Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's ideas but everything else is mine!
A/N: This is my first fic ever so be nice! Please R&R!
Summary: Draco Malfoy stumbles upon Ginny Weasley and for once in his life is speechless...
WARNING! Do not read this if you have not read OotP and plan on doing so.
She looked into the mirror half satisfied. After all, who was she trying to impress? Her brothers? At this thought she smirked and headed down to breakfast where her mother was once again threatening to throw it out if she didn't get down there.
'It's nice at The Burrow,' thought Ginny. 'Even if we are in the middle of a war with Voldemort, it's somehow peaceful here. Especially without Harry.' Ginny had spent enough time obsessing over him and a few weeks away from her former love would be good for her.
Harry was spending some time alone at Number Twelve Grimwauld Place reflecting on the recent death of his godfather. Depression was slowly sinking in and he wondered if he would ever feel whole again.
The Dursleys had been more than happy to let him leave when Remus Lupin showed up the day before Harry's birthday. Their "hospitality" could be due to the fact that Lupin was pointing his wand directly at Mr. Dursley's head when he politely asked if he could take Harry for the rest of the summer. After all, he wasn't about to let Harry spend his sixteenth at his aunt and uncle's house.
Harry found himself wandering through the house quite often, and, coincidentally, frequently bumping into Kreacher performing more errands for Mrs. Black's portrait which was still permanently stuck to the wall. No one had bothered much with cleaning, they figured everyone could use a break in light of recent events (i.e. the incident in the Department of Mysteries).
Draco found himself staring at another monotonous summer alone. His father was of course away on a "business trip" and his mother spent her days with her head in the fireplace. So Draco was free to roam about the place immersed in his thoughts.
However, Draco soon enough became dissatisfied with his thoughts. 'It's ridiculous to be thinking of her. The Dark Lord needs me now more than ever and I would do well to leave my love life out of this mess.' But still he could not shake the image of Dite (pronounced dI-tee) out of his head.
A/N: I know very short and too many POVs but go review anyway! I'll try to update soon but finals are coming up!