Boop. I'm HUNGRY. So here's the deal.

I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE ABOUT THEM EATING THEIR LITTLE TACO AND NACHO THINGS. BECAUSE, TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I LOVE TACOS AND NACHOS!! UNLESS YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO GO REALLY CRAZY AFTER I WRITE THAT PART BECAUSE OF MY HUNGER, I DON'T THING I WILL BE DOING THAT PART. THANKS.

Hey. Thanks for taking time to read this. I suggest you go off and read another fic which is probably like 10 times better.

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"Oh, will you just look at this place! It's incredible!" Ginny yelped as she flung herself onto the comfort of her bed. It was a fantasy, the perfect bedroom. Her hair got mixed into the deep red of the sheets, as she flung off her shoes and spread herself out. Her pillows were gold and her window curtains were a beautiful cream color. She stood in awe at her OWN desk. Back at the burrow, and being the only girl, she had her own room. It was cozy and homely, but it had only room for a bed and a small closet. Her desk was flawless, smooth wood with a crystal vase of white and red roses. She even had her own dresser, with a fancy mirror and a mass of elegant beauty products. For a while, she looked around for a closet. Everything was so perfect, just missing the closet.

"Oh, look! My wall is a mirror!" Ginny examined herself in the perfect bedroom in front of the sparkly clean mirror. She got closer until her nose gently touched the glass and vapor from her excited breathing was imprinted onto the mirror. Taking her sleeve, she tried to wipe it off, when the wall slid slightly to her left. She jumped up. Her wall moved? Very slowly, she opened the door until she came across a mini room.

Inside, there were white triangles with coats, jackets, sweaters and outerwear hanging from a pole on the wall. There were drawers full of shirts, tops, jeans, bottoms, skirts, and more clothes than she had ever owned in her life. In a separate drawer, there were accessories and socks, and a small delicate clay box. With curiosity, she opened the circular lid. Her eyes grew wide. There were more jewelry than her mother, her mother's mother and her mother's mother's mother combined!

"Well, we didn't really know your size, so we just bought anything that was my size. If it's too big, I can always reduce it right?" Rachel's voice appeared from her doorway. Ginny turned sharply.

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! This is so cool! I've never owned so many things like this in my entire life!"

She smiled. "It really wasn't a problem. It was nothing, really."

Ginny hugged Rachel, thanking her 10 times more. "Oh, what can I do to pay you back for all this clothes and jewelry? They must have cost you a fortune!"

Rachel sharply looked at her. "Look, Ginny. All this stuff, they were paid by the Order and Dumbledore. You know, every week you are here, you are getting paid, since you are doing something for the order. He did not tell you before because it is top secret. Every week, money is being deposited into your own bank account. Only Dumbledore, top Order members, and your parents know. So Ginny, you are not to tell anyone, get it?"

Ginny nodded slowly.

"Okay. Make sure that this is kept secret. Even Draco doesn't know."

Once again Ginny nodded.

"Good. Well, I hope you're ready for school because it starts the day after tomorrow. You think you can handle it?"

"Wait. What grade will I be in? Year six or seven?"

Rachel chuckled to herself. "Oh dear, I guess I have to get you totally used to this place. The U.S." She walked Ginny out and called for Draco. "I am going to make sure you guys know everything there is to know."

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"I am giving each of you a cell phone and you'll see, but I'm usually pretty busy after school, and you need to contact me. This is your phone number. Remember it like you remember your birthday. This is my number. It might take a while to remember, but put it in your phone book on your cell, and call me that way."

"Wait, what phone book?'

She tossed them both a copy of the phone manual. "Here's your first homework. Know your phone inside and out."

"Now, I have to know something. Would you guys feel more comfortable being the same grade level, or do you want to stay one year apart?" Rachel asked.

Draco and Ginny looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well, I don't know either, but in my opinion, I think you should be in the same grade. I'm a senior, and I think Draco, you're a senior by age too. But, we can always make minor adjustments and you could be a junior with Ginny or Ginny could be a senior. What do you want to do?"

They shrugged. They were just grasping the concept of seniors and juniors and sophomores and all the other classes. To them, they were all the same.

She laughed. "You guys aren't making my job any easier! Well, I think Ginny should move up right? Then you guys will be the same grade as me, and I can introduce you to some really nice people, right?"

Nodding, they muttered their new grade level. "Senior."

"Oh! Well, that settles it! Listen, I've got to run. Usually, I don't have cheer on Saturdays but championships are coming up and we've got to practice more. So, you know, make yourself comfortable, check the place out, and you know, just knock yourself out. I'll be home at like seven to eight, so if you're hungry, there's bread and some bananas. Help yourself!" she yelled over her shoulder as she rushed off in her cute cheer uniform.

The two teenagers stared after her. After about 10 minutes of just gazing at the door, they came back to life.

"So… what should we do?" Ginny pondered, plopping down on the couch.

"Let's shag." Draco said seductively, sliding down next to her. Ginny jumped up.

"I'm just kidding… no need to freak out or anything." He laughed. Ginny playfully smacked his arm. "But really, the first thing Blaise told me when I said that I was leaving to come her with you, he told me 'well, have a good lay.' They all expect me to do you as soon as we get some alone time, but don't worry. I don't have any thoughts about that… for now…" he smirked.

"Well, I bet you had all the bed time with Pansy anyway, before we came here. All I got from Harry was him stomping away from him." She said sadly.

There was a slight moment of silence. "So…"

"What to do?"

"I know. Let's read the handyphone's guide book." Draco suggested, flipping open his booklet.

"It's a HANDPHONE and your book is upside down."

"Oh, whatever."

Reading each section, they began dialing and adding tools onto their phone. After calling each other about 20 times, a tired Rachel slugged into the doorway. She nodded a bit and fell into the sofa.

"That was by far, the most tiring practice ever."

Nervously, Draco and Ginny just looked at her and each other. "Er… do you want… something to drink?" Rachel shook her head. "Book? Food?" She looked at them weakly. "Want to make your first dinner here?"

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"It's called the microwave. It heats up any type of food. But you have to time it, and make it certain warmness. For example, if you want to heat bread, you don't want to put it in for like a minute, but maybe a few seconds. There's boxed food in the freezer, which does the opposite of the microwave. Read the box and it'll tell you how much to cook it by. But they may always be inaccurate, so you guys have to heat it to the minimum and cook 10 second intervals until it is warm enough for you." Rachel slowly took out the frozen pizza. As she got ready to put it in the microwave, Draco stopped her.

"Wait." He took out his wand and muttered a charm. Instantly, the pizza was out of the box, on a plate, and hot and steamy to go.

Rachel couldn't help to suppress her grin. "That works too."

They sat down and began to eat. Ginny and Draco had never tasted something so wonderful before. There was melted cheese with fresh green peppers, onions and sweet tomato sauce. The meat was crispy and it blended in perfectly. As the got up from their satisfying meal, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Rachel hurried to the front door. There was the sound of the door opening, and whispers. There was a pause, and more rustling.

Soon, the visitor came into the kitchen.

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So there's the end of another boring and useless chapter. I'm used to pizza so I'm not as hungry as I would be. Yay!

And my legs are really sore. I wonder why.

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