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A/N: Here are the answers to some of the questions that were asked: Yes, I know Percy's gone. She said he would just send the gift back. Remember how he did that with Molly's gift in OOtP? Percy's not dead as I recall, therefore he must simply still be estranged from the family. Unless he comes crawling back in the sixth book. Also, remember how large Ginny's family is. There was so much chaos that no one noticed. Oh! And I'm assuming that Lucius used his money to evade going to Azkaban. As for longer letters, well, I'm afraid that I've never been much of a letter writer and I'm honestly doing the best I can to make them long.

Can it be? Is it she?

Draco barely managed to hold back a whoop of joy. It was three days after Christmas and he had just received his letter from V. He tried to keep his face placid because he was in the library with his father.

"Who was it from Draco?" Lucius Malfoy asked without tearing his gaze from the Daily Prophet.

"Oh, just a friend," Draco responded disinterestedly. A friend who happens to like me.

"Well," Lucius said still looking at the paper, "could you possibly tell this friend to tell their bloody owl not to deliver this late?"

Draco took this request as a reason to leave. "Yes, I'll get right on it, Father." Rising from his chair, he quickly left the library. As soon as he was out of sight he ran for his room. Flinging himself onto his bed he let out a happy sigh. However, it wasn't long before his happiness dissipated as he realized the hopelessness of his situation.

We can't meet. She lives far from here and neither of us can apparate. The only way would either be by floo or brooms. It's much too far for brooms. I doubt Hogwarts is hooked up to the floo network in light of recent events. Drat these pessimistic thoughts of mine. I should be happy! No girl I've ever liked has ever returned the feelings before. There was Pansy but she was the only one with any feelings beyond disgust. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Draco got off his bed and sat at his desk. Drawing out a piece of parchment he began his reply to V.

Dear V,

Well, all I can say is "wow." I honestly never expected you to share my feelings. The only other girl who has ever liked me is, well, not desirable in any aspect. But you probably don't want to know about my love life. Um . . . I'm glad you liked your gift. I was worried you would think it too expensive and send it back. However, I assure you, money is no matter for me.

Anyway, how are you? How has your holiday break been? Mine's been all right, considering who my parents are. Thank you for the gifts, you did quite well picking out gifts considering that I never told you sugar quills are my favorite. Drat, my father's calling me. He doesn't know I'm writing you. If he knew I was participating in a program such as this he'd be livid. I'll write you more later.

Love, D

Ginny read D's latest letter and sighed. If his father didn't want him to do it why had he? And, if they both felt the same way, why did he remain anonymous? Ginny sighed again. She wanted to ask him right away, but didn't think it a good idea to send him another owl for a couple days. She was going back to Hogwarts tomorrow, but she didn't know when he would return to school. And the last thing I want is to send him something at the risk of getting him in trouble with his father.

With a sigh, Ginny added the letter to the bundle at the bottom of her trunk. She really needed to pack. Walking to her closet, she took the Firebolt out from behind her clothes and set it at the bottom of the trunk next to the letters. After that it was simply a matter of dumping everything inside and making sure the broom was covered in case someone opened it.

"Ginny!" her father called, "it's time for dinner!"

"Coming Dad!" With one last look around the room to make sure she hadn't missed anything, Ginny shut the trunk and joined her family in the kitchen.

It was a couple weeks before Draco finally received a reply from V. He had begun to wonder if she really did like him. Her letter put these worries to rest, however, it also presented some new problems.

Dear D,

I had a wonderful Christmas thank you. I'm sorry yours wasn't as grand as you would have liked. I'm glad to hear I bought your favorite, even if it was complete guesswork. I just bought you my favorite and hoped for the best!

My brother is such a git! He claims that despite the fact that Mum is going to allow me to try out for Quidditch next year, he is most certain I won't make the team! Honestly, where does he get off? Does he not recall how I helped our team last year by substituting for our seeker? Really! Who died and made him captain? Sorry to go off like tha,t but he's really been driving me crazy.

I have a question and I hope you don't mind my asking, but if your dad would be so against this then why did you sign up?

Love, V

Draco shook his head. What an idiot she must have for a brother. With a sigh, Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and began his reply.

