Hi there! I'm Mandy. And this is a story in two points of view: Draco's and Ginny's. Draco's POV is in italics.

Chapter 1:

"Ginny, hurry up! We hafta get to Diagon Alley!" I heard Ron yell from downstairs. He had been badgering me all morning, telling me to hurry up. The only reason was because he wanted to see Hermione. And yes, I wanted to see her too, but still I needed to make myself look decent. I curled my hair easily with a little spell I found in my "Guide to Being a Teenage Witch" book. After I had added a little mascara to my eyes, I looked at my reflection in my full-length mirror.

I had definitely changed since my 1st year. My hair was much longer and a lot lighter, courtesy of the sun. I was much taller and, I must admit, was much more "curvier" than usual. Yes that sounds very stupid, but I was too happy to care. As I grabbed my purse, someone burst into my room. It was Ron and he was fuming.

"Ginny! Come one! We have to get to Diagon Alley!!!!" he yelled. I rolled my auburn eyes and brushed past him saying, "You only want to go so you can see your dearest Hermione." He goggled at me for a moment and then headed down the stairs and I, triumphantly, followed after him.

Mum and Dad were standing by the fireplace talking in hush whispers, and when they saw us they quickly ended their conversation. Dad pecked Mum on the cheek and there was a loud pop and he was gone.

"Well then, we should probably be going now. Ron, you first." Ron and his tall figure walked into the fireplace, took a handful of Floo powder, and said clearly, "Diagon Alley!" Dropping the powder into the grate, in a swirl of green flames engulfing him, Ron had disappeared. It was my turn next. I stepped cautiously into the fireplace, took the powder, but then as I said "Diagon Alley" I had to sneeze, so it came out more as "Diachooooo Alley", which would lost likely not bring me to the place I was heading for.

"Are you ready yet, Draco?! We have to leave very soon!!!" my father said to me so kindly on the day of August 17th. I had just taken a long warm shower, and my eyes were beginning to feel drowsy. I was too tired to go anywhere, but I didn't have the courage to tell my father that.

"Yes father, I am ready." I replied adding marmalade to my already buttered toast. My father, who had been reading a letter from someone (I had a very sick feeling it was from Voldemort), scowled at me and turned to my mother, who was finishing her coffee.

"Narcissa, Draco and I have to go to Knockturn Alley for some, ahem, items we need. We shall be back shortly." Lucius said trying to sound happy. I rolled my eyes. My father wasn't happy, I wasn't sure why but he wasn't.

I nibbled at my toast, stalling for as long as I possibly could. But, to my dismay, after I had eaten half of it, my father took it out of my hand, grabbed my arm, and pulling it hard dragged me into the entrance hall.

"Come now, Mr. Levine will be waiting for us." Lucius said and he "popped" out. I should just stay here, I thought. But then I thought about the consequences and they were not worth it. So, frowning as usual, I apparated to Knockturn Alley.

I don't think I'm in Diagon Alley, I thought as I looked the dark, cold shop. A few customers glanced at me and scowled, but I was pretty much an unimportant event. I knew this was not Diagon Alley, for I seriously doubted any shop there would have "Changing Sides: From Good to Bad" by Xavier Arnolds or "Why You-Know-Who was Right" by Hildegard Haller. I found the exit and ran for it, only to bump into someone who I really did not want to see.

Draco Malfoy was knocked to the ground as I toppled over him. He grunted in pain as I fell hard on his back. I slowly lifted myself up. I held out a hand, almost sure he wouldn't take it. But I had to try, considering, it looked as though I really hurt him. But he did take it and I pulled him to his feet only realizing then we were not alone.

"Draco, will you please take Miss. Weasley back to Diagon Alley? And please hurry, Mr. Levine is very impatient." Mr. Malfoy spat, looking at me as though I was nothing but a dirty little rat. Malfoy told his father he would and pushed me ahead of him.

