Again: I don't own it. I don't chapter it. I usually don't update it. I just like to write it. And in case you don't speak French, "Innocence perdue" means lost innocence.

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"What are you going on about exactly?" Ginny asked him. Looking around, she noticed that they had gone much deeper into the dungeons.

"Nothing that matters, and in any case, we're here." Draco looked down and saw that they must've been holding hands the entire way. Not that it was a long way, about five minuets, ten probably with the pace they had been walking, but it was strange to see his larger hand holding her smaller one. He dropped it. "Innocence perdue."

Ginny looked at him quizzically. "What? It's my password, which you will never tell to anyone. It's not like anyone would actually guess it."

"You have that much right." Ginny followed Draco into the room. "Wait a second; you have your own room?"

"Yeah, my father thought that I shouldn't mingle with anyone unless I, or he, thought it was necessary. So, naturally, he paid for my own dorm."

Ginny scanned the room. It looked more like a common room then a bedroom. "Where's your bed?"

"Jumping a bit fast now aren't we, Weasley?"

"What are you-oh geese I didn't mean it like that Malfoy. All I meant was that it looks like a freaking common room in here. For being a dorm, I would expect a bed."

"This is a personal dorm. It's a very expensive, very stocked, personal dorm."

"All right; so what's with your password?"

"What do you mean? It's French, not like you'd know what it means, what with your family and all." Ouch. "I didn't mean it like tha-"

"No. That's all right. The way that your family sees my family, it's perfectly fine to think I wouldn't know how to speak French. Or any other language but English; let's just say I've a lost innocence more then you would think."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Can you keep a secret?" Ginny loved to toy with boys, they were too easy.

"Yes."

"So can I."

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After a very upset Ron came into the common room at lunch, and yelled to everyone and anyone who would listen, that his sister had befriended none other then Draco Malfoy, all of Gryffindor seemed to stop talking to her. In fact, all of everyone, except the Slytherins, who had oddly become very nice to her, and a few going so far as to befriend her, had stopped talking to her. The guys she had become so used to playing some sport or another, had suddenly become disinterested in the game. Or had to "go study", "do homework", "had a date", or some other lame excuse when she tried to join a game.

Ginny caught on very quickly. When there was a game of rugby being played out on the grounds, as she walked them, she looked away and pretended not to notice them. If there was a game of hockey being played in the halls, as there was often, she would simply change routes or go along her way. She had quite bothering to try and talk to her dorm-mates, as they would always brush her off with an excuse to stop talking.

To Ginny, however, this wasn't really a problem. Her new Slytherin friends were great hockey players, and loved to play rugby, and had given lacrosse a shot once or twice. Even though it was really only a few of them that she was friends with, the many times she had spent at the Slytherin table during her meals, instead of Gryffindor, had given her many new people to talk to in the halls, or walk to class with. And even when Ginny was in class she sat with the Slytherins, since she had every class with at least one Slytherin.

Sitting at breakfast one day, Draco decided that he found it more then just slightly entertaining that Ginny blended in with them so well. So well, in fact, that more then once, a teacher had docked or given points, and accidentally given them to Slytherin; not that Ginny corrected them. Nor anyone else in the class for that matter, since not any of the Gryffindors were dumb enough to say anything. Only once had Dean made mention of Ginny not being in Slytherin, and after class, Ginny walked up to him and socked him in between his eyes.

They hadn't become any more friends then they were the one day that they had hung out. Draco didn't know why he didn't pursue a friendship with her, as he knew Ginny was a spunky, up for anything, extremely gorgeous girl. Not that she noticed that the entirety of Hogwarts' male population lusted after her; even if they didn't speak to her or go too close to her, for fear of hearing it from Ron.

Draco knew that it would be easy enough for him to befriend her, if he really put fourth an effort to. The day that they had hung out, all they had done was sit in his common room and talk. One of his few real friends, Blaise, had decided to ditch class too, and had come to Draco's room, guessing correctly that he would be there, and had met Ginny. They had hit it off well and Blaise, being the guy he was, introduced her to a few other choice Slytherins.

