Sixteen year old Ginny Weasley awoke from her half-sleep, noticing the sun just starting to appear over the horizon. She had woken up early yet again! ::I haven't gotten a good night's sleep since Christmas break at The Burrow!:: She rose from her bed, quickly got dressed and looked in the mirror long enough to brush her hair and try her hardest at concealing the purplish bags under her eyes. She grabbed her school books and started her journey to the school library, it would be an hour or so before breakfast was served.

On her way to the library she had spaced out so much that she didn't notice the blond haired boy walking towards her, or his smirk. Ginny walked directly into Draco Malfoy with a loud smack, dropping all her books, quills, parchment and ink bottles which, to top it off, shattered, showering them both in ink. Draco, oblivious to the fact that his robes were now drenched in blue ink smirked and said crudely,

"Oh, was poor Weasel-ette in too much of a hurry to put her stuff in a bag?"

Not pausing for a response the young *A/N not to mention sexy* young man continued, "Well this is your lucky day because I'm in a good mood!"

Ginny simply stood there and glowered at him through his whole speech, ::I'd love to just rip his head off and use his perfectly glued back, blond hair to mop all this stupid ink off me::

"And how would that make this my lucky day, Mal-ferret," she asked through gritted teeth.

Malfoy pondered this for a moment then said, "Because I'm not in the mood to give you hell, that's why," he spat.

With that he gave her a smirk that almost resembled a grin. Ginny wanted to sock him in the face, but instead said in her most icy tone, "Too late, you already have."

Malfoy shrugged and started to walk away, Ginny was so distraught and enraged that she gathered her stuff and began walking back to her dormitory.

By the time she had cleaned off all of her things people had begun heading down to breakfast. When she reached the Great Hall she took a seat next to Harry who'd just gotten back from early Quidditch practice, shortly joined by Ron and Hermione who looked as though they were about to rip eachother's heads off.

"Morning Harry." Ginny mumbled quietly.

"Hey Gin, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, just had a run-in with a very nasty ferret."
"Hmm, sounds like fun!" Harry said cooly though with a smile on his face.

When almost everyone had arrived for breakfast, the food had still not been served. Many people were wondering what in the world was going on until Dumbledore stood from the staff table.

"I have some good news," Dumbledore said with a giant smile on his face.

"There will be a trip to an island in the Bahamas during this year's spring break, if any of you wish to attend, you must be in at least 6th year and you must have parent permission-"

"Well there goes the trip for me!" Harry growled angrily, he knew the Dursley's would not sign the permission form and he was no longer able to ask Sirius to sign it for him, though that was still a touchy subject for him.

"If you would like to go," Dumbledore continued.

"You can get a parent permission form at a table that will be set up on the right of the doors outside the hall. Enjoy your breakfast!" and with that, he sat down and the food appeared.

"Oh this is going to be such fun," Ginny giggled with anticipation.

"I'm going to go get a form, I don't feel like eating, want me to grab you one Ron, Hermione?" Ginny asked carefully, not wanting to get yelled at.

They turned their heads in unison, nodded and turned back to eachother, continuing their arguement.

"See you later, Harry."
"Bye." He mumbled.

With that Ginny turned and walked toward the doors, noticing a few people abandoning their breakfast's to do the same. As she reached the table there was a rather large stack of papers, she took a copy and turned, running (yet again) into Malfoy.

"What the hell! Are you following me today or something?" she asked with malice.

"No, get out of my way, then again, if you're going, I'm not sure I'd like to," he said rather cruelly.

She stepped out of his way, mutterered, "Sod off, Malfoy," and walked to her first class, double potions with Snape.

As she climbed down the steps toward the dungeons she saw Snape "welcoming" his students into the classroom, as he saw her approach he growled, "You're going to be late if you don't speed up Miss Weasley." So she sped up as little as possible without him telling her again and took her seat in the back of the room. It was a usual lesson and Snape was his usual jack-ass self so she figured she'd just take the stupid notes and get it over with.

After class she walked out to Hagrid's hut for care of magical creatures. She didn't exactly love his class, but she enjoyed having him as a teacher. As she was walking down she noticed Harry, Ron and Hermione all heading back up to the castle, Ron and Hermione still going at it. She stopped, winked at Harry and said, "So I guess you lot are all having a good day...?" Ron and Hermione just sort of glanced at her, said "hello" and continued walking. Harry stayed behind.

"Do you think the Dursley's will sign your form for you?" she asked nonchalantly, she didn't want him to know that she secretly wanted him to go...though, what she didn't know is, that would be changing soon.

"They may, if I don't get under their skin too much when I ask them."
"How are you going to ask?"
"Well, I was considering sending it by owl, but I may just send it to your mum and have your dad mail it to them by muggle post."
"Sounds like a good idea, considering your aunt's annoyance with birds."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. Well, I better be going, see you at lunch."
"Of course, see you later."

