Chapter 2 - Ils ont des enfants à l'âge dixneuf

"Mum, where's my hat? I know it was in my suitcase, I could swear it was – "

"GIVE ME MY PREFECT BADGE BACK, FRED! IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

"I'll have mine sunny-side up, dear – "

As it was September 1st, the day they were supposed to go to Kings Cross, it was the cue for chaos. Trunks and spare robes were thrown everywhere, and Mrs. Weasley was on the verge of insanity. Her hair was in disarray, and her face was red with fury as she dealt with lost items, clothing, and her children.

Needless to say, by the time they were all squished inside the tiny cars Mr. Weasley had rented from the Ministry of Magic, they were all very irritated and disgruntled. Ginny sat in the middle of Harry and Ron, which was quite annoying because Ron and Harry kept comparing Quidditch teams. Now Ginny loved Quidditch as much as the next witch or wizard, but it took about a half an hour to get to Kings Cross, and they didn't talk of anything else.

"It's got to be the Parokoffs," said Harry, pointing to 7 players dressed in green and red robes in his copy of Quidditch Through The Ages. "They flattened Transylvania in the finals."

"Nah, can't be, they look like Christmas trees," said Ron. "My bet goes with the Chudley Cannons – "

"Ron," said Harry, laughing. "They haven't won a game since last year."

"So?" said Ron.

"Ron, get a grip," said Fred from behind them. "The Cannons haven't been in the running for the World Cup since before you were born."

Meanwhile, Arthur Weasley and his wife were arguing about the typical subject – magic.

"If you'll just let me push this button – "

"Absolutely not, Arthur," said Molly Weasley firmly.

"But look, Molly! It's an invisibility booster, see? The Ministry improved it, so it won't be faulty or anything – "

"Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley warningly.

"Yes, dear."

Ginny smiled inwardly to herself.

She loved her family.

He hated his family.

Well, his mother. If he loved anyone, she would be the one he loved. If love existed.

He barely knew what love was. He was starting to think that true love was just a myth. He never had friends – not real friends. Just stupid lumps that laughed when he insulted people and protected him. He never had a real girlfriend, either. Well, not one that really loved him. He only got the ones that were just in it for his – erm - abilities.

Draco pounded against the dark walls angrily. Damn his father. Damn him for locking him up in this cell, torturing him every other hour when he refused to join the Death Eaters. Damn him for not even starving him properly, just giving him food (if you could call it food) once a day on a tiny plate too small for a baby. Damn him for chaining him to this dingy wall with iron links that were too heavy for him to lift.

Damn him to hell.

A:N:My next chapter (or the one after that) will have the promised Draco/Ginny action. (hint Draco saves Ginny from a forbidden enemy, leaving her confused and upset, and him bursting with questions.