Summary:
Not exactly a Draco/Ginny fic…but it is because it features glimpses of their interactions pre-Sorcerer's Stone to the end of Half-Blood Prince (and maybe Deathly Hallows if the mood strikes). Not exactly a song fic…but it is because it borrows heavily from "Uninvited" by Alanis Morissette, hence the title (Seriously, you've got to listen to it before, during or after you read this!).
Author's Note:
Anyone who has read my fics knows they're short and sweet (even the chaptered ones). Easy read, easy fanfic fix. These won't be any different, mostly because I tried to link them all together into one, but they didn't read as well because of the amount of time between each one (very sporadic!). I'll jump around a lot because as each instance comes to mind, perspective changes and I never know what it's going to be until I start typing (and even then I find myself alternating the narrator!).
Hope you like them!
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Draco Malfoy would never have admitted that he was excited to go with his father to "work" (his father didn't actually work, but frequented the Ministry of Magic often enough in order to direct matters significant to him, that whenever he traveled into London his mother referred to it as "going to work"), but he couldn't help feeling important as he stood in the vast foyer. In an effort to hide his enthusiasm, he sighed heavily and looked around, attempting his haughtiest, most uninterested look.
Vast numbers of people walked past him, many of them ducking their heads as they caught sight of his father standing regally in the middle of the throng. He could not help but be impressed at the obvious influence his father held over the wizarding world. Today, being Career Day, there were more children in the crowd than usual; there were some mothers with sons and some fathers with sons, but very few girls with either parent. Apparently there weren't a lot of girls interested in the workings of the Ministry.
Suddenly he caught sight of a rather thin man with wispy red hair, and a small, laughing girl with hair the same shade of red, walking towards him, against the crowd. She looked up at her father with nothing less than pure adoration as she fired question after question at him. Draco felt jealousy burn inside him. If anyone deserves to be looked at like that, it's me, he thought scornfully. She then glanced around and for an instant cold, grey eyes met bright, brown ones. A faint smile crossed her face, but she quickly turned her attention back to her father.
Draco felt momentarily stunned. Up close her hair was magnificent: thick and long, it was the color of the setting sun after a storm, breathtaking and inspiring. Draco made to reach out to it as she passed, but instead tugged on his father's cloak and asked, "Who are they, Father?"
"What?" Lucius said, looking down at his son. "To whom are you referring?"
Draco pointed down the hall to the disappearing figures.
Lucius sneered and pushed Draco's outstretched arm down with his cane. "You couldn't possibly mean the Weasleys, Draco? Oh no, you are above asking questions about them. Poor and filthy, their blood is as unworthy as any Muggle. The entire family is a disgrace to the name of Wizard. I'll forgive you your question this time, but no son of mine will ever be caught in their company. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Father," Draco had said obediently, though he could not shake the image of her face from his mind.