Summary: Ginny's got a secret admirer. Could he be that cute new teacher? Could he be her house team's seeker? Could he be someone whom she knew right from her very first year at Hogwarts? Or could he be one of the most unlikely person to even notice her?
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Although I wish they were a product of my very own imagination, sad to say I only own the plot & the other characters that might pop up somewhere down the road here.
PhoenixRae's Notes: after the success of Mission: Capture the Heart of the Resident Bad Boy and Defense Against You I decided to try out for a third story. To all those who read & enjoyed my first two finished Draco/Ginny stories, thank you all so much for reading & reviewing, I hope you enjoy this third try of mine to handle their love story. I know the secret admirer plot is overrated since it's used quite a lot, but as always, I have my own different take on this story plot so please bear with me, thanks! J
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I. All Aboard!
Ginny checked every compartment that would be able to accommodate her, but so far everywhere else was full. She didn't want to sidle in with Hermione, Harry, and Ron since she knew they would be far too damn busy talking about stuff they would only know what it was about to pay the slightest bit of attention to her. She continued walking down each train cart until she found one that was too full; only three people were occupying it so far. She knocked on the door and waited until three heads turned to her, frowning and scowling at having been interrupted from their discussion—whatever kind of discussion it was that she just unceremoniously interrupted.
"Yes?" barked the blond haired, grey eyed member of the trio.
Ginny was momentarily rendered speechless as her brown gaze locked with the icy bluish-grey gaze of the leader of the group. She took a quick inventory of his blond hair chopped short, styled using probably a pound of hair gel to make it stick out like spikes. Seemed like someone had made some major changes for the upcoming school year over the summer. Finally she ended her scrutiny of the prominent blond haired Slytherin boy when her eyes collided with the cold stare of those bluish-grey eyes.
She just walked in to a compartment occupied by none other than Draco Malfoy and his thugs!
"What do you want, Weasley?" Draco snarled when she still hadn't given him an answer.
Ginny quickly snapped out of her trance and matched his scowl with hers. Squaring her shoulders, she pushed away from the door and jutted her chin.
"Nothing you can give, Malfoy," she replied back acidly.
"Then why in the bloody hell did you interrupt us?"
"I was just about to ask if I could sit with you guys, but I seem to have walked in to the wrong compartment. This one reeked of some foul stench," she wrinkled her nose in disgust and turned her back to the stunned faces of the occupants of the compartment.
Ginny Weasley just mouthed them off. Ron Weasley's meek and timid sister just grew a pair!
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Ginny finally found a compartment that was occupied by one person. He was deep in concentration reading a book and was seated by the window on one side of the compartment.
"Excuse me, would you mind if I sit with you?" she asked the sole occupant of the compartment.
A pair of milk chocolate brown eyes met Ginny's and she sucked in a big breath when she recognized the young man in the compartment.
"Oliver!" she exclaimed and didn't wait to be invited in. "What are you doing here?"
Oliver Wood put down the book he was reading and smiled up at the youngest Weasley offspring. He didn't have to think twice about who she was; her mass of coppery reddish-brown hair and freckled face told him she was a Weasley. And didn't he just spend not this past summer, but the summer before, with her and her family? Fred and George heard he was in town and decided to invite him over to the Burrow for the weekend to catch-up on things; even Percy was up for a chat and so was Ginny.
"Hello, Ginny. How are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she nodded, "And you?"
"I'm great. Nervous, actually, but great nevertheless," he admitted.
"Why are you nervous?" she frowned, "And what are you doing here?"
"I'm nervous because I'm going to be teaching at Hogwarts," he confessed, his cheeks slightly flushed.
"Really?" Ginny's eyes widen in surprise. She sat down on the bench across from him, tucking her legs underneath her and made herself comfortable, "Which subject? Who retired? Who quit?" she fired question after question at him, intrigued at this surprise revelation. He couldn't be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts; that position had been filled since two years ago so nobody was fighting over that position anymore.
Oliver held up his hand and laughed, "Whoa, slow down, Ginny! One question at a time, please," he smiled.
"Oh…sorry," Ginny blushed and clamped her mouth. "It's just that…well, I'm just surprised and excited you might say. I mean, if you replace one of those teachers whom I least like then I'll be in heaven!" she giggled.
Oliver smiled, his dimples showing and making Ginny realize for the first time in all the years that she have known Oliver Wood that he was one of the cutest boy ever to grace Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with his presence!
"I was asked by Headmaster Dumbledore to take over Professor Binns History of Magic class," he informed her, "It seems like dear old Binns finally decided to join the other ghosts in the afterlife," he added with a wink.
"Finally! History of Magic won't be boring anymore!" Ginny squealed, delighted at the prospect of having Oliver Wood take over what usually was a boring History of Magic class with the ghost professor.
"I sure hope so," Oliver smiled sheepishly.
"Nah, don't worry too much about it, Oliver. Oh, should I call you professor now or can I still call you Oliver?" she frowned as she made herself more comfortable in her seat.
"You can call me professor or Oliver, but I prefer to be called just Oliver for now. I think being addressed as 'Professor Wood' is a bit too formal for my taste."
"You got it, Professor," Ginny grinned.
Oliver and Ginny spent the better part of the trip to Hogwarts talking and discussing everything from Quidditch (Oliver said he traded a chance to work with professionals in Quidditch to become a teacher at Hogwarts) to everything else that happened at Hogwarts since he left. Ginny was more than accommodating to update him on who's dating whom nowadays and who won the House Cup the year before.
They were lost in their conversation to notice that someone walked by their open compartment door and was watching the perky redhead chatter it up with the boyish new professor. He remained hidden in the shadows as he watched Ginny Weasley enjoy what looked like a fun conversation with none other than Oliver Wood.
You could be Oliver right now, you know? If only you paid attention to her, his nagging conscience reminded him bitterly.
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A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Who could that person be spying on Ginny and Oliver? I know it's a short chapter, but I'm still working on it so please be patient with me. I got about 3 other stories to work on and after getting the idea for another fic I just couldn't help myself from not posting it up soon. Tell me what you think, aight? CHAPTER 2 is on its way…I hope. My ideas for story plot are still a bit cloudy, but hopefully not for long. Anyway, that's how I often start with each story I write: cloudy plot ideas! *lol*
A/N2: Oh, oh, OH! Before I forget, to make this more interesting (and to be a bit more interactive), I'll be needing your help. Yes, you, you wonderful reader you! Anyway, since Ginny's got a secret admirer, I need some songs that her secret admirer could use when he sends her his little love notes. I don't care how many songs you guys could think of, I'm sure I'll be able to use each and every one of your suggestions throughout this story. If you could help me out with this tiny bit of problem of mine, that'll be great! THANKS in advance & hope you enjoy this fic.