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A/N: I am so sorry for the long delay! I will be better next time, I swear!

Chapter Six

"Bye Ginny, by Agatha!" Caroline called from the door. Caroline and Greg were going to be gone for the day but they would be back tomorrow.

"By grandma!" Agatha called back

"What are we going to do today?" Ginny asked Agatha once Caroline was out the door.

"Let's play hide and seek!"

"Okay, why don't you go hide and I'll count to a hundred."

"Can Draco play too?"

"That's up to him, why don't you ask him?"

"Draco, will you play with us?"

"Sure" Draco said languidly.

"Draco is gonna count to a hundred, I want you to hide with me Ginny,"

Ginny took Agatha's hand and said, "Alright, let's go find a really good hiding place."

"Yay!"

Draco started counting and soon reached one hundred. "Ready or not, here I come!"

Ginny couldn't help but stifle a laugh to hear Draco utter those words that were normally associated with dirty seven-year-olds and their babysitters. Here was a sophisticated pureblood wizard playing hide and go seek with his five year old cousin. Somehow she knew that no one back at Hogwarts would believe her if she told them that she had played hide and go seek with Draco Malfoy.

Draco found them beneath the dining room table. Agatha shrieked and laughed, "It doesn't count you have to tag me first!"

Draco started chasing her around the room, which was an enormously hilarious sight for Ginny to witness. Draco took out his wand and was about to playfully perform a light tickling spell on her. Agatha saw the wand and jumped on Draco's back with her arms around his neck so he couldn't reach her with his wand. Draco and Agatha were both laughing hysterically. Agatha grabbed Draco's wand from his hand, slid down from his back and started running hoping to make a clean break to the door. No such luck. Draco ran up to her, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. She then proceeded to pound on his back; his wand still clenched in her fist.

Draco let her down from his back. Agatha, grinning from ear to ear then started to again run towards the door except she missed the door and ran straight into the wall. She lay on the floor sobbing with Draco's broken wand next to her.

Ginny ran to her and said, "Are you okay?" Agatha shook her head. "What hurts?" Agatha pointed to her nose.

"It's just a bruise," Draco said. "Can I use your wand?" he asked Ginny, looking in dismay at the fragmented pieces of his. Ginny handed him her wand. Draco healed the bruise with a few muttered spells. Draco looked at a vase that had somehow been broken in Agatha's collision with the wall. "Repairo" Draco said. Just as he muttered these words a violent force threw him face first into the wall. Draco backed from the wall and then looked at Ginny's wand, which was now in the same state as his.

"Great," Ginny said. Agatha stopped crying hysterically and chose to whimper instead. Ginny helped Agatha to her feet and went to the kitchen to clean the little bit of blood that was still coming out of her nose. Draco followed them to the kitchen. The servants cleaned both Agatha and Draco up with a spell but Agatha's nose still hurt.

"Why did my wand break? All you did was repair a vase." Ginny said to Draco.

"You're not supposed to use other peoples wands and if you do there is a chance that they'll backfire."

"And I'm not allowed to use magic during summer but you are so you had to use my wand," Ginny finished for him.

"Exactly"

"What do you want to do Agatha?" Ginny asked the little girl next to her.

"Can we play checkers?"

"Alright" Ginny got out the board and set up the pieces. They both sat down on the floor and Draco was about to leave when Agatha said, "I change my mind I want you both to read me a story." Ginny sighed inwardly and put away the checkerboard and told Agatha to get a book that she wanted to read.

Draco and Ginny were alone for a few minutes. It was rather awkward. They usually had Agatha with them to make them feel comfortable. Just then an owl tapped on the window. Draco got up and let it in, thankful for the distraction from the impending silence.

"It's for you," he said and threw the letter and a corresponding package on her lap.

Ginny recognized the script immediately. She squealed and opened her mother's letter.

Ginny,

Hey darling, how are you doing? Is little Agatha a sweet girl? I heard from Hermione that you are staying with Draco Malfoy's grandparents. Honey, are they treating you all right? Because if they aren't, the things your father would do to them… Anyway, just write me back and tell me how you're being treated. You never know with Malfoys. Don't worry about me, Arthur won't let any of the women or anyone below eighteen do anything dangerous. (Except Harry of course, I just feel for that boy with so much weight on his poor little shoulders!) So Ron, Hermione, me and all of your school friends are in no danger, we're mostly doing small but vital things to help out Dumbledore. But do write to Bill and Charlie, no one will tell me exactly what they are doing but I know it must be dangerous so just send them your love and maybe some of those ginger cookies that you make so well, I know they'd love those along with your letter. Well I have to go sweetie, but do make sure you write us back, all of us here are dying for some news of the outside world.

