Disclaimer: Characters are Copyright J.K. Rowling.

Note: This is my first chapter of my Draco/Ginny series. The idea of this story is from a novel called "Summer of My German Soldier". I hope you enjoy! Please read and review.





Ginny Weasley was scaring Gnomes out of the garden on a wonderful sunny day in summer. This was an especially wonderful day for it was the first day out of being a sixth year Hogwarts student. Unfortunately for wizarding folk they had to keep a look out for danger. Voldemort had risen to power and was a major threat to all that would not join him. The Weasley's were one of them.

"Mum! I think I'm done!" Ginny said excitedly. "What are you making? I'm starving!"

Molly Weasley was in the kitchen cooking up a grand lunch. "You'll see once you get cleaned up a bit!" She replied.

Ginny hurried up the stairs nearly knocking over two seventeen year old boys. One who was her older brother Ron and the other was Harry Potter. She had always had a bit of a crush on him ever since she had first seen him.

"Hey! Watch it Ginny!" Ron called from behind her. "You nearly killed me!"

"Oh, sorry, Ron." She replied solemnly. "Hello, Harry! How are you?"

"Hi Ginny. " Harry replied. "I'm good, thanks." And he and Ron hurried back down the stairs, into the kitchen.

"Hello mum." Ron said dully.

"Good morning, dear. Please take a seat and wait for your sister." Molly replied while adding some extra spices to a stew. "And Hello Harry!"

"Hello Mrs. Weasley." Harry replied. "So Ron, how about the Cannons? They're doing great this year, don't you think?"

"Of course they are, Harry! They are the Cannons!" Replied Ron enthusiastically. Just then, Ginny was hurrying down the stairs and quickly took a seat at the table.

"So? What do we have to eat?" She asked.

"Chicken Stew, bread, milk, and apple pie." Replied Molly, setting down plates and serving the delicious food.

Ron and Harry and Ginny and Molly finished at about the same time. The table was cleared away and summer chores were to begin.

"Arthur, Charlie, Bill and Percy are going to be busy, very busy and may not come home until late or maybe not at all. I expect you to do all of the chores I tell you to, Ron, Ginny?"

"Yes, mum." They groaned.

"Good. Ginny, go in the front yard and pull all of the dead weeds out and plant these new ones." She pointed to a bunch of flowers over on the floor by the door. "And Ron, clean up around here with Harry."

Doing chores was no big deal for Harry because he had been living there for a few years and knew what he had to do. Ron and Harry and Ginny departed their ways.

Once she got out side, she knelt down and began to pull weeds and dead plants from the small flower beads in the front of the Burrow. This was fairly easy compared to cleaning the whole house. Just then, a huge white vehicle, not visible to the muggle eye, zoomed past her house. She quickly called over to her neighbors, who were also wizards like her.

"Mrs. Bishop? Excuse me, do you know where that bus is heading?" She asked politely.

"Indeed I do! They're going to the new jail for those Death Eaters! It's not like Azkaban but it's like a muggle jail. Much better then Azkaban if you ask me!" Mrs. Bishop replied.

"Oh, thanks!" Ginny said. She began to wonder if she knew anybody going to the jail. She was curious to find out. "Excuse me, if you don't mind me asking, where is the new jail?"

"Right down the street and take a right. Then stop and go left. Then go down Cort Street and it's your second on the left on a street called Jackson. You could probably walk there." Replied Mrs. Bishop kindly.

"Thanks again!"

"No problem"

Ginny made sure she did her chores quickly. Once she had finished, she hurried inside to tell her mum she was going to take a walk. Molly approved and Ginny was off to the new jail.

The walk was long but she arrived there fairly quickly. A Sign on a big, gray stone building read "Kienderlund Jail of Wizard and Witch Juvenals"

She entered the building. A giant, much like Hagrid, came up to her and asked, "What do you need, ma'am?"

"Er…" She looked up, "M-May I see who just came here? I-I'd like to see if I know anybody."

"Sure. Just don't try and get anybody out. Well, you probably couldn't anyway. There's too much magic on the cells."

"Thanks. Where do I go?"

"Down the hall and to the right, ma'am"

"Thanks!" Ginny quickly walk to where the cells were.

The white bus had just pulled in and the Juvenal wizards (and some witches) where filing out and being sorted by more giants into cells with silver, almost glowing bars and white walls. Once the cell door was closed shut, the bars glow a shimmering gold. A few of the inmates hooted and hollered at Ginny. How could they not? She was wearing denim short shorts and a tightly fitting top depicting a strawberry on a white background. She instantly noticed one of the inmates as Draco Malfoy. "That's by brothers life long rival! Wait until I tell Ron this! He'll love it!" Ginny thought excitedly. Draco looked gaunt and worn. His beautiful silver blonde hair messed up and uncombed. His gray eyes were cold and observant. Ginny, being taken aback by this handsome boy, shook her head sorted though the rest of the inmates.

The rest of the day, all she thought about was Draco. She of course would never tell Ron this but at dinner, she did mention him.

"Hey Ron. I went up to visit the new jail down the street and guess who I saw there? Draco Malfoy!" She exclaimed.

"Oh really? No shit! I'm going to get him good! I'm going there tomorrow! You know, for a few laughs. I wonder what he's there for? Isn't that a juvenal place?" Said Ron enthusiastically.

Molly scowled at him and quickly caught his cuss "Ronald Weasley! Watch your mouth in this house!" She yelled.

"Right mum. Sorry." Said Ron.

The rest of dinner went surprisingly pleasant. The places were cleared and Ginny went out side. The sky was clear and the silver stars pinched the silky black background of the night. She connected all of the constellations she could and silently wish upon a brightly beaming star. What she wished for would never be revealed.