Wisteria Blooms

Where Tom Riddle is a proper and overachieving Minister of Magic(if a bit of a tyrant), Grindelwald as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Ginny Weasley who's always known, ever since she can remember, that her family is slightly above dirt poor so she's decided to be her mother's apprentice in everything domestic.

Then, there's Draco Malfoy who simply was the total opposite of what she is in everything but blood status.

Prologue

Molly Weasley had always given birth in the Burrow. She'd always known she's strong enough to go through everything with only a midwife to guide her through the baby's delivery. It was cheaper that way and she'd never had any complication.

The sound of the baby's powerful wail reverberated inside the Burrow and the cheers and jeers of her sons answered from the living room. The midwife made quick work cleaning her youngest child.

"Well, Molly" the midwife uttered in wonder. "You never did a gender check, huh?"

"We've always known the baby's a boy, Helen" Molly answered and managed a barely-there eye roll despite being bone tired.

Helen shook her head as she covered the baby with a blanket. Molly's eyes managed to widen in awe and disbelief when Helen muttered a Colovaria and the blanket turned pink. She handed her the baby and even after checking for the gender herself, still found it hard to believe she now has a baby daughter.

Her daughter was a sight to behold.

It was a moment later when the door burst open and Arthur came barreling to her side, not like there's really much space to be barreling into. When he noticed the color of the baby's blanket, he simply stared not even at their baby's face but the blanket instead. It was only when Molly cleared her throat that he looked his daughter's face. Slowly, the color started to burn his cheeks and his eyes widen with clear bliss.

"Oh, Molly," he whispered as he grabbed his wife's hand, his gaze filled with adoration. "Thank you."

Molly laughed despite the tears brimming in her eyes. She then carefully handed her over like she was made of glass. Arthur reciprocated the gesture with equal care.

"What a beautiful little thing she is," Arthur marveled at the sight of the tiny babe in his arms, his eyes twinkling with suppressed tears. Molly beamed up at him, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Neither noticed Helen leave the room with a smile on her face. Five boys entered the room, with Bill, the eldest, carrying Ronald, the youngest of the lot, in his arms.

"It's true," Charlie muttered. "We really do have a sister now."

Bill was the first one to congratulate his parents then Percy. The twins had already climbed the bed to take a closer look at the newest addition to the family.

"What's her name?" asked Bill.

The couple gave each other a look and was quiet for a while.

"Ginevra," Molly answered her eldest son.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley," Arthur told them all, his voice proud.

"Ginevra," the twins chorused then frowned.

"Ginny, then," Charlie said. "Ginevra's a bit too mouthful. The couple shrugged and conceded. Bill asked if he can hold her and of course he can, he's practically a master babysitter, said Charlie and everyone laughed.

CHAPTER ONE: The Epiphany

She was born Ginevra Molly Weasley, the 7th child of Arthur and Molly, the first female born to the Weasley line for several generations. To say the least, she was the topic of Pureblood tea parties for weeks after Molly gave birth to her even though Molly's nonattendance was commonplace.

She was four when she realized what it means to be poor. She'd never gone to an excursion outside the premises of the Burrow before. For her, it was normal for a house to look that awkwardly erect. It was normal for a family to plant their own crops in their backyard and degnome it without gnome control. It was normal to share clothes with each other. For Ginny, the only way to have new clothes is for one to knit them. It was for this reason why she had grown to look forward to Christmas- to receive a new knitted jumper from her mom. Everything she'd witnessed was normal, even having a ghoul in the attic as a family pet was normal.

She realized that it wasn't so when her mother brought her along to a quick grocery run. She was four when she saw the world outside the Burrow. Magic wasn't simply for domesticity. Magic isn't boring as she thought it is. It wasn't used to clean the dishes, dry the clothes, or knit a jumper when you're not in the mood to do it yourself. Everywhere she looked, there were magical imprints. She couldn't help but feel duped by her own family. The witches and wizards' clothing and hats aren't knitted at all. For the first time in her life, despite her very young age, she felt ashamed of her favorite white jumper. Diagon Alley was a wake-up call.

