Down came the rain, the drops making the sound of fingers, drumming impatiently on the tin roof. I hate rainy days was the first thing that sprung to Ginny's mind. The second thing was DAMN! A leak. And then where the hell is the bucket?

"Harry! Ron! Fred! George! Hermione? Anyone? Hello?" oh shit! Where the hell are they? Ginny searched every place in the house. She knew every corner off by heart, after all, she had lived there for 18 years. "Shivers," she said out loud, "when is all this rain going to stop?" Ginny pulled back the curtain and looked out the window. The rain was coming down in huge sheets, the raindrops the size of. oh, whats the word? Oh I know.

Fists. Thought Draco as he pulled back the curtain. The raindrops look just like fists. "DRACO! GET DOWN HERE!" (Meanwhile, at the burrow) "GINNY GET DOWN HERE!" "COMING!" oh shit! I forgot to check the basement! LOOK! LOOK AT WHAT WE JUST." (At the Malfoy Manor) ".discovered! Oh, you missed it. You stupid, useless boy. Aren't you any." (The Burrow) ".GOOD AT ANYTHING? STOP BEING A SILLY LITTLE GIRL AND HELP US CLEAN UP THIS MESS!" "I'm not a little." (M M) ".boy anymore father. I'm nearly 20 and I'm already a death eater. I fight." (T B) ".evil already and, as I already said, I'm only nearly 19! You need to learn to control your temper. Really father, its like I'm." (M M) ".Harry Potter or something! I'm your son! The one YOU raised. Don't treat me like something Neville grew in his." (T B) ".transfiguration class! For gods sake! Even though I'm the youngest I should still be treated with equal respect! I mean, sometimes you are." (M M) ".way to evil for even the Dark Lord! And (A/N: Draco only) that's a compliment! Learn to accept them."