Hello. sorry i haven't updated in a while. i just couldn't figure out what to write. okay, i have a few things i need to say (or, rather, write):

1) thank you to the two people that reviewed, but i would like a few more. pretty please!!

2) in this fanfic, Voldemort has not come back. but i will have him come alive if people want it and if i can put it into the sory. though it would be very easy, considering i am not sure where this story will go.

3) some of the chapters will have Ginny as the center of attention, and others will have Draco. it depends on what the chapter is about and who i want to be in the spotlight. i might even have Luna be the center of attention in one. this one is Draco.

thank you for choosing to read my story. enjoy!

It was sunny on the first Saturday of the term, and Draco Malfoy rolled off his bed while trying to get away from the beams of sun that were trying to get under his eyelids

It was sunny on the first Saturday of the term, and Draco Malfoy rolled off his bed while trying to get away from the beams of sun that were trying to get under his eyelids. He groaned and pushed himself off the floor. Draco got dressed and went down to breakfast. He sat at the Slytherin table and ate his breakfast quickly, still upset about the way he woke up.

When he was finished, Draco started to go to the Slytherin common room to get his bags, but remembered that it was Saturday. He stopped just outside the Great Hall and thought about what to do. He didn't really like weekends, because there wasn't much to do. He decided to go down to the lake and watch the Giant Squid.

He walked down to the dock and sat down. Either the Giant Squid was sleeping, or it didn't feel like surfacing. But whatever the reason, it didn't jump out, and so Draco was just looking out at the great expanse of the Black Lake.

Not long after Draco had gotten to the lake, Ginny Weasley arrived. Draco turned and saw her there, her red hair catching the sun and blowing in the slight wind. His breath caught slightly; the youngest Weasley really was the best-looking one. But Draco shook that thought out of his head. He was a Slytherin, and Slytherins don't like Gryffindors. And Malfoys definitely don't like Weasleys. It just didn't happen.

"Are you stalking me?" Draco asked Ginny.

"Excuse me? What are you talking about?"

"Well," Draco began, "first, a few days ago, you came outside after breakfast after me. And now, once again, you have followed me." He smirked at her.

"I'm not stalking you," Ginny said. "We just happen to end up at the same place, at the same time." She walked over and sat on the other side of the dock and let her feet dangle over the water.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Sitting."

"Why?"

"Because I feel like it."

"Why do you feel like it?"

"Why do you keep asking me questions?" Ginny looked over at Draco, who was looking at her, and sighed. "I want to sit here and look at the lake, but you happen to be here. I am trying to ignore you." She looked back out at the lake.

Draco also turned toward the lake and watched as the sun rose higher into the sky. He stole a few glances at the red haired girl next to him and couldn't help but think that she was very pretty. Stop it! he told himself. That is not something you should be thinking. She is a Gryffindor and a Weasley, and therefore not someone you should like.

After about ten more minutes Ginny got up and left without saying another word to Draco. He breathed in relief when she disappeared from his sight. He did not want to be near the youngest Weasley anymore. He somewhat enjoyed annoying her, but lately she was making him…less like himself. In other words, he was starting to like her. At least, a little bit.

He decided to stay at the lake for a little while longer, but the comfortable silence was broken when his fellow Slytherins, Crabbe and Goyle, came up to him.

"Why are you out here?" Crabbe asked. "There are first years that haven't been taught that we are better than them. Especially the mudblood first years. They need to know that they are lower than us."

"Well of course they are lower than us," Goyle said. "I mean, we are much taller then them. They would have to be complete idiots to not know that." Crabbe smacked his hand to his forehead and Draco rolled his eyes.

"He meant that they are lower than us because we are purebloods, which makes us better than them," Draco explained; Goyle was not the brightest boy. "Not as in height."

"Oh."

Draco rolled his eyes again. Then he looked at Crabbe. "Why don't you two go teach a few of them their lessons?" he suggested. "I kind of want to stay here for a little longer."

"Uh, okay," Crabbe replied before turning and walking away, with Goyle right behind him. Once they were gone, Draco sighed in relief for the second time that day. He didn't feel like tormenting anyone right then. Lately, Draco had not really liked picking on others. But if anyone found out about that, he would be very thoroughly interrogated, for he was notoriously known to be extremely mean, and was often called evil by some people.

Draco started to get hungry at the normal time of twelve o'clock. He went up to the Hogwarts castle and into the Great Hall. He took a seat at the Slytherin table and started to eat. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he took the first bite of his sandwich. After that he was shoving as much food into his mouth as he could.

