Chapter I
Summary: The first chapter in a story that shows the darker side of Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy's lives.
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Authors Note: It's probably not that good, but hey. Read and Review.
Ginny Weasley sat up in bed and stretched. The morning light shone dully into her room, partially blocked out by the curtains. Ginny had suffered yet another basically sleepless night. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
Just another boring day in the Weasley household She thought. Ok, well that's not really entirely true. As boring as a day could be in the middle of the greatest wizarding war of all time. She yawned again. Just another hour maybe… I mean, it's the middle of the holidays it's hardly going to matter if I ju- Ginny interrupted herself.
"Shit!" She said out loud. It wasn't just another day. Today was September the first.
"Oh man…." She jumped out of bed and glanced at her clock. 7:34. There was a loud knock at her door.
"Ginny! Ginevra Weasley! Get up! Get up this minute!" Her mother's voice called, sounding somewhat frazzled.
"Yeah… I'm coming mum." She jumped up and grabbed some clothes. Nothing special; just jeans and a shirt. She had what could easily be described as the world's quickest shower and got dressed. As she was heading down the stairs she caught a glance of herself in a mirror. Her long red hair hung around halfway down her back. Her pale skin was dotted only with a few freckles. She was slim with long thin legs. She was by no means ugly. Not breath-taking either though. She pulled a face at her reflection and pulled her hair up into a neat plait.
When she entered the kitchen she found her mother sitting down a bowl of porridge at her place.
Molly smiled warmly at her daughter, but even through the smile Ginny could see tired lines creasing her mothers face.
"You okay mum?" She asked as she sat down, pulling a face at her porridge. Is there anyone in the world who actually likes porridge? If so point them out and I shall cause them pain… She thought scooping up the gluggy mess in her spoon and forcing herself to swallow some.
"Yes, yes dear. Everything's okay. I'm just tired that's all," Molly said, clearly lying, as she flicked her wand and some tea towels began to fold themselves.
When Ginny had finished her muck, er- porridge, she placed her bowl on the sink and made her way back upstairs. Moving as slowly as humanely possible she began gathering up some stuff she hadn't yet packed for Hogwarts. She was so not ready to go back. Though it's not like she would've been able to help around the Burrow. She'd have gone insane, what, with her mother the way she was at the moment. Moping around and cleaning EVERYTHING, seriously if you stood still top long expect to be dusted…. Ok, Ginny could understand it. The dream team had gone to save the world and the rest of the Weasley men (except for Bill) were preparing to fight as well. It wasn't easy on anyone… but Molly was basically hysterical. At least Bill's condition was improving. He was back at the Burrow now and Molly was constantly fussing. Fleur wasn't all that pleased with Molly's fussing.
"I am Bills wife now. It is I who must look after him!"
"But Fleur, dear, I'm his mother."
"I'm well aware of that Molly, but I am his wife!"
The bickering… Oh it was awful. Ginny smiled to herself. Perhaps Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad after all.
Except, Ginny thought, for bloody idiots like Draco Malfoy and his deadbeat minions.
She wondered if he'd show. Rumor was that many parents refused to allow their children to attend Hogwarts anymore. With Dumbledore gone they were concerned it wouldn't be safe enough. Of course, that's not why Ginny wondered if Malfoy would show his face. More like, he might be busy attempting to destroy most of the world or something equally as evil. She was positive that he must be a death eater. After the whole Dumbledore thing it seemed logical.
It was so hard to believe that Albus Dumbledore would no longer be headmaster. Minerva McGonagall would now become Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was insane really. He'd been there her entire school career, and now he was dead. It was an awful thought, that they would never see him again.
This whole war is awful, Ginny thought angrily. It was taking such a huge toll on her family. With Bill being attacked and Ron leaving to search for the Horcruxes and her father was never at home anymore. It was tearing the Weasley family apart.
Draco Malfoy awoke and glanced at his clock. Dammit…. 8 O'clock. September the first. Brilliant… just fucking brilliant. He'd been out ALL night, and now he had to get up and go to school. He didn't understand why his parents- yes, plural. Lucius Malfoy had mysteriously escaped from Azkaban. And they thought Sirius Black was the only one who could do it…
Draco smirked. No-one is more cunning than a Malfoy, He thought smugly.