"Thanks." she said to me as we walked along the sinister corridors of Knockturn Alley. I gave her a puzzled look and said, "For what?"

"Well, um, taking me back. Though I don't think you are doing it voluntarily, thanks anyway." Ginny smiled and started to blush furiously.
"Don't mention it. Seriously don't." I said to her. We finally reached Diagon Alley. We stood there for a moment, and then came to our senses and walked away.

"Hey Malfoy!" I heard after walking about two feet. I turned back around and said rather impatiently, "Yeah?" She was grinning still. Ginny bit the side of her lip, and whispered, "See you around Draco."

"You were alone with Draco Malfoy?! He is probably the hottest guy at Hogwarts!" Claire, my best friend, informed me after I told her and Annalisse about what had happened. I snorted and took a sip of my butterbeer.

"Okay, but Claire, you also forgot to mention that he is a selfish annoying jerk." I added, but she kept smiling.

"Oh and that is why you, Ginevra Maria Weasley, flirted with him righ-?"

"Claire! I soooo did not flirt with him. I merely suggested that I would see him around, and that does make perfect sense, considering he goes to our school." I had won. I always did.

"And besides Claire, Ginny already has her eyes set on someone else. Don't Ya Gin? Mr. Harry Potter." Annalisse said. As she said this, Harry passed with Ron and Hermione. We exchanged glances and my heart nearly exploded. Those green eyes were so...sighhh! For awhile in my fourth I had gotten over him, really I had. But after spending so much time with him, those feelings just came back.

"Hello? Earth to Ginny? Hun I am really sorry I have to say this but..." I looked at Claire and asked worriedly, "Do I want to know?"

Claire frowned and pointed to a table behind me. I turned around and saw Hermione, Ron, Harry, and-

"Who's she?" I asked staring at the new girl. This girl had long bright blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She was giggling uncontrollably and so flirting with Harry.

"Her name is Heather Johnson. She is a new student at Hogwarts. She introduced herself when you were gone. Sorry sweetie." Annalisse replied glaring at the girl. Harry's eyes were locked on her eyes. I felt a surge of anger towards this person I didn't even know. I'm not sure how long I sat there looking at her. The time past by fast though because soon enough Annalisse and Claire were pulling me off my chair and heading my body towards Flourish and Blott's.

I walked back slowly to where my father was. I didn't want to see him at the moment. I felt guilty; I cringed about the way I was feeling. Don't get me wrong, I hated the Weasley's. But there was something about that girl's smile that had always gotten me. I shook off my feelings and met my father outside of "Dark as Night" the shop Ginny had come put of. We walked past a few shops and finally came to a very large building. The two doors swung open and my father and I walked in.

"Ahhhh! Mr. Malfoy, always on time." Mr. Levine said as we sat at his desk which was in a corner of the large room. Desks were accompanied by many witches and wizards. Mr. Levine, a very tall and gangly man with bright red eyes (he always gave me the creeps), shook my father's hand and rummaged through piles of paper work on his desk. I looked at my watch. 10 minutes to 11:00. We were supposed to be there at 10:05. I laughed to myself. He was so afraid of my father.

"Here it is! Draco's Death Eater paper work. Now Draco, are you sure you are committed to do this?" Mr. Levine asked me as I was watching some very gorgeous witch flirting with another wizard. I was so taken aback by this. I was about to say "No" when my father spoke.

"Yes, Joseph, of course he is! Now just put his name down and tell me when we can have the ceremony." he said angrily. I glared at him and looked back at the witch and wizard.

"Well, He is very busy. Many things have been happening lately. Many initiation ceremonies across the next few months. I think the next possible time is...December 25, but I don't think you'd like him to miss Christmas, so I'll-"

"No, put us down! As soon as possible please." Lucius said smiling a vicious smile. I gapped at him. How could he give me such an unwanted Christmas present?! Mr. Levine frowned at my father and started writing something on my papers.