Dear V,

The reason I'm doing this quill pal thing is because I want to be able to be myself. Considering who my father is, I have to put on an act for everyone as an insufferable git.

That's cool that we both have the same favorite treat. Um, so are you practicing to try out for Quidditch next year? How are things with your crush? (Well, I guess he's not your crush now is he?)

Yes, your brother is being a prat about it. But he's not nearly as bad as my father. True, Father doesn't get upset over silly little things like Quidditch but he was on my case all holiday. He never directly mentioned I,t but I know it has to do with my joining the family business. When will he open his eyes and realize I will never join him in his evil ways? Then again, maybe I don't want him to realize that because him finding out would only end with the death of me.

By the way, what happened to yoru seeker last year?

Love, D

Ginny looked around her happily and breathed in the crisp evening air. She had been back at Hogwarts for nearly a month and in that time she had not yet gotten a chance to fly her new broom. Either a team had been having quidditch practice or she hadn't been able to get away everyone. Finally, tonight she had managed to slip away just after dinner onto the quidditch pitch. Chloe and Amber had been too busy trying out make up charms to notice her leave and Jackson, well, Jackson never really noticed anything. Ron, Harry, and Hermione had all disappeared shortly after classes had ended. No doubt something involving You-Know-Who. Having reached the pitch, Ginny unwrapped the broom. (She had kept it wrapped so people wouldn't notice what brand it was. The last thing she needed was a comment from Malfoy about her having stolen it.)

She threw one leg over the gleaming broom and pushed off the ground. It was exhilarating being up in the air again. She hadn't been flying since summer holiday and that had been on an old Cleansweep that had been extremely temperamental. This was a whole new experience for her. She barely had to shift in order to make the broom turn. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the wind through her hair. Deciding to test the broom out she leaned forward and willed it to go as fast as possible. She was about to hit the hoops when she turned sharply and headed in the other direction. This broom is fantastic!

Finally, I lost those two idiots, Draco thought to himself in reference to Crabbe and Goyle. He had been trying to lose them and their stupid antics for the past half-hour. He had finally succeeded after dinner when they had been too busy loading their arms with dessert to notice him leave. Running down to the dormitory, he grabbed his broom and headed for the quidditch pitch. When he got there he was surprised to see someone else had had the same idea. The flash of red flying before him made it easy to tell that that someone was a Weasley. Getting on his broom, he kicked off and flew right in front of her. He watched in amusement as her face turned from one of joy to one of shock when she saw him rise right in front of her. Pulling back on the broom she stopped just inches away from him.

"Malfoy!" she screamed her face as red as her hair, "what in Merlin's name are you trying to do!"

Draco merely smirked and glanced at her broom. He raised his eyebrows in mild surprise upon seeing that it was a Firebolt. "Good God Weasley," he muttered, "what did you have to sell for that piece of work? Your soul?"

"Nothing, as if it's any of your business," she spat back. It was rather upsetting that the one thing she had been hoping to avoid. Malfoy was here and he was commenting on her broom. "You have a lot of room to talk when it comes to selling your soul," she added brusquely.

"Oh, you mean you stole it?" he sneered, ignoring her last comment.

"No," she said, clearly getting exasperated, "it was a gift."

"So your parents stole it," he wondered aloud, still smarting from her insinuation that he had sold his soul. As if she knew anything about him!

"NO!" she yelled, "my quill pal bought it for me. Now leave before I knock you off your broom."

"Tut, tut, Weasley, why should I leave?"

"Because I was here first!" Ginny screamed, her eyes flashing.

"All the more reason for you to leave. You've been here longer." He smirked.
Finally! She was reacting!

"That's real mature, Malfoy," by this time she had one hand inside her robes. Most likely clutching her wand.

"Oh and you're being mature about it?" he scoffed, his eyes watching her warily. He didn't want to end up on his back again. It would be a much longer fall this time.

"I am not having this conversation," she said. Giving him a good shove that caused him to roll over, Ginny flew down to the grass and practically ran back to the castle. Draco, on the other hand, sat on his broom high above the ground and smirked after her. His smirk faltered, however, as a thought occurred to him.

