"You're still bruised, well, Aimee does have a good punch," Ginny chimed as she stood in the entrance way of Hogwarts, waiting for her prefect partner to turn up, he scowled at her, his beautiful pale face marred with a deep purple bruise that was forming on the entire line of his jaw, Aimee had definitely been persistent. Ginny had heard that the bruises went down to the bone, making it harder for them to be healed with magic, especially when done by a powerful witch like Aimee who had a habit of being slightly strong then really necessary for a girl her age and size.

"She certainly does, but you know Weaslette that people always get what's coming for them," Draco growled, but Ginny was unfazed, he was clearly in a bad mood.

"Isn't that why you got a punch in face? Because you said something nasty and you got what was coming to you?" Ginny chimed, it had been the only reason she had waited for her perfect partner this week, to tease him about being punched in the face, she was a little surprised he had turned up at all. "She could have handled the Harry comments, and those about her sex life, but you never mess with a girl's best friend."

Draco said nothing as they moved through the dark corridors, listening for students who may be loitering after hours.

"She's actually with Potter now isn't she? I didn't think a girl went for the guy her best friend is practically in love with-" Draco started, however Ginny openly laughed, she stopped and bent over, her laugh ringing through the corridor, he was slightly bemused.

"Come on Malfoy, you gotta have better than that?" Ginny laughed, standing up and looking at him, her cheeks reddened with laughter, she pushed her hair back, the long copped waves falling down her back. "I had a crush on Harry before I knew him, once you get to know the boy you realise he's actually not all that mysterious and interesting, he's Harry Potter the boy who lived and is best friends with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, plus I'm happy for them, they make a cute couple and there's a total level of patience between them I couldn't manage."

"You really should give your insults a little more thought," Ginny said as she turned around the corner, highly amused. "You don't even know me-"

She would have said some more if it weren't for the breath being pushed out her as she was slammed against the wall, she opened her mouth to scream, as she blindly reached for her wand, however before she got the chance her wrists were pinned over her head and a hand clamped over her mouth.

"Now Weasley, no one can hear you and no one can see you," Draco growled into her ear, and the weight of his body pressed against her, pinning her to the wall he had forced her against, this was something she hadn't expected from the Slytherin in front of her. "What would happen if I unzipped my ridiculously expensive trousers and pulled aside the flimsy knickers you're wearing? Hey, you got an answer for that."

He loosened his grip on her, and pushed himself away, and leaned against the wall opposite her, taking in her obviously shaken appearance, she was slightly ruffled from his attack on her, it easily could have gone further than that. Her skirt had hiked from the way he had shoved his knee between her legs, and her shirt had risen slightly, showing off a toned midriff.

Her eyes were bright and tinged with a look of something, it was fear, but closer to defiance. Her jaw was set and her lips pursed as she straightened herself out.

"That wasn't an insult, all you've proven is that you're a brute with no sense of morality, all you've proven to me in that moment Malfoy is that you're like your bastard of a father," Ginny replied steadily, he hadn't expected that. He'd been ready for her to cry and get upset, she however was standing strong before him, it made him awkward as she spoke, her tone firm and steady. He felt a stab in his chest as she spoke of his father, knowing that he'd done something his father had been rumoured to have done many times previous with his victims.

She moved quickly, enough so he hadn't noticed it, her body was now against him, he could feel her form hold against him, her lips near his colour bone with their height differences, she did not shake though, she was steady and seemingly calm as she stood there, he may have thought she was making a move if it weren't for the tip of her wand pointed painfully to his jugular, sure to leave a mark.

"Don't make the mistake of thinking you now have one over me; because you don't scare me Malfoy, I have bigger things to concern myself with than a pathetic little boy who thinks his empty insults will upset me. Touch me like that again and you will have much bigger things to concern yourself with than Aimee who can and will lay you out like a little girl, she may be strong and powerful, but you piss me off and you've got another force all together to mess with, do you understand me Malfoy." Her words were quiet, and for the first time since meeting the little redheaded spitfire he was scared of her, he honestly knew in that moment she would do far worse things to him then punch him in the face… He'd crossed a line, and he wasn't about to forget this anytime soon. However more than that he was aware of another feeling altogether as her words pierced through him, the honest resentment in them and the fire in her eyes, burning brightly with disgust, he could feel a stirring in him.


