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Carrie: Twiggy is the new house elf working at the Malfoy Mannor! Since Dobby got freed and all.

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Mariz: In this fic that I am writing, Draco should and will cry more, his father has made him angry and he isn't that strong of a person emotionally really (kinda find out why in this chapter) and he keeps to himself, he hasn't exposed this side to anyone else, that's why he seems out of character to you. I'm sorry if Draco doesn't seem right to you.

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Nerwen Faelvirin: You gave me a really good idea, I wasn't going to refer to him as the boy in the rest of the story, but I think now that in certain chapters, I will call Draco the boy and Ginny the girl! ^_^ SQUEE! THANK YOU!

Dark Queen of Roses: DRACO AND GINNY IS MY 2nD FAVORITE SHIP! SQUEE! I like that word...SQUEE!

CHAPPIE 2 HERE WE COME! OK, Ginny and Draco Romance time, well no not that much romance , BUT I LOVE TAKES TIME TO GROW YOU KNOW! HEE HEE! That's from my dads song he wrote...such a true quote. More longer than the 2st chappie, but still good...I hope, REVIEW AFTER YOU READ TO TELL ME!

Chapter 2: A meeting in Diagon Ally.

Draco Malfoy quietly shut his bedroom door as he entered the long twisting hallway of the Malfoy Manor. He started out as a quick jog, but then, realized he was too lazy to continue, so he started walking languidly.

He hated this hallway, it was the hallway he had to go though every day in the summer to get to his room. The hallway was filled with old pictures of his heir. All of them whispering and hissing to one another, as though they were talking about Draco, and sometimes, they were even screaming and shrieking at each other and their shouts would wake him up in the early hours of the morning.

Draco know approached the broad main staircase, it resembled the marble one in Hogwarts that lead to the Great hall, but it wasn't made of marble, but of wood instead. Draco stared down the stairs. Today he didn't feel like walking down the three floors to get to the ground floor. So he decided to slide down the banister.

He discovered this method when he was about eight years old and when he had much curiosity in him, but alas, he was caught by his mother who had scolded him for his actions. He even remembered her moaning on and on about him scratching up and woodwork or something and that their old house elf, Dobby, would have to polish out the marks all day since house elves have no magic in them at all.

As Draco slid down the banister, he started to pick up speed between the third and second floor, he felt the wind blow against his face and rustling his hair. He was now on the passing the first floor, he was moving faster and faster and faster, he closed his eyes and the air moved past his face making it burn slightly and then-

SLAM!

Draco forgot to open his eyes and he had slid right off the banister and onto the floor of the entrance hall, his face implanted into a red carpet.

"Draco!" barked the same dark deep male voice he had heard this morning, but know there was anger in it. "GET UP!" Draco lifted his face from the floor to see a pair of legs standing right in front of him, immediately knowing this was he father he sprang up, and suddenly his father seized his right arm, wrapping his fingers tightly around his wrist, but it didn't hurt that much.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE A TOLD YOU NOT TO RIDE THE BANISTER?!" hissed his father. Draco didn't respond, hoping his father would let go of his arm. "WELL?!" he spat louder.

"This will be the last time I ever ride the banister, father." Mumbled Draco staring at his feet.

"Good." Snapped Lucius as he pushed Draco's wrist away from him and started walking briskly up the stairs.

Draco heavily sighed as he looked around the vast entrance hall. There was barley anything important in this room. A very large antique coat hanger for all the guests to marvel at when they placed their cloaks and hats on it, and maybe a few portraits of some important people in the family, but weren't very important to Draco.

"Draco dearest!" he heard a superior feminine voice call. His mum. He heard her from the dining hall, or kitchen, he couldn't tell which.

"Coming mum." He called as he made he way to the door that led to the living room, then the dining hall, and the only door on the left wall was to the kitchen.

As he entered the living room, it seemed cozier from the rest of the rooms in the house. There were shelves on the walls with odd types of trinkets on them and their were actually some family photos of when Draco and his family up to the age of when Draco was about nine.

He glanced quickly at all the family pictures, waving and smiling happily at him. But most of his attention was on his mother's and father's wedding photo, the two smiling and giggling with each other and then his mum throwing cake into his fathers face and then laughing hysterically and kissing, and it replayed over and over again.

