Author's Note: Man, it is really hard trying to juggle even just two stories at once. No wonder some people never update. Anyways, I salute all authors writing more than one story at once. Keep on truckin'!

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue (although I do own this disclaimer so you steal my saying you die)

You've Got Mail: Ch.2-Who the Hell Is This???

Draco raised an eyebrow at the screen that just popped up on his computer screen. He didn't know a pyropinkmonkey12, hell, he barely talked to anyone online!

Nevertheless, he was intrigued, and so accepted the message. There was a small ping.

Pyropinkmonkey12: Hey!

Unsure of what to do next, he wrote in the safe reply.

ResidentEvil: Hi?

Okay, so it was idiotic, but he didn't know what to say to this girl (what self-respecting guy would have pinkmonkey as a part of their screen name). Her reply came quickly enough.

Pyropinkmonkey12: Oh, sorry, Colin, I forgot to tell, you, I just got this brand new computer, and this is my new screen name! Cool huh?

Draco's eyebrow arched higher at the 'Colin' part.

ResidentEvil: Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not Colin.

Pyropinkmonkey12: What?

God this girl was dense.

ResidentEvil: I'm not Colin or whomever you think. My name is Matt.

Draco always gave out fake names on the Internet. He couldn't let anyone know that he enjoyed such lowly Muggle things like computers.

Pyropinkmonkey12: Oh. Sorry I bothered you.

Oddly enough, when Draco read that, he almost felt, bad. He could just see the girl, sitting at her computer, feeling utterly stupid for instant messaging the wrong guy. At least she hadn't said anything lovey- dovey, thinking he was her boyfriend. Now that would have been embarrassing.

***

Ginny stared at the computer screen in complete shock.

Not only did she feel like a complete idiot for typing to the wrong person, she also felt scared. What if she had blurted out something about Hogwarts, or a new spell she had tried the day before? Most likely this was a Muggle, and one slipup could get the Ministry in her house faster than you could say "Crap."

Ginny thought these horrible what ifs for a while, before snapping out of it and typing back in an apology for bothering this Matt guy.

Closing the window, she tried to get her mind off her own stupidity by browsing through the links AOL provided. She was about to sign off and go sulk somewhere when she heard a distinct beep.

The AOL message beep.

It was even from Matt.

ResidentEvil: So what's your name?

Ginny stared at the screen. Another beep roused her from, well, whatever the hell she had been doing or thinking of.

ResidentEvil: ???

At least now she remembered her manners. She was about to type in Ginny Weasley, when she remembered one of Hermione's most prominent warnings.

'Never give out any personal information. It may seem safe, but even the Internet has its own dangers. Be careful.'

Ginny bit her lip, thinking over what to write.

Finally, though, she sent one out.

Pyropinkmonkey12: I can't tell you, but you can just call me Cocoa.

Draco almost laughed at that. Cocoa?

Pyropinkmonkey12: My mom always calls me Cocoa because she says that when I was first born, my eyes were a really dark brown, like cocoa.

Ginny felt more and more stupid by the moment.

ResidentEvil: Cool, my nickname is Dragon (I hate the name Matt).

Ginny waited for Dragon to explain his nickname, but he didn't. Finally, with an exasperated sigh, she was the one to break the online silence.

Pyropinkmonkey12: That's it? No story?

ResidentEvil: Nope, someone just called me that randomly, and it kinda stuck.

Pyropinkmonkey12: Ok.

Awkward silence once more.

ResidentEvil: How old are you?

Ginny bit her lip nervously. She wasn't sure whether or not to respond to that question. There was another bing.

ResidentEvil: I'm seventeen.

I guess it's ok, she thought slowly.

Pyropinkmonkey12: I'm sixteen tomorrow. This computer was my birthday present.

Draco raised an eyebrow. Well, he thought briefly, I'm already talking to a sixteen-year old girl online, who is a babe for all I know, I might as well make the best of the situation.

I think we all know what that means.

***

"GINNY! It's dinnertime!!!" Molly Weasley yelled from the foot of the stairs, tapping her foot impatiently. Ginny's reply came quickly.

"INA MINUTE!!!"

