Themes
1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. act 52. bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. teem 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. x-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. author's choice 79. author's choice 80. author's choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. sweet tooth 89. Past 90. present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Draco

#25- Sorting Hat

"Weasley, Ginevra!" called Professor McGonagall.

Draco Malfoy watched as the littlest Weasley sat on the old wooden stool. The whole school stared at the red head. Get on with it! Draco thought. His stomach had begun to growl with hunger.

The professor placed the piece-of-crap Sorting Hat on the Weasley's flaming red hair. Her eyes were shut and she seemed to be very nervous. Probably because every single one of her brothers were in Gryffindor.

If she's lucky, she might get into Ravenclaw, at least Draco thought. She had the Weasley red hair, hand-me-down robes, and second-hand books. But she didn't have the Weasleys' slouch. And she seemed far more sophisticated than her older siblings.

No such luck, though. Draco groaned quietly. Although she seemed different than her brothers, the Sorting Hat yelled out, "GRYFFINDOR!" all the same.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Ginny

#44- Ford Anglia

"Where's Professor Snape?" Ginny asked.

"Or better yet, where's Harry and Ron?" Hermione replied. "I searched everywhere for them on the train. There are coming this year, aren't they?" she asked nervously.

"Of course!" Ginny said. "I don't know where they are. Now that I think back on it, I can't remember them coming through the wall at platform 9 and three-quarters."

"Oh, look, Professor McGonnagol is sitting down. And Snape's back," Hermione said, pointing up at the teachers' table. Sure enough, when Ginny looked to where Hermione's finger was pointed, she could see the two professors making themselves comfortable in their chairs.

"Where were they?" Ginny asked to no one in particular.

"That's easy. They were just finished expelling Potter and Weasley for flying to school in an old Ford Anglia," came the answer.

Ginny's stomach flipped. Ron and Harry took her father's car?! What if Muggles had seen them?!

"Don't listen to Malfoy, Ginny," Hermione said, glaring at the white-blonde boy who had spoken. "Go back to your own table."

The boy smirked, but did exactly as Hermione said.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Draco

#97- Dictionary

Draco flipped through the dictionary, head resting lazily on one hand. His mind wasn't on trying to look up a word, though. Instead, his mind was kind of just wandering by itself. As he passed Salamander, Draco thought about the Weasley girl.

Weasley. How could he call her that? After all, he had concluded that she was indeed not at all like her brothers. Draco had to differentiate, somehow.

"Weasel," Draco muttered to himself. Maybe the dictionary could give him som ideas.

He flipped rapidly to Weasel. To his disappointment, nothing seemed to spark his creativity. Weasley, she-Weasel, Weaslette...

Definately Weaslette. Draco grinned at his new word. Now he could differentiate.

"Weaslette," he drawled in his silkiest voice to test how it sounded. Perfect. He was going to save it for a rainy day.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Ginny

#14- Hogwarts, A History

Ginny looked up from her second-hand copy of Hogwarts, A History. That obnoxious Malfoy boy was passing by the table she was sitting at in the library. He had a smug look on his face, his nose high in the air.

She rolled her eyesat him. Malfoy seemed to notice. He had already passed the table by a bit, but backed up and sat down in the chair across from her.

"Aha, it's the littlest Weasley," he drawled. When Ginny glared at him, he said, "Sorry for my rudeness, but I've just remembered we haven't properly introduced ourselves to each other, see? So I can't call you anything else... out of a lack of knowledge."

Snickering, Malfoy pulled several books from his bag and slammed them down on the table. Most of the people in the library looked up and glared at the source of the noise. The librarian, Madam Pince, shook her head disapprovingly.

So this was Draco Malfoy, the prat that Ron had told her about.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Draco

#85- Snappish

"Nice fall, Malfoy," the Wesley girl said, grinning as she passed by Draco in the hallway.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to him. How dare this filthy blood traitor taunt him about his failure at beating Potter to the Snitch in the Quidditch match? And to think he had been curious about her and how she was different from her brothers at the Sortin. He even went an extra mile and made up his own nickname for her!

"Ooh, what a big, bad second year!" the red head cried sarcastically. "Please don't hurt me!"

