"I've told Mum on you three." Ron stood in front of us a week later. In that week the twins, both sets, had gained some control over their elements. The Patil twins seemed to have a mastery on all that was green and Fred and George's element complimented it by having a mastery of weather. If Parvati and Padma could bring it up from the ground, Fred and George could make it thrive with just enough rain or sunlight. So far they were starting small. A daisy in the middle of a stone wall and a rainstorm that followed certain students around.

In fact, Ron still looked a bit damp.

"Of course you did, Ronniekins."

"Oh widdle baby Ron Ron."

The twins looked positively wicked and I knew if I didn't put a stop to this World War III would break out with me caught in the middle.

"Okay, guys. Stop this. Ron, Mum already knows. You think Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let her know what was going on?" I reasoned, trying to keep my eye rolling to a minimum.

In fact, I wasn't completely sure Mum had known. I assumed Professor Dumbledore would have kept our parents, well most of our parents in the loop. I thought the likelihood of Malfoy's father knowing was slim.

Ron looked caught between being known as a tattle tale and asking us what exactly was going on. He ended up turning a shade redder and spewing a string of curse words Mum definitely wouldn't want him saying.

Fred and George lunged towards him with me caught in the middle. I put my hands up, palms facing out and shoved the three away from each other, growing angrier by the second, "ENOUGH."

"Geez, Ginny. What do you have on your hands?" asked Ron, rubbing the middle of his chest which was clear through the scorched fabric of his robes, robes we couldn't afford to replace, "You've ruined my robes! I'll tell M-"

"You'll tell Mum...we get it." said Fred.

"Look, you can have my old pair to replace this set." placated George.

Hermione walked into the Common Room with her nose still in the old dusty tome she'd been carrying around the last week or so. She looked at us and then at the burnt fabric of Ron's robes, "I think I know what is going on."

"She's had her nose in that book all week long. How was I supposed to know she was researching us?" I asked, my palms still tingled from the burst of power earlier.

Snape looked very sour, "I told you that it was up to you to find out about your powers. Did it not occur to you to go to the library?"

It in fact had occurred to me to go to the library...I just hadn't.

"Well I have the book now." I muttered. I had taken it from Hermione's bedside table and hid it in my bag.

Malfoy sat next to me in Snape's office, "Fat lot of good it does us now, Weasley."

"I have informed Professor Dumbledore and he is meeting with Potter, Granger, and the boy Weasley about the importance of secrecy with regards to you lot but do have some care. I can't be with you all the time, praise the powers that be, but show some restraint, Ginevra. Don't burn through any more clothing."

Snape looked at the both of us expectantly and then pointed to the door, "Out."

Malfoy looked quite pleased. In fact his steps were positively jaunty.

"What's got you in such a good mood?"

"Oh, just thinking about how dumb Weasley's face must have looked when you burned through his clothing. You know, you can burn through my clothes any time." He raised his eyebrows at me suggestively.

"Don't try me, Malfoy." I responded, put off by his flirting which had only gotten worse over the past week. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was coming on to me.

"Oh, come on, Weasley. How are you not enjoying this? We have more power than anyone in this school combined, including Dumbledore's precious Potter. Hell, the two of us could take over the world."

He was actually grinning. I paused to consider him. He looked attractive without his ever present scowl. Now that my powers seemed to counteract his, he had a bit of color back in his cheeks.

"World domination is a bit much, Malfoy." I couldn't help but smile with him, his mood was catching.

"You know what I mean," he countered, "The times are changing and we are the change! Elementals have been thought extinct for centuries. We are the first and between you and me, we are the most powerful. Fire and Water, Weasley. Sure, Earth and Air are great and all but to quote Frost: Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice."

I narrowed my eyes, "Are you saying Robert Frost was a Seer?"

He shook his head, "Who knows? What I am saying is that it isn't a coincidence that you, Ginevra Weasley, are the only girl in your Pureblood family in generations and I am the heir to the Malfoy line and we are the first Elementals in centuries."

"You Malfoys and your Pureblooded nonsense." I scoffed, "Your theory doesn't even hold water since my brothers are also Elementals."

He waved me off, "Pureblooded nonsense or not, look at the others. Not a halfblood or Mudblood in the lo-"

The sound of my hand against his cheek echoed down the hall. He looked a bit shocked which gave me great pleasure.

"Never, ever use that word in my presence again. Your prejudice is vile, Malfoy." I turned, grinding my heel into the ground and throwing my hair over my shoulder, leaving him in my wake. It didn't escape my notice that my hand had burned a mark into his skin but later that evening my fingers throbbed with frostbite.

Sorry for the delay, I was moving.