Lots of Love,

Mum

Hey Gin,

I decided to enclose my own letter in here with your mum's. It's really hectic over here but things haven't been that rough. Like your mum said, we've been doing small things here and there. Ron is really upset because he wanted to go on the "big mission" as he calls it, with Harry and Mr. Weasley. Don't tell him this but I'm glad he's not gone, I want him where I can keep my eye on him! I know you wrote to Ron and told him that you are now taking guitar lessons from him, let me be the first one to tell you, that is so weird. A Malfoy giving a Weasley guitar lessons. I never thought I'd see the day, I can't believe your last letter, "He's not that bad" yeah right Gin, he's not that bad my arse. Anyway, I have enclosed some easy guitar music that my mum used when she tried to teach me guitar last summer, let me just tell you, I was terrible and I was so upset because I'm good at everything but I really stunk so hopefully you're better than me. The Beatles are my mum's favorite band so there is a big easy guitar book of a bunch of their songs. Enjoy!

Love,

Hermione

Ginny folded the letters back up with a smile and opened the package that Draco had thrown on her lap. There were a few pages of sheet music from bands that she didn't know, The Beatles book that Hermione had spoken of and a big book of  children's songs.. Ginny picked them up with delight. She was perusing through them when Agatha came back carrying about fifteen different books. Ginny put her new guitar music back in the box they had come in and looked at Agatha with amusement. The package and the letters had restored her good nature.

"Which one do you want to read first?"

"This one," Agatha handed Ginny a book entitled, "The Duck Who Couldn't Swim"

Agatha directed Ginny and Draco to sit on the couch and then she jumped up and sat in-between them. She held the book open and turned the pages as she instructed Draco and Ginny in turn to read aloud.

Caroline and Greg returned home just as they were starting their third book and Ginny's voice was starting to get hoarse.

The rest of the evening passed in peace with a recitation of the demise of Ginny and Draco's wands to Greg and Caroline at dinner.

***

Draco woke up to the sunlight streaming in his eyes. It was the first time in weeks that he hadn't been awoken by a little girl coming in and staring and poking at him until he woke up.

Draco groggily got out of bed and slowly got dressed. He went downstairs and realized it was eleven o'clock in the morning, he had no idea he had been that tired. He looked out the window and saw that it was a dreary summer day. The sky was gray and drizzling rain. He went out of his room to the kitchen to get something to eat. He was famished.

He entered the kitchen and saw to his surprise found Ginny cooking.

Ginny was feverishly baking up a storm. She had already made three batches of her gingersnap cookies and was starting on her fourth. She was still in her pajamas and she had been up since nine o'clock this morning.

Ginny snapped her head quickly around when she felt a cold hand on her arm. She watched in surprise as Draco pulled her tank top sleeve up to her shoulder from where it had fallen on her arm. Draco, seeming to realize what he had done quickly stepped back.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked pointing to all of the gingersnaps surrounding Ginny.

"I'm baking cookies for my brothers."

"Where's Agatha?"

"When I woke up this morning there was a note from Caroline. She said that she and Greg had taken Agatha out for the night. They would be back tomorrow morning."

"Where are the servants?" he asked seeming to notice for the first time that they were the only people there.

"Caroline gave them the day off since it was just the two of us."

"How are we going to eat? Neither of us have a working wand."

"Cook" Ginny said looking at Draco as if he were stupid. "Oh and that reminds me, Caroline also said in the note that she took both of our wands to go get them fixed today."

"I can't cook like a muggle!"

"Well I guess you can learn."

"How do you know how to cook without magic?"

"My mum taught me, she said that if anything should ever happen and I have no wand that I should know how to do a few things without magic."

"What are you, a Boyscout?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"What?" Ginny didn't understand.

"You know, their motto, 'always be prepared?'" Ginny gave him another blank look. He rolled his eyes and decided it wasn't worth explaining. "Nevermind, but I still don't understand the whole cookie thing, why are you making them again?"

