Fined

He smiled at her, his green eyes no longer bringing memory of an unwanted Valentine but an irresistibility Ginny couldn't withstand. Her hand rose to flatten the disheveled dark hair, but his reached it first, causing their hands to brush against one another. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn't blush this time. Only he was clear to her now, standing on a barren path. The rest of the world blurred until they no longer existed. It was only Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, now.

"Ginny!"

Dipping back into the harshness of reality, Ginny found herself on the Hogwarts Express with her brother and two friends. Harry was looking at her with a somewhat apologetic expression and Hermione was busying herself with picking at a pretend spot on her robes.

The bemused facade of the girlish red head looked up from her leather bound journal, the green eyes lost, replaced with the infuriated brown swirls of her freckle faced brother, Ron Weasley. From his annoyed tone and furious expression, Ginny gathered he'd been trying to grab her attention for some time now. Snapping shut the journal that had lied open in her lap and taking the moist sugar quill from her mouth, she retorted, "What is it, Ron?"

"Get out!"

If she didn't know better, she'd think she was going through a severe case of déja vu.

Hermione looked up at her friend with an expression of concern, not giving Ginny time to reply to the rudeness of Ron's last remark.

"Oh, Ginny... It's just that.." She seemed to be fumbling for words, which was a first for her, and Ginny would have thought it better to have kept quiet than to have blurted out what she said next.

"It's urgent business, Ginny. You know, Prefects."

Turning red, Ginny stood from her curled up position beside the window, causing the sugar quill and journal she'd set on the seat to jump. "It's the end of the year, Hermione! And besides, Ron isn't even a-"

But by this time Ron, abruptly interrupting her with "Sorry, Gin, but I have to do it," had his sister by the back of her school robes and was pushing her out the compartment door. The door was slammed behind her and followed by muffled cries of apologies from Hermione.

Incredibly mad and frustrated at her so-called friends, Ginny immediately stormed into the nearest vacant compartment.

Once inside, she realized it wasn't vacant at all.

An all too familiar form was sprawled against one of the compartment's seats as if it were his own (in a most undignified way, thought Ginny) his blonde hair scattered over his forehead and gray eyes watching her from under a momentarily startled expression. Blushing furiously, to the point that her freckles were soon indistinguishable from her red skin, Ginny turned before her eyes landed on what was sure to be a mouth screwed up in a cruel sneer.

Pushing the compartment door open, she halted. Where was she going? She was sure that there wasn't an empty compartment left on the train and she knew Neville's and Colin's would be already filled to the brim. Fred and George were sure to welcome her into theirs warmly, but Ginny didn't feel like turning into a canary at the moment.

In that trice of hesitance, she discovered the silence that filled the compartment; The silence she'd had expected to be stinging insults from the compartment's only occupant, Draco Malfoy. An obscene worry approached her thoughts and she turned to make sure Draco was indeed alive and breathing.

Upon a further look it was found that he was not only living, but looking at her with a most peculiar expression and furrowed brow.

The little girl, who, nevertheless, sometimes looked for her mum's hand or would linger on thoughts of the ever so great, Harry Potter, that resided in Ginny told her to leave. Ginny, however did quite the opposite from what Draco, or even herself, would have expected.

"What's wrong, Malfoy?" She asked in a sickeningly wrathful voice. "Never seen a girl before?"

Malfoy just stared as Ginny, gasping at her own boldness, collapsed on the nearest seat, the forgotten compartment door closing.