A/N: Quick Note. When it says 4th Year it's referring to Draco's year. So in this chapter Draco is in 4th year and Ginny is in 3rd year.

4th Year

"Come on Draco! Give it back!" Ginny Weasley was jumping up, her arm outstretched as far as it could go, trying to get her diary out of Draco Malfoy's hand-which was, unfortunately, just a few inches too tall for her.

"But there's so much information to learn here Weasel." Draco laughed as he moved now and then to keep the diary from Ginny. His laugh was more of a mischievous chuckle. Ginny couldn't understand why he always bugged her…then again he was Draco Malfoy.

Ginny gave a frustrated groan and then let her arm fall back to her side and took a step back. Draco had a smug grin that said 'I Win' as he slowly brought his arm back down as well. Then it was Ginny's turn to smirk as she suddenly charged forward, tackling him.

Draco yelped as they both tumbled to the ground, the diary flying out of his hand and landing a couple feet away in the grass. "What the hell Weasel!?"

"You shouldn't have taken my diary from me!" Ginny retorted in a matter-of-fact tone as she began to move off of Draco.

"What the hell Ginny!" Ron's voice suddenly bellowed, scaring both of them. It was late afternoon, the last few days of Spring Break. Normally they would still be at home but everyone was get a bit restless and they decided in the end to return to school early. Unfortunately, Draco had stayed at the school so they had him to deal with, or more so – Ginny had to deal with him.

Ginny scrambled to her feet and quickly grabbed her diary. "He stole my diary and wouldn't give it back!" Ginny protested as Ron grabbed her by the arm.

"Come on, you don't need to be anywhere near this slime." Ron growled, practically dragging and flailing and protesting Ginny away.

A full month had gone by since Spring Break ended and Ginny thought maybe Draco had finally put someone else on the top of his list. He hadn't bothered her at all since that fiasco with her diary…maybe Ron and Harry beat some sense in to him, but she doubted it. If they had they would have surely gotten detention and neither of them had said a word about detention yet.

Ginny was relieved that she did have to deal with his constant teasing and badgering…and then she walked right in to him. She took a startled step back and Draco blinked a bit, putting his hands up. "Don't tackle me again Weasel, you're the one who isn't paying attention."

Ginny had to pause a moment, that didn't sound like something Draco would say, well the second part at least. Then she narrowed her eyes. "My. Name. Is. GINNY!" She shouted, causing the other students to stop and stare for the briefest of moments before carrying on. Ginny scowled, turning a shade of scarlet before turning on her heels and quickly walking away while Draco just watched her leave, wide-eyed and a little puzzled looking.

"A sorry would have been just fine!" He called after her, but when she turned around he was already gone.

"I just don't understand 'Mione. What's his problem?"

Hermione shrugged. "It's Malfoy, Ginny. He's a jerk and he doesn't make any sense. He just likes to harass us."

"It's getting on my nerves though. I wish he would just find someone else to bother."

The two girls were walking down near the lake, it was just after dinner so there was still some light. Hearing voices up ahead, they didn't pay too much attention until Hermione put out a hand to stop Ginny, spotting Draco and someone who she was fairly sure was Blaze.

They shared another look before moving quietly in to the shadows of a nearby tree so they could listen.

"Hang on just one second," Blaze was saying, "Are you tellin' me that you have a thing for the Weasley girl?!"

"What?! No! I didn't say that." Draco quickly protested.

"Draco. You just said "She's not so bad, maybe I should stop harassing her so much.' "

"That doesn't mean I have a…a thing for the muggle loving brat!"

Present Day

Daphne dissolved in to giggles as Ron attempted impressions of all the different voices. No matter how many times he told the story, she always giggled. It amazed her that he remembered so much about, well, everything. "How come Daddy was is denial?"

"Well," Ron stood up and stretched, gathering their empty tea cups and putting them on the tray. "Your father came from a very pure blooded family. One that looked down on normal people and thought that anyone who associated with them willingly were as low on the chain as they were."

"But he loved Mom enough to go against all that?"

"Eventually he came around, or else you wouldn't be here." He smiled at her and picked up the tray. "Now get ready for bed. I'll tell you more after you and Aunt Hermione get back from your shopping tomorrow."