(a/n): Hello there readers. I just want to warn everyone, I wrote this FAR in advance before HBP even came out. Probably a year ago now. This means of course, that the story will get better since I am still writing for it. Hold on for a little more. I'm trying to fix as much as I can of my awful writing, but there's only so much that can be done with a beginning right? Anyway, I swear to you it gets a lot better.

Draco wandered around aimlessly for a full hour. There was nothing to do, no one to talk to, well at least no one he WANTED to talk to. He already had everything he wanted, well almost everything. Sure he just had to ask for something and he'd have it handed to him on a silver platter. But he'd never had enough of one think; loving attention. Being an only child, you'd expect him to be pampered, and he was, just not personally. There was always someone there to take care of him, someone other than his parents. As he continued walking wallowing in self pity, someone else had just finished wandering.

Ginny took a seat by the trash binsnear the entrance to Diagon Alley. She rested her arms on her knees, puttingher chin down in thought. She was so tired of following her family around. "Ron come here…" "Harry will these robes fit you…" "FRED, GEORGE COME BACK HERE IMEDIATELY!" the constant talking was giving her a headache. She had just left her parcels on the sidewalk and just walked off, and no one had noticed yet. She could turn purple from lack of air and no one would say a thing till they found her spread eagle on the floor dead. "I'm sick of it." She grumbled to herself.

"Well well, filth sitting in filth…" Draco laughed as he walked up to Ginny. Ginny clenched her fists as she got up, feeling her face get red. This was the last thing she needed right now and Draco Malfoy would now witness the consiquences of crossing Ginny Weasley on an off day...

But before Ginny could say something back' though, Mrs. Weasley ran over to her with a relieved look on her face. She couldn't possibly make a smarmy comment infront of her own mother. Not because of her manners, but because she was almost certain she'd get a smack in the head for using foul language. A lady neverswore after all.

"Ginny! How could you just leave like that and not say anything! You hand me worried sick!" Mrs. Weasley cried as she hugged her daughter, squeezing the living daylights out of her.Ginny noticed Draco's smile had faded and he was looking…well… rather sad.

Had anyone ever been hugged to death? Draco wondered to himself as he rubbed his arm, feeling slightly intrucive and uncomfortable.

"You just now noticed I was missing? Didn't I leave you 30 minutes ago?" Ginny asked pulling away from her mother, rage bubbling up again.

"Now really Ginny, why would you think I didn't notice? I thought you had wandered off to get something…. Well it doesn't matter now, come dear, we need to get you some new robes. Those don't fit anymore…" Mrs. Weasley said, dusting Ginny off and walking down the street.

As Ginny followed her mother she stopped next to Draco. "What? Never seen anyone be forgotten about?" she spat. Draco just starred.

Finally he said, "No. I've just never seen what it's like to be missed…." He put his hands in his pockets and walked through the door to the Leaky Caldron.

Ginny stood there for a second until she heard, "GINNY! HURRY UP NOW!"

Draco watched Ginny run after her mother. He suddenly felt tears coming to his eyes. He blinked a few times and climbed the stairs to his lonely room.

Honestly, I'd like some constructive criticism. Do you like it? Well thanks for reading.