Title: Another Sunny Day

Author: Straw_berry

Rating: PG13

A/N: Here I am, a new writer, writing my first story…I hope you like it, because I worked hard on it! Don't forget to read and review!

Here it goes!!!

Chapter 1: "The Hogwarts Letter and the Train Ride"

            Ginny Weasley sat on the stool, eating her snack. She watched as her brother, Ron, defeated Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, for the fifth time in chess.

            "Checkmate!" her brother said triumphantly.

            Harry's shoulders slumped down in defeat.

            "Whatever I do, I still can't win. Maybe I should use a Memory Charm on you so that you'll forget all your chess skills, or something." He said in a joking manner.

            "You shouldn't do that, Harry! Memory Charms are extremely complicated to do perfectly! One can say the spell, but if something goes wrong, disastrous things will result!" said Hermione, the always and forever walking spell book of the entire school.

            "And besides, Harry, my chess skills are in-…in-…" Ron paused, thinking of the right word to use.

            "Innate, Ron, innate!" said Hermione.

            "Right! Innate!" He said.

            "You guys are impossible!" Harry said, burying his face in his hands.

            "As impossible as Draco Malfoy turning nicer this year?" Hermione asked.

            "As impossible as that!" Harry replied.

            "I don't know, Harry…he was certainly nicer last year…" Hermione paused when she saw the incredulous looks that Harry and Ron were giving her.

            "What!?! He was nicer last year, compared to our fifth year! He just…didn't give us prefects…and most especially me, a hard time. He never called me mudblood…unless I was with you guys…he never picked a fight with any of the other Prefects…" Hermione's voice trailed off.

            Ginny pondered on what Hermione said. True enough, Malfoy wasn't acting nasty to her last year. Except for a few un-nice comments now and then, nothing really bad happened.

            I wonder why…

            Her train of thought was broken as three owls flew into the room. Two of them were extremely well-groomed, and the other one was a really big, brown owl. One of the two well-groomed owls flew directly to Ginny, while the other one went to Hermione, and the brown one went to Harry.

            Ginny studied the owl that landed beside her. Its feathers were colored reddish-brown; with a few streaks of tan, and it had clear, fearless blue eyes.

            She took the letter from its beak. She flipped it around and saw the red seal that marked the envelope.

            The letter from Hogwarts! She thought excitedly.

            Her excitement doubled as she read the contents.

            It read:

Ms. Virginia Weasley,

                        I am glad to tell you that you have been elevated to another year level. This year, you will be taking 7th year classes, along with the other members of the batch.

                        You will be expected, as a member of the 7th year, to act accordingly to the standards set by the school for the 7th year students. I am also pleased to tell you that in the light of Ms. Hermione Granger's being Head Girl this year; you will be the new Gryffindor prefect. We hope that you will be a good example to your fellow Gryffindors.

                        Have a good day!

                                                                                                Minerva McGonagall

                                                                                             Deputy Headmistress

P.S. Professor Dumbledore says that this owl, which we have used to send you this letter, is now yours. She is female, by the way.

P.PS. He reminds you too to not tell your friends about all of this.

            Ginny's mouth was hanging open after she read the postscript.

            The owl is…mine?! She thought. Lud!

            She glanced at her new pet. It was staring at Ginny's hair.

            "Hey there…owl, get used to this house, you'll be living in here now." She told the owl.

            "Ginny! Are you going batty? Who in bloody soda are you talking to?" said Ron.

            Harry gave a laugh. "Don't mind him, Gin; it's just that this Hogwarts owl just bit him."

            "Ginny! I've been made Head Girl!" Hermione said excitedly.

            "Bloody chicken!" Ron commented.

            The Hogwarts owl hooted and nipped Ron's ear.

            All of them laughed.

            "If you guys don't mind, I'll just be upstairs…" she told them.

            "Okay, Ginny!" said Hermione. Ron didn't reply. He was too busy glaring at the owl. Harry, meanwhile, was laughing too hard to notice.

            Ginny sprinted up the stairs and kicked the door closed. She dropped the Hogwarts letter on her bed and gently lowered the owl onto her bed.

