Drastic Changes by The Queen of the Pugs
Ginny grinned wickedly as she walked away from her brother. He had actually believed that she was going to go and talk to Draco Malfoy about being more than friends. Hardly, she thought, rolling her eyes. Ron could be so gullible sometimes, it really was sad. She was glad, however, that he had come to apologize to her for being so mean about finding out that she was the Moon Goddess. Really, must he be so childish?
Oh, and teasing him is the adult thing to do, too, a voice said cruelly in her head. It was just a little fun, she reasoned. Wait a minute, what am I doing? Talking to myself? I hope that isn't one of my 'new' powers that Jamie was talking about earlier. That reminds me: what kind of powers will I be receiving soon? Well, no time for thinking about that just yet, because I need to worry about the O.W.L.s coming up soon, or I'm going to fail, and mum will kill me.
Instead of enjoying the fresh air and listening to all the thoughts rolling round in her head, Ginny opted to go to the library for some real studying. She really needed to do well on the O.W.L.s that were coming, or her mum would be aggravated with her. And besides, with a few, good hard hours of studying, she might be able to listen to her thoughts and sort them out a little bit.

Ginny trudged to dinner, eyes heavy from hours and hours of studying. She collapsed into a seat between Hermione and Ron. Harry sat on the other side of Ron, and Seamus sat beside Harry. Ginny piled food onto her plate and began eating.
"Where have you been?" Ron demanded of his little sister. "You just...sauntered off."
"Ron, please," Ginny said, rolling her eyes, "drop the 'Ginny-doesn't- date' thingy that you're on. I'm fifteen and perfectly capable of handling myself, thank you. Plus, I'm the Moon Goddess and apparently, I am going to be getting some new powers soon, and then I can definitely take care of myself."
Ron frowned into his mashed potatoes. What kind of new powers? he wondered. How come she never mentioned them to me? She never talks to me anymore, although that's probably partly because I always tease her or scold her about something.
Suddenly, someone yelled across the hall, "Food fight!" and a handful of spaghetti flew through the air and landed between Ginny and Hermione, who both squealed as tomato sauce splashed onto their robes. Soon everyone was gathering things off of their plates and throwing them in random directions. Well, Hermione didn't throw anything. She kept trying to stop the fight, and then eventually gave up and crawled beneath the Gryffindor table in an attempt to stay somewhat clean.
As soon as the fight started, Ginny quickly ran out of the Great Hall and outside to the lake. She didn't want to have food sticking in her hair for weeks on end.
"Ewww," she whined as she began to brush herself off. She smoothed out her hair to find a large blob of mashed potatoes in it. "This is so disgusting," she complained as she began to try and pick it out. She used the lake as a type of mirror, looking at her reflection to try and see where the blob was and take it out. But she didn't see herself, exactly.
What she did see was a little boy with the weirdest hair she had ever seen in her life. It was whitish-blond with a halo of red that started just above his temples and went all the way around his head. He couldn't be more than two years old, Ginny thought. He was playing on the floor of what looked like an office building. He was sitting in a box and making all sorts of noises, pretending to make it a rocket ship and a car, Ginny recognized from Muggle Studies.
"Emmeritt, please, honey, mummy's trying to work," someone said somewhere above the child's head. He looked up and smiled at a woman with bright red hair and bluish-green eyes. She was sitting at a desk with a pile of parchment sitting directly in front of her. Oh, my, Ginny thought, that's me! The older Ginny patted the little boy---Emmeritt, the younger Ginny reminded herself---and went back to reading a piece of parchment that was in her other hand.
"Where's daddy, mum?" Emmeritt asked his mummy. That's my son, Ginny thought wildly. How could she be seeing all of this? This must be the future. "He's never around anymore. I miss him. He never plays with me."
"Oh, Emmeritt," Older Ginny sighed, picking her son up out of the box and hugging him close to her. "Daddy has to work a lot, and he's usually very tired when he comes home, and he can't play with you. But I play with you, and Jamie plays with you, and so does Edward and Peachy."
"But Peachy and Edward are older than I am, and so is Jamie. I someone my own age to play with me." Emmeritt pouted, and Older Ginny smiled sadly.
"Daddy's older than you are, too, sweetheart," she pointed out and Emmeritt gave her an annoyed look. "I'm sorry, Emmeritt, but daddy is very busy lately. Maybe you could get him to play with you tonight, all right? Now, mummy's really got to get this work done for Auntie Hermione, or else we'll both be working late, okay?" She set her son back down in his box to play.
The image faded away, leaving Ginny with quite a few questions of her own to ask. Like: Who was her son's father, and why was he so busy? Was she going to be a secretary for Hermione? It seemed like it. And since when was it Auntie Hermione? That must mean that Hermione had married one of Ginny's brothers, but which one? Probably Ron, because they seemed to like each other anyway.
Another image formed within the water, and Ginny was eager to see if this one would answer some of her questions from the last image.
"It's not far to him, and you know it," the Older Ginny whispered harshly to a blond haired man that stood in front of her. "He misses his father, Draco, and so do I." Draco? That's who her future son's daddy was? Draco Malfoy? That meant that Ginny was going to become a Malfoy! She shuddered at that thought.
"I know that you're upset, Ginny, but my boss is really stressing us to work harder," Draco answered, obviously trying to calm his wife's redheaded temper. "I'm trying to support you guys, and you know that."
"I don't care what you're trying to do, honestly," she replied coolly. "Emmeritt needs his daddy to be around sometimes! I feel like I'm raising him by myself. If it weren't for Jamie, Hermione and Ron helping me with him, I don't know what I would do. I know work is important to you, but you have to decide which is more important: your job or your family. I can't keep making excuses as to why you never play with our son anymore. I can't keep lying to him, and Draco, I won't keep it up. You can start telling your son that you're too busy to play with him." With that, Older Ginny turned her back on Older Draco, and the image disappeared once again.
Ginny sat on her knees, rubbing her face with her hands. Why had she seen those pictures in the water? Was it a sign from the Gods? Or was it a new power of hers? One thing was clear: No matter how far into the future those pictures were from, she knew that she and Draco would always have problems with expressing their feelings to each other.

Me: A big hello to all of my loyal reviewers! I would firstly like to say that I am SO sorry for not updating on here in a while. I recently broke three bones in my foot, it was swollen really, really badly so I couldn't get off the chair in my living room, let alone sit at the computer long enough to write another chapter. But, my foot is feeling a lot better, and I can walk short distances on it, though I still need my crutches to get around school. Anyway, please review, because I love hearing/reading what all of you guys have to say about my story. Well, I'm going to go and rest for a while because my foot is swelling up again, but I shall write another chapter soon...I hope.