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When had she changed?

Draco still remembered when Ginevra Weasley was nothing more than a young stick of girl, who barely stood out amongst her many brothers. Although she was the only Weasley girl for generations, it did not make her more important.

But when had she changed?

He supposed it was in her first year…that was his second, when Ginny had found the diary.

Draco grimaced. She hadn't found it. His own father had hidden the diary in all her books, making sure she would find it. However indirectly, Draco had helped.

But the girl had paled noticeably before, and a gaunt look had haunted her. Draco had noticed before. He had shrugged it off. Of what importance was she to him? Then the story came out about the Chamber of Secrets.

He remembered now, how she had looked yesterday, a few days after their argument, walking down the hall to her next class.

Her time in the Chamber had made her skin a permanent pale color, not an unattractive girl, but she certainly was going to have to do a lot of tanning is she wanted bronze skin.

But the skin was perfect for her. Her vibrant, lustrous red hair fell in straight locks, curling slightly at the ends. Her eyebrows seemed darker; almost a gold color, and her freckles had faded; now only appearing when she was in bright sun or light.

But when Draco had seen her yesterday…she had been in the darkness of the dungeons, her face illuminated only by the torches on the wall. And Draco had been stunned, for the third time that year, by Ginevra Weasley. He wondered if she had a middle name…

Draco shook himself. But the girl had insulted him!

Right. The thing about his father…he supposed it couldn't be her fault. He hadn't exactly been the nicest person. But she had no need to react like that…so harshly too.

When had she changed?

His previous thoughts were immediately sidestepped, as he pondered this question. It was during her time spent in the Chamber, sure enough, but when? She had been there for quite a while…but according to what he heard, she'd been talking to Tom way before that.

That nuisance of a diary! Draco wondered what she could have put in it. She didn't seem like the type to have deep dark secrets.

He smiled wryly. Of course, only considering if a person were possessing you and using you to get at a student so as to murder them, that wouldn't count as deep and dark.

So, when had she changed?

Draco groaned. This girl was the last thing he needed on his mind now. It was the first snow of the year today, and he was moping in his room. Blaise had gone out long ago, complaining about the gloomy atmosphere.

So the young Slytherin dragged himself up, and changed into clothes for outside. Nothing extravagant (except for the fact that his whole set was made of puffskeins, and he wearing dragon skin boots).

With a sigh, he proceeded outside. The hallways were empty; every student, from the sniveling first year to the rather pompous seventh year, had run outside.

"Draco!"

He turned to see Blaise running towards him, cheeks red and a wide grin on his face.

"You absolutely must see, Draco. It's a great match, Slytherin versus Gryffindor, as we've beat out Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. We must beat them, it's a snow fight till the finish!"

"Rules are?" Draco couldn't help the smile that came over his features. Blaise's happiness was infectious.

"You have to get snow down their backs, once it's there, you're out. It's actually very hard, and there are magical boundaries. If you get snowed and don't get out, the snow will stick to you and freeze your back for quite a while. Millicent Bulstrode's up in the Hospital Wing right now."

They had reached the great doors just before they came out, and Blaise held onto the latch. He raised a warning brow at Draco. "It's a nightmare out there."

"I've seen worse." Draco's face was grim. Blaise pulled the doors open.

At first, Draco didn't understand what he was seeing. But gradually, it became clear to him. There was a mass of snow being flung everywhere, although it was supposed to get down your back.

On one side, Gryffindor was positioned. He could make out Harry, Hermione, and Ron trying madly to see as they flung snow back at the others.

Blaise and Malfoy tramped to the other side, where the Slytherin team was wreaking havoc.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped as Blaise's eyes flashed. Immediately, the blond boy turned and stared straight into the eyes of the Gryffindor fourth year that had managed to sneak up behind him.

In a moment, Draco had pinned the boy down and stuffed quite a large amount of snow down his back. The boy whimpered, and a few curses were uttered as he hobbled over to the sidelines to join the other losers.

"I thought you were gone for a second." Blaise grinned.

Draco pocketed a snowball. "I'd never leave you, Blaise. Who else to tell you about the girl that's been inching closer to you these past few moments?"

And, leaving his best friend to fend for himself, Draco marched off to win the Snow War.

