AN: Hello my lovelies so since this is my 1st story I really didn't want to keep you guys waiting so I wrote my 1st chapter the same time as the prologue since my prologue was pretty shitty excuse my French. again plz don't tear me up if you review its my 1st story and again I'm here for you guys so tell me what you want or what I'm doing right? plz R&R

GINNY:

She had been in the empty courtyard, not really paying any attention to any outside distractions. Ginny was practicing a particularly tricky hex for her Defense Against the Dark Arts class when she noticed Draco Malfoy smirking at her. The prat. Upon making eye contact, Draco turned his (admittedly attractive) face towards her and sauntered over to where she worked at, flanked by Blaise Zabini. She groaned inwardly. What could they possibly want? Ginny only had one free period, and she needed to concentrate on nailing these charms, or she would fail her O.W.L.'s. Which, incidentally, she wasn't ready for. And she would not let them mess her up.

"Weasley," Draco said contemptuously, turning up his nose slightly. "The boys and I had a question for you."

Urghh, she didn't have time for them! Ginny stood up a little taller, trying to look as confident and important as possible. She arched an eyebrow and looked Malfoy straight in the eye. "I really couldn't care less, Malfoy. I'm busy. You can leave now." She tried to make her voice as condescending as possible.

The pair drew themselves up to their full height, each taller than her. Zabini, the taller of the two, had at least half a foot over her, wiry and toned. His lanky frame and suave demeanor made him look constantly aloof, and his eyes were dark brown pools of mystery. Blaise was not someone to be regarded lightly, as his air of self-importance drew stares from all houses, and the teachers. And he probably knows it too. God, he was so full of it. It was no secret that the obnoxious Slytherin in front of her was known to be a massive player, someone who could get any girl her wanted wrapped around his long piano fingers. Ginny wondered if he was a virgin.

Blaise made a tsk tsk noise and tucked Ginny's hair behind her ear, making her breath catch. "Come on now, Gin. Is that any way to speak to your superiors?" he asked, stepping closer to her. She retreated a small step, but Draco had moved behind her, the two surrounding her.

"We just wanted to know," Draco put his hand on her waist and pulled her close, closing the space between their bodies. "How far down do those freckles really go?" His prodding gray eyes mentally undressed Ginny, stopping only to stare over her shoulder and down her shirt (which, due to the close proximity, gave him a very good view.) Ginny was disgusted, and, letting her emotions get the best of her, turned around and slapped Draco Malfoy across the face. Hard. He retreated a few paces.

She instantly regretted it. His expression changed from taken aback to angry, then to rage, then to stone. His eyes darkened and his voice dropped, slithering in her ears. "Don't think I won't hurt you, Weaselbee." He gave a short whistle and Zabini caught her wrist, carefully plucking her wand from her hand. He then forcibly shoved her arms behind her back, and held them.

"Give it back," Ginny said nervously. Her voice shook. Bloody hell. "Give it back and… and I might not hurt you." she tried to sound brave, but her voice betrayed her.

The only thing her words drew from the boys was laughter, however. "You really think you're in a fit state to compromise? With me?" asked Draco huskily. "Tell you what, Weaselette. You do everything I say, and I might not hurt you." Every time he emphasized a word, he took a step towards her, now close enough that an outsider might've mistaken them for kissing. Save for Blaise, who still held her upper arms.

"What do you want from me?" Ginny asked shakily. Blaise's grip was tight, and her heart was beating faster by the minute.

"Why, Weasel, I only want what's mine." Draco said the last word with malice that it sent shivers down her spine, and she shuddered.

"Why, Draco, you've made Weaselette shake. Next she'll think you mean to ravage her." Zabini's laughed filled the deserted courtyard and bounced off the old bricks of the castle. It echoed off into the warm day and Ginny wondered where everyone was. They couldn't be the only three people on the west wing of the castle, could they? Bloody fuck, Ginny thought. Where was Ron when she needed him? He was always butting in when she wanted to be left alone.

Draco's voice brought her back into focus. "She knows no harm will come to her as long as she gives me what I want. Don't you, Ginerva dear?" he traced the line of her jaw, and gave her a charming smile. A smile Ginny saw right through.

God she wanted to hit him again. And she would've, too, if Blaise wasn't holding her so damn tightly. But she decided to play along with them. After all, she could be seductive too, couldn't she? Ginny thought she was pretty damn attractive when she wanted to be. She was 5'5" and fit, weighing around 110. And her chest wasn't a chest to be laughed at. They weren't particularly big, maybe large B's, but they provided cleavage when she wanted them to and were perky. She had caught some of the male population of Gryffindor staring on a few occasions. And her hair, though bright, was voluminous and tumblesome, like a lioness' mane. She batted her long lashes and stuck out her chest. "Of course I do, Draco, dear." She almost sneered the last bit, but held back. She then allowed Draco to get closer before pressing her body just a fraction of an inch closer to his. He seemed the slightest bit surprised. He was too easy.

He eventually smiled at her, self-satisfied and seemed to be enjoying himself. Of course he is, he's loving this. "Now Weasley. We don't want you running off to tell anyone of this event, ok?" Blaise said, loosening his grip a bit and putting one hand on her waist. Oh lord, now he was flirting too. Did they want her to keep a promise or seduce her? Both? No, they both thought she was a blood traitor. Were they just trying to charm her into giving them the diary back? Stupid Ginny of course they are. She looked at his lips, pretending to be lost by his touch, which was not exactly a lie. She tilted her head and looked up at Malfoy. There was no charm in those beautiful eyes, sadly. Only cunning, power. The only thing he let her see. She wondered what he was hiding behind those eyes. She could hide too, though.

"Oh Draco. I wouldn't dream of it. You have nothing to worry about." She smiled innocently, and stuck her chest out just a bit further. She gazed at him through lowered lashes and let him have a very nice view. If she was going to have things go her way, she might as well do all she could.

Malfoy smirked. "Good," he said, then gestured to Zabini, who instantly let go of her arms, and handed back her wand. He also gave her touched her ass, briefly but certainly.

"Ciao Bella," he said, his ebony eyes dancing. Bloody git.

"We'll see you later Weaselbee." Malfoy spun her toward the entrance to the courtyard and smacked her butt. "Now get lost."

Suppressing her anger and putting up a brave front, she walked towards the large double doors, swaying her hips as she strutted, and just before walking through the doors, Ginny turned. "Draco," she called coquettishly. "I also have some terms before you get back your diary."

She could see his brow furrow, just for a second, before his hand clenched over his wand, "What is it?" Though he was barely talking, his voice carried a good ten feet to her ears, and she knew she had him.

"I guess you'll have to find out." And with that, she winked at him and swept through the courtyard's doors.