Disclaimer: Well you all know the old 'I don't own Harry Potter' thing so I'll say 'I don't own the real HP; I'm just playing with the characters like with puppets.

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Problems with the Weasleys

Ginevra went to the kitchen to get some food for her 'guests'. She took two bowls of the still warm soup and headed to Bill and Charlie's former room. She entered only to find the two boys, each sitting on the edge of their beds glaring the other, yelling for something.

"-do not!" Draco yelled.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling your-self that!" Blaise yelled back.

"Do not!" Draco continued.

"Do too!" Blaise wasn't giving up either.

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Boys!" Ginny joined in her voice a little higher than normal.

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Hey dick-heads, shut up!" Ginevra yelled.

The boys turned to her, nasty retorts ready to be said, but saw the death glare she was giving them. "Yes, ma'am!" was all they managed to say.

"Good, now eat your soup before it gets cold." She handed them their bowls.

Five minutes later she entered her room, another bowl in her hands, this time for Pansy.

"Hey, Pans." She greeted. "Eat up before it gets cold." She handed it to her.

"Thanks." The older witch putted down something very familiar to Ginny.

"Is that my sketch book?" Ginevra asked.

"Yeah. You draw really well you know." Pansy nodded her head. "But how did you draw the last one? And why am I on it?"

"You're where?" Ginny grabbed her sketch book and stared at her last sketch. Pansy really was on it. In fact the picture was representing the arrival of Pansy, Blaise and Draco. She stared with open mouth at the talking-balloon-similar to the ones in the comic books- where she had wrote 'Dad, let them in.' so that's why it felt so familiar .She thought.

"Oh…my…God." Ginevra said flipping through her sketch book. All of her sketches were representing a moment of her life that had happened sometime after she drew it. "Pansy, if I tell you something would you think I'm crazy?"

"Depends on what you tell me." The other girl smirked. Ginny opened her mouth to tell her but was disturbed by her mother calling for her. Ginny shoot Pansy an apologetic smile and headed for the kitchen.

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Ginevra woke up some time that night, not able to fall asleep anymore the girl rolled on her stomach to see the time. It was 4am. Ginny groaned and took her sketch book. The light of the rising sun was enough for her to see what she was doing. An hour and a half later she looked at her sketch. It was very strange- Harry, Ron, Hermione, Pansy, Blaise, Draco and she were all at the Burrow's living room. Harry and Draco were glaring at each other; Blaise was absent- mindedly; Hermione and Pansy were shaking hands while Ron was staring at Pansy like it was the 1st time he had ever seen her; and Ginny was just yawning. Ginevrra couldn't help but smile at the weird scene. She felt the urge to draw something, something which has nothing to do with her crazy way of Seeing. She lowered her pencil and started making another sketch. Half an hour later she looked at her finished 'masterpiece'. It represented Pansy and Ron holding hands in front of the lake while the sun was setting. Pansy's head was resting on the boy's shoulder. Ginevra smiled at the expression of pure happiness on their faces. Okay, enough drawing for now… my hand aches! She thought and made several circles with her right wrist. She got out of bed and quickly made her morning routine heading for the kitchen afterwards.

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Somewhere around 8 o'clock peoples started to fill in the kitchen. Much to everyone's surprise- especially Molly's – Ginny had made breakfast for everyone.

"Good morning." The youngest Weasley greeted.

"Good morning." Her parents and Pansy replied, while the other two just mumbled something of the sort.

They ate in silence until a knock on the door interrupting their thoughts.

"Who is it?" Ginevra called.

"It's Santa! Really, Ginny, who do you think it is?" Answered two very familiar voices.

"Fred! George!" Ginny jumped off her chair and went for the door. Ginny gave them both a hug, grinning madly. They hugged back.

"Hallo mum, dad, Ginny, Parkinson, Zabini and Malfoy." They traced the table with their eyes. Than suddenly their smile fell from their faces replaced by a dangerous glare at Draco. "MALFOY, YOU CHEAP BASTARD!" they yelled.

"Oh, look at the time, gotta go!" Draco gave a scared smile and went for the stairs.

"You're not going anywhere until you give us our money." The twins apparated next to him clutching his upper arms.

"Malfoy, you have an explanation to give." Ginevra gave him a stern look.

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Sorry for the cliffy guys, just couldn't write more. Both explanations will be in the next chapter along with the trio's arrival. My job ends here the rest is up to you.