And that had been the start of the whole thing. The beginning of the end. Perhaps it really didn’t matter what he was. Perhaps, it just mattered that he was. That they were.
 

She was more surprised, however, when he only groaned a little from underneath her.  She expected some biting remark or another, more than likely about her arse being the size of an elephant or having two left feet and no sense.
 
“Draco, did you hit your head?”  So great was her concern that he’d been injured, rendered unable to insult her, that she forgot to preface her question with his surname.

 
 
 

Expedition? It was true, Gryffindors would buy anything. Who in their right mind thought someone from the oldest line of wand makers ever – who'd been making wands himself for over a century, at least – would need to go on an expedition to pick up new tricks? The Ollivanders created the tricks.

Chapter 6 Excerpt:   Hermione looked pointedly at Ginny. "You'd better have gotten me a very nice birthday present to make up for this."


 

The cracks of multiple Apparations were all around them, interrupting their conversation and their birthday lunch date, when Luna Lovegood suddenly turned to her and said, "I always wanted to be Ginny Weasley, you know – even if it was just for a bit."
 
 
 

Maybe she was really supposed to be a Hufflepuff.  She supposed there were worse things to be than a Hufflepuff - not that you'd believe it to hear the other Hogwarts students talk.  But still, sometimes she felt Hufflepuff-ish on the inside.
 
 
 

Or, In Which Draco and Ginny Duke It Out

Excerpt:  Or you're misinformed," she lashed out at him, anything to avoid having to explain what she'd done. "As per usual." She tried his sneer when his eyes flashed at the insult. She really rather liked the sneer, she decided as his eyes narrowed further upon realizing her expression.
 

         He spent the time between Charlie's arrival and Mrs. Weasley's call of "Lights out, loves!" planning his escape from what he was certain would be a veritable Hell – especially as he realized the brotherly role that would most likely accompany the Romanian branch of the Weasley family. Bugger all.

 
 

 Draco raised his chin defiantly, but when he spoke, his voice was calm. "But it was a Gryffindor that made the biggest betrayal of them all. Peter Pettigrew is the one that delivered the Potters to the Dark Lord's feet." When Charlie could not, or at least, did not immediately reply, Draco continued. "Being a Slytherin is not what it once was, certainly. But nobody told the Hat."

 

Chapter 18 Excerpt: 

The only difference was Ginny did not have a shotgun. She had a bazooka.
 
 

He couldn’t help the sardonic curve of his lips. To the victor go the spoils, and Draco would have his ancestral home restored. He grabbed hold of the ward’s streamer with his other hand and gave it a sharp yank.

The wards rattled in ancient warning.