Author's Note: I Hope you guys don't find this chapter to cliché… to much like every other typical story Ginny gets (can't gice it away) and then Draco falls in love, believe me. This is way more than your average DG story… I promise.. or try to promise... it's worth your while… Hope you guys Like it :D. Also Big Thanks and Hugs to LeftToWonder and BeatleBaby54, you're my first two reviewers and I posted this chapter before getting the 5 reviews just for you guys ;)

Just Because I Can't Breathe.

Chapter 1

The Luck of the Draw

Ginny always hated the first day of August. For three reasons; Hogwarts starts the next month, Harry and Hermione are to arrive (oh the joys), and it means she gets to become more invisible as everyone thinks about school. She flicked the lock of crimson hair from out of her eyes and she stared at the image reflecting in the mirror. She glared with chocolate eyes at what she saw… she always did.

The mirror wheezed gently from dust and age before cooing, "Dear don't get your self down. You look lovely as always."

Ginny stood up kicking the dresser with her foot before recoiling in pain and collapsing onto her bed.

Her eyes welled with tears, "Bloody hell."

The mirror cooed once more, "Swearing is not pretty on a lady miss."

Ginny turned to the mirror with her livid, tear filled gaze.

"Oh shut up!"

She snapped irritably. She heard her mother's booming yells from down stairs and rolled her eyes, Oh boy shopping, she thought annoyed.

She was just going to get a bunch of second hand crap anyway what was the point? Couldn't her mother pick out hideous clothes and books without her assistance? She sighed looking herself over once more in the cracked mirror beside her bed. She carried the famous Weasley hair but hers had seemed to become even more irrational as it changed to a vibrant crimson black. Her milky white skin made the light sprinkling of freckles across her nose stand out like a harsh tan line, how she loathed them. And then her chocolate brown eyes, after her body shape they had to be her favorite. They were the color of the sweetest Honey Dukes Chocolate, flicked with streaks of gold and banked in the widest and thickest fan of dark lashes. Then her favorite part, her body figure. She had a tiny waist although it was expected with her mere size of five feet. What she loved was the sheer perfect of it, (minus the white skin) was the muscle. What with giving seeker back to Harry and becoming a chaser on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and have to fight off her brothers she was toned. Her stomach was gorgeous.

The sad part was she didn't think so. She skipped over her good things to her flaws. She always had. To Ginny she would always be just bland and ordinary. She heard yet another raged scream from her mother, she rolled her eyes. He pulled on a pair of Charlie's old jeans (they were extremely baggy), one of Bill's old Weird Sisters rock concert T-shirts that oddly enough actually fit right. She flicked her hair into a low pony tail and scurried down the stairs. It was hard to realize how pretty you are, when you are still a caterpillar, if only she knew that she was going to come out of her cocoon... everything was about to change.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she braced herself for her mother's screeching for being so late. She halted an eyebrow raised at the lady sitting at the table, cameras were everywhere, and lights were flashing. They all turned to her, her mouth hanging open in shock and confusion. For a moment she wished she had of picked some nicer clothes. Her beaming mother scuttled towards her with a huge smile on her round glossy face. Her father stood of to the side running a hand throwing his thinning hair and fiddling with his glasses.

"Oh Gin-Bug isn't it wonderful!"

Ginny opened and closed her mouth numerous times before bluntly speaking, "Hun? What in bloody hell is going on?"

Ginny looked towards Ron, Harry and Hermione all of whom were beaming from ear to ear. Her mother scowled,

"Ginerva Elizabeth Weasley watch your tongue."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Sure Mum. Could you please…tell me why these people are in our kitchen?"

Molly beamed, "We won! Aren't you glad! We… The Weasleys… We won!"

Ginny's face twisted into a face that blandly said my mother's gone insane.

"The Daily Prophet Raffle! Can you imagine! Two wins from them. It's fantastic."

Ginny snapped her fingers in front of her mom's dazed face. Molly looked to her daughter, "Yes Sweetheart?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, was she the only one with any sense? "What did we win mom?" She nearly snapped, attempting to restrain herself from her disgust of her mother's joy. Didn't she realize her daughter was miserable? Ginny wanted to scream in her rosy beaming face. But she refrained.

Molly beamed, "That's the best part! A Manor! Money! Everything! We can start a new life. A better life."

Ginny's mouth dropped open. She felt dizzy from shock; they the red headed, freckled faced, extremely poor Weasley's were rich. Not just rich, filthy rich…Malfoy rich. Ginny couldn't help but let the grin creep onto her pretty face. She looked to the lady who rolled her eyes, fake blonde hair in flawless place, her acrylic nails drumming the table top disapprovingly as she gazed around the house in disgust.

She finally stood, "Not that I don't love this whole happy family moment junk, I really have a job to do."

She clicked her tongue arrogant look on her features. Ginny glared at her, the lady looked over her shoulder to the crew with her. She snapped her fingers and they ushered the Weasley's into a portrait. The lady turned towards the cameras, the man behind it croaked in a raspy voice, "3… 2… 1… Action."

