Ginny Weasley snarled quietly at the shelves. "Honestly! Who needs vitamin enriched bread? Not me! That's for sure. Could we just get rye bread with minumal difficulty and no loss of limbs? No!"

She scanned the bread shelf again. Usually she didn't bother with the grocery store, but went striaght to her mum's when ever she was in the mood for real food, but lately the subtle pressure to settle down had turned not so subtle and Ginny often dropped in to find her mother entertaining some 'charming and single' chap in the kitchen.

Ginny wouldn't mind if she was in the mood. But with work piling up at an alarming rate, Ginny had little time for anything as fun as dating. She was lucky she got home every week and didn't have to spend weeks abroad or in flight.

Ginny heard the familiar sound of a child's barefeet scuttling on linolium, a sound she hated to hear in mid flight, but heard at least once a week. She losened her wand in it's hip cartrage and pivoted on the balls of her feet, dropping into a defensive crotch. Two years of pilot school coupled with over two hundred flights and four years of self defense took over.

A small blonde boy, giggling like crazy, skidded around the aisle. Ginny pushed the wand back down as she studdied the boy.

He was about six, maybe a little older, with white blonde hair and dark grey eyes twinkling merrily. He was wearing what looked like decrepit overalls that had been half disgarded, and no shirt or shoes, reminding Ginny of Dennis the Menace.

He skidded to a halt when he saw her.

"Hello, little man." She said cheerfully.

He seemed to take this as an invitation for fun. He scampered over to her. "I havta hide!" he lisped.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Who are you hiding from?" Six years of dealing with her neices and nephews had taught her how to handle kids.

He wrinkled his nose. "Dady!"

Ginny nodded wisely. "And why be we hiding from him?"

The boy tapped the side of his nose with such a conspiritorial look that Ginny had to resist laughing. "Dady wants us to put on our shirtses!"

Ginny looked down at her chest as though she wasn't wearing her light blue RAF shirt that an ex had given her. She gasped in mock dismay. "Perish the thought! I suppose the brute won't stop there! I rather suspect we shall be forced into..." She leaned forward conspiriatorially. "Shoes!"

Now the boy gave a gasp and looked at his own grass stained feet. "We can'ts let that happen!"

"No indeed! Come lad, let us ally ourselves against him!"

Now he looked hesitant. "Dady says I's not uoppos'd to talk to strangers."

Ginny nodded as though this made perfect sense. In truth she would have been shocked if dady hadn't told him this.

"Right then. My name is Ginny."

He smiled the beautiful smile only an innocent can possess. "It pretie!"

Ginny smiled back. "Thank you. But you know, my Daddy told me not to talk to strangers..."

He grinned. "I is Aragon Elric Ma-"

"Aragon!"

Ginny and Aragon both looked up as the thunderous voice echoed out. Ginny sensed a underlying humor as the voice boomed again.

"'innie!" Aragon tugged at her shirt.

Ginny smiled and took off the light blue shirt she was wearing. To the sounds of his father's calls and Aragon's giggles, Ginny tucked him under the shirt. "He won't find you now."

A second later a tall blonde man entered the aisle. A small girl with light brown hair clung to one leg, inhibiting his stride. Another was tucked upside down under one arm. Both were shrieking with laughter at each step their father took. A taller girl of about seven or eight walked behind, with an air of martyrdom about her as she pushed up the glasses on her nose.

Ginny started to study the man then had to resist a gasp as she stared into grey green eyes that took her back in time. Draco Malfoy.

(A/N: thanks to the glorious Tomsgirl2005 for being my amazing beta!