A/N: Okay guys, here we go…

Things steadily grew more routine for Ginny. She would struggle along and keep everyone from thinking that something was wrong, then at night, she'd let the tiresome activities of the day take their toll. This routine wasn't disrupted until a certain Wednesday morning.

Ginny, Harry, Fransisca, Ron, and Hermione were eating their dinner and talking happily of the next Hogsmeade weekend. Then, unexpectedly, Pigwidgeon wildly landed on Ron's head and dropped a letter. The hyper owl then proceeded to snatch the last of Ron's treacle tarts and flew away.

"That idiot owl!" Ron snarled, rubbing his head and picking up the letter.

"Don't be too hard on Pig, Ron. He's still just a little thing." Hermione said, patting Ron on the shoulder.

Ron read the letter with an odd expression on his face. His mouth dropped open and automatically handed the letter to Ginny, who grabbed it from him, expecting the worst.

Dear Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George

It certainly has been an eventful week here at the Burrow. We've gotten rid of the old ghoul in the attic, and proceeded to get some of the best news we've ever gotten.

It seems as if an angry mob of witches and wizards cornered Lucius Malfoy and made him give up his position in the Ministry. Guess who took his place? That's right, your father! He's getting twice of what he would have gotten if he stayed in Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. Now we can finally afford everything you children have ever wanted.

There is a bit of sad news, though. We are going to move, as those pesky gnomes have burrowed their way under the house and I think they have a pet niffler. This is not safe, as you know. So we will be buying a small manor in London. We'll even have a house-elf! Don't tell Hermione.

Love Always,

Mum and Dad

Ginny dropped the letter and looked at Ron with wide eyes. His mouth was still open.

"What is it?" asked Hermione.

"Dad's gotten…a pr-promotion." Ron stuttered.

"What?" Harry asked, snatching up the letter.

When he finished reading it, he let out a loud whoop.

"That's awesome you guys! Hey, do you think I could have my own room and maybe move in?" he joked.

"Yeah…but wow. We're rich…" Ginny said.

"That's wonderful!" Hermione gasped.

She was interrupted, as Malfoy had just come up to their table with a murderous look on his face.

"So Weasley, your father took over my father's old position…and now we have no more income. I'm going to kill you if it's the last thing I do. Watch it." Malfoy sneered.

"Hey Malfoy!" Ginny yelled, getting up, "Remember that black eye I gave you? Well, I'm not afraid to give you another!"

"I'd like to see you try it." Malfoy muttered.

"If you keep threatening us, you'll end up not only with no income, but with no manhood!" Ginny told him.

Malfoy strutted off, swearing. Ginny looked back at her friends, who were smiling happily. She smiled too, then promptly fainted.

A/N: Sorry this chappy was short! But don't worry, I'll update! R&R!