Soooo I realize there's really no excuse for how long it's been. In fairness, I've just sorta been letting the prologue act as a stand alone moment but I love the idea of this pairing far too much and they've been in my head a lot lately so now that I have time to actually return to them, I couldn't help myself :) This is a bit of a random chapter, most of the story will be taking place in Ginny's fifth year, Draco's sixth year, but seeing as I'm figuring some things out, I got this idea and thought it was cute. Hopefully I'll update again soon and even though it was months and months and months ago, a big thank you to the people who reviewed. Stuff like that always makes my day, it really does :) Annnnd now of course, the world and characters and all that jazz are all copyright to the magnificent J. K. Rowling. And alright, that's all!

xoxo

I am ten years old, the very first time that I see him.

I'm standing with Mum at King's Cross, and the Hogwarts Express has just arrived, bringing my brothers home. This is the first year that I was the only one of us at home with Mum and Dad and it's been so weird, just the three of us in a house that I love most when it's hectic, that I'm literally bouncing on my toes as the students start to come down from the train, craning my neck for a glimpse of Perce or Fred or George or Ron. It doesn't take long for my eyes to settle on a familiar patch of orange hair and I wave automatically. I've got a big grin on my face too but I can feel it fall off as I see this kid shove past Ron, sniggering with his friends.

Who is that kid?

He's got pale blond hair and I think that it's not too far off from being white. But that's just silly, only old people have white hair. This boy doesn't look like he's much older than I am. And I stare at him until he gets swallowed up into a crowd of people much taller than me. By now, Ron's arrived and Mum and Dad are hugging him and asking where the others are and he says they're coming and I fling my arms around him too because I've missed him so much, even I don't come out and say it. For one thing, I'm a little bit distracted. He's telling Mum and Dad some story or something but I can't pay much attention and I tug at his sleeve to get his attention.

"Who was that boy?"

He looks confused, a pretty familiar expression that I've definitely missed - but right now I'm too impatient to smile and I just roll my eyes. I almost want to stomp my foot but that would make this seem like a big deal and really, it's not.

"Who?" Ron asks, wrinkling his nose. Puzzled. Yep, I've missed that face.

"The one who shoved you when you were getting off the train!" I pull a face, pushing myself up on my tip-toes to see if I can get a glimpse of him again but I can't. Why he did he shove my brother? Is he like that with everyone? Is he a bully? What's his name? I've got so many more questions than I should have about a boy I just saw for a second.

"Oh." Ron pulls a face now, reaching over to put a hand on my shoulder and push me back down. "That's Malfoy," he explains. "You don't want anything to do with him."

But I just giggle. "What kind of name is Malfoy?"

"Well, it's Draco Malfoy. But who cares, he's a jerk, Ginny. And anyways, I was just saying, it was crazy, everyone thought Slytherin was going to win-"

I drown out my brother's voice, not really interested anymore. Which is funny, since you'd think I'd be interested in a story about Hogwarts when I'm dying to be able to go there. But I'm too distracted by the name and what Ron said.

Draco Malfoy.

Apparently, I don't want anything to do with him.

And even though I'll forget all about him later as I let myself get sucked into the cheer and conversation - even though I'll forget all about him for the rest of the summer until I start at Hogwarts and get to see for myself what a jerk he is, in that moment at the train station as I replay Ron's words over in my head - "You don't want anything to do with him." - I have the strangest, most unexplainable thought.

That I'm not too sure about that.