            "Hmm…what should I name you? Nicole?"

            The owl hooted loudly.

            "I'll take that as a no. I don't think that owls are supposed to be named Nicole, anyway. How about Maxine?"

            The owl hooted again. This time, it was louder.

            "Ouch. You don't like that name too, huh? Hmm…how about…Clio?"

            The owl hooted happily.

            "Okay! So Clio it is! Well, my dear Clio, I'd better fix my stuff now, I have a feeling that the rest of vacation is going to go very fast!" She said.

~J~

            Summer really did go very fast, and before Ginny knew it, she was on the train to Hogwarts.  Harry, Ron, Hermione still didn't know that she was a prefect, and they were surprised when Mrs. Weasley bought Ginny new sets of robes, books, an owl cage (Ron asked her: "What do you need that cage for?" She replied: For the owl that the Professor gave me, you dolt!") and a wand. Ron was really envious of her, but he couldn't say anything, for after all, being the Keeper of Gryffindor's Quidditch team, his brothers all chipped in to buy him a brand new broom, a Nimbus 2002, which, as Fred told him secretly, had been charmed by Bill to make it have the speed of a Firebolt.

            "Hey, Ron! Beat you to our old compartment!" Harry said, as he and Ron finished putting their trunks on board.

            "Sure!" Ron replied.

            "Um, Hermione? I'm going to find someone on board; you guys go ahead of me." Ginny told Hermione.

            "Okay, Gin! Just be careful!" she replied.

            Ginny walked towards the direction of the Prefect's compartment. She passed by a lot of students from the lower levels who were all exchanging stories about their summer-by-gone days. When she was near the compartment, she saw a little girl crying.

            She bent down and talked to the little girl.

            "Hey there, little girl, why are you crying?" she asked in a gentle tone.

            The girl looked up and said, "I need to go to the loo…but I can't find it!" and then continued crying.

            "Stand up, I'm going to help you!" she told the girl.

            "Really?" The girl stopped crying and looked at her.

            "Yup!" she replied.

            She took the little girl's hand and opened the compartment of the prefects. She saw no one in there, so she strode inside and opened the bathroom door.

            "Here you go, little girl, take your time." She said, and closed the door.

            "What pray tell Weasley, are you doing in here?" said a voice.

            She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy, looking at her.

            "I'm a Prefect, Malfoy, so what have you the right to question me?" she replied.

            "Oh…" he said, while giving her a look-over. "Why, I bet your mum was happy, happy enough to buy you new robes!"

            "So what? It's natural that if your clothes are too small for you, you'll have to change them, right?"

            "Sure didn't seem that way with the Weasel." He remarked.

            "Unless you've forgotten, Malfoy, I'm one of those 'Weasels'." She replied, her voice taking over a cutting edge.

            "You must be somewhat different from them, to be nominated and accepted as a prefect." He said, his voice still calm.

            "You must be something REALLY different, in order for you to become a prefect." She replied.

            "And what are you implying?" He asked.

            "I don't think that Dumbledore would seriously make you a prefect, if you are still the same son-of-a-Death-Eater that the whole of Hogwarts know." She said.

            "Why you stinking--" he started, a touch of annoyance on his face.

            "What's happening?" a small voice asked behind Ginny's back.

            Ginny jumped sideways, startled by the voice of the little girl.

            "Brother? What's happening? Are you mad at the miss?" Asked the little girl.

            "No…no I'm not." He replied. "Come now, Cassie, and sit down."

            "Sure, brother." Cassie replied.

            "Brother?" asked Ginny, who sat down on the couch opposite them.

            He swore under his breath.

~J~

            "Cassandra Rosalynde Elizabeth Alinor Malfoy. She is my younger sister." Draco told Ginny Weasley.

            "C.R.E.A.M.?" she replied.

            "Go ask my mother. She told me in her letters that when she was carrying Cass, she craved for cream. Full cream milk, cream cakes, strawberries with cream, name it!" he said.

            "And how old are you, little Cream?" she asked his sister.

            Cassandra gave out a giggle and said, "I'm 7 years old."

