New story – completely different – same author – hope you all like.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter, it's J K Rowling's, lucky her,just theplot and only the plot is mine……

Love is For Real

Chapter One

'BRING BRING' went an alarm clock and a lazy arm reached out towards it, lifted it up and threw it across the room, which then not surprisingly stopped it from ringing. The girl groaned and turned over, she gasped as her cheek hit the cold side of the pillow but not caring she snuggled down into duvet and started to fall asleep again. She tried to recall the dream she'd been having, it had been a very good dream, one that probably would have made her Mother blush!

Slowly, sleep began to overcome her but then there was a 'KNOCK KNOCK' on her door.

'Go away,' she said firmly. 'I'm trying to sleep.'

'Come on Ginny dear, it's nearly 10 o'clock and we have to get to Kings Cross Station. So hurry up and get up or I will not be responsible for my actions!'

Ginevra heard her Mother walk away as she hauled herself out of bed and plodded across her room (which really only took about 3 steps as her room was a box) and rummaged in her chest of drawers for some 'suitable' clothes. This was in her opinion, not in her parents or brothers opinions; apparently they all thought she was growing up too fast……

'I'm 16 for Christ's sakes,' Ginevra muttered to herself and continued to look for some clothes. 10 minutes later there were clothes spread over her floor, bed, chairs, desk and anything else that resided in her room. 'MUM!' she shouted down the stairs, 'where the hell is my purple top!'

Molly Weasley poked her head round the door along with Fred and George.

'Woah Gin, when did you grow up!' Fred asked.

'I mean, if you weren't my sister…… ouch!' George had been slapped by his Mother.

'Get downstairs the both of you, you need to head off and open your shop.' Molly growled angrily at them. Molly shook her head as the twins apparated, then turned to her daughter. 'Which purple top, you have 17 at the last count…'

'Oh, the one with the buttons and shirt attached to it.'

'That one was in your fourth draw,' Molly paused and cast a disapproving look around Ginevra's room, 'but by the looks of it, it won't be anymore.'

Ginevra looked down to the ground, blushed and her toes slowly crept inwards as her hands moved to behind her back, this was something she had always done, since she was a little girl, when she was being told off or was embarrassed. Molly moved into her room and began to pick up random clothes to look for Ginevra's top and place the others neatly on the bed.

'Here you are my darling,' Molly said while handing her daughter the top, 'breakfast in 5 minutes.' And with that Molly walked from the room.

Ginevra hastily pulled the top over her head and moved in front of her full length mirror.

'Oops,' she muttered as she realised she hadn't pulled her hair from out of her top, so it looked as if she had very short hair. As she removed her hair from between her top and her back, it tickled the back of her neck, her only ticklish point. Her hair hung down her back, like one, long auburn sheet that shimmered when the light that peeked through her curtains caught it. Her big, brown eyes that shone innocence itself were lined by long, jet black eyelashes and if looked through, hearts would melt. Ginevra ran a critical eye over herself, she really had grown into her own, with curves that any girl or young woman would crave for – not too exaggerated but they were there and noticeable, except obviously to her brothers, which, taking all things into respect was probably a good thing. Also her height, this was something to be proud of, she had obviously followed in Ron's footsteps, except with out the gangliness, she had managed to reach a height of about 5ft and 9 inches.

The purple top she was wearing clung to these curves and had a low cut v neck with a white shirt with dark purple stripes sewn onto the inside of it. The sleeves were ¾ length and the end of the top stopped just below her belly button, showing the slight tan she had received through the very warm summer. Then over her legs, she wore dark blue, very worn and low rise jeans that hugged her hips and bum nicely, finishing off with what were once white but now more brown coloured trainers. Happy with the overall look, she laughed and turned in a circle then sprinted down the stairs at full pace. She could now out run 2 of her brothers and nearly the rest of them, all this exercise over the summer had toned her legs to a pleasing shape, or that was what she thought. Ginevra, was happy and that's how she liked it.

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15 minutes before they were meant to leave, Molly asked her daughter, 'Have you actually packed?'

'Ah, slight problem there,' she replied guiltily.

'You children really will be the death of me.' Molly Weasley said as she pulled out her wand and muttered a spell causing Ginevra's suitcase to pack and come down the stairs to join Ron's.

Ron walked slowly into the room and nodded to Ginevra and passed on by, but to Ginevra's utter amazement he stopped and turned slowly on the spot to look at her. Ron blinked stupidly and shook his head.

'What!' Ginevra asked.

'You, you're…… you're not going to wear those clothes to school, you'll have boys looking at you. They're going to think you're hot, that is not allowed. Mum! You can't allow Ginny to go to school looking like…… like a…… a……' Ron was lost for words.

Molly came into the living room drying her hands on a tea towel, 'Ronald, be quiet, Ginny's old enough to dress how she wishes and she doesn't look at all bad,' Molly turned to Ginevra, 'although dear, I would suggest some of that lovely lip gloss you bought from Diagon Ally the other day,' she surveyed her daughter, 'you don't need any other make up, I think that'll do. Yes.' Molly smiled.

'Thanks Mum,' Ginevra smiled back and stuck her tongue out at Ron.

'Come on, come on children!' Arthur Weasley called from the car. 'We have to get going.'