The fake lady instantly snapped to a beaming Barbie. "Hello Folks, Brenda Blade here reporting. You all know of the annual Daily Prophet Raffle, Well I'm here with the Weasleys, who are now the proud owners or a brand new manor on 200 acres, and nearly 500 thousand galleons on prize money."

She had to pause as Molly squealed. "Now what'd you say we talk to the happy family?" She walked towards Ginny, "Hello Miss. May I ask your name?"

Ginny smirked, "Ginerva."

The lady smiled a smile so sickly sweet Ginny was waiting for her to crack, "What year are you in schooling? Do you attend Hogwarts? Have a boyfriend?"

Ginny frowned ready to snap at the lady before Molly sent her a livid glare, Ginny rolled her eyes, and "I am a 5th year at Hogwarts. I have neither boyfriend nor intentions of wanting one thank-you."

The blonde smiled, "Well there you have it folks another family satisfied by the working of the Daily Prophet. Buy your copy today!"

The camera grunted, "That's a rap!" The blonde sighed, "Oh thank god let's get out of here."

She stuffed the huge showy fake check in Mr. Weasley's nervous hands. "Here. Go to Gringotts they cash it. Have a nice life."

Then the entire camera crews disappeared in a waft of purple smoke. Ginny stood dumbfounded, "This is a dream."

Ron put an arm around her shoulders, "If it is Gin don't you dare wake me up." He was beaming and Ginny smiled slightly. Maybe things were going to get better.

Draco Malfoy sat in his living room of his Manor. He was smiling, well as well as a Malfoy could smile. To speak truth it looked more like a smirk gone wrong, his face looked ready to crack. How he loved being home without his father. He sat upright in the chair watching the brand new wizard wireless televisions the muggle some how had got before them. He flipped threw channels bored. He stopped mouth falling open in raw shock when he saw the Weasley's and Brenda Blade. He watched the exchange of the huge check and house deed. He was dying, this couldn't be true. The Weasley's… the scum that didn't deserve to be called purebloods were rich. They were as rich as he was! He nearly vomited. He raised one perfect eyebrow when he spotted Ginny talking to Brenda.

He smirked at the defiant and rage filled glint in her eyes, "Little Weaslette had grown up."

He hissed eyes devouring her tiny body lavishly. He grinned, and then sighed, "Ah if she wasn't a Weasley." He watched a moment longer before switching to a quidditch game. This year just got a whole lot more interesting.

For any other pureblood the Manor would have been quaint, or cozy. It was quickly poseesing the look of a cozy rich family… which was weird because to Ginny they were anything but. She read over the letters in her hand. They both were basically the same as always but one… It was decorated in the beautiful crest of a contorted pheonyx carrying the school crest in it's talons. It was the crest of the headmaster. She read it over and over to make sure it wasn't lying or a joke.

Dear Miss Ginevra Weasley,

Having the liberty of seeing you O.W.L practice test we had you do last year I have taken the choice along with your professors to put you in 6th year, I hope it to be a splendid and enjoyable challenge for you. So I suggest you prepare yourself to work hard and remember this is supposed to be fun for you. Also two more points I would like to address to you. Hogwarts will be having 3 exchange students in our midsts I wish you to be the one to show them the ropes the first few days, and finally you have been made a prefect, myself and Professor Mogonall have decided to place such trust in you for obvious reason. Thank you for your time and see you on September 1st.

Albus Dumbledore.

Ginny was still dumbfounded, she felt like she was going to pass out every time she looked around her new bedroom. It was the size of there last house. It was beautiful. The walls were a flawless ivory, her bed was huge red oak with black duvet and millions of pillows just how she loved it and her floor was a beautiful hard wood with mismatched throw rugs in bright colors. The last few days had been the best of her life, but today was the day she was excited for. Today she went shopping, and tomorrow Hogwarts! Ginny was going alone, it made her slightly nervous but she didn't really have friends. She could barely stand the Golden Trio for 4 seconds let alone an entire day. She pulled on old sweatpants of Fred's and a shirt with the logo for Weasley Wizard Wheezes on the front. She pulled her hair into a messy bun. Then grabbing her wallet thundered down the many flights of stairs. She entered the huge kitchen that had become her mother's favorite room. She neared the smallest of the many fireplaces (one in almost every room) she grabbed a handful of the floo powder, and tossed it into the flames.

The flames of the fire sparkled green and red, she watched amazed before she stepped into them yelling, "Diagon Alley."

She spun around and around in circles everything spinning. When she finally opened her eyes she knew were she was. She dusted herself off them wandered across the Leaky Cauldron. If her mother ever found out she wasn't actually meeting Luna heard she'd be killed. She exited in Diagon Alley eyes rapidly looking around.

She beamed, quickly walking towards Mr. Ollivander's. She entered and heard a tinkling of a bell. She gazed around the musty dark store. She looked around for the tiny, twitchy little man. She jumped when he popped up in front of her.

"Ah… Ms. Weasley. I wondered when I'd be seeing you. New money, your very own wand many other would be doing the same. Well let's get a move on shall we? We haven't got all day."