Ginny plopped down on the kitchen floor a tear slowly making it's way down her cheek. "I don't know how else to help them. I'm so worried!" With that she put her head in her hands unaware that Draco was even still there and feeling very uncomfortable at the moment. He had never needed to comfort a crying girl before. Most girls stayed away from him and those who did hang around with him were all Slytherines with a no crying policy and he had never in all of his sixteen years, seen his mother cry. He was now at a total loss for words, what to do, what to do? Draco got his handkerchief, he got on his knees and lifted her head out of her hands while wiping her tears away. Neither of them said a thing as they both got up. He picked up a bowl and said, "I'm going to help you bake, what do you want me to do?"

Ginny was in shock. 'How can those hands, those Malfoy hands, be so gentle?' she thought.

"Stir the dough," she answered him belatedly.

After another hour of baking Ginny decided that six batches of gingersnaps was enough. Draco surveyed the boxes upon boxes of cookies they had made.

"I think we got a bit carried away," he told her with amusement.

"Maybe just a bit," she replied.

Draco whistled and an owl landed on his arm. "Isis," 'that must be the owl's name,' Ginny thought. "Isis, I want you to take this package," he started tying the package to her leg, "along with this letter," He put the letter that Ginny had written to her brother's in Isis' mouth, "to Bill and Charlie Weasley. This owl," he pointed to the owl that had brought the letter to Ginny, "will carry the package with you. Go on now!" he opened the window and let them fly away.

Since they had no wands, Draco and Ginny started cleaning up the kitchen the muggle way.

It was now noon, and both of them were famished after their frenzied ginger snap baking. Ginny made up two turkey sandwiches and cut up two apples for their lunch. Surprisingly enough, Draco didn't complain about the meager fare. In truth, Draco was rather puzzled. 'Why did Ginny care so much about her brothers?' he thought to himself. He couldn't even imagine caring about someone that much. They passed much of the day just reading quietly in the library.

All of a sudden Ginny got up from her chair in the library and without a word to Draco just left the room. Curious, Draco followed at a distance, not wanting Ginny to know that she was being followed. He stealthily followed her all the way to the other side of the house into one of the gardens in the backyard. She sat serenely on a bench and looked towards the cloud riddled sky. He came out from his hiding place and said, "What are you doing out here?"

"Just contemplating," she said demurely

"Contemplating what?"

"Oh, I don't know…everything, I suppose"

"It looks like it's going to rain,"

"Good, I love the rain,"

"Why?"

"Full of questions right now, aren't we Draco?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No"

"Then answer me,"

"I guess it just has sentimental value. When I was younger and not in Hogwarts yet, whenever it rained my mum and I would back cookies all day. My mom would always say 'the sky is crying' whenever I asked why it rained"

"Why would the sky cry?"

Ginny blushed, "My mum always said it was tears of joy because the sky could look down upon a person as beautiful as me…" she fumbled through the sentence hoping that he wouldn't make some biting reply of how she most definitely was not beautiful and how no one, not even the sky would cry over her so callled beauty, surprisingly enough, Draco made no such remark.

Draco decided not to tell Ginny what his parents used to tell him about the rain. They used to tell him that the gods were angry with each other and every time it rained a god was tortured and killed. Very morbid compared to Ginny's memories.

Ginny stood up and picked up a forget-me-not.

"Why do you pick up a forget-me-not when there are roses all around? Why pick such an insignificant flower when there are more beautiful flowers all around?" Draco asked her, very curious about her choice. Usually when people did things that he didn't understand he kept his questions to himself. He was always taught to not be open with other people but something about Ginny made him want to ask her things.

"Why do you call it insignificant?" she asked "I think it's the prettiest one of all," she replied with a smile.

Draco sat back and thought about what she had just said. He had never thought of forget-me-nots in that way. Something about their blue petals was stately and beautiful now that he thought about it. Forget-me-nots were so overshadowed by the other flowers that he rarely noticed them. Kind of like Ginny, she was so overshadowed by her family that he never even thought about her apart from being a Weasley, when really she was the "prettiest one of all." Draco shook his head. 'The prettiest one of all,' he scoffed, 'what am I thinking?'

Just as he was ending this series of thoughts, fat raindrops started to fall from the sky, Ginny let out a little shreik as a downpour of rain started pouring down upon them. They both ran back into the house, laughing at their misfortune.

A/N: So what do you think? I had so much trouble getting this chapter out, hence the reason it's so late! I am so sorry, I cannot believe that took two months! But a lot of stuff has been happening and I have been so busy! But I promise, the next chapter will take no more than a month. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I think the next chapter or the chapter after next will be the party. Review Review Review!!!!!!!!!