Pansy Parkinson sat down next to Draco and watched him with a look of slight disgust on her face. "Jeez, Draco," she said. "Slow down. It's not going anywhere."

Draco looked up at her and swallowed. "I'm hungry," he stated simply.

"I can see that," Pansy replied. "But slow down before you choke and die." She was starting to act like a mother and Draco just rolled his eyes and continued cramming food into his mouth. Pansy mumbled something about him being like Crabbe and Goyle, but he just ignored her.

Once he was so full that if he ate even one more grape he would explode, he got up and went to the Slytherin common room to finish an essay for Transfiguration. He completed it quickly and picked up a book to read. He had always had a short attention span when it came to reading, so he soon got bored with his book. He sighed and then got an idea. He ran up to his dorm and got his broom, then went down to the Quidditch pitch.

When he got there he found that no one else was around. He mounted his broom and flew the perimeter of the pitch a few times, just for his own enjoyment. He was about to go get one of his friends to practice with when a figure with long red hair walked to the pitch. Draco hovered in the air, contemplating what to do. He ended up flying down and stopping right in front of her.

"Why do we keep coming to the same place?" Draco asked.

Ginny shrugged. "I dunno. I was bored and decided to practice flying. I hadn't been able to very much this past summer and Quidditch tryouts are soon and I want to be on the team. And why am I telling you this?"

"How should I know? You're the one who is talking."

Ginny rolled her eyes, then mounted her broom and took off into the air. Draco watched her for a moment before coming to his senses and flying up after her. They did their own thing for a few minutes, just flying around the pitch. When Draco became bored of that—and he could tell Ginny was too—he stopped and called out her name. Well, her last name.

Ginny came to a stop and looked at Draco. "What?" she asked.

"Well," Draco said, "I was wondering if you want to play a little game. See who can score the most goals in twenty minutes. What do you say?"

Ginny thought about it for a minute. "Fine," she agreed finally. "But I get to start with it, considering you are older than me." Draco nodded and went to get a quaffle. When he returned, he threw it to Ginny and they started the game. Ginny scored first but Draco countered it by scoring a goal of his own. The lead switched between the two often, and Draco was up by ten when Ginny threw the quaffle into the left hoop, making the game tied. Ginny glanced at her watch and saw that they had past their intended ending time by eighteen minutes. She was determined to win this game, so she quickly stole the quaffle from Draco (it wasn't the easiest thing, but she had done it a few times earlier and had gotten better) and made the final goal.

"Okay," she called to Draco. "Game's over." She hovered in the air and looked at Draco with a triumphant smirk on her face.

"What are you talking about, Weasley?" Draco asked, flying up to her after getting the quaffle.

"I have a higher score than you, we have been playing for about twenty minutes longer than we decided to, and, frankly, I want to go eat." Ginny landed, followed by Draco. "Good game, though."

"I can't believe I lost," Draco muttered.

"Don't worry, I won't tell your Slytherin buddies you lost to a girl younger than you," she mock-comforted him.

"Thanks," Draco replied dryly.

"You're welcome." Ginny picked up her broom and walked away, leaving a rather unhappy Slytherin behind her. Draco put the quaffle away and started up to the castle. On the way, he wondered whether the redheaded girl would tell anyone. He would have to wait to find out.

It turned out that Ginny hadn't told anyone about their little game. Well, except for Luna, and the Ravenclaw was so out there that Draco didn't really care what she thought about him. He knew that only Luna knew, because none of the Slytherins were laughing at him, as they would have if they knew about how Ginny Weasley had beat him a game of one-on-one Quidditch. The other students weren't laughing either.

Dinner passed, and Draco soon found himself in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was thinking, once again, about the youngest Weasley sibling, and he didn't want to. Nor did he want to accept that he was slowly but surely being attracted to her. He couldn't stand it. He would avoid her at all costs, and if she popped up again in a place that he was alone at, he would come to the conclusion that she was stalking him.

Draco did not want to fall asleep thinking about Ginny, so he thought about the upcoming Hogsmeade trip. Well, it was in three weeks, but it would be good for him to get out of the school, even if he had only been there for a week.

Draco fell asleep quickly and, thankfully, his dreams were free of Ginny. But they were full of pink bunnies, centaurs hula-hooping, and a crazy, talking bat, which, when he woke up, slightly freaked him out.

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