Now why couldn't his father act like that around his mum anymore, maybe if it did he would be happy again, and maybe help Draco with some Quidditch tips, and maybe even stop being angry all of the time.

Draco was now entering the dining hall. Quite similar to the entrance hall, but longer and a bit less lit. There was a long table for when the family had parties, almost the same as one of the tables in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, but in his opinion, more elegant.

At the end of the long wooden table sat his mother eating porridge and reading the 'Daily Prophet'

"You called?" Draco said politely approaching his mother.

"Yes, Draco, I was just wondering if you were going anywhere today." She said in her usual superior voice, not looking up from her newspaper.

"Uh, yes mum, I think I'll go to Pasny's house, we had made some plans on the train home yesterday." Draco said biting his bottom lip. But Draco really wasn't intending on going Pansy Parkinson's house, in fact, he despised her, with her annoying shrieking laugh and it felt like she was always stalking him around. He also hated Crabbe and he hated Goyle. They were both dunderheads and all they really did was grunt, eat, and sleep, not a very fun bunch if you asked him. Instead, he was planning on going to Diagon Ally where maybe he could buy himself something, the only reason why he lied to his mother this was because she never let him go to Diagon Ally himself, only with one of his 'friends'.

"Ah. Pasny!" Draco's mum said placing the 'Daily Prophet neatly in front of her. "She's such a nice girl! Aren't you two dating?" His mother smiled sweetly up at Draco from her seat.

"Um...yeah, well, no not really, but I was going to go to her house to you know, ask her...um, out." Draco faltered hoping his mother was going to buy it.

Narcissa made a sort of squeal of joy and said "OH DRACO! Tell me everything when you get back!"

"Um, yeah, ok mum." Draco said. But even if he were going to ask Pansy out, he wouldn't tell his mother all the details anyway. "Bye mum."

"Bye Bye Draco Dearest!" She called after him as he headed towards the kitchen, where he was going to grab something light for breakfast.

"Master Draco!" squeaked Twiggy as Draco entered the small room. The house elf sprang off his chair and bowed at Draco's feet. "What can Twiggy do for Master Draco this morning?" he chirped bowing again.

"Just a slice of-" but before he could finish Twiggy was

"Twiggy will whip up some waffles or maybe, maybe some hot cakes and a nice side plate of bacon or maybe some eggs and French Toast with a side of scrapple or-" Twiggy huffed running around the kitchen lighting the stove and washing his hands under the sink at the same time.

"No- Twiggy- NO! TWIGGY STOP! STOP!" Draco screamed grabbing Twiggy by the back of his pillowcase he was wearing and held him about a foot from the ground. "A slice of toast is fine." Draco said kindly placing Twiggy down on the floor lightly.

"How many shall Twiggy toast?!" Twiggy asked, his bright glassy blue eyes staring up at Draco. "Two? Five? Twelve? Thirtyf-"

"Just one Twiggy." Said Draco to the house elf. Twiggy nodded and started bustling around the kitchen to get his toast.

Draco sighed and sat down at the kitchen table in the only seat there. He remembered when his family used to eat there, but now they ate in the dining hall and usually never together. But when they did eat together they ate their meals in silence.

Draco propped his head up by his hand and stared out the window to his right. The rain pattered against the window loudly and it soothed Draco in a way. He closed his eyes for about a minute and then Twiggy shriek, "MASTER DRACO! YOUR TOAST IS DONE!" Draco's eye fluttered open and he saw the toast flying across the kitchen.

The toast landing right in front of Draco on the table. He looked at it for a second before saying thank you to Twiggy then shoved it into his mouth.

He quickly sprinted out of the kitchen and into the hallway, passing his mum in the dining hall that was still eating and reading.

As he approached the staircase he looked up at it sadly. He would have to climb his way up three floors to get to his room. He hated this. He once tried apperating last night when he had gotten home from Hogwarts, but he almost landed right on his father and he was told never to do it again, and only when he wasn't a member of this house anymore.

So he trekked up the stairs, down the hall and then to his room all in about five minutes, he quickly threw on some socks, shoes, a nicer shirt, and his cloak. Then he walked over to the fireplace that he had in his room, grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the glass vase, stepped into the fireplace and screamed "DIAGON ALLEY!"