He showered and pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. As he made his way downstairs a small house-elf ran into him.
"What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?" He said angrily to the house-elf.
"Millie is sor-sorry Master Draco sir…" The elf named Millie was a brilliant shade of red.
"So you bloody well should be," Draco said shoving the elf out of the way.
Ok… so he was a prick. He was the first to admit that. But it was in his genes. He was a Malfoy for crying out loud. And no-one is more horrible or more cunning than a Malfoy.
When he got downstairs he found only a house elf named Lin cleaning the Dining Room. Lin had been in the Malfoy Manor for as long as Draco could remember.
"Lin," He said. The house-elf turned to him.
"Yes Master Draco?" She asked giving a slight curtsy.
"Where are my parents?"
"Master Lucius and Madame Narcissa are out, they have been called away."
"Ah…" Draco said nodding. "Now how the hell am I meant to get to Kings Cross?"
"A car will arrive at eight thirty," She replied. "Your trunk is packed and waiting in the Entrance Hall,"
"Thank you Lin," He said before turning to walk away.
He went back into his room and knelt down on the floor. From under his bed he pulled a sketch pad. He tucked it under his arm and made his way back downstairs.
It was now eight thirty and the car had arrived. His trunk was loaded into the car, as was Draco himself. He sat on the back seat staring silently out the window at the passing scenery. Well… if you could call it scenery. A few cows… some trees. Quite boring really.
The ride passed quickly and Draco soon found himself passing through the barrier of Platform 9 and ¾. As he looked around he noticed that there seemed to be quite a few people missing. Weasley, Granger and Potter were all absent.
Oh well…Draco thought smirking. I'm sure I'll get over it.
He boarded the train and found an empty compartment. He sat on one of the seats and sighed. He was glad to be away from Malfoy Manor at the moment, but Hogwarts? Eurgh. It's not much better.
He lay back on the seat and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep.
Ginny entered the compartment and found Draco asleep on one of the seats. She shook her head.
We've been on this train for, I don't know… half an hour? And he's asleep. She thought in disgust. Lazy bastard.
She sat down on another seat. Really she didn't have a choice. She'd been in with Colin and Dennis Creevey but quickly tired of their company. This was the only other compartment that wasn't full. She began to read a book that she'd had in her hand.
It wasn't long before Draco woke up again. He sat up, stretched and yawned. When he saw Ginny he let out a slightly feminine shriek and fell sideways of the seat.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked after regaining his composure and scrambling back onto the seat.
Ginny managed to control her laughter and looked at him with a serious look on her face.
"Belly dancing…"
He looked at her blankly.
"It was a joke…" She said shaking her head. "Hello Dickhead..."
"Excuse me!" Draco asked offended.
"Nothing…"
Draco glared at her.
"Well… What ARE you doing?"
"Reading."
"What are you reading?"
"A book."
Draco was beginning to get frustrated. He walked over and snatched the book from her hands.
"Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare. What the hell is this?" He asked in disgust.
"One of the most famous love stories ever written by one of the most famous authors in the muggle world," Ginny replied snatching the book back.
Draco returned to his seat and stretched out lazily on it.
"Honestly Weasley, I'm surprised your family can afford books…" He said smirking.
"You are such… such… you're such a…" She spat angrily.
"I'm a what? Go on Weaslette, spit it out."
"You're a MORON! You don't give a shit about anyone other than yourself do you?"
"No… why? Should I?" He said lazily.
Ginny just shook her head disgustedly.
"You are pathetic… A pathetic evil Death Eater." She said angrily.
Draco merely raised his eyebrow and then closed his eyes again.
"If you don't like me Weaslette, then leave."
He heard the redhead make a frustrated noise then footsteps and a door slamming.
Hardly surprising, he thought. Weasley's and Malfoy's will never get along. We're much to upper class for them.
Well…. End of first chapter. I know what you're thinking. What a cliché Ginny and Draco love story. Well, you're wrong! Wrong I tell you! But I guess you'll only be able to find out by reading the next chapters. And we all know there's only one way that new chapters will appear. Yup, that's right… REVIEWS! So… go on review!
Byeee. Lauren.