Draco's first year at Hogwarts flew by for him; he was prince of Slytherins, a favorite of his house head, so what if it happened to be his godfather, as well as the elder years. His made many friends and they were fun to be around, even when Blaise became annoying, Crabbe and Goyle dull and Pansy too touchy. He excelled at all his classes, furiously competing with a muggleborn girl who was mentally competent and could file away facts with a memory that amazed even him severely lacked the natural flow of magic, a clear sign of her heritage, he could tell it still frightened her and she in return was still wary and held fast to the so called science of muggles.
Draco looked forwarded to his first Hogwarts Quidditch match, feeling sour that he wasn't allowed a broom because he was a first year student but it made the idea of being seeker his second year even sweeter. That is until Harry Potter foolishly found himself has the youngest seeker appointed at Hogwarts in over a century! He would have taken it better if anyone had actually thanked him for being the catalyst to Potter's new found glory, other then the other 3 house teams that is.
Halloween had been entertaining; imagine a troll entering Hogwarts of all places! He knew no troll would do that on his own and he knew of his godfather's suspicion of the stuttering fool they had for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He became wary and more cautious of his self preservation then he already had been trained to be.
He had continued to fail at finding the identity of his fae angel. He stealthy dropped telling questions with his fellow snakes, some even liberally showing off pictures of any witches within their family with out any instigation but to no avail. He furthered his quest with the other houses sometimes taunting the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws into admission, sometimes allowing fellow classmates to ask for him as he stood by looking uninterested.
When it was clear that she wasn't directly related to anyone in any house other then Gryffindor he started to worry. There were very few lions she could be related too, well very few families he should think, and has he dwindled the list down through out the year by eavesdropping on Gryffs as they talked about shopping for holiday presents and annoying younger relatives before and on the train ride home for Christmas break.
Draco Malfoy had begun to loose all hope when he happened upon a conversation that would effect him still in the years too come.
He had been walking too the library to meet Blaise for a study session and was passing a small court yard, when he heard a boys voice taunt someone else.
"Oi what did you get from her for Alban Eiler?"
Clearly they were from an old wizarding family. He himself had gotten a package from his mother and father full of special chocolates, herbs and potions, all hand made from his father.
"Why our dear little sister was so very thoughtfully she sent me some fresh chocolate flowers, pine seeds from the trees on the hills-"
Sister! Little sister! Too young for Hogwarts but by how much?!
"I know that I got that but what was your personal gift? She made me miniature statue of ram soaked in jasmine and made of Ash wood."
A crafty little witch!
"She created me a picture of a ram flying through the morning sky made solely from flower pigments"
And so creative. He knew of only a few outside his family's circle of friends and colleagues who knew the art of painting with flower pigments.
"Not to brag but our dear sister composed a book full of old tales in the old tongue bound by rope made from the stems of wild flowers"
The old tongue! She was versed in the old tongue! This was starting to sound horridly too good to be true, perhaps she was just another witch, one who's faced he had seen had been with a discerning and disappointed eye. But then again how many families had at least 4 children? And so many boys…..no NO! There was only one family that could possibly…..but that would mean she was-
He walked just a bit more towards the voices of 3 boys older then himself and couldn't hold the not so startling surprise in his eyes. The Weasleys! The twins and the pretentious prefect were sitting about outside the castle holding up their bounty, each piece beautifully made clearly with care and love, the small ram statue had intricate details and looked life like with out charms, the painting was so spectacularly colored he new of paintings in the castle that would look on in envy and the book which was held in the hands the horn-rimmed glasses wearing brother was finely made and he could catch glimpse of archaic lettering on its covered stitched in yellow green of long grass.
The three looked at him, the twins with their chocolate brown eyes, a color he couldn't remember seeing them with and one that reminded him too much of her eyes for his liking. They were about to question his spying when he ran out of there, too the library as fast as he could, narrowly missing a group of 4th years on their way outside. He startled a bored looking Blaise when he dropped his books on the table and sat down with a plop, wide eyed and panting.
"You alright their cousin? What did that 5th year try to corner you in the girl's loo again?"
Draco could only shake his head, trying to get his bearings, trying to think beyond one startling conclusion, the only possible conclusion.
His beautiful fae child, his goddess, his future wife was…..was….a……
Weasley.
Author's Note: I have not died nor had any true reasons for not updating, just writers block, too much work and soo many Fanfics to read hehe PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ! I'm going to finish this story and updated soon again like with in the next 72 hrs if not may I fall ill and not partake in the celebrations for book 7!
Response to Reviews-if any of my reviewers are still living
Power of the stars: Thank you I just love chibi draco and ginny
GoOd-BaDz2: yes it's Ginny I can't really picture Draco with anyone else which is sad for me because I love DG as much as I do HG and think HG is going to be cannon til the end and Draco will be all alone or forced with a witch. Children learn vocabulary from their parents and I can't imagine the Malfoys using kiddy lingo around their son- thank you
Starbaby 210 – Hi I actually updated see I keep my promises I'm just not punctual he hehe
Elf Grrl: Thank you I'll keep it going now, I know how it is when an author gets their hooks in ya with a good story, sorry for the wait
HJP : Thank you! Your short and sweet like your penname
