Chapter One

"Ginny! Wake up! We are going to Diagon Alley today," her mother called up the stairs.

Ginevra groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over her head.

"Ginevra Diane Weasley! You get out of that bed right this instant or you'll be in so much trouble that you won't be through with your punishment when you go to school!" her mother shouted at her.

"Fine!" she shouted back.

Ginevra rolled out of bed and set her feet on the floor. She ran to the bathroom to get a shower. She just beat her brothers. Smiling in triumph, she let the hot water hit her body.

"Sometime today! There are others in this house that need showers too!" her brother George called.

She just rolled her eyes and shouted back.

"I don't care. I just got in here! If you want to get a shower so bad, then start getting up before me. Then there won't be a problem. Leave me alone," she yelled.

She got out and went back into her room. She dressed in a black leather halter and a black mini skirt. She put on a silver necklace with a fox charm on it. As she examined it, she thought about who sent it to her.

'I can't believe that Malfoy actually bothered to find out the day of my birthday. I love the charm. I guess he thinks I have the personality of a fox,' she thought.

She remembered the day she got it.

Flashback

"Happy birthday sweetie. Here you go," her mother said.

Ginevra's mother gave her the very last present.

"It came in the mail. I don't know who sent it. Go ahead and open it, dear," she said.

Ginevra tore off the brown shipping paper and saw a beautifully wrapped present done in shiny green paper with a silver bow.

'I wonder who it's from,' she thought.

Carefully taking the paper off the object, she saw a cherry wood box that was ornately carved.

"Oooohhhh! Who's it from?" Hermione squealed.

Ginevra opened the box and pulled out a card. It had been shrunk to fit in the box. Her mother enlarged it for her.

Ginevra,

Happy Birthday. I hope you like your gift. Don't worry, I haven't hexed or cursed it. You put me in mind of a fox when I see you. Doesn't like trouble, sly, cunning, smart, innocent-looking, will bite back when provoked. Basically, the picture you represent. I do hope to get to know the fox that escaped the dragon by biting back.

Yours truly,

Draco

"Well! I never would have thought that he could be so charming!" she exclaimed.

Her brother, Ron, snatched the card from her grasp.

"Who's it from?" Ron asked.

"Hey! Give that back! It's none of your business who I get cards from," she snapped.

"Malfoy! Why are you getting something from that wanker?!" Ron nearly shouted.

"Ronald Jeremiah Weasley! You don't use such language in my household! Go to your room and stay there until I say otherwise and think of a punishment!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

Ginevra smirked as she took out the necklace. When the light hit it, she gasped.

"It's beautiful!" Hermione gasped.

She just gaped at it.

"Thanks, Draco," she whispered as she put it on.

End flashback

She walked downstairs. Ron saw what she was wearing and started to open his mouth about it.

"Ron, leave your sister alone. You know what happened last time," Charlie said.

"Charlie! When did you get here? How long are you staying? Oh, I missed you so much!" she squealed for the first time in several years.

"Hey little miss vixen! I missed you too," he said, picking her up and twirling her around. "I got here around six this morning. I'm staying here until you go back to school in two weeks. What do you think?"

"Two weeks! You never stay so long. What's the occasion?" she demanded.

"Business. I am here to talk to a man about some dragons that are giving him some trouble. Just don't tell mum. She thinks that I am here for other reasons. Shhh," he said in a whisper.

"Okay, Charlie. Mum, what's for breakfast before we go?" Ginevra asked.

"The usual: eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, and orange juice or milk. Here," her mother said, placing a stack of pancakes on her plate.

"Draco! Get up, sweetie. We're going to Diagon Alley today to get your school things. I can't believe that this will be your last year!" Draco's mother exclaimed.

"Yes, Mum. I'll be down in a minute," he called back to her.

He got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. His bathroom was decorated in soft blues. He pulled off his robe and stepped into the shower. He let the hot water hit his body (in a similar fashion to Ginevra, not that he knew this). When he stepped out, his clothes were sitting in the counter next to his sink. He dressed and went to meet his mother for breakfast.

"Draco, your school list came this morning. We are going to Diagon Alley. I have a few things I need to see to so I will be going with you this year. Let's eat before we go," his mother said softly.

"Yes, Mother," Draco replied.

"Oh! Draco, a letter arrived for you from your girlfriend. You never told me what her name was," Mrs. Malfoy said to him.

"Mum! She's not my girlfriend. She's just a friend from school. Her name is Ginevra. You know that," he said.

"Yes, I know her first name but I wish to know her last name. Is that so much to ask?" she persisted.

'You have no idea,' he thought.

"No mum. Just remember: I warned you!" he said in a slightly sarcastic tone. "Her name is Ginevra Weasley."

His mother gasped.

"Draco! Is she a nice girl? What does she look like? What kind of personality does she have? How does she act?" his mother fired off, surprising him.

"She's a very nice girl. I have a picture of her in my room. You've seen it. She has a nice personality. She reminds me of the mannerisms and attitude of a fox. And, wouldn't you believe it, If you didn't know she was a Weasley, you would think she was one of the upper-class society," Draco described to her. "You almost can't tell she's a Weasley because her hair isn't bright red like everyone else's. It's more of an auburn colour."

He grabbed the letter from his eagle owl. He read what she wrote.

August 16, 1998

Draco,

I just wanted to say hi. I'm bored out of my mind and no one else wants to talk to me. My brother is pissed that I stay in touch with his archenemy. Anyway, we are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and I wanted to know if we would see you there. I hope so. Some change in this sea of red-orange would be delightful. See you there (hopefully).

Sincerely,

Ginevra

"Well, today's the seventeenth, right? We'll be seeing the Weasleys today. You might be able to meet her," he told her.

"Great!"