"EURGH!" Ron groaned as he sat at the table for breakfast, he was sitting across form Harry and Aimee who were openly going out with each other now, and kissing. "It's too early for me to see this."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she settled down beside him, eating porridge and reading Hogwarts a History for what was perhaps the billionth time, she peered over the top of the book, and noted Ginny was also not in the best of moods.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, placing the book aside as she spoke to her friend.

"Peachy." Clearly Ginny was not alright, Hermione realised, but didn't push the subject, and Ginny would say something as she wanted to. In fact Hermione could only hope it wasn't the fact that Harry and Aimee were openly boyfriend and girlfriend that was annoying the redhead. "I have potions, come on Aimee."

Aimee looked away form Harry and nodded at her best friend, collecting her bag and a piece of toast before following her friend down to the dungeons.

"You 'right?" Aimee asked through a mouthful of toast, Ginny nodded but Aimee didn't believe her for a second. "Don't lie to me."

"I had a run in with Draco-I'm-so-up-myself-Malfoy during rounds again," Ginny grumbled finally. Aimee very nearly left her there to go punch him again; she would have if she could get away with it. "I think he'll not do it again though, it kinda pissed me off."

"Good," Aimee said defiantly. "He needs putting in his place the bloody prat."

"While I am hugely interested in the latest gossip Miss Cullen," A voice broke across the dark classroom, and Aimee looked ahead to the front of the classroom where Severus Snape had entered, he sounded particularly bored today, his voice the same drawl it had been since she had arrived. "I request that it stays outside of my classroom."


Mum & Dad

HI, I know you never hear form me enough, and I know mum worries terribly about me in Romania, but I've got a letter from Dumbledore telling me that he had given you some news about the family? What's he on about? Is everyone alright?

I'll be by on Friday night; I know bill and the new Mrs Weasley are about in England, it'd be great to see them too.

Love

Charlie

Molly gripped the letter to her chest once more, everything was set, the dinner was in the oven cooking, Charlie's favourite meal of roast beef was cooking away, as carrots and parsnips roasted. Molly could not deny her excitement for the return of her two eldest boys; she'd not had them under the same roof since summer holidays when Bill and Fleur had gotten married.

There was a sound in the living room, and she heard the fireplace erupt into flames, she quickly moved towards the living room, and was delighted as her eyes fell upon her adult son standing there, he was much the same as she remember when she saw him last, though perhaps a bit more rugged looking with his off white t-shirt and torn jeans.

"Mum," Charlie said merrily, hugging his mother close. He towered over her, but was genuinely happy to see her; it had been a while, since he'd last been home. "So what's this family news I must know."

"Its good news I assure you," Molly said as she bustled back to the kitchen, followed by Charlie, who was looking more interested now as his mother busied herself. "You've got a cousin, you know of Aimee Cullen and why Albus brought her to England, she's not a Cullen she's a Prewett, she's Aimee Prewett, Fabians Daughter."

"You're kidding," Charlie exclaimed, falling onto one of the many kitchen chairs, he had been surprised by this news indeed. He was young when his uncle had died, perhaps no older than nine years old. In truth his only real memory form that time was his mothers howling sobs as they buried the bodies of her brothers, it was a very short time after that that Lily and James Potter were murdered. "Fabian had a kid? How could you not know?"

"He was always away doing something, him and Gideon, they were always off, I knew he loved Dorcas, but she too was busy, I wasn't too involved in the order back then, Moody assures me that they knew of Dorcas, but Aimee wasn't safe, she need to be moved away to break all links," Molly said, she was beaming as she talked, clearly excited for having some family back, things had definitely gotten tense, she and Percy hadn't spoke since he had decided that the Ministry was where his loyalties lie, and with Bill married off already it was hard for her.

"So will she be moving in?" Charlie asked curiously, it had been a big enough change for the boys when Ginny was born, and there possibility of another girl in the house could be interesting. There were rules when it came to the bathroom.

"I have no idea, but whatever, I'm happy we have her."