"At least I'm not the one sitting in the hospital wing regrowing my bones because of that Lockheart idiot!" Draco snapped. "I expect you're going over to see your boyfriend friend right now, eh?"

He let the little Weasley break free from his grasp. With a furious look, she turned and walked away. Losing at Quidditch made Draco feel so snappish!

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Ginny

#34- Parseltongue

Ginny couldn't get over her shock. Harry Potter had just spoken Parseltongue in Dueling Club! In front of everyone! And to top it all off, she couldn't remember anything about what happened the night before that horrible writing on the wall appeared, except that she had been writing to Tom through that wonderful diary.

Ginny saw Draco Malfoy coming her way. She groaned and hoped that he would simply walk past her. But, he had to stop right in front of her and snicker.

"Bet you're upset about your boyfriend," he said in a malicious voice.

"Malfoy! I can't stand you!" Ginny yelled. Malfoy simply laughed.

"And? Is that all?" he said, amused.

Ginny pulled out Tom's diary and chucked it at Malfoy. As he ducked to avoid it, she ran past him, being sure to retrieve the diary as she hurried by.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Draco

#11- History of Magic

Draco was bored out of his mine. Professor Binns was droning endlessly about a topic in magical history that the whole class neither wanted to hear nor cared about. This was such a wretched class in Draco's opinion (or for that matter, in everyone's opinion).

Out of his boredom, Draco pulled a piece of spare parchment, quill, and ink from his bag. He began to doodle. He looked up every once in a while to make it look as if he was taking notes on the ghost professor's torture lecture. Eyes, a nose, a mouth, hair...

And then, he snapped upright, straight-backed in his chair. Draco became shockingly aware of how similar his drawing was to Ginny Weasley! Shaking his head, Draco considered turning the drawing into a paper airplane to throw through Professor Binns. That might have livened up the class. But, he decided to crumple it up instead and throw it at the back of Potter's head.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny:1st year
Point of view: Ginny

#59- Ignore

Ginny "hmphed" at Malfoy's grinning face. Then, she turned on her heel and started to walk away. The annoying, blonde Slytherin tagged along. He hopped backwards, keeping pace beside her.

"What's up, Weasley?" Malfoy taunted.

He was trying to bother Ginny again. He was always picking on her, and Ron, and any Weasley for that matter! She even heard that he was giving Percy a hard time for calling him out about being in the corridors late at night. Then again, Percy was probably only in the corridors himself because of that Penny Clearwater.

However, Ginny was determined not to give Malfoy any satisfaction, and she continued to ignore him. She finally ditched him when she reached her next class; History of Magic. Malfoy hopped his way right into Professor Binns, who was waiting by the classroom door as usual.

Malfoy froze and his face turned paler than usual. A look of horror was on his face as he fled. Ginny was amused.

"What's wrong, Malfoy? Or is History of Magic just your least favorite class?" Ginny yelled after him.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Draco

#2- Muggle Studies

"Why do you want to take Muggle Studies next year, Hermione?" the Wesley girl asked, obviously confused.

"Because I might learn something new about the wizrad's perspective on Muggles," Granger replied as if it were obvious. "And if Professor Burbage should happen to need assistance in her class, I'd be the perfect one to ask for help."

Weasley still looked skeptical. Draco couldn't help but step out from the shadows where he had been listening in.

"What's this?" he said. "Who's taking Muggle Studies? You, Weasley? Now why would you do that? To please your blood-traitor father?"

Weasley furiously opened her mouth to speak, but Granger pulled her away and down the hall, away from Draco. Draco snickered loud enough for them to hear, for extra measure.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
Point of view: Ginny

#46- Dungeon

The dungeons were cold and damp and dark. And scary. Ginny hated going down there, even though she had to for Potions class. And plus, there were always Slytherins about. The school year was already more than halfway through, yet Ginny found herself lost on her way back to Potions class one day. She wandered around until-

"Lost, Weasley?" came the cold voice of Draco Malfoy. Ginny nodded, but otherwise kept looking around for the exit. "Well, I know the way back."

"I don't need your help, Malfoy," Ginny said haughtily. She wasn't being entirely truthful. Well, okay, okay, she was completely lying!