He felt swiped up from his fireplace in his room and swirling around and around and then he hit the ground. He was not very used to using Floo powder and hadn't yet got the feel of landing, and unfortunately he fell on the hard wood floor of the Leaky Cauldron in front of everyone. He was just hoping that no one saw him.

As Draco landed on his stomach on the floor he saw a pair of feet and legs right in front of his nose.

"Sorry" mumbled immediately not even knowing who's feet they were, but when he looked up he was staring into the face of Ginny Weasley. There was an expressionless look on her face and it made him freeze, as if it was only he and she in the world, and nothing else mattered. It was her eyes, that's what it was, her bright emerald green eyes were mesmerizing him. Draco tried to look away and get him self up, but he couldn't her eyes had something unique about them.

"Well?" She said. "Are you getting up or not?" she didn't exactly say is so rudely as he thought she would.

"Um- yeah." He said quietly getting up and moving past her and out of the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley in the pouring rain.

It was raining heavily outside, and it got him drenched in a minute but he didn't really mind, it actually seemed very pleasant to him. The cool rain felt wonderful on this face, especially since the cut under his eye was irritating him from the humid air in the Leaky Cauldron.

Draco wandering around the deserted streets aimlessly for about fifteen minutes. He didn't know where to go. At first he thought about going into Knockturn Alley since he was only in there with his father and was forbidden to go in alone. And even if he were to sneak into it, it wouldn't be fun because doing trouble like that is only fun when you have a friend to come along too, and right now, he really didn't have any friends.

His stomach growled loudly, hearing it over the pouring rain. Maybe he'd have something to eat, like ice cream, he hadn't had that for a while. So he sauntered down the alley to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

As Draco entered the shop a bell chimed telling the shopkeeper that a customer entered the store.

He looked around the small café to see all of the table unoccupied, except one...one table had Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron and Ginny Weasley sitting at it talking and eating their ice cream. Hermione and Ron on one side and Ginny and Harry on the other talking and laughing, but when Hermione caught a glimpse of him she immediately stopped laughing and glared.

"Oh look, it's Malfoy." He heard Hermione growl. Draco ignored her, went up to the counter and asked the old and short witch shopkeeper what he wanted, and as she bustled off to get it Draco tried to eavesdrop into this Gyffindor's conversation.

"Are Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson dating?" Ginny asked her friends.

"Who really cares?" Ron spat. "I bet they are though, they seem so perfect together." Draco had a small urge to turn around and scream at Ron, but didn't, trying to hold in his anger.

"Speaking of dating, aren't you two going out?" Harry asked. He heard Hermione giggle.

"Yup, me and 'Mione are a couple!" Ron said happily.

GAG. Hermione and Ron a couple? Figures, the Weasley's were always a mudblood loving family.

"Here's your ice cream cone, sweetheart." The old witch said passing the ice cream cone over the counter and into Draco's hands. Draco put a few silver coins into her hands and walked over to a table a few tables over from where the Gryffindor's were sitting.

"When did you guys get together?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione, now Draco could see what was going on, since he didn't have his back facing them.

"Ron asked me out right after we got off the train last night." Hermione grinned. Ron stared down at Hermione, and very slowly their faces became closer and closer until they were kissing.

"OH COME ON I DON'T NEED TO SEE THAT!" Draco bellowed at the two disgusted. Hermione and Ron backed away from one another and glared at Draco with a raging look in their eyes.

"Then why don't you sit over there?" Harry spat pointing to the opposite side of the room. He watched Ginny sigh sadly and prop her head up with her hand and stare at the fight, not trying to have any say whatsoever.

"I can sit any where I please!" Draco snapped. "Maybe if you don't want to sit around me, you can pick your fat arse up and move yourself!"

"We were here first so maybe you should move your arse!" Hermione hissed.

"Oh please do shut up you mudblood!" Draco sighed, Hermione started to get up from her seat to defend herself but Ron sprang up before her, leaped over to Draco's table and glared coldly down at him.

"Get up." He spat. Draco stared up at Ron and laughed.

"No!"

"GET UP!" Screamed Ron pulling Draco up from his shirt collar.

"Bastard!" Draco said shoving Ron in the shoulder. He heard Hermione give a small scream.

"Don't EVER call her mudblood, you do, and die!" Ron screamed. Draco fell silent. And then it happened, he couldn't control his tongue, and then he said it, "Why shouldn't I call her a mudblood, that's what she is anyway."

