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Chapter One
It was then, just as "Quinn, Andrew!" was being Sorted that she first saw it. Draco Malfoy was distinctly looking at her from across the Great Hall. As far as she could see, it was not with his typical maliciousness, but somewhat inquisitive, as if she was a puzzle he could not figure out. He had certainly changed over the summer, with his blond hair allowed to grow longer and thin shoulders broadened. Malfoy was undeniably good-looking. And, Ginny had secretly been attracted to him for the past year, though she knew her brothers would kill Draco if given the chance to.
Ah, Ginny. A standard fire-tempered redhead with a vivacity he could not quite put his finger on. They were born enemies; though both pure-bloods, the Weasleys were not High Clan and tolerant of Muggles. Now free from his dead father's iron grip, he wasn't so sure that the old ways were the best ways. If Lucius Malfoy had survived, Draco would be facing an arranged marriage to some idiot like Pansy Parkinson and then life in the manor swimming in Galleons and bribing Cornelius Fudge. No, that wasn't what he wanted. His mother's love had showed Draco that gold could not buy everything. His father's cold manipulation had showed Draco that gold could buy just about anything he wanted. He knew who he trusted more. Draco Malfoy certainly had his work cut out for him.
The Malfoys had a reputation, and Draco had certainly lived up to it for all of the years Ginny had known him. But ever since his father had died at the hands of Aurors, Ginny sensed a change in him. Hopefully this change was for the better. Oh, but why did she love him? She did not know and kept it to herself and her best friend, Kara Fields, as they watched the progression of the new and subdued Draco Malfoy.