The sun was rising steadily, causing beams of light to dance across the wooden floor. Draco rolled over in bed, trying to hold onto the last bits of sleep he could. He pushed the hand made quilt away from him and kicked it off the bed. Noises were coming from somewhere nearby and Draco's eyes shot open. Someone was in his room.

He sat suddenly in bed, only he wasn't in his bed! And he wasn't in his pajamas, and he definitely wasn't in his room!

"Ah!" Draco shouted, scrambling out of the bed only to get tangled up in the blankets and land hard on the wooden floor.

"Drake." Someone moaned near by. "Either go back to sleep or be quite."

Draco froze. Whoever was in the room knew him. He slowly got up and saw that in the room there were two beds, the one he was sleeping in and another. He gulped then slowly made his way to the other bed where a rather large lump lay.

"Hello?" He asked leaning to see who it was.

"What are you going on about?" The voice sounded irritated then the person in the bed got up. "Great, now I can't go back to sleep. Thank you very much."

"Weasley!?" Draco shouted, seeing the flaming red hair on top of Ron Weasley's head.

"Who were you expecting? The Minister of Magic?" Ron said wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

"Where the heck am I?" Draco demanded, now angry.

"Are you feeling right?" Ron looked worried. "Maybe you should go see Mum."

"Mum?" Draco mimicked Ron. "I certainly wouldn't see your 'Mum.' Now answer me! Where am I?"

"Drake, you're at the Burrow…you know, you're home?"

"Stop calling me 'Drake!' And this is NOT my home!" Draco was now beyond angry. He wanted answers and he wanted answers now!

"Look, I know what you're doing. Just because Mum finally let me put up my Chudley Cannon posters on the walls doesn't mean you have to act like such a prat. Look, they're all on my side of the room anyway." Ron pointed towards the flaming orange posters on the far wall.

"I could care less about your stupid posters!" Draco shouted. "Just tell me how I got here?"

Ron began laughing. "Well, you see, Mum and Dad fell in love, and when two people fall in love—"

"Shut up!" Draco screamed. "That's not what I meant. Where's my clothes? My bed? My house?"

"Oh, and which house is that? Hmm? The Summer Cottage?" Ron mocked.

"No, Malfoy Manor!" Draco shouted, irritated.

Ron's eyes opened wide, then he began laughing. "I knew it! I knew it!" Ron pointed towards Draco. "I knew you liked Malfoy!"

"What are you talking about?" Draco was seriously confused.

"Virginia Malfoy! Even though you went on and on about how rude and annoying she was, I knew that—"

"Wait!" Draco yelled, causing Ron to stop mid-sentence. "Virginia Malfoy?" Ron nodded and Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Hmm, I'm beginning to understand."

~*~*~

Ginny knew something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She was drifting in and out of sleep and she knew something was different. She clutched the silk sheets close to her chin and—

"Silk sheets?" Ginny opened her eyes to see the forest green silk sheets covering her. "Ahh!" She screamed then scrambled out of bed.

She landed hard on the stone floor, causing a bruise to form on her rear end. As she rubbed her sore spot, she looked around the room. It was very impersonal, there was the bed she had laid in, and a dresser to the side and a wardrobe on the other side of the bed. Two tall windows were drawn shut with intricate detailed curtains and the ceiling matched the curtains. It looked like a guest room, or a museum piece.

"Where am I?" She muttered, standing up.

That's when she noticed what she was wearing. She was definitely not in her usual night attire, which consisted of an overlarge Gryffindor shirt and pink shorts, but a silk night dress. She rubbed the material between two fingers and realized this night dress must have cost what her whole wardrobe was worth.

Just then the door opened and a small house elf appeared.

"Is Mistress ready for breakfast?" The house elf asked timidly. "I is thinking you want to eat in your room."

"What?" Ginny asked, completely confused.

"After what is happening last night with Master, I is thinking you want to eat in your room." The house elf pointed towards the bed and a tray of breakfast food appeared.

"Look, what's going on?" Ginny sounded irritated. "Is this one of Fred and George's jokes? Some sort of dream fantasy or something? Fred! George! I'm telling Mum!" Ginny walked to the curtains and pulled them back but nothing was there. Not under the bed or behind the wardrobe doors. While Ginny was searching the room, the house elf looked quizzically at her actions.

"What is Mistress doing?" The house elf, engrossed in the awkwardness of the moment, forgot her place and immediately began pounding her head on the bed post.

"Stop that." Ginny demanded.

"I is sorry, Mistress, I is forgetting myself."

"Look, where am I?" Ginny thought even if this was some sort of dream Fred and George had concocted for her, she might as well know where she was.

"Mistress Malfoy, I is not understanding."

"What I mean is—" Ginny stopped. Mistress Malfoy? Did the elf just call Ginny Mistress Malfoy? "I'm not at (gulp) Malfoy Manor, am I?" The house elf nodded. "I'm in no way related to (gulp, gulp) Draco?"

"You is an only child! Of course you're not related to Draco Weasley."

"What?" Ginny screamed, causing her voice to echo off the walls, and the house elf to hid under the bed.


(A/N: Ok, i realize this chapter is short, but this fic isn't meant to have long chapters. It's just a short novella type thingy, so don't expect long chapters, but I guarantee, it'll have some D/G romance, woo!!)