Molly sighed and shook her head as she walked back to the dining table. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Arthur, Fred and George were already eating (well, in the case of Ron and the twins, more like stuffing themselves), without waiting for the youngest or Molly. She sat down quietly, and began to eat as politely as she could, trying to subtly hint at her sons the proper dinner behavior.

They ignored her.

With an irritated sigh, Molly resigned herself to their denseness, and tried to make conversation.

"So, Harry, Hermione, looking forward to your last year at Hogwarts?" She asked them politely.

Hermione smiled at her, feeling the bond that comes of being one of only three girls surrounded by savagery. "I guess I have mixed feelings. I'm excited for school to start, but at the same time, it's nerve racking to think I'll have N.E.W.T's and then be going off on my own soon," she told the older woman, who patted her hand sympathetically.

"It's like that for everyone, dear, everyone feels that same exact mix of excitement and worry. You'll get used to it," She reassured her son's best friend, then, with a change of attitude only mothers can fully achieve, she stood and screamed out at the stairs. "Ginny! You're food is getting cold!"

There was an answering yell that was hard to understand, then loud footsteps as Ginny tore down the stairs, and skidded to a halt in front of her mother. "Hello mater," she said cheerily, and kissed her on the cheek, before almost skipping to her chair and sitting down gracefully. The entire family should have noticed something was up, but they were all too wrapped up in their own worlds.

Fred and George were having their own mini food fight ("Gotcha, Fred!" "Aww, dang, I almost dodged that one"), which Arthur tried to stop ("Boys, will you please-Ouch! That was my eye George!"), while he simultaneously scolded Ron for chewing with his mouth open ("You look absolutely crass, Ron, please close it"). Ron brushed his father away as he spoke excitedly to Harry about Quidditch ("The Cannons are getting pretty good, reckon they have a shot at the finals this year?" "Really? I thought it was all over after that defeat in Puddlemere"), and, of course, Molly and Hermione looking strangely at Ginny who was eating her meal rapidly, eager to get back to the computer and Dragon. Occasionally she would giggle or grin for no reason at all.

Hermione and Molly gave each other a look, and nodded their heads. Ginny Weasley, long time tagalong to Harry Potter and the Dream Team, had met a guy.

And so it begins, Molly thought solemnly.

***

Later that night, at around eleven, Ginny was back online and talking to Dragon for about the fifth time that day. He was so charming, and funny, they could (and did) talk for hours about the most random things.

But, as their conversations lengthened, Ginny grew more and more worried. He kept asking her personal questions, like her favorite subject or her school. She managed to avoid the questions, or lie, but it was all getting so confusing to her. Finally, she decided on a safe question, to see if he was a Muggle or not.

Inhaling deeply, she typed in her question, and waited.

***

Draco took a sip of his coffee, and heard the familiar beep. He read her message, and instantly spit out the warm drink.

Pyropinkmonkey12: Do you believe in magic?

Draco was ready to panic. How the hell could he respond to that? If he said no, and she was a witch, he'd never know, and if he said yes and she was a Muggle she might get suspicious.

He racked his brain for any option, and finally, with a sigh, he typed in the safe answer.

ResidentEvil: No.

After thinking, he added.

ResidentEvil: Do you?

How the tables have turned.

***

Ginny sucked in a breath as she read his answer. So that proved it. He was a Muggle. Feeling oddly depressed, she was about to write something else when he asked her the same question. Biting her bottom lip, she thought for a second, and then her fingers were flying over the keyboard.

Pyropinkmonkey12: I don't know. I guess I believe in ghosts, but I don't believe in witches, and black cats, with warts and magic wands.

Well, technically she wasn't lying. She did believe in ghosts considering how she lived with some, and all that crap about cackling, warty witches mumbling around a smoking cauldron while their black cats yowled in accompaniment always made her crack up. Nowadays, it was pretty hard to tell on sight who was a witch and who was a Muggle.

Ginny felt pretty good about her answer, but she still didn't want him to ask her anything else, so she quickly changed the subject.

Pyropinkmonkey12: So, what did you do this summer? When did you get out of school?

***

The next morning, Ginny slept peacefully, with the occasional snore or snuffle from her mouth as the only sound in the room. That is, until the door slowly opened, and a head full of short and curly red hair peeked through. The head disappeared, and there was a minute of whispers until the door opened fully, and Ron, Fred, George, Harry, and Hermione tiptoed in sniggering and shushing each other playfully.