"Did she say her quill pal bought it for her?" he muttered to himself. While he may have been able to ignore all the other coincidences, this was too odd to simply brush off. After all, how many other people would have bought such an expensive gift for someone they only knew through letters?

"Stupid, bloody git. Thinks he knows everything. Well, I've got news for him. He doesn't know the half of it. Idiot bugger," Ginny muttered this to herself as she climbed up to Gryffindor tower. She continued to mutter as she hid her Firebolt. "Ingrate. Worthless piece of . . ."

"Ginny?"

Ginny jumped when she heard Chloe's voice. Shutting her trunk she stood and turned to face her friend. "Yes?"

"What are you muttering about?" Chloe was looking at her as though she were a nutter.

"Oh, oh nothing really. Just the usual Malfoy bashing," she replied.

"That stupid git bothering you again? I thought you were determined to not let him get to you."

"And I was," Ginny replied, "but he accused me of stealing!"

"Stealing? Stealing what?"

Ginny realized her mistake too late. No one, not even Chloe, knew about her broom. She didn't need Ron finding out about it. He'd be more adamant that she return it than her parents. He might even go to Dumbledore and insist that she be withdrawn from the quill pal program.

"About nothing in particular," she replied. "I'm going to bed," she added before Chloe could question her any further.

Draco leaned against the wall waiting for the fifth-year charms class to get out. When the door finally opened he searched the sea of students for red hair. He spotted her immediately. Quietly, he followed her until they were passing an empty classroom. He then reached out a hand and dragged her in. Closing the door, he turned to face her; making sure he was blocking the door.

"Malfoy!" she seethed, "How many times must I tell you to leave me alone?"

"What's your quill pal's name?" he asked without answering her question.

"Excuse me?" she said putting her hands on her hips.

"I said what's your . . ."

"I know what you said," she interrupted, "What I want to know is why are you asking me this?"

Draco sighed. This was going to be tougher than he had thought. "That doesn't matter," he said dismissing her question with a wave of his hand, "Just tell me the damn name."

Ginny glared at him, "It's none of your business."

"I don't care whose bloody business it is!" Draco said throwing his hands in the air, "just tell me the name or I won't let you out of here."

Ginny studied him for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know his name."

"Not even an initial?" he asked. She remained silent for a moment before pulling her wand out of her robes.

"Let me out or suffer the consequences," she hissed.

"For Merlin's sake Weasley!" Draco exclaimed, "I'm simply asking you to answer . . ." Before he had even finished what he was saying, Draco was on his back and Ginny was running out the door putting her wand in her bag as she did.

What is wrong with that boy? Why can't he simply leave me alone? And why did he want to know D's name? Was he going to try and torture him too? It sounds like something Malfoy would do. Ginny shook her head and walked into potions.

"You're late Miss Weasley," Snape said as she tried to sneak past him. Ginny looked up at him trying to hide her defiance.

"I'm sorry Professor Snape but . . ."

"Ten points from Gryffindor," he interrupted.

"But sir, it wasn't my . . ."

"Another five points," Snape hissed, "Now might I suggest taking a seat before you lose more house points?"

". . . fault," Ginny finished quietly as she sat next to Jackson.

"And the thing I don't understand is why he wanted to know so badly!" Ginny finished as she and Jackson worked on their sense-enhancing potion. Because it was a rather complicated potion Snape had had them pair up.

"Hmm . . ." Jackson replied.

"Hmm? What on earth is that supposed to mean?"

"Huh, what?" Jackson looked at her as though just realizing she was there (which was probably the case), "Oh, I was just wondering where I put the armadillo bile. Is that it?" He pointed to a small vial on the other side of Ginny.

Ginny rolled her eyes as she handed it to him. "Did you even listen to a word I just said?"

"Yes, you were complaining about Malfoy. Keep cutting those daisy roots."

Ginny did as she was told but didn't change the subject. "So what do you think?"

Jackson sighed impatiently, "Frankly Gin, I have no clue what Malfoy's up to. What I do know is that we've got twenty minutes left of class and we're only halfway through with this potion. Are you done with those roots yet?"

Ginny sighed and dumped the roots into the cauldron. What was Malfoy up to?

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