It was the things they talked about, he guessed that was the reason he didn't bother with a friendship. What's you favorite color? What do you like doing when you're bored? Why do you always insist upon slicking back your hair? Things he didn't talk about with anyone. Not that he wasn't asked these questions by plenty of other girls who were interested in him; but the other girls only wanted to seem more like his girlfriend rather then a bed partner for a couple weeks. With other girls he always brushed off the questions. Some how, he couldn't do that with Ginny. She reminded him of something so much, but he just couldn't figure out what it was. Tell me, how do you know of Izze Sprit? She had asked him.

That had been it. The way she acted, the way she talked, the way she put things into perspective. Granted, they had only had this one block period, and they'd really only been talking for about two hours. But that had been it. Everything about her suddenly came flooding into his mind from the past six years. Why do you use a fake name when you write? And with that, he had lost her, in a sense. After being completely open about anything that she had been asked, even if they were somewhat trivial things, Ginny had closed up, and blocked herself. Much the same way he saw in her eyes the wall she put there, no matter who she was around these days, and that was why, he decided, while picking up the letter his owl, Devin, had dropped for him, that he wasn't friends with her right now.

Sure, she had replied with the practically expected I don't know what you're talking about. But Draco knew he had touched on an extremely touchy subject; and had immediately dropped it. She didn't put fourth an effort to befriend him, and only really talked to him when they were in class, as Snape had decided to pair them together.

Draco opened the letter, scanning down toward the end of the short, short list, he saw it was from his Uncle, the practically unheard of, Uncle Alex, who was French and on his mothers' side by a different father. The letter was written in German, something rare for his uncle, meaning only one thing, Alex still didn't trust Draco's father not to intercept his mail. Like he wouldn't get someone to translate it. Draco thought, as he began to read the letter.

Draco-

As this is in German, and your father doesn't speak it, nor know of this news, when you hear from him about it, please tell him I'm gladly calling him the biggest dumb fuck in the world, and that he can suck my fat one upon hearing so.

"Ah Uncle Alex, some things never change." Draco said softly aloud.

I have decided that France isn't of the best education for your oldest cousins, Zoé, Ludovic, and Jérôme. Thus, I'm putting them off on you. I've already talked to your mother, and they'll stay at the castle with you over the holidays. Have fun with them, and try to keep the boys away from Zoé, she's decided they're the best thing since chocolate. Oh, and not that you know this, but for the rave Dumbledore is hosting (of course I'm the one who he's calling in to set it all up) I'm wondering if you'd do me that favor you owe and DJ some of it. My best DJ still can't compare to you. By the way Draco, you might want to cut your hair before Zoé decides to hack it off, that or you better watch your hair awfully closely. You know she hates long hair, and you know…well you know Zoé, let's just say she's grown up since you saw her when she was eleven.

Good luck with them,

-Alex

Draco made a mental note to go to Hogsmede that night to get his hair done. He remembered the last time he had actually seen his cousin Zoé, she said his hair was too long and hacked it all of in the middle of the night a week before he started school. His other two cousins, Jérôme and Ludovic were nothing to worry about to Draco.

Over the summer before his fifth year, when Draco had gone to visit his cousins in France (Zoé was off in Switzerland with some friends of hers causing trouble) they had gotten along well. Jérôme and Ludovic had taught Draco how to spin early on in the summer, and he'd caught on to it well. Their father, his uncle, owned a business that was specially known for the wickedly awesome raves they created. All over the planet, Draco's uncle Alex was known for his raves. Not really something Draco's father approved of.

At Draco's third rave, the DJ had gotten sick, and while Jérôme and Ludovic, both who were no where to be found at the time, had insisted he was the best they'd heard, he was still a bit unnerved at going up to DJ when his uncle asked. In true Draco fashion, however, he'd been just as great as expected and even better according to his uncle. Ever since then, his uncle had wanted him to come and DJ for this rave or that one. Draco said that he would the next time he was able.

Of course, also in true Draco fashion, he'd never once mentioned that he was in love with raves and that he was constantly listening to 'happy hardcore' while in his room at night.

"Who's he?" Draco heard Ginny say suddenly.

"I don't know, but he's really hot." Katrina replied. Draco didn't know much about Katrina other then she'd gone to Hogwarts since her third year, and that she was very much a tomboy, and was also great friends with Ginny.