"Okay," shurgged Malfoy. He walked off.

Why didn't I just take his offer?, Ginny thought. After all, he didn't sound like he was making fun of me or anything, right? Ginny resolved to follow Malfoy, at a resonable distance. Darting from shadow to shadow, Malfoy didn't seem to notice that she was following him.

Ginny was relieved when she finally saw the familiar staircase that led out of the dungeons. She waited until Malfoy was at the top of the stairs. To her surprise, he whirled around and faced Ginny at the bottom.

"You're welcome," he said, smirking. Ginny glared at him. How did he know she was following him? Slightly embarressed, she muttered her thanks and hurried to the Gryffindor common room.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
POV: Draco

#3- Transfiguration

"Immobulus," Professor McGonagall saud loudly and clearly.

"Immobulus," the class repeated.

Good, now attempt to use this frezzing spell in order to stop your mice from moving!" McGonagall instructed.

Draco looked down at the mouse in his hands. It was a reddish-brown color and smaller than the others. Draco wondered if he would be able to aim at such a puny target. Shaking away this thoughts, he concentrated on it and then released it.

The terrified mouse scurried around the table. Amused, Draco raised his wand.

"Immobulus!" he said loudly.

Instantly the mouse froze in mid-stride. McGonagall nodded her approval of his success.

"Very good, Mr. Malfoy," she said. "Five points to Slytherin for picking up the spell so quickly."

Granger looked horrified at the thought of Draco beating her. Draco sneered at her stunned face and then at the small mouse. He had to try this one on that Weasley girl.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
POV: Ginny

#12- Charms

Ginny was barely paying attention to Professor Flitwick, who was standing on a high pile of books in front of the class as he demonstrating a new charm. She was outraged bejust just the night before, Malfoy had used a freezing spell on her. Luna Lovegood, a strange girl from Ravenclaw, prodded Ginny with a long stick, which she had taken to carrying for a week now. ("It's a highly effective way to keep away those Nargles," she had said seriously).

"What's got your wand in a knot?" Luna now asked serenely.

"Nothing," Ginny replied, snapping out of her train of thought.

Finally, Professor Flitwick allowed the class to attempt the charm he had just taught them. He handed out a small stone to everyone in the classroom using a levitating charm. Ginny raised her wand and pointed it at the large, white stone in front of her. She imagined it being Malfoy's white-blonde head and said, "Evaneso!" The stone vanished.

"Ooh, good job, Miss Weasley! Well done!" squeaked the professor. "Five points to Gryffindor!"

Ginny gave herself a satisfied smile.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
POV: Draco

#75- Yodel

Draco was supposed to be studying for his exams and he knew it. However, he allowed himself to wander outside onto the dark grounds. Late as it was, Draco could hear something. Definately a human. But it wasn't English, was it? Draco couldn't understand.

He drew closer to the sound. Around the corner of the castle...

"Malfoy?" Ginny Weasley said, surprised.

"What's going on?" Draco asked. She put her finger to her lips.

"Shush, it's Luna. She been coming out here every night."

"Looney?" sneered Draco. It sounded like yodeling.

"Yes," Weasley replied. "It keeps away the 'Nargles'."

"What are Nargles?" Draco asked. This Lovegood girl was a nut.

"No idea," Weasley said, turning around to resume watching her friend.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
POV: Ginny

#50- Boggart

"Riddikulus!" Ginny shouted in a loud but less confident voice.

The boggart was not effected at all by her spell. It advanced closer and closer to Ginny. Her eyes widened in fear and she took a step back.

"Try again, Ginny! Once more!" Professor Lupin instructed firmly.

Ginny whimpered and yelled out, "Riddikulus!"

The boggart retreated quickly back to the cover and safety of the old cupboard Lupin had kept it in. Just before the door was closed, the boggart turned into the steel grey eyed, platinum blonde haired head of Draco Malfoy. He cackled as Professor Lupin slammed the cupboard door.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
POV: Draco

#13- Quidditch

Draco was soaring through the air on his Nimbus 2001, searching for the Snitch. His hand moved to his cheek where Granger had slapped him. It still stung a bit.

