Disclaimer: I, in no way own any part of the HP universe.

This is a revised version of a story I wrote and posted quite some time ago. The plot and story line is the same, I simply made a few changes in dialog and added a bit more description.

This is a GW/SS fic, with a bit of GW/DM thrown in for fun.



Ginny Weasley was the youngest and only girl of seven children. She had been coddled, and perpetually treated, in her opinion, like a five year old for as long as she could remember. She hadn't been allowed to play Quidditch with her brothers, which included Ron who was only fourteen months older then her. She wasn't allowed to go camping, or stay up late on special occasions, or any other such allowances given to her older brother. Often she felt like a porcelain doll that was brought out to be looked at by friends and family, but never touched, or used. Finally she was heading off to Hogwarts and out from under her mother's scrutinizing eye, and into a world of endless possibilities, that was unless her brothers got in the way, which they most likely would.

Staring out the window of the Hogwarts Express as the scenery flew by, she wished she was sorted anywhere but Gryffindor, where four of her brothers were waiting to boss her around. She just wanted a chance to prove herself, to show her family and the wizarding world she was more than just a cute little face.

The sound of her compartment door sliding open pulled her from her thoughts.

"Weasley! Shouldn't you be with the other future Gryffindorks."

Ginny rolled her eyes at the blond Slytherin. She had heard stories from both her brother and Harry about what type of boy Draco Malfoy was supposed to be: arrogant, rude, a true git through and through. "What do you want Draco?"

"Draco?" He raised an eyebrow.

"That's your name isn't it?"

The second year Slytherin took a few steps further into the compartment, planting himself on the seat opposite Ginny. "Yes but your lot usually refers to me as Malfoy."

"Maybe I don't want to be like 'my lot'." She sighed.

"Ah, unsatisfied with the Gryffindor lifestyle?"

"I guess you could say that."

"What about your boyfriend, Potter."

Ginny laughed throwing her head back in the process."No thanks."

"Thought you liked him? At least it seemed that way in the bookstore, you seemed rather…defensive of him."

"I think it was just an automatic mechanism to defend him, like if someone insulted one of my brothers."

"Hum, well, personally I hope you end up in my house."

Ginny laughed. She may not have wanted to be in Gryffindor, but she certainly didn't want to be in Slytherin. She'd have been disowned. "I doubt highly that will happen."

Draco learned over, his face only inches from her own, a smirk pulled to his lips. "Maybe not, but it would have been fun to have you there."

Ginny scoffed at his words. "Why would you want a blood-traitor in your precious house of snakes?"

Slowly rising from the seat, and after a long breath, Draco said rather nonchalantly "You are a Pureblood, you choose the traitor part." With that he turned and left.

Ginny waited patiently for her turn with the Sorting Hat, she knew she would be last or close to it because of her surname. She looked over at The Gryffindor table, she didn't see Ron or Harry, come to think of it she didn't see them on the train either.


Shaking her head, she thought, Dunderheads must have missed it. Finally, Ginny was called, and she was, in fact the last in the group.

She took a deep breath as the hat was placed over her head and began to read her mind.

"Ah, Miss Weasley, well we know where to put you don't we."

"I don't want to be in Gryffindor." She said plainly.

"No? You fit there. You are courageous and brave just as your brothers and parents."

"I don't want to be like my brothers and parents.'

"Hum, well, let's see then. You are loyal and kind, you are also very ambitious, but you don't have the personality to lay with the snakes. You are very intelligent, head girl material in fact. Yes that will work…RAVENCLAW!

Ginny smiled as she happily headed over to the Ravenclaw table taking a seat next to a girl with blond hair and a dreamy expression and whom she knew as Luna Lovegood, her neighbor. She looked glanced over to the Gryffindor table and at her brothers. Percy was shaking his head, but the twins didn't seem to care either way. They just waved and smiled. She couldn't help but look over at Draco at the Slytherin table, who gave her a smirk and a wink in return.

The next morning she headed to the Owlery to send her parents a letter letting them know what house she was in. She didn't think they would have a problem with her being in Ravenclaw as long as she wasn't in Slytherin she was sure to be fine. Ginny had attached the note to one of the school owl's leg and headed back down the steps when she quite literally ran into a tall figure in black robes.

"Oh, excuse me professor."

"Miss Weasley." He glared down at her, his eyes scanning the Ravenclaw crest on her school robes. "Ah yes, the first Weasley to not be in Gryffindor, ever!" He sneered.