Ginny watched her shuffle threw the shelves wiping out boxes, upon boxes. She returned to her with the large stack precariously swaying.

He opened the first case with nimble fingers, "Mahogany and Dragon heartstring, give it a wave Miss."

Ginny waved the wand ducking a glass panel in the window shattered, the old man snatched it away quickly, "Always that panel, always. Here Timber and Raven feather…"

It went on that way threw many wands, twenty maybe thirty when they found it. "Willow and Unicorn tail hair, perfect for complex dark arts."

She felt the warm and magic as it tingled against her raw finger tips. Almost as if the wand itself was anticipating it. "Flouristio!"

Ginny smirked gently as she watched the flowers appear on the tiny man's desk. The man clapped his hands beaming, "That's the one! That's the one!"

He snatched it away, enclosing it in its own little case. He scuttled to the counter and ringed up the till. Ginny handed her money and he smiled down at her, "You shall do great things Miss. Do not discourage yourself."

Then he hurried back into the depths of his store. Ginny raised an eyebrow before happily walking back out into the warm summer sunshine.

She went from store to store spoiling herself drastically, though why not. She finally had the money to do so. She sighed weighed down by the many items she had purchased. She sat down at Fluorescence's ice cream parlor, happily stuffing down a strawberry peanut butter sundae. She gazed at her recent purchases, silk robes worthy of a princess or a Malfoy, new wand, cauldron, and her books for the school year. Then her favorite purchase, she peered deeply into the bars of the cage. Her eyes glittering mirthfully as the tiny creature inside mewed pitifully asking to be let out, she peered inside cooing to the little calico kitten inside. "You shall be Rome…"

She was cut short as a hand clapped over her eyes. She flailed wiping around eyes blazing. She raised an eyebrow in confusion at the sight of this girl. She had dirty blonde hair although seemingly she had tried to dye it black then tried to take it out. She had flicky bangs which dangled over one eye; the rest reached the base of her neck cut straight and blunt. Her eyes were beautiful, one a deep emerald gray the other a bluish green. She had a pretty smile, and yet in those beautiful eyes was a dark defiance, much like her own. Her skin was a dark tan and her body nearly as toned as Ginny's own. She seated herself down at the vacant chair across from her.

"Hi." She smiled, "I'm Teal… Teal Zeratori. Who are you?" The girl seemed friendly enough although Ginny was suspicious of her friendly demeanor; she had never seen her before.

"I'm Ginn… Ginevra Weasley." The girl nodded approvingly, "I'll call you Red. You're about my age eh? I'm 16, going to be a sixth year at Hogwarts, exchange student from Canada. You looked alone and I sure as heck don't have any friends here. Let's be friends. Me and you?"

Ginny smiled, she liked the girl's blunt and feisty attitude. It made her think of what she wanted to be. "Yah… want to shake on it?" She laughed, Teal smiled, "Let's."

The two girls shook hands, both surprisingly smiling. They sat there for a minute talking mindless dithering, boys, style, the odd things girls end up talking about. Then Teal stood up. "Let's go."

Ginny frowned, "Go where exactly? What are you talking about?"

Teal smirked and it scared Ginny, realizing at that moment Teal was a less arrogant, female Malfoy. Teal rolled her eyes, "You aren't exactly dressed hot and you look like a girl who's got money to burn let's go."

Ginny bit her lip, "I…I can't… My mum would…" Teal grabbed her arm, "Who cares what your mom would do. She sure isn't here."

Teal grabbed half of Ginny's bags and then her arm. Ginny snatched up the other ones. Teal dragged her threw the Leaky Cauldron, snapping at a young boy to take Ginny's thing to the Weasley Manor. Ginny bit her lip; he mother was going to freak. Teal noted the worry on Ginny's face and dragged her faster. Once outside the doors she beamed. The world was so busy, cars everywhere, people, lights. It was all way to much for Ginny. She looked around everywhere before once more Teal was dragging her off in some god forsaken direction. Ginny entered the muggle mall and nearly fainted. So many stores, so many clothes, so many muggles it was amazing. She didn't no where to go first. Teal dragged her from store to store avidly, buying thing, putting things back. She was a menace. Ginny loved it. Everything about the shopping she loved, but most of all was the muggle clothes. That's when she saw it, the perfect dress. It was the color of the purest deep emerald, with a corset top and the skirt like a princess dress, it was beautiful. She rushed in, her wallet already out. She had become a monster, first it was the dress, a matching mask, shoes, jewelry even. Teal was watching her now eyebrows raised. She laughed as Ginny snapped at the man at the till to go faster. They were just meant to be friends…

Later That Night

Ginny was exhausted, she didn't know replacing an entire wardrobe of hand me down boys clothes would be so tiring. She dragged a string across the floor with her fingers watching as Romeo chased it avidly, set on his goal. She smiled before flopping back onto the bed. The tiny kitten some how scampered up curling into a ball upon her chest. She stroked his smooth fur gently, it calmed her. Tomorrow, the new Ginny went to Hogwarts. Tomorrow… she would be as rich and worthy as every other pureblood. Tomorrow… things would change.