Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I would also like to note that I was inspired by some elements of George RR Martin's song of Ice and Fire (which I highly recommend reading). Much of what I tell of Dragon's is influenced by this book.

A/N: Here's the 3rd chapter. Those of you have read the original you should have already noticed quite a difference in my approach this time around. Don't worry certain things are not going to be cut (I still want to do my quidditch scene which were originally met with great enthusiasm. Please Read and Review, I adore them.

Chapter three:

Ginevra

"You are foul creature, Malfoy." Ginny hissed, her eyes glaring daggers at the pretentious Slytherin.

"You know, Weaselette, I'm disappointed in you. Here I was hoping for a decent comeback, and what do you do? You throw out Granger's automatic response to any and every word I say. Shame, shame." Draco Malfoy tsked, waggling his index finger at her as though she was a small child who had been awfully naughty.

"Does that mean you prefer pathetic, asinine, prurient, abominable, loathsome, malodorous troll of a git." Ginny asked, her voice deadpan and her eyes dancing with mirth.

Malfoy merely arched one eyebrow at her and smirked. "Are you quite finished?"

" I believe I covered all the basics or have you thought of another appropriate adjective I can latch onto your title?" Ginny asked, a smirk forming on her own lips.

"You forgot devilishly handsome."

"I have never met the devil, but I must assume he is fairly repugnant if you resemble him in any way, shape, or form. " The redhead replied flippantly "

"Hmm, so it seems your family was able to acquire enough money to purchase a dictionary," a vicious smile graced his face. " Did Daddy get a raise? An extra Knut that allowed him to pick one up from the used bin at Flourish and Blotts."

"Now who is original, Ferret boy? Wow, no one has ever insulted my family's financial troubles before." She gasped in mock astonishment. "I am completely stunned by the cleverness of you."

Ginny had always been a generally sweet girl, who had a nasty temper when provoked. This had not been common knowledge to anyone but her family until the end of her fourth year. When the bat bogey hex had been unleashed so had Ginny's tight reign of her emotions.

In an effort to make Harry Potter see her as a woman, Ginny had kept her temper in check, careful to act poised and graceful, just as a lady should according to her mother. Fifth year had been a breaking point, first with Michael Corner's pettiness, Professor Um-bitch, and then Draco Malfoy with his Inquisitorial squad; it had just been too much. Ginny Weasley had snapped and with it came the war; Draco Malfoy now had a personal vendetta against her.

"Fucking bint," Draco said, his voice laced with venom.

"Proud to be. Now, if you will excuse me, Captain peroxide, I am going to spend my free period in the company of someone worth while." Ginny said while saluting him as she backed away from the Great Git.

Ginny was halfway down the corridor when she heard him screech, "I do not fucking bleach my hair!"

Whenever Ginny came out on top in her arguments with Malfoy a great feeling of accomplishment would wash over her. Malfoy had the tongue of a viper and the death stare of a Nundu. The thrill of victory stayed with her until she pulled out a piece of parchment from her bag.

Looking at the paper in her hands Ginny groaned.

Miss Weasley,

During your free period please come to my office. Do not dally.

Professor Severus Snape

Potions Master

There was no logical reason for this summons that Ginny could fathom. She excelled at potions, never spoke unless spoken to in fear she might accidentally lose her temper and with it house points. Snape probably just wanted to scare her.

Yeah, like that is going to happen. Snape would never summon a Weasley to his office unless he was doling out punishment.

Ginny reached Snape's office sooner than the young Gryffindor wished. Steeling herself for whatever God awful fate was in store, she knocked. The door flung open in a matter of moments, and a curt 'Miss Weasley' was issued.

Snape strode back to his desk; the only invitation inside was the door still being open. Ginny slipped inside behind her professor. Once he sat down in his chair, his elbows planted firmly on the mahogany surface and fingers pressed together in an arching manner did Severus Snape speak.

"Sit."

Ginny sat.

"Miss Weasley, do you realize why I have summoned you here?"

To make me feel like gum on the bottom of your loafer and exact mental torture due to my anguishing over what I have done?

"No, Professor, I have no clue as to what this visit may be in regard to."

"This year I have a very small class of Advanced Potions students. In spite of many young wizards aspiring to become Aurors, many decided to achieve the minimum requirement for potions. I have a class of seven at the moment." Snape explained.

Ginny was unsure what this had to do with her, but she nodded accordingly, and waited patiently to see what exactly Snape was getting at.

"As I'm sure you have noticed, my sixth year classes are packed full. It seems since the war broke out our students have become quite taken with become heroes." He sneered.

"Yes there has been an outbreak of interest in becoming an Auror as a profession." Ginny agreed, unsure of what to say.