            "Why'd you bring her to Hogwarts, the, if she's only seven?" she asked.

            "For personal reasons." He answered.

            "What per--"

            "What's your name, miss?" Cassie asked.

            "Virginia Weasley. Call me Ginny." She replied with a smile.

            Cassie smiled back and clambered over to Ginny.

            "Let's play, Ginny!"

            "Sure!" she replied.

            Draco looked at the both of them. They were really not so different, he thought, except for their hair color.

Cassandra had gray-blue eyes, Ginny had blue ones. Cassie was child-like in nature. So was Ginny, for all he knew.

He kept on thinking about them, and he fell asleep.

~J~

            Ginny looked at Malfoy's sleeping profile. Sunlight from the window fell on him, which made his silver-blonde hair turn golden-white.

            He looks like a sleeping angel…a good-looking one at that…she thought.

            She thought of the time when she was purchasing her wand…

~flashback~

            …"And which is your wand arm, Miss Weasley?" Mr. Ollivander asked her.

            "My right, sir."

            Tape Measures flew from the floor and started to measure her.

            "Stop!" Mr. Ollivander commanded, and the Tape Measures fell unto the floor.

            "Try this, Unicorn Hair and Redwood, 13 inches."

            She wove around her hand, but no sparks appeared.

            "How about…Manticore Teeth and Willow, 5 inches."

            She tried again, but nothing happened.

            "Hmm…tricky customer…"

            Again and again she tried and failed to find her wand.

            "Ms. Weasley, I am sad to say that all my single wands are all…no more. You've tried all of them. I am glad to say, though, that you will be the first one to try my double-combination wands…but it comes with a risk…" his voice trailed off.

            "I will try it, sir." She replied.

            Mr. Ollivander seemed happy at her choice.

            "Come with me, then." He led her to the inside of his store, where there was a circle traced in the middle of the room and four smaller circles surrounding it.

            "Please step inside the circle."

            Ginny did as he asked and waited.

            "Throw a strand of your hair inside the circle."

            Ginny plucked one strand of her hair and dropped it. Suddenly, all four of the circles rose, revealing four black holes on the floor. The holes started to fill with light, each of them a different color. The one on her north was filled with blue light, the one on her right red, on her left, green, and on her back, yellow.

            "Let me see…ah, yes! La Visiones Acindricio!"

            The strand of hair which she had dropped suddenly rose, and burst into a thousand pigments of light. The pigments of light spread all over the room, and settled down. Ginny watched as the Red Circle emitted a drop of red water, the Blue Circle, a feather, the Green Circle, a plant, and the Yellow Circle, a pair of Fairy Wings. All of these rose up, up, up, and with a flash of bright light, turned into a wand.

            Ginny knew, the moment that the wand touched her hand that this was really meant to be her wand. She felt a strong surge of magic and said: "Plentius Flora!" A bright pink light shone and seconds later, it was raining flowers.

            "Yes! Yes!" Mr. Ollivander exclaimed. "It worked! Can I borrow your wand for a second?"

            Ginny handed over her wand.

            "Queer…extremely queer…" he said, as he ran his fingers over her wand. "Angel Feather, a Drop of Gordic's Blood, Salazar's Tree and Fairy wings from the birthplace of Helga Hufflepuff! Truly queer…Angel Feather…my dear girl, your wand is extremely special, if I say so myself. Take good care of it."

            "Yes, sir."

            "Take this letter to Professor Dumbledore."

            "Yes, sir."

            "I'm giving you your wand for free."
            "Really?!"

            "It isn't often that this happens to me, Ms. Weasley. Take extremely good care of that wand. Good Day."

~end of flashback~

            …Angel Feather…

            "Ginny, let's wake brother up! It's almost there!" said Cassie.

            "Sure, Cream! You go wake Mal—Draco up and I'll clean up this mess."

            "I heard my name."

            "Oh! You're awake!" she said, smiling at him.

            "Yes, Virginia. I can see that you two wrecked the room while I was sleeping." He said, eyeing the room.