Suddenly, there was a flash of gold. Soon, Draco found himself miles ahead of Potter in the desperate chase for the Snitch. Amidst the crowd, something else caught his attention; flaming red hair. His outstretched had was knocked away when he was just inches away from his goal, and Potter snatched the Snitch!

Draco flew back down to the ground, cursing himself for getting distracted so easily.

Draco: 2nd year
Ginny: 1st year
POV: Ginny

#5- Astronomy

Ginny honestly didn't know how she ended up in the Astronomy tower that night. With her chart and quill in hand, she peered through her telescope. A grunt from behind her made her look up.

Malfoy was struggling with his own telescope not too far away. Looking around, and seeing no one else, Ginny sighed and walked up to the white-blonde Slytherin.

"Need some help?" she asked. Malfoy looked at her.

"I can't find Venus," he said. Ginny took that as a yes. At least he wasn't being as proud as she was in the dungeons. Taking his hand, she guided him in turning the knobs and adjusting the lens.

"There," she said, stepping back. Malfoy looked through the telescope and nodded his thanks. Ginny wondered why exactly she had helped him. No idea.

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Draco

#42- Portraits

Draco was hurrying along down the dark hallway. If Snape ever caught him at this time of night, he probably wouldn't live to see the day that follwed. Not as a Hogwarts student at least. So, he had resolved not to use Lumos and was feeling his way along the portraits on the wall when he crashed into someone and fell to the floor.

"Weasley!" Draco snarled, but the red headed Gryffindor silenced him by slidinger a firm hand over his mouth.

"Shut up unless you want to get us both caught," she hissed.

"Fine," he said as she let him go. "What are you doing out so late? Wouldn't want your prefect brother finding you, now."

"I might ask you the same thing," Weasley replied. "Anyway I was getting back to the common room, whereas it might interest you to now that you are going in the direction opposite of the Slytherin common room."

"I'm not going to the common room," Draco said, trying to sound mysterious.

"Whatever," Weasley said. And then, she left Draco in the dark.

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Ginny

#93- Chicken

Needless to say, Ginny was simply minding her own business when someone poured pumpkin juice right on the top of her flaming head. She turned around quickly to see Malfoy and his cronies hurrying away.

"Malfoy!" Ginny yelled. He turned around and Ginny could see his face was red and he was trying very hard to contain his laughter. Almost cautiously, he took a step forward.

"What's the matter? Chicken?" Ginny taunted. Malfoy pointed at Crabbe, but Ginny didn't fall for it. She glared at him almost as if to say, Come on, what's a poor little Gryffindor gonna do to you? With Crabbe and Goyle sniggering, Malfoy made a beeline for the Slytherin table.

They're not worth it anyway, thought Ginny. First things first, though, she had to get out of her soaking wet robes.

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Draco

#82- Careful

Draco had noticed something. Ever since Crabbe poured that pumpkin juice on the littlest Weasley, she had been extremely careful not to run into him at all. She would glance around the hallway before exiting a classroom and she crept along the corridors, especially in the dungeons.

There shewas now. Obviously, the red head hadn't spotted him yet or she would have been high-tailing it outta there. Draco slipped behind a suit of armer. Then, he waited and-

"Weasley!" he snarled, grasping her wrist. She struggled to break free, although oddly she didn't utter a sound. "Oh, come on! What would I gain from drenching you with pumpkin juice?"

"Gee, I don't know," she said in mock stupidity. "Possibly just a good laugh."

"Well, I didn't do it. Especially if I knew it meant that you'd go out of your way to avoid me."

The red head snorted.

"Hey, I don't do this kind of thing so consider yourself lucky!" Draco snapped before stalking off. Why did he bother explaining himself anyway?

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Ginny

#65- Ooze

"Stupid Boil-Cure Potion," Ginny muttered under her breath. She had to stay behind after Potions class because of one stupid comment. Snape was having her make a Boil-Cure Potion to use as an example for class. This is first-year stuff! she thought grudgingly.

Looking up, Ginny noticed that Snape seemed to have slipped out of the room. Turning her attention back to her punishment, she picked up the stewed horned slug and watched them ooze into the cauldron.

