A little something I wrote ages ago and found on my computer randomly. It made me laugh, I hope you enjoy it, too. Four chapters, daily update, please review.

For the purposes of this fic, Ginny arrived separately from her family to complete her seventh year at Hogwarts, and Draco is repeating the year since I doubt anyone actually got round to sitting their NEWTs in book 7 what with the whole battle and all. Also no parents are allowed through the barrier hence the empty platform.

-Chapter One – Of all the people I could have been stuck with

Ginny ran up the platform, long red hair blowing across her face and into her slightly open mouth. Running was a difficult feat for the normally athletic girl, because she was carrying a trunk almost as tall and twice as wide as her, had a broomstick strapped across her back, and her pet cat Sneak was clinging for dear life to her shoulder, yowling disparagingly in her ear at the inconvenient jolting motion her owner was creating.

It was no good, though, legging it down the platform with no regards to her dignity or the Statute of Secrecy, with everyone staring at the insane redhead trying to go at fifty miles per hour with a lead-weighted coffin through King's Cross Station, rubbing their eyes as the bizarre spectacle suddenly disappeared with a last fading yowl and flash of red as she bolted through the barrier dividing the magical world from the muggle. It was fruitless. From her panicked half-glance at the clock, she knew she would never make it in time.

Sure enough, as she careered onto the platform, she was just in time to see the last snatch of scarlet and the dispersing tendrils of smoke fade out of sight, leaving nothing but yards of empty track.

"Oh sh-"

WHOOMPH!

As Ginny stood just in front of the barrier, panting and staring in horror at the rapidly diminishing train, a very solid someone crashed into her from behind, sending her and her trunk flying, landing sprawled across the empty platform. Sneak jumped lightly off her shoulder and scampered casually away, totally unruffled by her fall.

"What in the name of seven hells was that?" she cursed, once she found her breath. She struggled to her knees, shoving her trunk off her, and looked around. Behind her was the prone form of a boy, green scarf draped comically over his platinum blond hair.

"Did I miss it?" Draco Malfoy said, looking up in panic. He had not, apparently, noticed that he was in the company of one Ginevra Weasley, or that he had totally knocked said Ginny half way across the conspicuously empty platform.

"Yes, Malfoy," Ginny drawled sourly. "You missed it. You did not, however, miss me. That hurt, you moron."

"Oh. Sorry," Draco said casually, not sounding very sorry at all.

A few moments of silence followed, in which the two students straightened their hair and dusted off their clothes.

"I can't help noticing," Draco said a few moments later, eyeing Ginny speculatively. "That you seem to have missed it, too."

"How perceptive of you," she said sarcastically.

"Well, how do you intend to get to Hogwarts?" he demanded. "I take it you don't have an owl?"

"Not unless there's something Sneak has been hiding really well. Like, say, wings," Ginny muttered to herself.

"I beg your pardon?"

"No, Malfoy. I am just as screwed as you are," she said loudly.

"Well don't get your panties in a twist. At least we're both here together."

"Exactly how is that supposed to make me feel better?" Ginny asked incredulously, eyeing Malfoy in a worried manner. He returned the look, his face entertaining the slightest of frowns.

"Oh. Good point."

"I'd say."

"Well, then, Weasley, do you have any smart ideas? Got a flying car handy?"

"Har har. For your information, Malfoy, I have an excellent idea." Ginny sat and crossed her arms, looking smug. Malfoy raised one perfect eyebrow expectantly.

"Well?" he prompted when she did not elaborate.

"You get on your hands and knees and I ride you to Hogwarts," Ginny remarked acerbically. "Grow a brain, Malfoy, and work it out. What do we have in common?"

"We both respire?" Draco said. "Other than that, Weasel, you and I have nothing in common."

"Hey," Ginny yelped. "Feel the burn. We have lots in common, although it pains me to admit it."

"Such as?" Draco raised both eyebrows, and regarded Ginny with clinical interest.

"We're both magical, we're both purebloods, we're both uncommonly pretty and we both captain our Quiddich teams."

"So?" Draco drawled. "Wait, you think I'm pretty?"

"No, I think I'm pretty, I just wanted to get that one in. You could be worse, I suppose." In fact, Ginny thought Draco looked very pretty, with his blond hair a little longer than she had seen it before, and in a tousled heap from his own sprint, and his long, lean legs propping him against the side of the wall. He wasn't going to know that, though.

"Oh, you wish you were as pretty as I am," Draco said, a cocky expression on his face.

"Whatever, Malfoy. At least I'm ten times smarter," Ginny responded, rolling her eyes. "Because I noticed that the final and most important thing we have in common is that we both have freaking great broomsticks tied to our backs." She looked hard at Draco, whose face unclouded with a look of dawning comprehension.

"Nice work, Weasley," he complimented. Ginny raised her eyes in surprise. "I had of course considered the option," he dismissed. Ginny snorted.

"Whatever, Malfoy," she laughed. "You would have sat here til Christmas if I hadn't been here."

Malfoy shot her a scowl, and she smiled sweetly at him. He had to admit, she did look very lovely, radiant smile in place and her silky red hair tumbled across her back and shoulders.

"Shall we, then?" he invited, getting gracefully to his feet and offering her his hand. She took it, eyeing him suspiciously at this show of chivalry.

"Sure," she said cautiously. She unstrapped her broom and performed a hover charm on her trunk so that she could secure it to her broom without weighing it down. As she coaxed Sneak back into her arms she noticed Draco follow her example.

"What're you going to do with the cat?" he asked.

"Put her on my head to keep my ears warm," Ginny said sarcastically. Draco gave her a funny look, as if he couldn't work out if she was joking or not.

"I have a rucksack," he offered. "You can put her in there if you like, she'll be fine on top."

"...Thanks," Ginny said, considering the option. "That'd be really useful."

"Do I get to have a brain, too, then?" he asked hopefully, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Ginny looked at him appraisingly.

"Maybe half of one," she conceded, wiping the smirk off his face. "Let's get on with this, then, shall we?" Draco nodded, wondering why he was engaging with the girl whose family he had spent the last seven years tormenting. Oh well, anything to make the time pass more swiftly.

"To Hogwarts," he said, rather superfluously, pointing to an unspecified spot in the distance. Beside him, he heard Ginny sigh.

"Of all the people I could have been stuck with..."