Harry hugged her very quickly in, what he though, a brotherly manner, then strode off catching up to his friends. As Ginny continued on her way to Hagrid's hut she saw Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle all heading in her direction. She made a swift turn to dodge them and then made a bee-line straight for Hagrid's hut.

She was heading straight for Hagrid, to say good morning, when someone grabbed her from behind. To her shock it was none other than her -still covered in ink- blond haired "friend".

"Morning again Weasel," he said smirking.

"I've seen enough of you to last me a lifetime just this morning Malfoy, why don't we just call it a day?"

"Not quite what I had in mind, are you still going on the Bahama trip?"
"Of course I am!" she sighed indignantly.

"Damn, I was hoping I may actually get to go!" he whined feining an air of dismay.

"And why can't you go and just pretend I'm not there so we would both be happy?" she asked, getting even more annoyed than before, though trying to cover it as much as possible.

"Because your red hair is going to fill whatever it is they're using to take us there, of course!"

She suppressed a shreak as she turned, meaningfully hitting him in the face with her ponytail, and stormed off to go see Hagrid.

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As Draco sprinted off towards his friends he mentally rewarded himself on his third win of the day with just one person! Boy did she look angry, it made his good mood even more great.

"Having fun toying with the little rat, are you Malfoy?" Pansy teased, obviously trying to flirt (which wasn't going to work with Draco).

"Just a little, you know how it goes." Honestly he didn't know why he enjoyed it so much, it just gave him such a high to get a rise off that girl!

"You stupid git, don't you see?" Pansy barked.

"See what?" He nearly spat in her face.

"That you have the hotts for a Weasel!"
"Are you bloody daft Parkinson? I only do it because it gets her so angry!" ::Wrong move::

"Exactly what I meant you bloody prat!"

"Stop acting like you rule the world, Parkinson, you and I both know that I've got double your family's wealth. So if either of us is going to rule, it'll be me."

At that she gave a high-pitched squeal of laughter, though she didn't comment any more about the "weasel". When they reached Professor McGonagall's room they were just on time, to be late that is.

"Hurry up and get in your seats!" McGonagall barked at them.

"Now, where was I...Ah yes, I remember. If any of you are planning on going on the trip to the Bahamas, you must have your forms in to me or Professor Dumbledore on monday of next week. There will be a meeting planned for everyone attending on Wednesday of next week. Now we will continue with the lesson I planned."

With that, McGonagall got four volunteers (Hermione, Neville, Harry, and Draco, even though the only one to actually volunteer was Hermione) to pass out a ferret to each of their class members. They were then instructed to transfigure the ferrets into a footrest, complete with burgundy silk and four clawed, wooden feet which it would stand on.

"I absolutely detest ferrets," Draco complained loud enough for McGonagall to hear him, though she made no comment.

"I know what you mean, terribly stupid, smelly creatures aren't they?" Pansy replied.

"Yes, not to mention ugly."
"Too bad that's how lowly Weasel thinks of you, don't think you've got a shot there Malfoy, who would want a stupid, smelly, not to mention ugly boyfriend anyway?"

Draco growled with anger in reply, he didn't feel like getting back into THAT argument again!

After Draco had tried several times, his ferret had turned a slightly red-brown color and it's coat resembled silk, it's body had grown a few feet, as was expected, but it's legs were not wooden and it's head had not disappeared so it was running around their table. He finally was able to put a stunning spell on it and finish the rest of the transfiguration. McGonagall came over and regarded him with high marks.

It was then that Draco looked around the room. Crabbe and Goyle's ferret was a green color and, instead of it's feet turning to wood, it's head was wooden. They were just sitting there, dumb-founded, stupidly laughing their asses off at their soon to be bad mark on this lesson. Harry and Neville's ferret was a foot rest, though it still had a head, and it's feet were wooden but the color of ash.

Then he came to Ron and Hermione... their ferret was, of course, a perfect looking foot rest, and they were admiring it together very happily, though soon Ron decided he didn't like the color Hermione had made it (he said it was a little too dark for what McGonagall had directed) so he pointed his wand at it and exploded into flames. Hermione gasped, turned to him and slapped him as hard as she could, then turned to McGonagall and asked to leave class early. ::Of course she was allowed to leave, that stupid ass-kisser, I can't believe she gets away with things like that, Snape doesn't even let me do that!::

When Draco had sat comfortably down to lunch he began eating, listening intently to Crabbe and Goyle arguing over who fucked up their foot rest most, and looking around for someone to bully. Not noticing anyone special he turned around and began bullying a first year Hufflepuff sitting directly behind him. After a few minutes of intense provocation she ran out of the Great Hall sobbing.

He turned back to his meal with his good mood fully restored. Just then in walked the youngest Weasely. She was looking fairly unhappy and, to his great surprise, he wanted to run to her and comfort her. This thought seemed completely rediculous the moment it came into his brain though, and he managed to suppress a laugh. ::Where did that come from?::

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*A/N I hope all of you liked the first chapter, I'm not that good with arguments, I'm gonna have to start getting into more so I can think of good comebacks. please r&r, as it says at the top o-O thank you!*