A/N: I will be doing another story based on Draco and his future wife... But this fic will be set in the future, post Hogwarts. But there are no OCs and I will definitely stay in character. Please check it out. I think it will be much better than this one.

Hermione came back from her class while I was lying on my bed reading a novel and eating chocolate frogs at the same time.

She gave me a weird look; I put my hands up defensively, "I'm allowed a little comfort food ok? Besides, this isn't just any chocolate frog. This is Premium Chocolate Frog."

"Is there a difference?"

I looked at the label closely, "It says here that they expanded their franchise."

"Ginny."

Something in her tone that made me put down my frogs and novel.

"Ginny," She inched close to me asked very seriously, "If you were paired up with someone really arrogant, really showoff-ish and criticizes you on every single thing that you do, would you be mad?"

"Of course." I held her hand, and said without hesitation.

"Even if you have to admit that the person is really smart?"

"Naturally."

She pulled her hands away and buried her head in her pile of books.

"Even you say that! No wonder Lavender doesn't want to be my Potion partner anymore!"

"…"

I opened up a purple wrapper, and a small chocolate frog about the size of my thumb jumped out. I held it in my hand, and that's when Hermione said, "Why? Are you trying to imitate the princess and the frog?"

"What?"

"The fairytale. You haven't heard of it?"

"No." I said, "is it a muggle thing?"

"Well, sort of. You see there was a little princess. She lost her ball in the well while playing with it. A frog jumped out of the well and said he would retrieve it if she kisses him."

"And did she?"

"I'll let you figure it out." Hermione said, "I got to get to arithmetic."

I stayed in my dorm and looked at the small frog in my hand.

I kissed its tiny head, and said, "so what now? Is something about to happen?"

"Ginny!" Hanna Abbot came in to my dorm, and said, "Michael wants to see you~~~"

"What?" I said, startled. "…why?"

"I don't know." She said in a sing-along voice, but hinting strongly to me that she knows.

"Michael Corner?"

"The same."

I jumped off my bed, and walked downstairs to the common room, where Fred and George were decorating the room for Halloween.

Michael was there, standing in front of the common room door.

"Hi Ginny." He said, "Do you want to practice flying with me today?"

Then he smiled a smile that almost dazzled me.

I think I'm blind.

"Uh…"

"It's just, I really look forward to flying with you. Everybody is saying that you're a really good seeker."

"Not as good as Harry…" I said

Speak of the devil. Harry was walking upstairs with Ron, they both casts me a glance, and said, "Hi, Gin."

"Hi, devil." I said.

They looked at me funnily.

I quickly corrected myself, "I mean, hi, guys. I'm going flying—"

"With this?" Ron asked, looking at Michael up and down with scorn.

I feel so embarrassed for my brother, but I couldn't say it aloud, so I said, "Yes, Ron, I want to practice before our first match…"

"Listen Gin, Just because you made it to our team doesn't mean that you have the ability to be able to just fly off on your own…"

"Give her some credit, Ron." Harry laughed, "Come on, let's go change. It's time for dinner."

"Are you hungry? Do you want to have some dinner first?" Michael asked.

So the supposed flying exercise turns out to be a dinner in Hogsmeade.

For the life of me, I don't get it, how was a planned flying exercise turned into a romantic dinner? There are even candles and flowers on the table. I don't think I saw any other table have candles and flowers.

Besides the butter beer was poured in small vials with delicate glass as holders. The yellow liquid looks so pretty that I'm even scared to drink it, let along chug it all down like I normally do.

This experience has made me unconsciously act more lady-like. I wasn't even aware of my transformation. All I know is that suddenly I was acting more and more timid, like a little bird, pecking my food instead of eating and chewing it. Sipping my drink instead of really drinking it. And I smiled so much that I think I was in danger of a face cramp.

This dinner went well. We talked about insignificant things like weather (which was nice), the Quidditch teams (I argued the cup belongs to Gryffindor this year), fashion (apparently white scarves are in season this year), and last, we talked about relationships.

"I really wanted to find a nice girl, who understands me, and really truly cares about me…" He said.

I sipped on my butter beer, and looked at him, really looked at him this time.

He has curly blond hair, a remarkable nose, and sparkling eyes.

"Me too." I said, "I mean, a nice boy who understands me."

He smiled warmly, and took my hand in his.

Just my luck. A group of Slytherins walked in. Including Zabini and Malfoy.

Zabini took one look at us, and then whispered something towards the blond weasel, which snickered, and decides to walk towards us.

"One punch wasn't enough for you, Malfoy?" I asked coldly.

He laughed, and said, "Looks like Corner is going out with Weasly."

I clenched my fist, but Michael said smoothly, "Ginny, let's go."

I agreed, while secretly thanking him that he doesn't let my temper get the best of me.

Zabini gave me a look that could pierce right through me. I shuddered, and quickly said, "Michael, let's go somewhere more private…"

His eyes lit up.

Almost immediately as I said it, I regretted it.