Chapter 1

Perfection, Well For Some Anyway.

Draco Malfoy sat at his window staring through at the sunset. He had been awake all night thinking about his father, Lucius Malfoy. Thinking about his life after his father had been sent to Azkaban almost a month earlier. It had been almost perfect. His mother, Narcissa, had changed and so had he. Golden Boy had finally defeated Voldemort and his life, dare he say it, was actually normal. Their Dark Marks had fallen away with the dead skin and this meant, to both his and his mother's relief, they were finally free from the clutches of Lucius and more importantly, Voldemort.

He jumped and almost fell out of the chair he was sitting in at the unexpected knock on the door. Why would his mother be knocking on his door at five o'clock in the morning? He was a little worried but unknown to him he had absolutely no reason to be.

"Yeah?" Draco asked as he waited for the door to open. Narcissa walked in and gave Draco, who was still in jeans and a t-shirt, a concerned look. Draco shot her an equally concerned look as they both asked the same question.

"What are you doing up at five o'clock in the damn morning?"

"You first!" They once again said in synch. They both shot the other very stern looks, even though they were fighting the urge to smile. Narcissa was the first to give in and walked into the bedroom to kneel down next to her son. She once again asked him why he was up so early in the morning. Draco, figuring that he had best mind his mother, told her about how he couldn't sleep due to his lingering thoughts.

"I miss him." Draco said in a disbelieving tone. He couldn't figure out why he missed him so much. His father had been so cruel to him in the past and now he was gone. This should make him happy, shouldn't it?

"Because he's your father." His mother answered, apparently knowing exactly what Draco was thinking, moving his platinum blonde hair out of his troubled, storm gray eyes as he hung his head. "You miss him because you love him and as hard as that may be to grip and as cruel as he was to us, it's true." Draco made to interrupt her with argument of not loving his father but she shushed him and told him to get some rest. As she made to walk out of the door, Draco asked why she was up so early.

"I was writing a letter" she replied as she closed the door. She peeked in again and said sternly as she smiled, "Now get some sleep or I'll force a sleeping draught down your throat."

Draco minded his mother knowing that she would never force anything down his throat but knew all to well that she would probably sneak it into his drink while he wasn't paying attention. He fell into a deep sleep having told his mother everything and therefore it was no longer on his chest.

"Have you seen my practice quaffle, Ronald?" Ginny questioned, extremely suspicious that Ron had taken her quaffle to practice with Harry without permission. He had done this many times before was almost always guilty when it was missing. You could always tell when he was guilty when he looks at her in the most scandalized look and sort of stutters as he answers, much like this time, "I…uh…have no idea where your stupid quaffle is Ginny." He sounded pretty honest but Ginny wasn't going to give up just because he sounded innocent.

"Likely story, oh brother of mine. Come off it. Cough it up, where is it?" Ginny said interrogating Ron furthermore with a mere stare as he looked around and blinked uncontrollably. "Alright then. Harry, do be a dear and bring me my quaffle RIGHT NOW!" Ginny started to raise her voice about half way through the sentence, unable to keep the false sweetness up any longer. Harry looked at Ginny and said,

"Seriously Ginny, we haven't seen your quaffle, well, not since a few hours ago anyway." Harry grew a smile that was extremely big and then wiped it clean off when Ginny started towards him in order to flick him hard on the forehead.

"Ouch! What are you playing at?" He said, frustrated that she had hit him so hard for reasons that didn't seem to enter his brain at all.

"That," she paused, " is for being such a prat." she said proudly. She then went to look for her brothers that were two years older (A/N: Am I right, am I right? Do I get a cookie?) than Ron, Fred and George. They were the most talked about pranksters at Hogwarts and Ginny figured they might have something to do with the mysterious disappearance of her quaffle. Then again, she thought she could bet all the money she had that he had taken it. She didn't have to resolve the issue for long though. She went outside to find her brothers, them not being in the house, and found them trying to bury something in the ground.

"What are you doing?" She eyed the hole in the ground suspiciously and tried to see what was in it. Fred and George moved swiftly in front of her to block her view of the pit so she couldn't see the medium-sized, red quaffle sitting there in the dirt.

Fred and George each thought for a second thinking up what they were going to say. After about thirty seconds, they responded.

"Ah, Ginny. Dear, dear Ginny. What are you doing trying to peak at your going away present?"

"Oh, you're going to re-give me my quaffle for a going away present? How bloody sweet of you!" she said very sarcastically. She was started to get very angry at the fact that no one had ever had any respect for any of her things. She looked at her brothers with such a-such a look that they turned around almost instantly to return the quaffle back to their petite, red-headed, younger sister before she could do that Bat-Bogey Hex that she did oh so well. With that, Ginny went back into the house, locked her quidditch supplies in her trunk, and took and long nap.

She awoke right before dinner, her stomach growing at her angrily for not eating since breakfast, and went down-stairs for dinner. After stuffing herself with meat pies and pumpkin juice, she headed to her room to go to sleep. She couldn't help wondering: Why the hell were her brothers such a pain? "Oh,brothers are such a pain!" She sighed. She slept that night and dreamt of a hooded figure following her everywhere. She noticed that the only thing visible on its face was its troubled, storm gray eyes. She awoke with such a start that she almost rolled off her bed. She recognized those eyes from somewhere. But where?

A/N: Yes, yes I know. The whole I Dream of(you arenot going to know the eyes yet!even though you probably alreadydo but you never know)thing is a little corny but it's gonna hafta work, got it? Good, now feed me grapes like good mortals.hehe(jk of course). BTW, anyone who doesn't know who the Golden Boy is they'll have to read the books and pay attention to context clues. Nah, I would never be too mean to my inferiors, wait, I wasn't sposed to type that. Ignore that last comment there----------------------------- and the Golden Boy is Harry Potter. But I'm pretty sure you already knew that.din't ya.

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