"Mum," she called as she pulled the hem of her mother's robes.

"Yes, Ginny?" asked her mom, eyes cast on the tea bags on the shelf. Aunt Muriel was coming over tomorrow for an abrupt visit so she had to make this grocery call.

"Can I have a chocolate frog?" she asked and pointed at the rack containing the lot.

She watched as her mother try to suppress the embarrassed and pained expression on her face before telling her that she was sorry she can't have the chocolate frog.

"It's okay, Mum," she told her when she realized what she had just made her mother go through. "I don't think it tastes as good as it says anyway." She beamed at her and let her concentrate on the teabags.

Ginny resigned herself to watching people approach the sweets corner as they grab box after box of the Chocolate Frog. There was this one boy who took four boxes without even thinking twice about it and looked around as if in search of someone. His hair was shimmery blond almost white and he looked better-looking than any of her brothers. He looked really clean.

"Mrs. Weasley, fancy running into you here," a very smooth sounding voice woke Ginny out of her reverie. She looked up to see her Mum facing a very beautiful witch wearing very nice clothes.

"Lady Malfoy," Molly smiled at the witch.

"What are you looking for if I may ask?" she smiled back and though Ginny wasn't an expert when it comes to smiles, the beautiful witch named Lady Malfoy's smile wasn't as warm as her mum's.

"Just tea," Molly said awkwardly.

"Oh, are you hosting a tea party?" surprise flooded Lady Malfoy's voice.

"No, no," Molly shook her head. "It's just Aunt Muriel. She's coming over to see the kids tomorrow and we've run out of tea."

"I see," Lady Malfoy seemed to ponder about it for a second before grabbing a pack of tea leaves from the rack. "I always prefer this one. It has an excellent scent and it's not that strong."

It says at the pack, Wisteria Blooms.

Molly bit her lip at the sight of it. Ginny knew it wasn't one of the ones she was considering buying a while ago. Ginny watched Lady Malfoy tilt her head to the side, confused. She must've noticed how her mum wasn't making any gesture of reaching for it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Lady Malfoy put a delicate hand over her mouth. "I was so insensitive, forgive me."

Ginny watched her mum turn red like a tomato at that.

"It's a little above your husband's paygrade, isn't it?" Lady Malfoy asked, her voice suddenly sounding colder. "Shame." And she dropped the Wisteria Blooms in her grocery basket before bidding Molly a goodbye. Not once did the witch turn to look at Ginny. It was as if she'd never existed. She followed Lady Malfoy away with her gaze and watched her approached the boy standing in front of the sweets corner, the one who grabbed four boxes of Chocolate frogs and a handful of other sweets.

It was at this moment, that Ginny learned what it meant to be poor. This was that moment that her four-year-old self will either resent being poor or embrace it as she'd always have. She'd always loved the way she'd lived and she didn't really know what she was missing until that moment.

That night, Ginny lay awake on her bed thinking of everything that happened that day. There were Diagon Alley and all the magic it embodies. Next, there are the chocolate frogs she coveted but couldn't get. Then, there's Lady Malfoy and his son who can have four boxes of it. Her mind finally settled on the purple colored Wisteria Blooms.

She fell asleep and dreamt about magic and giant purple frogs she'd managed to slay before waking up the next day.

She sat upright on her bed and watched as the sun rises from the horizon, slowly illuminating her small room. It was at the moment, that she swore she's going to embrace being poor but she will one day be able to drink Wisteria Blooms every day of her life. And if there's one other thing she learned about what she witnessed yesterday, it was what it means to be rich.

So, if it meant that she had to be as rich as Lady Malfoy to be able to drink Wisteria Blooms tea every day of her life, then she'd take it.