"No! Father! It's Christmas, come on. Let me do it later. Please?" I pleaded. My father looked simply outraged at me. He took my arm for the second time that morning, and pulled me quickly out the room and into the nearest bathroom. He threw me across the room and my face collided with a sink. My lip was bleeding when I looked back at him.

"HOW DARE YOU EMBARASS ME LIKE THAT! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL!" He yelled at me. He walked over to me and kicked my side. I moaned in pain. He picked me up by the collar of my shirt and hit me hard across he face. Droplets of blood trickled down my chin as I tried to lift myself off my feet.

"You are a disgrace of the Malfoy name." he said and left swiftly. I didn't want to but I knew what was coming. Tears began to roll down my now beaten face. I stood up and walked over to a mirror. I had a large red hand mark across my cheek and my mouth was covered in ruby red blood. I got some tissue and touched my lip. It seared with pain and I felt such hatred against my father.

I grabbed a book on the top shelf in Flourish and Blott's. I looked at the cover, making sure it was the book I needed, and walked along the aisle with one thing on my mind. Heather. How can this girl who Harry has known for less than a day just come here and take him away from me?, I thought. I mean, if anyone deserved him it was so me! Not some new girl. Grrrr, this made me mad! As I passed a corridor and decided to forget about it, I was knocked again into someone, and surprisingly it was the same person as before.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here? I thought-" and then I stopped and looked at his face. He had a large bruise on his cheek and a cut on his lip. He looked away from me and tried to lift himself of the ground. After a few pathetic tries, he looked back at me. I held out my hand for him the second time that day, but knew he would take it.

"Mal-Draco…what happened?" I asked trying to sound sincere. Even though I did feel sorry for him at the moment, it was Malfoy after all. Draco was looking very regretful and very scared.

"Nothing. Nothing happened. I have to go." He said turning away. But I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards me. When he twirled he didn't stop himself so he accidentally ran into me and pushed me against the book case. His face turned dark red, and I guess mine did too, because all of a sudden my face went very warm. Draco stepped back and I looked at his face.

"Draco, what's the matter? Maybe I can help." I said quietly. He chuckled a little, but it wasn't a "haha" funny chuckle. It was dark and bitter.

"You can't help me Weasley." When he said this he looked my straight in the eye. "Why not?" I asked. I needed an answer.

"LISTEN WEASLEY! YOU CAN'T HELP ME. No one can help me! I'm being beaten by an enemy no one can stop. Weasley, my father is very powerful. You stand in his way you become like me. A slave to his every wish."

I had no idea what came over me. I had just told Ginny everything, well the main parts of it at least. She just stood there goggling at me. I must've scared her because after a few moments tears began rolling down her pale face. Ginny slowly nodded her head and left me standing alone in the aisle. It was right when she turned the corner that I realized what I had done. Someone had been willing to help me but I just blew them off. This girl, this one girl, could have helped me. But no I lost my temper and now no one could help me. I was alone.

And now I really had nowhere to go. If I went home father would surely give me a beating, a worse one at that. But if I went anywhere else, he would find me. I was trapped. I finally dealt with the realization that I was going to be in pain tonight and apparated home. When I arrived the house was silent, except for the natural humming of Hartley, our house-elf. I checked every room in the house. No one was there. I looked outside but the garden was empty. My mother should've been home.

I walked into the kitchen to get a small snack, and just then I noticed a letter on the table, and it was addressed to me. It read:

Dear Draco,

This is your father. I see you apparated after our little "quarrel." Well my son that was not a very good idea, because right after you did You-Know-Who actually came to The Dark Wizard's Institute. He was actually looking for you. You may ask why. He has a plan for you…

As I read on I just wished I was dead. What I was asked to do was possible yes, but I was not looking forward to it. And this was a direct order from the dark Lord. It's not like I could just blow it off. After reading the whole letter I sighed and made myself a small ham sandwich. Why her? Why couldn't it be anyone else? Why did it have to be Ginny Weasley?