Chapter Two

Ginny's Afternoon

Ginny Weasley stretched and resisted the urge to play with the fine chain around her neck. She stole a glance at Harry and Hermione, sitting a few feet away, laughing as they compared schedules. As she did every year, she was glad she had only a few friends with which to compare and share classes. She was the only one in most of her classes due to her aptitude

Ginny sighed and walked out of the Common Room. For some obscure reason, Dumbledore had postponed classes for the day. Maybe they couldn't find a DaDA teacher. Not that Ginny minded. She'd been taking private lessons on top of her regular lessons for three years now. She was also the only candidate her age in over three hundred years to be accepted into the Wandless Magic program. The only Female ever as well. Wandless Magic wasn't easy. Two years ago she was accepted into the program and started in a prep class. She still was having problems and could only do basic spells, but she wasn't too worried.

She wandered her way down to the lake. Her black combat boots squelched in the mud. She had taken to Tonks two years ago and finally convinced her mom to get her them. Though she was still a 'little girl', her mom realized Ginny was growing up.

Ginny's robe was open and she pushed her hands into the pockets of her black jeans.

Ginny was extremely observant. It was virtually impossible to sneak up on her. So it wasn't surprising that she saw Draco Malfoy and his goons before they saw her. On a normal day, Ginny would have just turned and gone back into the castle. But today it was an overcast day, bordering on rain. Just the kind she liked.

So Ginny put on her best I'm-a-ditzy-Gryffindor-who-doesn't-realize-she's-about-to-run-into-three-nasty-Slytherins expression and walked on.

"Well, If it isn't little Miss Weasel." drawled a voice.

Ginny snapped her head up acting surprised. She almost was. Draco had filled out. Dressed in all black (tight) clothing, he was quite the figure.

Crabbe and Goyle were the same.

"Oh Malfoy, didn't see you there," she drawled back.

"Not obsessing over Potter again, I hope." he sneered.

During Ginny's third year, Hermione had confided that she had a crush on Harry. Ginny had set about to get the two together. After finally convincing him she was over him, (Not an easy feat; he was rather dense) she had gotten him and 'Mione together last summer.

"I have better thing to do," she said, looking bored at the conversation. Draco's remarks no longer got to her. Her schedule this year was way too hard, with her private lessons with Snape and her Wandless Magic class.

"Well apparently that stopped you shopping for decent clothes."

Ginny looked at the light blue shirt she was wearing. She liked that shirt. It had flaring sleeves and laced up at the top.

She hauled back and swung hard.