Blaise nudged him in the arm, "Draco, you're going to want to look at the door instead of off into space, because I don't know who she is, but she is fucking hot."

Just knowing who he was talking about, Draco pulled a face and looked at the door, "Dude, she's my cousin for Merlins sake."

"Great."

"Why?"

"Because then you won't sleep with her, and I can." Draco punched Blaise in the arm at the same time Dumbledore stood up to silence everyone.

"Everyone," he started, "I would like you all to welcome these three new students. They have just transferred her from Très Coûteux, in France. They will all be finishing their seventh year hear at Hogwarts. And, if one of you would please come forward to be sorted."

All three were dressed in what many classified as "scene". Zoé was wearing a very short skirt with blue tights, that had purple fishnets over them, and a very tight black shirt that read "You know you'd do me" in multicolored writing on it; she had blue and purple eye shadow, with a bunch of bracelets going up and down each arm, a bag that Draco recognized as the one she'd stolen from his room while she visited over the holidays, and he's stayed at school, was hanging off her arm; her hair was very choppy, but went to her shoulders, the top being blond and the bottom black; she also had lime green ballet shoes on, with the laces running up her legs, over her tights; she had a total amount of fifteen piercings, five up each ear, one on the right part of her nose, one on her left eyebrow, two, one of each side, of her lip, and one in her tongue. She was normal in height, about 5'5 and had a nicely curved body, with chiseled abs from all of the games she played with her brothers; all in all, she was hot. Because of this, every guy, save Draco, still wanted her; as she practically reeked of trouble as she walked toward the stool that McGonagall had set in front of the Head Table.

The hat barely touched her head as everyone heard it call out, loudly and clearly, "Slytherin!" Draco wasn't surprised in the least. Last he knew this girl had gone through every school both private and public, in North and South America, Africa, Asia, Australia, every country in Europe save France and Hogwarts. She'd even pissed off plenty of private tutors, and those she hadn't, were too afraid of the rumors they heard to take her. The few schools she hadn't been to all over the world wouldn't take her because of her reputation, and most she got herself kicked out the first week, if not the first day.

Thinking about it, now the only school in the world that she would be allowed in had to be Hogwarts. Draco only wondered why Jérôme and Ludovic had decided to come with her. Zoé had even managed to get herself kicked out of the slum schools, and the ones that promised they would change her attitude. Three of the four reform schools she been at Zoé had managed to make a total of twelve teachers; a school nurse, three janitors, and a headmaster go into retirement. The fourth school kicked her out on the first day she was there because she let off a couple cherry bombs in the boys' bathroom after one of them had catcalled at her. The only people who could go rounds with her were her family, as she had yet to meet someone who could that wasn't.

Needless to say, Zoé had a damn good reputation for being a trouble maker, No wonder she's here. Dumbledore and his I can fix all bad children mantras. Draco thought as she came and sat next to him, pushing Blaise over.

Next up was Jérôme. He was wearing a pair of black girls' jeans, with an almost tight black t shirt that read, in bright pink, 'Underoath'; he had longer hair for most boys, but it was very choppy, and black with only parts of it dyed a dark blue; he wore plain black and white converse; and had four piercings, one on his left eyebrow, two, one on each side, of his lip, and one in his tongue. He'd gotten all of them with his sister while he was drunk, and hadn't bothered taking them out. He was about 6'1, almost Draco's height, and had a very nice toned body, even though he was very lean.

Jérôme never really caused trouble; of course he had gotten into plenty of trouble, but never like his sister had. He was much more into his music then anything else, and often this caused his breakups with girls. He played a variety of things, but of them the guitar and drums were his favorite. He'd only ever gone to three, now four schools. Unlike his brother, Jérôme didn't bother transferring every now and then to be in class when his sister beat the shit out of some guy for grabbing her ass. No matter what anyone thought of the innocent, smart, Jérôme, only a few knew just how "evil" he could be when tested. And those who learned it first hand, never bothered to test it a second time.

As Jérôme walked to the stool, just about every girl decided that he was the hottest thing next to Draco, and the guy who was standing back by the door, wasn't far behind.

"Slytherin!" the hat called, and Jérôme, not waiting for it to be taken off, picked up the hat, and tossed it to an awaiting Ludovic, who had walked up to the stool.

