Disclaimer: DON'T OWN IT! I wish I did though.

A loud knocking woke Ginny Weasley up.

"Wake up Ginny," Ron called. "We have half an hour till we have to leave to get to Kings Cross."

"I'm up," she called cursing in her head as she untangled herself from the bed sheets. Why didn't they wake her up earlier?

She went and took a very quick hot shower and brushed her teeth. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked across the hall to her bedroom holding her one towel tightly around her and using another to dry her hair.

"Gin, hurry up! We have to leave in fifteen minutes. We are picking up Harry to go to Kings Cross," Ron yelled again.

"Alright!" she yelled a little snappier than she had intended.

She dropped the towel she had been using to dry her hair and quickly began to paw through her dresser drawer looking for something to wear.

She found the outfit she had been planning on and pulled it out. A tight fitting midnight blue spaghetti strap shirt that showed a little less than an inch of her midriff and a white jean skirt that stopped mid-thigh. She stepped into her white flip-flops then and looked herself over in the mirror.

She barely recognized herself.

Ginny Weasley had changed so much over the summertime. She had gone from being somewhat chubby to having a very feminine body. She had grown to five foot five and she had curved in all the right places. Her hair had been trimmed up and had gotten a little thicker and hung down to the ends of her shoulder blades. She sat down on her stool and began to run her brush through the auburn waves pulling out every tangle.

She finished in record time and raced downstairs for a quick bite of breakfast.

"Hurry and grab a bite to eat Ginny," Mrs. Weasley told her youngest child while putting dishes away.

Ginny picked up a piece of toast and began to nibble on it. She gulped a glass of pumpkin juice. Just as she finished it Ron burst into the kitchen of the Burrow and grabbed her wrist not even bothering to so much as look at her as he dragged her outside to where a ministry car was parked waiting to take them to Number four Privet Drive.

He hurriedly pushed her into the car and climbed in after her.

The car took off with a bang and five terrifying minutes later sat in front of the perfectly normal looking house of Number four Privet Drive.

Ginny and Ron both got out to give Harry a hand with his stuff.

Ginny was half way to the door before she realized her big brother was not with her. She turned around and saw him standing there opening and closing his mouth like a fish. His face started to turn red and he began to sputter.

"Ron, dear, speak English and it is bad manners to stand there gaping at people.

"What...wear...you...think...Ginny," was all he could get out.

"What are you saying Ron?" she asked smiling pleasantly at him.

"What the bloody hell are you wearing?!" he asked in a very loud voice.

"Ron, most people call them clothes, and don't you dare go trying to tell me how I can or can't dress. I am sixteen years old, hardly a little girl anymore," Ginny said in a low voice her face beginning to flush and her eyes beginning to flash. She put her hands on her hips daring Ron to say another word.

Ron turned even redder; "NO little sister of mine is going to go around dressed like that."

"I will tell you one more time Ronald Weasley. YOU can NOT tell me what to do!" Ginny was now yelling back.

"Hey Ron, Ginny," a voice called behind her, "All the yelling is probably going to get me in trouble with the Dursleys."

Ginny spun around and saw Harry Potter, the boy who lived, standing there holding an empty owl cage in one hand and the handle of his trunk in the other.

Ginny took a deep breath and closed her eyes. You don't like him anymore, she told herself before reopening her eyes.

"Hey Harry, hope the muggles did not make your summer too miserable," she said smiling at him.

"Not any worse than usual," Harry replied with a shrug as his eyes flitted over Ginny. "You look great Gin."

He could not stop the blush after he said that and he turned his face away.

Ginny turned and shot a smirk at Ron before turning and smiling at Harry, "Thank you Harry, want some help?" she asked walking up to him.

"That would be great," he replied.

Ginny took Hedwig's empty cage and turned and smirked at Ron again before walking over and putting it in the back with Ron's and her trunks. Ron Went over and helped Harry load his trunk into the back.

Harry kept tossing shy glances at Ginny blushing. Ginny opened the back door and licked her lips seemingly innocently at Harry then smiled. Harry turned the shade of a red delicious apple then. Ron watched all this and trembled in rage.

"Harry, mate," Ron said squeezing his shoulder pinching it almost painfully to draw his friends attention, "I think we will need to have a little chat on the train."