"Maybe," she smiled, "but its okay."

"You do not have a problem with your sorting?"

"Not at all. I prefer to pave my own road as it were."

"Not wanting to live it the Gryffindor shadow, how very…enlightening."

"Yes, well have a pleasant day sir." With that she headed down the stairs.

Ginny's 3rd Year

Ginny had found a nice spot by the lake, the air was crisp but clear and seemed like a nice day to enjoy the being outside before the winter weather turned too cold to enjoy. Just as she opened up her Transfiguration book planning to get ahead on some reading, the booming voice of her brother Ron interrupted her.

"You are not going to the ball with Draco Malfoy."

"Yes I am." She knew this would come up eventually, and out of her three brothers remaining at Hogwarts, Ron had the biggest mouth.

"No you are not. He will hurt you."

"He will not, Ron. Now go away."

"Harry, back me up." He said looking at his best mate who had only just caught up to his friend.

After taking a second to catch his breath, Harry replied, "Ron's right Ginny, you can't trust a Malfoy."

Ginny eyes narrowed at the Boy-Who-Lived. Why did Harry always follow Ron's lead? Honestly, didn't the boy have a mind of his own? "Well in that you didn't ask me, I think I have the right to choose whomever I want."

"Wh-why would I ask you?" Harry asked suddenly sounding quite nervous, his eyes quickly finding his worn trainers quiteinteresting.

"Because you like me, at least that's what you told Hermione in the Library the other day."

"I um…I have to go." Without even looking back up at the Ravenclaw, Harry turned and left; Ron quickly followed.

"Harry, is that true, do you like my sister?"

"I just told Hermione that I thought she was pretty." He admitted, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink in the process.

"Oh, well you're not going to go out with her, right?"

"I can't now. But I better ask someone soon. I am a Champion, although I wish I wasn't." He sighed. "Maybe I'll ask Hermione."

"No!" Ron yelled, though by the look on his face he hadn't meant to. "I mean, er…hasn't she already got someone?"

"No, I don't think so. Are you going to ask her?"

Ron ears turned scarlet. "I didn't say that." He said softly.

"Look." Harry sighed. "I know you like her. If you want to ask her out, then I won't, but I need to know."

"I…I'm not…I don't know." Ron looked more embarrassed than ever, the blush had moved from his cheeks down to his neck.

"Well if you don't ask her by tomorrow I'm going to."


Ginny stood next to Draco, wearing a form fitting baby blue winter dress, her hair down in loose curls and Draco wasn't shy about pointing out how amazing he thought she looked, not that she minded, in fact she quite enjoyed it. Despite his vindictive nature towards her Gryffindor brother and Harry, Draco had been rather nice to Ginny over the years, and when he asked her to the ball, although she was surprised, she of course said yes.

He was rather good looking after all.

She watched as the Champions walked onto the dance floor with their dates. She saw Harry with Hermione and smiled. She knew Hermione had a crush on Harry, although Ron had a crush on her, but he was too much of a chicken to ask her. Ron did manage to get a date at the last minute, one of the Patel twins, she forgets which one.

"Shall we?" Draco said, offering his arm.

"I'd love to." They walked onto the floor and began to dance.

On the sideline stood Severus Snape, not even bothering to dress up for the occasion. He just watched over the students making sure their hands didn't wander to inappropriate places.

"Good evening Severus." An old, yet cheerful voice greeted the potions master.


"Enjoying yourself?" Albus asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a lemon drop.

"Not really."

"Your godson seems to be." He popped the sweet into his mouth as he motioned over to Ginny and Draco.

"I noticed."

"I have to say it does my heart good to see him with her, I think it may help with house unity."

"He's only with her to make Miss. Parkinson jealous."

"You sure of that?"

"Yes. He confided in me that he caught her kissing Mr. Nott the other day. He thinks of Miss. Weasley as a friend, but nothing more."

"Ah, too bad. Oh well, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger seem to be enjoying themselves as well."

"Yes, well I'm sure Mr. Potter absolutely loves the attention."

Dumbledore just shook his head and then proceeded to head over to Minerva.

Ginny stayed there until almost midnight dancing with Draco, it was the most fun she ever could remember having. Draco walked her back to her dorm, kissed her hand goodnight and then headed to his own. Ginny knew Draco only thought of her as a friend, and part of her was okay with that, but another part wished for more.

A/N: Okay there is chapter one, hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you think.