((Darcel: I do my best~_~
Ishi: Sorry about the fluff, but this *is* a shipper fic, after all;)
Azalai: Hope you like this chapter. ..
Dracos Gal: About time he got around to it, lol~_*
caroline: His father would probably *like* to kill him, but he doesn't know what happened. As for the classes, you'll have to wait and see. ..))
Disclaimer: Not mine
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At the sound of her mother's voice drifting up the stairs, Ginny sat up, back braced against the headboard, the swung her feet to the floor. Turning to look at the piles of suitcases she'd packed the night before, she found them gone - her father must have taken them already. After briefly ducking into the bathroom to get into her Muggle clothes, she put the gnawed bed into her book-bag, then picked up Silver, who had been watching the proceedings with interest, and settled him into the crook of her arm.
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As Draco had become used to the dark trip down the winding staircase, and no longer needed to concentrate on keeping his balance, he did not pause in his musings as Ginny carried him downward. Today, they'd be leaving for Hogwarts. Normally, around this time, he and his father were at King's Cross, and he'd already staked out a compartment on the Express. He wondered, briefly, what Lucius Malfoy was thinking now. He would almost certainly be angry at his son's disappearance, but the small 'incidents' the Death Eaters had arranged for this summer had likely taken precedence. Which, he forcibly reminded himself, was as it should be, after all.
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((A/n: I know, I know! Very short one this time, but I'll try to make it up in the next chapter. ..))
Ishi: Sorry about the fluff, but this *is* a shipper fic, after all;)
Azalai: Hope you like this chapter. ..
Dracos Gal: About time he got around to it, lol~_*
caroline: His father would probably *like* to kill him, but he doesn't know what happened. As for the classes, you'll have to wait and see. ..))
Disclaimer: Not mine
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At the sound of her mother's voice drifting up the stairs, Ginny sat up, back braced against the headboard, the swung her feet to the floor. Turning to look at the piles of suitcases she'd packed the night before, she found them gone - her father must have taken them already. After briefly ducking into the bathroom to get into her Muggle clothes, she put the gnawed bed into her book-bag, then picked up Silver, who had been watching the proceedings with interest, and settled him into the crook of her arm.
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As Draco had become used to the dark trip down the winding staircase, and no longer needed to concentrate on keeping his balance, he did not pause in his musings as Ginny carried him downward. Today, they'd be leaving for Hogwarts. Normally, around this time, he and his father were at King's Cross, and he'd already staked out a compartment on the Express. He wondered, briefly, what Lucius Malfoy was thinking now. He would almost certainly be angry at his son's disappearance, but the small 'incidents' the Death Eaters had arranged for this summer had likely taken precedence. Which, he forcibly reminded himself, was as it should be, after all.
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((A/n: I know, I know! Very short one this time, but I'll try to make it up in the next chapter. ..))