Ludovic was wearing black girls' jeans, like his brother, however his shirt was white and had many lines of multicolored origins on it, he wore black Etines with bright purple laces, and had semi short, black choppy hair. He had only two piercing, one on his left eyebrow, courtesy of him being drunk and with his brother and sister, and his tongue. He had a nice body, much like his brothers, that, just about everyone, came to the conclusion was really his twin.

Ludovic had a taste for trouble, and was good a picking out the truth in people. He read them well, and liked to see them lie, as he could tell when someone wasn't, or at least, had never once been wrong when he called someone on a lie. He was smart, to the point where, if he hadn't had the interests he did, he would have been very geeky. As he sat down and put the hat on his head, he knew that he would end up with his family, and he was right. He didn't miss how every girls face that wasn't sitting at the Slytherin table, just about completely fell.

"Slytherin!" the hat called for a third time.

Ginny liked the three of them instantly. She head Draco remake of them being family, and wondered if they acted the same as he did, and could pick up on the same things like he did. Ginny put her hand in her pocket, and squeezed the paper that was there. Not that she'd ever told anyone about her dream except Madeline, Ginny had had the dream again last night and woke up, and drew a picture of the eyes, and the shadowy figure. Looking at it again after her shower, she knew that this figure was almost surely Draco, which freaked her out more then a little bit.

After all three of his cousins sat down by him, Draco decided to do the polite thing and introduce them. "Alright everyone, this is Jérôme, Ludovic, and Zoé. They're my cousins, so be nice. Not that they can't handle you. Jérôme here is much less innocent then you ever want to find out, so stay on his good side. Ludovic here is definitely smarter then you, so don't try and outwit him or outsmart him. And Zoé, well, she can kick you ass faster then you can call her hot, not to mention that she's been kicked out of more school then you've ever heard of, and put plenty of people into early retirement. Isn't that right, Zoé?"

"Hey Draco, your hairs too long, why don't you let me cut it off for you?" she replied with an innocent smile.

"Stay the fuck away from my head, I remember what you did last time." He replied.

"Oh come on, you can't still be pissed off about something I did when I was eleven!"

"Then how about last Christmas when you took my backpack, that you happen to have with you now, am I allowed to be pissed off about that?"

"Not like you use it anymore, seeing as I've had it for almost a year. Hey, would you let me raid your closet later, I'm going out tonight."

"But it's a school night." Pansy Parkinson, a very petite, and very snobby girl, said.

"And your point is, little miss bitch?"

"You can't go out on a school night and even if you disobeyed the rules, Dumbledore has so many wards to keep people like you from sneeking out at night."

"You mean to say that every time you've tried to sneak out you've gotten caught, and believe in those stupid rumors. Please, like I'm worried about them. Now onto soothing that actually matters. Draco, will you or won't you let me raid your closet?"

"You know as well as I do that even if I say no you're going to find a way in it. Just bring them back in one piece please."

"No can do, but it's not like you really need them anyway. Oh and hey, last week while I was visiting Aunt Cissy, I borrowed some of your rav-"

"Shut it or I shut you." Draco cut her off with a very demanding voice.

"Excuse me?"

"Like I said, shut it, or I. Shut. You."

"One of two things is going to happen when I come to your room in thirty minuets. Either you're going to fully explain, or we're going to see just how many more rounds you can go from the time you were eleven." With that Zoé got up and left the table, without a backwards glance.

"Dude, what's with the hostility?" Ludovic asked.

"Yeah it's not like they don't know that you're master at D-"

"Shut the fuck up Jérôme, same with you Ludovic. Meet me in my room in thirty minuets and I'll tell all three of you what's up." Draco got up and left the table, Blaise had long since gotten more interested in pansy since Zoé left, and Ginny was only half listening to Katrina.

"You know, Ludo, I know Zoé will know where his room is, hell she probably already does, and has already been in it and picked out her outfit. But I don't know where it is, do you?"

"No…and without him I don't think we're going to get much help finding it either."

"You know, guys, I know where it is…I could show you if you want. I even know the password; unless he changed it."

"Um, sure; I'm Jérôme, nice to meet you."

"And I'm Ludovic."

"Ginny. Nice to meet you."