(a/n): Hello there. This is... my third story. First one on here, of course. It is one featuring Mr. Draco Malfoy and Miss Ginny Weasley as the main characters. Stick with me. I wrote the beginning portions of this story a year ago, and I've tried to fix all that I could without altering the better portions of the story. If you hang in there, I PROMISE it gets better.
"Oh Ginny dear! We're so happy for you! Every Weasley a prefect now!" Mrs. Weasley said happily, looking at Ginny Weasley's letter from Hogwarts. It had come just moments ago as the lot of them were sitting down to a breakfast fit to feed an army.
"Honestly mum it's no big deal….I didn't even…" Ginny started to say but was interrupted by….
"What are you talking about mum? Fred and I weren't prefects! Aren't WE part of this family?" George yelled from across the table as he spooned sausages onto his already full plate.
Mrs. Weasley looked up, sighed and said, "Yes but I'm pretending like that didn't happen….Ron! Eat something. You're beginning to look underfed."
"I ee plendy! Wha on'tou pic on soweone ews!" Ron tried to yell with a mouth full of egg.
"Honestly mum, why can't you just be happy for us…." Fred started.
"RONALD WEASLEY! At least pretend to have some manners and DON'T talk with your mouth full!" His mother shrieked.
And once again Ginny was forgotten. It seemed like every time she had something important to say, no one was there to listen. And even if they did, it wasn't for long. She was beginning to develop a recentful streak.
"I wish people would think I was important enough to listen to me," Ginny said, rather loudly just to see if anyone would listen. Of course they didn't. She threw down her napkin, picked up her letter and stormed up the stairs.
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Draco had been sitting in his room for the past 3 days, getting his meals sent up. He had indeed been sulking. His father was being irrational as usual, his mother was in hysterics and he just could not take it anymore! Since when had his life been taken out of his hands? But after closer examination he realized, it had never been in his hands to begin with. Sure he appreciated what his father had done for him over the years… but he wished he had been give then chance to make those decisions on his own. Draco Malfoy began to resent his father that day. Not just for what was going on… he didn't spend much time dwelling on THAT. No he was resenting the fact that he wasn't trusted enough to make his own decisions.
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"Now what happened to Ginny? She was just here…" Mrs. Weasley asked as she collected her bag and got the flower pot of floo powder out.
"I think she said she had something important to do?" George suggested as he pocketed something his mother probably wouldn't have approved of.
"I'm right here…." Ginny grumbled.
"Has anyone seen Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley asked, as Ron disappeared in the fire.
"I'M RIGHT HERE!" Ginny yelled. Everyone stared at her.
"Honestly dear there's no need to yell," Mrs. Weasley said, handing her the Floo Powder.