            She winced. "Ginny, if you please. Virginia sounds so…"

            "So virgin-like?" He asked.

            "Yes! I mean…no! It just sounds old and stodgy and…" She trailed off.

            "And prude?" He asked once again.

            Ginny didn't answer him. Her face was flushed.

            "Ginny…the prude-ent girl…it fits!" He said, his voice taking on a slight teasing manner.

            "I am not a prude!"

            "Am too!"

            "Am not!"

            "Am too!"

            Something happened to Ginny right there and then. It was the same feeling she felt when she tried out her wand for the first time.

            Infinite Lacmorenus…say it…Infinite Lacmorenus…   

            "Infinite Lacmorenus!" She said. 

            A flash of blue erupted from her wand and hit Draco square in the chest.  His face was frozen in shock and he suddenly collapsed on the floor.

            "Holy Flying Bacon…what did I do?!" she exclaimed. Ginny rushed over to Draco's side. She tried to feel for a pulse, but she couldn't find one. She noticed that his chest wasn't moving.

            "Holy Lud! He isn't breathing!"

            "Ginny? What is going on?" asked Cassie, who had just come in the room. "Why is brother on the floor?"

            "I'll tell you later. Now I want you to run and find a compartment with a lion etched on the outside. There you'll find a girl named Hermione. Bring her here." She instructed.

            Cassandra nodded, tears brimming in her eyes.

            "Lud, breathe Malfoy! Breathe!" she said, while trying CPR on him.

            It won't work! She thought. I have to breathe air into him!

            She lowered her mouth to his and began to pump in air.

            1...2...3...4...5...release!

            "Breathe, breathe!"

            1…2…3…4…5…release!

            "Breathe, Dang you! Breathe!"

            1…2…3—what the-!

            Draco's tongue suddenly brushed hers for a fraction of a second.

            Ginny covered her mouth with her hand in shock and moved away from him.

            He…he…he just kissed me. No, She thought, while shaking her head, it just couldn't be.

            "Ow…my head aches…what the hell happened?" Draco said, while rubbing his head. [A/N: it rhymes!]

            "Y-y-you blacked out when I-I—I hit you with a spell--" she started to reply.

            "What is going on in here?! Malfoy?" said Hermione, who had come in the room with Cassie at her back, "I trust nothing bad has happened in here? This girl was saying something about an unconscious person on the floor."

            "If you're looking for answers, Ms. Head Girl, better ask your friend over here." He replied, his head motioning toward Ginny.

            "Ginny? What are you doing in here? This is a Prefect's Compartment! I thought you were going to…oh! Ginny! You're the new Gryffindor Prefect?" Hermione asked excitedly.

            Ginny gave a weak nod, her hand still on her mouth.

            "Congratulations! I trust Draco hasn't been giving you any trouble?" she inquired.

            Draco?! She calls him Draco? How come we don't know?

            "Um…a while ago he blacked out and I…revived him." she replied.

            "Really? Good Girl! Helping another house! But unfortunately, we're not in school yet, so I can't give you any points. Oh well! Be seeing you, Ginny!" and with a wave, Hermione strode off, with Cassie in tow. "Come, little girl, I'll treat you to a bean!"

            "Yay!" Cassie replied.

            Draco gave her a questioning look. "You revived me?           

            "What you think I was doing anyway, rejoicing?" she shot back snappily.

            "Oh-kay…slow down, Ol' paint! No need to be angry!"

            "Oh just pack your bags, Malfoy, we're about to disembark!"

            "Sure, Prude-ent." He replied.

A/N: Don't forget to read and review! Did you like it?

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, except for Cassandra Rosalynde Elizabeth Alinor Malfoy, my sweat is                    mine, the computer is mine…the computer chair is mine…ah, yes! The plot is mine! How could I forget        that! J

Special Thanks to:

1. Nicole and Maxine-for letting me use their names for owls…

2. To all those people I presented this idea to who refused it and told me that this pairing sucks- Blech! Nyah Nyah!

3. Goldie, the girl with the Golden Voice-thanks for supporting my idea!

      4.   Chappie two coming after 10 reviews! J