Four hours, several arguments, and a few more trips to the Hospital Wing later

Draco leaned next to a tree and smirked. Slytherin was gone. Blaise had been taken down by a bunch of Gryffindor sixth years, and was now sitting on a bench, watching the other boy closely.

Gryffindor now consisted of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley. Her brother had landed himself into quite a bit of trouble when he'd come upon a few malicious first years.

Draco eyed them meaningfully. They'd tried several times to get him, and he'd dodged every effort—well—effortlessly.

But his eyes narrowed as he saw Ginny stand on the mound.

She was, he had to admit, striking. During the past few years, she'd grown into her figure, and although she had a bit more ways to go, she was still developed enough. She had on a thick white stockings, and white knee length boots. Her hair was kept still under a purpled beanie, and she wore a thick, peacock purple coat. Draco could just see the hem of her white skirt peeking out from underneath it.

Ginny was whispering something to Harry, who looked askance. Instantly, anger filled Draco. He'd heard Ginny had a crush on Harry, and this simple act where they were close together was actually infuriating him.

Thankfully, Ginny moved away and whispered into Hermione's ear. She took on the same expression, but after a moment of Ginny's pouting, they seemed to relent.

And so, Ginevra Weasley began to walk towards Draco Malfoy.

Instantly, he straightened, and tossed the snowball he kept hidden behind his back a ways up. It fell back into his gloved hand, and he smiled in anticipation.

"Malfoy."

Ginny had reached him, and greeted him with a curt nod.

"Weasley." Draco did the same. Now the girl was smiling. He must have looked perplexed, because she waved a hand airily.

"Beautiful day, too good to be sad."

Draco nodded dumbly, until she leaned in and winked. He was entranced by her wide, amber eyes, which is why he almost didn't catch her next words.

"Perfect day for snogging."

"Wha—?" Draco was cut off as the youngest Weasley pressed her mouth against his. Vaguely, he heard Ron get up and scream a slew of curses his way.

The snowball…

A voice in his head reminded him, but he was feeling sluggish now. He couldn't seem to move, and although his mind was telling him to move back, his body just wasn't into it.

He shivered suddenly as something cold and wet slid down his back, and Ginny leaned back. It took him a moment to realize, but soon Draco felt the tingling of the snowball, and his face turned a heated red.

Ginny held up a glove, slightly damp, and grinned. "Looks like you'll have to wash out your mouth now, won't you, Malfoy? To avoid contamination."

Her words hurt, but before he could say anything, she was gone, swept away by a sudden crowd of Gryffindors. Harry was hugging her, and he felt a sudden pang.

"Way to go, Ginny!" Was all he could hear.

"Congratulations, Draco. It'll be all the Slytherin population will talk about for weeks now. A Weasley, snogging a Malfoy?"

"Oh, shut up." Draco did not turn to Blaise. "I need to go rest."

"Just because you know you enjoyed it and wanted to spend much longer in her embrace doesn't mean you have to be so touchy." Blaise grinned, and Draco was shocked at how well the boy could interpret his feelings. Blaise winked.

"But go on, mate, have a good lie down. Bloody hell, I thought the Weasley boy was going to kill you, though. Good thing Granger held him back."

Draco walked away, and Blaise's laughter followed behind him. But he couldn't care less. All he could remember was Ginny, leaning in.

Ginny, with her warm, ocher eyes. Ginny, who had in the space of a few seconds, completely unraveled years of built up emotion.

Where had the girl learned to do such things? Draco peeled off his sopping wet clothes, and put on his pajamas. As he lay in his bed, mind swirling with emotion, he realized she had dimples. Had she had those before?

Draco turned over, tuning out the noise of Slytherins returning from outside, doubtless discussing him. When Blaise walked in, as they shared a room, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. But his friend wasn't fooled.

"Draco, when you decide to get over the fact that yes, a girl, and a Weasley and a Gryff nonetheless, has perplexed you, there's some chocolate's I've filched from the Great Hall for you on the bedstead. 'Night."

As the lights flickered out, and he heard Blaise's steady snoring across the room, Draco's brow creased. It seemed he was right. Ginny Weasley had served to confuse him more than any other person, boy or girl, had ever done before.

When had she changed, indeed?