Ginny's eyes flashed at Ron as Harry looked back and forth between the feuding siblings.

"D-did I miss something?" he stammered emerald green eyes darting back and forth at the angry red heads.

"Nothing but Ronald acting like an overprotective prat," Ginny spat as her eyes darted up to meet Ron's and jerking her head toward the car interior.

Ron turned even redder than his hair and was just about to let loose all of his frustration on Ginny when Mrs. Weasley's head poked out and she said, "Ronald Weasley get in this car at once and stop antagonizing your little sister." Mrs. Weasley glared at Ron as he grumbled and climbed in, "Hello Harry, dear."

Ginny crawled in after Ron and Harry after her.

BANG! The car took off speeding for Kings Cross, squeezing through muggle cars and arriving with ten minutes for them to get onto the platform and stop there stuff and say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny quickly went to the front most train car and put her stuff in it. She had been made a prefect last year. She quickly climbed down to go find Luna and tell her she would be back to talk to her after the prefect meeting.

Draco Malfoy strolled onto Platform 9¾ like he owned it. His blonde hair was slicked back with just one strand that hung on the left side of his forehead. His gray eyes darted around, trademark sneer set firmly in place.

"Draco!" Pansy Parkinson's voice filled his area.

He spun about as Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hey Pansy," he said sneer turning into what someone could almost call a smile. He hugged her back gently. She was one of his best friends.

"Is it true what they say?" she gasped as she looked for the badge he had in his trunk.

"Is what true?" he asked smirking knowing full well what she wanted to know.

"That you are head-boy?" she asked looking for the badge.

"Yeah, I am head-boy," he said as if it was no big deal. "The badge is pinned on my school uniform."

Pansy squealed again and hugged him. "Just think of all the ways you will be able to punish the Weasels now," she said rubbing her hands together.

Draco smirked and cast a levitating charm on his trunk and moved it up into the front car that was reserved for prefects and the head-boy and head- girl.

He changed into his robes and pinned the head-boy badge to his robes. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smirked. He looked good.

He climbed down a few moments later and went over to Blaise and Pansy. That was when he saw the prettiest thing he had ever seen in his life.

Never had he seen a girl at Hogwarts who looked like her. She took his breath away and he looked around quickly and noticed she had had the same effect on almost all the rest of the male students. His mouth felt dry and his eyes bulge out as he followed her movements. All she was doing was walking; well it was more like floating. She flipped medium length silky red hair over her shoulder causing Draco to imagine shoving his hand into it and running his fingers through it. He watched her walk into a car halfway down the train and made a mental note to find her and make sure he knew who she was.

"Draco," Blaise called walking over with Pansy prancing next to him clinging to his arm.

"Pansy says you made head-boy?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah," he said as another red head caught his attention.

Weasley he thought with a smirk. A brunette bounced up to the Weasley and wrapped her arms around him, Granger.

He sauntered over to Weasley and Granger when Potter ran smack into him.

"Watch out for your betters Scarhead," he drawled and brushed imaginary dirt off himself.

"I'll let you know if I see any Ferret boy!" Harry snapped.

"You are going to want to watch who you insult Scarhead. Or are you not important enough to know who is head-boy this year." Draco said smirking at the look of shock and outrage on Harry's face.

"Hermione is head-girl," Harry snapped taking a step back.

"Wow! The filthy little mudblood's parents must be proud," Draco sneered, "I suppose it was a mistake. It is too late to correct it now. Wouldn't want to hurt mudblood's feelings now would we?"

"Do NOT call her a mudblood," Harry spat taking out his wand.

"Temper, temper Potter. Well I guess you'll be sitting alone most of the train ride unless you count Longbottom or Creevey good company or no wait. Let me guess. You are going to sit with the Weaselette, you know, your girlfriend. Oh wait, Weaselette was made a prefect wasn't she? Guess you won't get to see her the majority of the ride." Draco sneered before walking back over to collect Pansy and get onto the train.

"This will be our best year yet Draco," Pansy said.

"Yeah," Draco agreed as they sat down and waited for all the prefects to file on so they could get all the assignments handed out so he could hunt down the girl from the platform.

Five minutes later the train took off and they were on their way to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.