AN- Set during 5th year, mostly AU
Disclaimer- I own nothing except the plot.

~ 1st Day of Classes ~

"Miss Weasley, is there some reason why you see fit to disrupt my classroom or do you consider things like rules or etiquette to be beneath you?"

Draco and Blaise looked up from their cauldrons and, along with every other student in class, followed Snape's sneering gaze to the back of the room. Standing there in the doorway was Ginevra Weasley, a bag slung over her shoulder, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and a flustered look on her face as she pushed the fallen strands of her hair behind her ear.

"I have been transferred to your class Professor." She spoke calmly and yet with a small authoritative bite; bringing a grin to both Draco and Blaise's faces.

"Let me see." Snape held out his hand as she made her way to the front and placed her schedule in his outstretched hand. He scanned it for a while as he contemplated, whispering quietly to himself.

"Hmm, you are skipping a year it seems. All advanced classes."

"Yes Professor. I am unofficially a 5th year until the papers clear."

"Very well, you should do fine in this class as long as you work hard. I am preparing you for your OWLs. I will not show you any kindness." Snape seemed to sneer at the word as he handed back her schedule.

"No sir, I would not expect you to do so. You know I like a challenge." Snape's sneer seemed to soften at this comment and looked around the room.

"Sit beside Nott." Was all he said before returning to his own cauldron. Ginny turned and looked at the Gryffindor side of the classroom and noticed her brother's furious face. Harry waved for her to join them at their table and Hermione kept her eyes on her potion as she stirred it clockwise. Ginny shook her head at Harry before making her way to her spot beside Nott and in front of Draco and Blaise; she didn't need Snape yelling at her about not being able to follow directions.

"They are making Draught of Peace. Do you think you can handle this task?" Snape asked her in an indifferent tone.

"Yes Professor." Was her only response as she pulled out the ingredients, lit the fire beneath her cauldron, and began.

It was a difficult potion to procure and many were having a problem with it. By this point silver vapor should be rising out of their pots. Draco didn't have to look to know that only Granger got it right out of all the Gryffindors. Both he and Blaise were right there with her, grinning at each other at their success as they filled a vial with their potions.

Draco chuckled as he labeled his vial. A silver vapor rose from Ginny's cauldron and as she collected a sample he walked with Blaise up to Snape's table. Walking back he made sure to get in front of Ginny's way.

"Excuse me." She did not say it rudely, but Draco could see the irritation in her bright brown eyes.

"Nice job Red, keeping up well with the big boys." He whispered in her ear as he brushed past her; seeming to make contact with her body as much as possible

Ginny stood there for a second, not realizing that Draco had reached in her pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment, before shaking her head and handing her vial to Professor Snape. He looked at it and nodded to her before lashing out with his slick tongued insults at other student's failed results.

She hurried back to her table and collected her things; keeping an eye on her watch so she wasn't late to her advanced History of Magic class.

"You cop a nice feel?" Blaise nudged Draco after Ginny ran out of the room. It was a rhetorical question so Draco didn't bother answering. Though if Blaise had really wanted an answer Draco would have said that it was very nice.

Draco hummed to himself as he stared at the two papers in his hand, examining them beside each other before laughing.

"What could be so funny about your schedule?" Blaise yawned over his DADA homework and looked up at his friend.

"I know why Red was in each of our classes today." He waited for a second and then continued before Blaise said anything. "Her schedule is the same as ours."

"No way." Blaise moved to Draco's side and looked at the papers.

"Yeah, and they have 'advanced' in front of her classes. Probably because she isn't a 5th year yet."

"Wow, never knew she was so smart. To jump a year during OWLs, that takes a lot. Wonder when she'll crumble." Blaise said off handedly as he went back to his homework.

"I don't think she'll crumble." Draco put the schedules down and looked up at the ceiling of the unused classroom they had invaded.

"Yeah and why's that?"

"Because she's one determined little vixen and I don't think she knows how to give up."

"Willing to be 20 galleons on that?" Blaise looked over at Draco with a wicked smile.

"Hell yeah." Draco nodded and reached out his hand, which Blaise shook.

"Hate to take your money mate." Blaise said with a smirk as Draco chuckled and closed his tired eyes.

"We'll see." And with that he fell asleep; dreaming of bright brown eyes and blood red hair.

Ok so here it is, another story with a strange idea. Let me know what you think. Should be putting up the next chapter soon I hope. I am pretty busy so it might be a bit.

Review please.