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The journey to King's Cross was uneventful and boring, Ron kept staring daggers at her, but Ginevra ignored this immature feat of Ron's and just listened to her discman.

They arrived on the platform, with 15 minutes to spare, which for the Weasley's was quite an achievement. Ginevra vaguely heard her Mother telling her random things to which she wasn't really listening. She muttered quick goodbyes and got onto the train as quickly as possible, not stopping to say hello to Harry or Hermione, who both looked at her with great amazement.

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'Excuse me Mister Malfoy?'

Draco looked around to face his house elf, Benny, 'yes?' he replied.

'Er, um, well you Father requests you to go and see him please…'

'Yes, tell I will be there presently.' Benny left; Draco sighed and ran one hand through his un-tame blonde hair that he had given up on gelling after the 5th Year. His Father didn't like him, but Draco's answer to that was always – 'screw you.' Draco yanked open his wardrobe and observed his clothes, black, black, black, grey, grey and that was how it continued. He shook his head but pulled out some black slacks and a black t-shirt, nothing special but then there was no one special to impress, so it really didn't make any difference.

Draco had grown in the last year to a reasonable height of 6ft 2in, and wasn't exactly a weakling when it came to the talk of muscles, all the quidditch training and fighting that he had done over the years. The only problem was that as he was now this big, there was the question of whether he still fitted the requirements to be a seeker, which he had to be this year, he had to beat Potter, at least once. If he left school without doing so, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. He surveyed his face for a while, his eyes, he didn't actually know what colour they were, they changed, just like him, almost as if they suited his mood. The colours varied from silver to grey to silvery blue to a blue black, but that was only really when he was very, very angry.

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Draco walked into his Father's study and quickly but silently made an exit again, he didn't want to stay to watch that. His Father had one of his whores with him and that was a sight he really didn't want to see nor think about. So he just stood outside the door, waiting until he was called in.

'Draco, enter.' Draco pushed open the door. 'What have I told you about knocking?'

'Well Father,' he spat, 'I was late and you normally punish me for being late, so I thought I would walk in, which is something I can guarantee I will not do again.' Draco kept eye contact with his Father, he was matching him in height and so found it easy to do and his Father couldn't intimidate him anymore.

His Father turned around and walked behind his desk, which at the precise point in time was in complete chaos, obviously due to the 'activity' that had taken place here not ten minutes before. Draco didn't want to think about that anymore and decided for once to concentrate on what his Father was telling him.

'Now, we need to consider what role you will play in the future within my life and what I do.'

Draco looked at his Father quizzically.

'To do with the Dark Lord.' Lucius snapped.

'I should've guessed.' Draco muttered to himself. 'No surprise there.'

'What did you say?' Draco didn't reply and looked his Father squarely in the eye, not flicking for a moment. 'I said repeat yourself.' Lucius said darkly.

'It's a matter of no importance.'

'My patience with you, son, is becoming very thin, I expect you to be on your proper behaviour when in his presence, especially as you do not respect me like you should and for that I will punish you.'

Draco closed his eyes and waited, he waited and he waited but nothing happened. Slowly and cautiously he opened his eyes to see his father staring at him with a sneer plastered across his lips.

'Am I that obvious?' He asked. 'No Draco, I shall not punish you directly……' He trailed off.

'Then, what, what are you going to do…? Draco questioned, but as he finished it dawned on him what his Father was planning to do. 'You bastard.'

'Now, now Draco, no language like that thank you, and insulting me will only make her punishment more fearsome and painful.'

Draco tried not to show the fear that was welling up inside of him and he tried to concentrate on the anger that he felt for this man, this monster who tried to govern his life and make him someone who Draco didn't want to be.

'If that's all, I shall go and pack now.'

'No, it isn't all. The reason I summoned you to me, was to inform you that the Dark Lord, sees a lot of potential within you, that he wishes to use in the final battle. I on the other hand have better idea, you and me…' Lucius paused expecting a reaction from Draco but not getting one. When he didn't merit a reaction Lucius sighed, not a deep sigh, not a regretful sigh but an angry and annoyed sigh. Draco knew his Father had given up on shouting at him, but he really didn't understand.

'What does he expect me to do when he talks in code? I'm not a bloody mind reader.' Draco thought angrily.

'You and me, against him, together we could overtake and rule, of course I have to find out what's so special about you but once that has been completed… What do you say?'

'What a load of bull.' Draco turned and walked towards the door. 'I'm going to pack, I'll think about the whole Dark Lord thing you've got going there Father.' He mocked and then walked from the room without looking back.

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He arrived at Kings Cross Station, with plenty of time to spare. He didn't however, spare a moment to say thank you to his driver and so just walked straight onto the platform, not caring who saw him. Climbing onto the train he noticed it was pretty much deserted and so went to lay claim to a good compartment. It wasn't the best, he hadn't been given the 'honour' of being Head Boy, which his Father again was unhappy about, he dreaded to think who had got it though. Draco got comfortable and slowly fell asleep and didn't wake until they reached Hogwarts.

Well that's the first chapter of my new story – it's very different from my first one, which I am continuing by the way. This idea came into my head and so I decided to follow it through. Hope you liked it. Please review, so I know what you think and whether I should continue…… Lelimo.