Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and make no claims to, seeing as how I find him to be very annoying. Before today I did not own Draco Malfoy, but as it seems, he's chained to my wall right now. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW HE GOT THERE!!

AN: I have no idea where this story is going, but I do promise many appearances of our favorite Slytherin.

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Ginevra Molly Weasley, sixteen, groggily opened her eyes as the morning sun streamed through her small bedroom window on the fourth floor of the burrow. Slowly she became aware of the loud obnoxious banging on her already very battered door.

"Gin, get the bloody well up! Mum says we've got to be ready to leave in ten minutes!" Ron bellowed.

Ginny wrenched the blankets from her lanky, freckled body and jumped to save the door from its impending doom and to kill the person on the other side. She reached the door, swung it open, and faced an already completely dressed Ronald, with maple syrup staring to dry on the sides of his mouth.

"Ten minutes!? Why didn't you wake me up before then?" Ginny looked frantically at her older brother.

"Mum did, but as it looks it, you went back to sleep." Ginny could see the smug smile starting to form on her brother's just as freckled face as he looked at her in her much worn pajamas and morning bed head.

"Shit." Ginny slammed the abused door in her brother's face and started to shuck her pajamas, not caring where they landed. Lucky for our heroine she had already planned the outfit she would wear to Kings Cross and had left the outfit on the stand next to her yellow quilted bed. Knowing there would be no time for a shower, Ginny pulled on the pink tank top that only had one small stain on the very lower left side over her head, and her loose jeans were quickly pulled on next.

Hoping no one was in the bathroom, she flung open her door and ran to the bathroom across the hall that she had mostly to herself now that Percy and the twins had left, and furiously started to brush her teeth with one hand while attempting to put on deodorant with the other.

Glancing in the mirror, she silently wished she could be one of those girls in her year that could pull off the 'I'm very hot and sexy and yet I just jumped out of bed look'. Pulling open a drawer she grabbed a black hair band and pulled her hair back in a messy pony, thankful at least that she had grown out her fringe over the summer.

Rushing back over to her room, she pulled on her grey cardigan, mentally checking that she had remembered everything she would need for her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Grabbing the lip gloss on her bed stand, she quickly swiped some on and stuffed it into the pocket of her oversized jeans, grabbed her very large, very battered trunk and glancing around her room once more and ran out, praying to the gods that her mother was in a semi-good mood today.

As it turned out, Mom was in a very BAD mood this particular morning, especially when Ginevra had to rush back up to her room because she had forgotten her toothbrush.

Due to Arthur Weasley having to work on a special muggle case at the ministry this morning, only Molly would accompany her last two almost completely grown children to King's Cross. With the latest of the Death Eater attacks, the floo was the safest way for them to travel to London this bright and early morning.

Ginny was first, throwing the floo into the large family fireplace and stepping into the green flames. She shouted London's safe landing place for wizard flooers and closed her eyes waiting for the familiar pulling sensation…

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Draco Scorpius Malfoy sleepily lifted his pale eyelids at exactly six thirty in the morning, without the help of brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, or house elves. Unclenching his hands from around the mahogany headboard that he had habitually held every night of his existence that he could remember, he slipped from under the green silky sheets of his large seventeenth century inspired bed and slowly slinked his way to his adjoining master bathroom.

Pulling off his black, and also, silk pajama bottoms he climbed into his morning bath that the house elves had drawn for him. As soon as he was in, he submerged himself under the water, and only came up for air when it was absolutely impossible for him to hold his breath any longer. Grabbing his wash cloth he began to scrub, turning his pale, pale skin red. When he felt that he had caused himself enough torture for one morning, he washed his chin length, well kept blonde hair. Finishing, he stepped out of his large grey marble tub and grabbed the generously big, black fluffy towel hanging on the porcelain rod near him. After drying he flung the now useless towel and strutted back to his room, to find his perfect outfit already laid out for him.

He smirked and dressed.

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Okay, that's all for now. Please review and tell me if it sucks or not. Next chapter: King cross Station. Oh yeah, and if someone would like to beta, I would be very happy!!