"So it would seem," Snap said before continuing. "I need an even number for my advanced class. Some of the potions we will be endeavoring to brew will require two pairs of hands. The uneven number will leave one student without partner. "

"Sir," Ginny said, anxious to get to the point. He could not possibly be saying what she thought he was saying.

"Loath as I am to admit it, you, Miss Weasley, are the best in your year. You are adept at potion making and not nearly as idiotic as the rest of your fellow students. Hence you shall be attending Advanced Potions as opposed to your current class. Your schedule had been adjusted accordingly; it will be implemented tomorrow." He said, thrusting a schedule at her.

Ginny reached for the parchment in his grip with shaking hands. This could not be happening; how could this be happening?

"You may leave now." Snape said, his distaste evident.

Unwilling to stay and face the potion master's wrath, Ginny jumped to her feet and rushed out the door. She was now thrust into a sea of bodies, students milling about, rushing to reach their classes. Snape's meeting had taken only a few minutes, meaning classes were just about to start.

Pushing her way through the various hoards of students, Ginny was able to finally reach Gryffindor tower. When she was finally ensconced in her dormitory, Ginny exhaled a huge sigh of relief.

Why do the Gods hate me?

Ginny dropped the satchel she'd been carrying to the ground and lurched toward her bed. A short nap was exactly what she needed, sleep would help clear her mind and make this whole ordeal easier. Flopping down onto the bed, Ginny settled in for a nice bit of kip.

Tap, tap, tap..

Why me?

Prying one eye open, Ginny squinted at the window. A grey blur was fluttering outside, a brown blur bobbing directly beneath it. Counting down from ten, she calmed herself and slid out of bed.

Upon opening the window the grey blur, which she now determined to be an owl, swooped inside and landed on her recently abandoned bed. The 'blur', as Ginny decided to dub the bird, was nudging the package it had held with its beak.

Ginny frowned in puzzlement. It was a decent sized package, about the size of a breadbox, and Ginny was stumped as to who, why, and what. A cream colored envelope emblazoned with 'Ginevra Weasley' in the writing of Charlie Weasley, tipped her off as to the who. Why and what were still a mystery.

Opening the envelope, Ginny eye's brightened with anticipation. She rarely received packages and to receive a package and a letter from her elder brother was a great treat. Flipping open the folded parchment that had lain inside, Ginny started to read.

Ginny,

It has been too long since I last saw my favorite sibling (don't tell Ron) and I have exciting news. I have been in Hawaii for the past few months, a nice hiatus from Romania. A large fossilized nesting ground was discovered by a group of muggle archeologists. We had a lot on our hands, casting memory charms and attempting to relocate the fossilized eggs.

Our encampment is flooded with excitement; there are millions of eggs here, Gin. They are of varying sizes and coloring; there is this one that looks ice blue, and has a diamonds encrusted in it. They are beautiful, as you will soon see for yourself.

I must confess, Mum will be disappointed in me; it seems I have a bit of the twin's moral ambiguity, after all. A few of my fellow Dragon trainers and myself, pilfered an egg each for our selves while no one was looking. There are over a thousand eggs here and we know they will either be dissected or thrown in a museum, so we wanted to keep a few. I wanted some heirloom to pass down through the generations. We don't have anything valuable and now we do.

I am sure you are eager to open your present. It's an early birthday gift; I couldn't wait and I know you will love it.

Much love,

Charlie

P.S. If you are interested I was hoping you could come apprentice at the ranch this summer. Let me know soon and I can start buttering Mum up.

Ginny carefully slid her letter back into the envelope and placed it on her desk. She always kept every letter her brothers sent her; she was aware that in the future it might well be the only piece of them she had.

The package was fairly non descript, slightly rectangular and brown. The excitement induced her into ripping the brown packaging off and what lie underneath left Ginny in awe. A small chest was before her; it was mahogany and intricate designs were carved into it.

Skimming her fingers across the wooden surface, Ginny felt out the various characters marked within the grain. Dragons in various stages of life flowed over the box; one flapped its wings while another was spurting fire. Bringing her hand to the silver latch, Ginny held her breath and opened he lid.

Oh my God!

Black onyx and diamond glared at her from it's nesting place in the chest. The surface glinted with tints of purples and blues as the small stones sparkled. Ginny reach out her hand and the moment her fingers came into contact with the hard shell warmth spread through her. It was in that moment she knew what she wanted to do with her life.

Rushing to her desk, Ginny shuffled through the drawers looking for parchment and quill. A few minutes later she scribbled a reply to Charlie's letter.

Charlie,

Start buttering up, Mum. I want to apprentice at the reserve. I want to work with dragons. I'm in love, completely.

Thank you for the greatest treasure of all; the egg is beautiful.

Love your forever-grateful sister,

Ginny