"Disgusting," Ginny said.

"What, me? I'm not always mean, you know?" the voice of Malfoy drawled. Ginny looked up. Malfoy was walking toward her and pulling up a chair to sit across from her.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked through clenched teeth.

"Snape told me to watch you while he's gone," he answered, leaning his chair back. Silently, Ginny gave the chair a small push. It slipped and Malfoy fell backwards onto the stone floor. He groaned. Ginny rolled her eyes.

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Draco

#94- Allergic

"Ohh," Draco moaned. The littlest Weasley put her hands on her hips.

"Serves you right for sneaking up on me like that!" she scolded. She had been picking a dandelion when Draco startled her. Then, she had blown the seeds accidentally right into his face. "How was I supposed to know you're allergic?!"

Draco glared at her. His hand moved to rub the big, red hives that covered his cheeks. To top it all off, his eyes were beginning to itch. Weasley slapped his hand away.

"You're just going to make it worse..."

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Ginny

#87- Plaid

Ginny opened the parcel lying on her bed. It was an early Christmas gift from her mother. Being at Hogwarts usually meant a sweater for her brothers, so she was anxious to see what had been sent for her. Her excitement faded, however, as she pulled a knitted, bright green-and-red, plaid skirt from the package along with some fudge.

Skeptically, Ginny stood before the mirror, modeling her new gift, thankful that no one else was in the dormitory. Finally, she decided to wear the skirt Christmas day as to not feel guilty for her mother's hard work.

Christmas morning, Ginny walked to her table for breakfast in her new plaid skirt, which stuck out as much as hair. She thought she heard Malfoy say her name and several snickers from his fellow Slytherins, including Pansy Parkinson as she passed by. Her face tuned red, matching her conspicuous hair and skirt.

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Draco

#63- Mooch

"Get off, Crabbe. Go mooch someone else," Draco snapped. He shooed his friend's thick fingers away from a pile of chocolate frogs. Draco's mother had just sent them to him that morning.

Draco stole a glance at the Gryffindor table. He could see read headed Ginny Weasley. He wondered if she could feel his steel grey gaze on her back. But, no matter how long he gazed, she continued to keep her eyes on her food.

Raising the intensity of his gaze, Draco could see Weasley visibly flinch. A bit more satisfying, but still, Draco was slightly upset she didn't turn around. For a split second, he considered throwing something at her, but then remembered the pumpkin juice incident. Determined to keep trying, he didn't notice the disappearance of his chocolate frogs, which ended up under Crabbe's cloak.

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Ginny

#16- Dragonhide Gloves

Ginny could still feel the shivers that ran down her spine during that morning. It was as if someone was... watching her. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she turned back to Luna. They were walking to the greenhouses for double Herbology, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors.

"How 'bout him? I'm sure he's got some," Luna said in her dreamy voice.

"No, Luna, I will not ask him if I can borrow his expensive, high quality gloves just so that I can get to Herbology on time," Ginny said, glaring at the white-blonde boy Luna was pointing at.

"Fine. I'll ask," said Luna. She walked straight up to Malfoy and said, "Excuse me, but I seem to have lost my gloves and I'm going to be late for class, so if you don't mind perhaps I could borrow a pair?"

Malfoy blinked. He must have though Luna was insane. To Ginny's ultimate surprise, however, he handed Luna a pair of dragonhide gloves.

"See, I told you," Luna said, skipping beside Ginny the rest of the way to Herbology.

Draco: 3rd year
Ginny: 2nd year
POV: Draco

#71- Untie

Draco was walking alone on the Hogwarts grounds when he cam across a peculiar sight. Ginny Weasley was struggling to break free from the rope that tied her tightly to a tree not far from the Forbidden Forest.

"How'd you get yourself into this one?" Draco drawled, the signiture Malfoy smirk playing across his face.

"You should know!" Weasley replied hotly. "It was your pair of Neaderthals who did this!"

"I had nothing to do with it," Draco insisted.

"I don't care! Just untie me!" she shrieked. "I'm sick of this tree! I'm sick of all you Slytherins!"

Draco gave Weasley a dangerous look. Then, reluctantly, he untied the impatient red head.