Fred counted to three on his fingers, and when the last finger went down, they all opened their mouths to wake her up.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY!!!!" The five screamed, and Ginny woke up instantly, screaming and rolling off the bed. When her tousled head appeared again, she looked livid. They began to back up as she got up from the floor, and advanced upon them.

"Oh you had better run, Ron, Fred, George," she said dangerously, and with a roar launched herself at her brothers, who emitted girly shrieks and ran, while Harry and Hermione sat back laughing.

Ginny chased her older brothers down the stairs, sliding down the banister to catch up. She hopped off at the bottom and ran through the kitchen, cutting off their escape.

"No place to run, brothers dearest," Ginny growled at them, and the twins immediately adopted their a puppy dog pout.

"But Ginny-kins, we just wanted to wish you a wonderful sixteenth birthday," Fred told her, while George and Ron nodded vigorously in the background.

Ginny sighed and dropped into a nearby chair, the chase driven from her mind. "Happy birthday to me," she muttered, rubbing her face with her hands. She looked up at her brothers, and narrowed her eyes. "If it's my birthday, why the bloody hell did I have to be woken up at eight in the morning???"

Molly Weasley bustled in to hear her daughter's cursing. "Ginny dear, don't swear," she said absentmindedly, then did a double take to the chair in the corner. "Ginny! Why are you up? I wanted to give you breakfast in bed!"

Ginny glared at her brothers again, who took the hint/masked threat and excused themselves quickly. She looked up at her mother, who was now making pancakes, still shooting Ginny little looks every now and then.

"I'd have liked that, but those idiots ("Ginny! What did I say about name-calling your brothers?) decided to wake me up early," Ginny said with disgust. She was not a morning person at the best of times, let alone when woken up rudely.

Molly smiled at her daughter, who was currently yawning widely. "I know, how about you hop back into bed, and I'll bring you some pancakes. They're blueberry, your favorite," she wheedled, and Ginny ears perked up at the thought of her favorite breakfast food in bed, and sleep.

She jumped out of her seat, kissed her mother's cheek and ran back up the stairs. "Thanks mum!" Came a shout, and Molly shook her head, simultaneously amused and saddened by her only daughter's antics.

***

That night was when the birthday festivities actually started. Charlie was still in Romania, but Percy and Bill had managed to come (Percy was welcomed back into the family after the defeat of Voldemort) with their long-time girlfriends, Fleur Delacour and Penelope Clearwater. Her parents had even thought to invite Ginny's best friend, Colin Creevey.

As soon as she saw him, Ginny almost squealed. Running and jumping over Crookshanks, she hugged him hard, before grabbing his hand to drag him to the computer in her room. Along the way she related the entire story of the mistaken screen names, at which Colin roared with laughter.

"Are you kidding me Gin? My screen name isn't Resident Evil, it's Silentscope47, an arcade game," he told her, and she blushed a little bit as she opened the door to her room.

"I forgot, okay? Besides, it isn't so bad, we got to talking, and we still talk when we're both online," she told her friend, who stared at her incredulously. "What?"

"You talk to a guy online, you don't even know," he echoed dully, and she nodded, still confused. "Ginny! Do you realize how dangerous that is? Did you tell him any personal information? Does he know your name?" He asked with wide eyes, probably already imagining some disgusting middle aged man drooling at his computer.

Ginny shoved him into motion as they walked to her desk. "Hell no! Do you think I'm stupid? We gave each other some nick names; he's Dragon and I'm Cocoa," she said, sitting down at her computer to boot it up. Colin whistled in appreciation.

"Wow, this is really nice Ginny," he muttered, then shook himself back to the matter at hand. "Cocoa?" He asked her.

"Yeah, it was my mom's nick name for me when I was little," she answered vaguely, but still felt his eyes on her. "What is it now?" She asked with exasperation.

"I guess I understand, but.Cocoa?"

Ginny's only answer was a cuff to the head as she dragged him down to a chair.

***

Bah, I know it's short, but I'm in a shitty mood right now. So just leave me some reviews, and I'll really try to make the next chapter longer. Toodles! ::Goes back to job of smoting and blasting random objects in her way, occasionally saying "Bah!"::

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