What's Love?

A/N: This just popped into my head while I was thinking about Ginny/Draco fics. My sister's best friend wrote a Narcissa/Lucius fic about how Narcissa fell in love with her husband during school but became depressed when he changed and didn't seem to notice her. That was the main inspiration to this fic (though I've never quite got along with the author) but whatever. Their username is SeraphAngel and I recommend her fanfiction, though I still don't like the person herself. Maybe it's those awful stories my sister's told her about me.... o_O

Chapter 1

It was going to be Ginny's fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was currently in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, watching Ron and Hermione play a game of Exploding Snap.

"Careful Ron!" she said as he chose to put a card at the top of the pile with only two unstable cards supporting it.

"I'm not stupid you know---"

Too late.

The cards exploded and disappeared, as well as his eyebrows. Almost everyone in the compartment laughed...almost everyone.

Harry was staring out the window, ignoring the laughter surrounding him. The other three exchanged glances.

"Harry?" Ginny said. "Are you ok?"

"Fine," he replied, "just peachy."

"Look," said Hermione, "we know you miss him. We all do!"

"But you don't know what it's like," he said quietly. "You don't know what it's like to be responsible for someone's death."

"That's not true, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "You're not responsible for what happened!"

He didn't answer, but continued to stare out the window.

"We're really sorry for what happened to Sirius," Hermione said. "We don't know what it's like to lose someone that close, or to feel like it's all our fault. But there are some things that can't change."

"Well they should change." He said in a shaky tone, as if trying to keep from yelling. "Then Sirius would still be alive...still with us."

"But he's not with us, Harry." Ginny said.

Hermione and Ron shot her a look that said 'How could you say that?'

Harry stiffened.

"He's not with us," she repeated. "He's all around us."

Harry slowly looked away from the window at Ginny and gave a small smile.

"Thanks," he muttered. "I needed that."

"You're welcome," she replied. "Now who wants to play another game of Exploding Snap?"

"No, thank you," Ron said, feeling where his eyebrows used to be. "How long d'you reckon it'll take for them to grow back?"

"Five minutes if you go to Madam Pomfrey after dinner," Harry laughed. "But I'd like to see you and Hermione play a game of wizard's chess."

"My money's on Hermione," Ginny called.

"Gee, thanks for your support," Ron muttered.

So Ron and Hermione played Wizard's Chess when Ginny thought of something.

"Ron? Hermione?" she said. "Weren't you supposed to go to the Prefects' compartment?"

They both jumped up.

"Oh shoot!" Ron exclaimed.

The two sixth years ran out of the compartment.

Harry laughed.

"I'd never thought Hermione would forget something like that! Ron maybe..."

"Of course," she giggled. "Typical Ron!"

Harry smiled.

'She really is grown up now,' he thought. 'Not a kid anymore...'

"Well," Ginny jumped up. "I'm famished. I'm going to find the food trolley. Do you want anything?"

"No, it's alright," he replied.

"Ok," and she set off.

She looked in many compartments looking for the food trolley. She opened another compartment door and bumped into someone.

"Oof!" She fell backwards and looked up.

"Watch where you're going, Weasley!" said Draco Malfoy.

"You watch it!" She muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," she mumbled.

She was about to continue onto other compartments when she heard him say "Rotten Weasel."

"What did you say?" She said, turning around to face him.

"I called you a Rotten Weasel!"

"Shut up, Ferret-boy!"

Malfoy glared at her.

"Excuse me?" he said in a dangerous sort of voice.

"You heard me," she said coolly.

Malfoy's eyes were now narrowed into slits.

"You-You-" he seemed at a loss for words.

"I what?" Ginny said fiercely. "Ferret got your tongue?"

"Being a Ferret is better than a pathetic Weasel," he snapped.

"Maybe, but being a Weasel is better than being a Malfoy!"

"Ha!" he laughed. "Oh sure, being poor and unable to afford anything new!"

"I don't care if I'm poor," she replied hotly. "At least I'm not a spoiled brat!"

"What's your muggle-loving father been doing all these years to support you family anyway? Digging through garbage?"

Ginny's face burned red, redder than her hair.

"He supports my family by caring about us!" she said through gritted teeth. "As long as my family loves me, I could feel richer than the Queen of England!"

Malfoy blanched, not knowing what to say.

Ginny turned on her heel, about to walk away when Malfoy spoke again.

"What's love?"

A/N: Well? What d'ya think? Hey, does anyone know how to do italics? Oh, and I'm open to all ideas you might have for this story because I constantly have writer's block for my stories so I'm gonna need a lot of help from reviewers.