it, I was right and you were wrong."

"Whatever, Weasley."

"Geez, why won't you just own up to the fact that I am just as good as you are?"

"Because, you will never be as good as I am."

"I do believe that I just got us an A on that assignment."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one who just got tricked into doing all the work, now am I?" Draco turned and walked away.

"Malfoy, where are you going? The bell hasn't rung yet."

He paused just long enough to turn and face her. As he did the bell dismissing them rang. "Now it has." He said and then walked away.

She sighed. It was going to be one long year.

ARG... I don't like this chapter very much, but I hope you did. Please, this is my first fanfic, so if you have any suggestions or comments please review. I'll try and update soon (if you guys want me to). And please, NO FLAMES. if you don't like it email me and tell me how to make it better. Also, one of my friends let me know that i still had it set to bloke anonymous reveiwers, but i have fixed that. So if you tried to review before and couldn't, you can now. Draco plushies to all my reveiwers!