BAM! It all happened so fast, he was lying on the ground confused staring up at Ron who seemed angry as Hell. Ron had shoved him onto to the floor, and Draco was not standing for a Weasley beating him up.

Draco jumped up with rage and punched Ron in the stomach, Ron staggered back a bit. Draco hoped he would fall, but Ron unfortunately, found his balance. The whimpers of Hermione were extremely audible now.

"BOYS!" screeched the shopkeeper. "NO ONE SHALL MUGGLE DUEL IN MY PARLOR! OUT! OUT! ALL OF YOU!"

And suddenly, Ron had grabbed Draco's shirt collar and started dragging him out of the store and into the pouring rain.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING, RON!?" Draco heard Hermione wail behind them, and Harry had started to say something but his voice faded as the two entered the pouring rain combating, punching, shoving, and throwing.

The other three must have now been outside with them because over the rain Draco heard Harry screaming and swearing at the two to stop and Hermione wailing. But nothing from Ginny, but he knew she was there because he caught a glimpse of her radiant red hair.

And finally, Draco made his last move, he swept his wand from his pocket and screamed the first spell that came to mind, "Expelliramus!"

Even though this was the disarming curse and Ron did not have a wand, he was still blasted across the cobblestone road and into a bunch of trashcans.

"OH MY GOD!" Hermione shrieked dashing towards Ron's side.

"YOU BASTARD!" Harry screamed at Draco over the rain. "THAT WASN'T FAIR!"

"Life isn't fair, Potter, get used to it." Draco spat.

"Just shove off Malfoy." Said Ginny, her first line in the whole fight.

"No." Draco said grinning at Ginny. She was still glaring at him, her emerald eyes and red hair standing out in the rain.

"Just back off."

"Make me."

And that was the final straw for Ginny Weasley, she took both hand, grabbed Draco's shoulders and shoved him against the outside of a shop window. He didn't get hurt but it surprised him that she was grabbing onto his shoulders tightly, her body close to his, and glaring at him, not moving at all whatsoever. In silence he watched the rain drip from her forehead to her noes and fall.

"geroff me!" Draco growled, but Ginny didn't move.

"GET OFF ME!" Draco repeated more loudly and started trying to break free from her grip without hurting her, he didn't know why he didn't. She was a Gryffindor and he was supposed to not to care for them. It was until Harry had to pull Ginny away from Draco did she move.

"Looks like all Weasley's like to start fights." Draco growled.

"DO YOU GET WHAT SHOVE OFF MEANS!?" Ginny bellowed.

"Ginny come on, were going to take Ron into his room to get him cleaned." Harry said tugging Ginny's left arm.

"Go without me, I'm talking."

"But-" Hermione started wiped rain and tears from her face with her only free hand because she was supporting Ron with her other arm.

"GO!"

So the trio left leaving Ginny and Draco behind in silence.

"What's your problem?" Draco muttered squinting his eyes angrily at Ginny.

"I don't know, what's yours?" Ginny asked folding her arms.

"DRACO!" Barked a familiar deep dark voice over the rain. His heart suddenly felt as though it at stopped. It was Lucius's voice. Draco did think of running, but he had seemed to freeze right there in the middle of Diagon Alley, standing with Ginny Weasley in the rain, soaking wet.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"I-I d-don't know." Draco whispered quietly. He didn't dare to turn around and look at his father. He couldn't he was afraid.

"LOOK AT ME!" Lucius snarled to Draco. No, he couldn't, he knew something bad would happen. "LOOK AT ME DRACO!" he repeated.

"I-." But Draco had no time to say anything more he felt a strong force on his back, making him fall forwards onto the cobblestone road into a puddle, scraping his face. He heard himself whimper loudly with fear.

"YOUR MOTHER TOLD ME YOU WERE AT PARKINSONS HOUSE, AND I FIND YOU HERE PICKING A FIGHT WITH THE WEASLEY'S DAUGHTER?" his father screamed. Draco tried not to let Ginny see him sobbing into his arm. "I'll speak with you at home." Lucius spat walking off quickly.

"Um...Malfoy?" said Ginny in a concerning tone. He felt her delicate hand on his shoulder, it felt wonderful for that split second, to have someone who hated him for her whole life actually acted like a friend...