Okay, first things first. I am really sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I hope it won't happen again. Although, it might, so I'm not making any promises.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't have to write my story on FanFiction, now would I?

As he lay in bed late at night, Draco felt many emotions overtake him. The first was anger at Ginny Weasley. He was mad at her for always being where he was, and then for making him blush, even if it was only a teensy one. After the anger subsided, he was confused. He was confused as to why he had pulled her into that classroom and why he was always thinking about her. Mixed in with the anger and confusion, he felt sad that she didn't like him, more confusion on why he was sad about that, and nervous about meeting her again. A Malfoy. Nervous!

Then he went back to being angry because he was still thinking about the redheaded girl. Why was he always thinking about her? The following conversation occurred in his head while trying to answer that question.

I know! She put a spell on me!

And why would she do that?

How should I know?

You were the one who thought of it.

Just shut up!

Why don't you just admit it?

Admit what?

That you like her.

I do not like Ginny!

Then why did you call her by her first name?

I didn't.

Yes you did.

No I didn't!

Yes you did.

Why am I talking to myself?!

I dunno. You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity.

Well, just call me insane, because I think I do, in fact, like Ginny Weasley. But only a tiny bit.

Yeah, sure. Tiny.

Shut up.

So, as you can see, Draco finally admitted he liked Ginny. Granted, it was only to the little voice in his head, but that's a start. Now Draco was even more confused. How could he have fallen for someone he had hated for so long? Well, maybe he didn't exactly hate her. Her brother, yes. Stupid git. But your family doesn't show who you are. He was proof of that. Everyone compared him to his father and they expected him to become him. Followers of Voldemort—the ones from before Harry Potter defeated him—wanted Draco to be like his father, one of Voldemort's highest-ranking followers. Everyone else saw him as an evil, little clone of his Lucius Malfoy.

Draco did not like being compared to his father. In fact, he hated his father. He was always expecting the best out of his son and never congratulated him when he did well, only told him to do better. And he wanted Draco to become a Death Eater, a follower of Voldemort. Draco didn't know why though. Voldemort wasn't even alive. He assumed they thought he would come back. But he didn't. He was glad that Voldemort hadn't risen. Don't get me wrong, Draco didn't like muggle-borns or muggles, and he didn't really care for half-bloods, but the way Voldemort just killed innocent people was just downright cruel.

So, back to being compared to family members. Just because Ron Weasley was a complete and utter git, that didn't mean Ginny was. She was actually pretty cool, and she even stood up to Draco, something not many other people did. And the twins, Fred and George, were okay; but sometimes their pranks did go a little too far. Ginny was her own person, and shouldn't be judged by her family members.

Draco finally fell into a deep sleep, completely free of any dreams whatsoever. When he woke up he realized it was a weekday and groaned before getting up and going through his daily routine: get up, get dressed, eat, go to classes, eat again, do homework, go to sleep.

The next couple weeks went by like that for Draco, a normal routine, with the occasional opportunity to watch Ron Weasley's face turn as red as his hair. He did not, however, see the youngest Weasley, except for when he passed her in the halls, or at meals. And he didn't really pass her very much, so seeing Ginny at a close proximity of any sort seldom occurred. Draco knew he should be happy about that, but why was he a little disappointed?

He didn't stay disappointed for long.

He walked into his Transfiguration class with the Gryffindorks and sat in his usual seat. The chair next to him remained empty, considering the fact that the Gryffindors stayed as far away as possible from him and the other Slytherins already had partners. The door opened and Professor McGonagall walked in, followed by Ginny Weasley.

"Quiet," McGonagall told the class, and the students stopped whatever conversation they had been having. "I have a little announcement to make. Miss Weasley has shown very good transfiguration in my fifth year classes, so I have moved her into the sixth year class." Ron Weasley looked proud of his sister, as well as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. "Well, it seems as though there are no open seats, except the one next to Mr. Malfoy. He will be your partner, so Miss Weasley, please take your seat and we will begin our lesson."

Ginny frowned slightly and quickly made her way over to Draco and sat down. Professor McGonagall began the lesson on turning a cardboard box into a teapot. After giving the class the incantation, she gave each set of partners a box and told them to take turns transfiguring it. The room was soon filled with students saying the spell, but Draco and Ginny just sat in their seats, staring at the box.

Draco was the one to break the silence between them. "How about you go first, then I will be able to correct you on what you did wrong," he suggested, smirking.

"Sure, I'll go first. You seem like you need to have an example shown to you," Ginny shot back. Then she lifted her wand and said the spell. The cardboard box in front of them turned into a shiny black teapot with a pretty white snowdrop flower on the side. She turned to look at Draco and smiled innocently.

"Your turn."

Draco glared at her and then took his turn transfiguring the box after it had been changed back. This time, the teapot was a slight silver color, with a green dragon on it. Draco looked at Ginny and smirked. The redhead just smirked back.

"Alright, class," McGonagall said, "you all did well today. Because the spell was done mostly correctly by you, the essay I expect in two days only has to be a half of a foot long, instead of a foot. You are all dismissed." The class packed their things and exited the classroom.

Transfiguration was Draco's last class of the day, so he walked down into the dungeons to start on his homework. Professor Snape had been in a strange, slightly less unhappy mood that day and hadn't given a horrible amount of homework. The essay could be done by Draco without having to look in a book, only refer to his memory.

On his way to the Slytherin common room, he wondered what it would be like, having Ginny Weasley for a partner in Transfiguration for the rest of the year. Draco mentally shrugged. He would find out soon enough. At least he had that weekend to look forward to. It was the first trip to Hogsmeade that year, and he felt he was ready to get away from the Hogwarts grounds for a few hours.

Sorry it's so short. I know, cosidering I didn't update for a very long time, it would be longer, but I haven't had many ideas. Maybe a few reviews would help my brain think up some things...

Oh, I want to know if I should have Voldemort come to life. Please review and give me your suggestions.

Thanks!

-BookLover757

(Hey, I'm thinkning of changing my name to "Blue Belle" What do you think?)