Weasels, Dragons and Dreams

Ginny woke up at seven to the sounds of Hendrix playing the guitar, and two annoyingly cheerful voices shouting at the top of their lungs along with the lyrics.

"YOU KNOW YOU'RE A SWEET LITTLE HEART BREAKER!" She heard that one line and jumped out of the bed, running down to the common room. There, in the middle of it all stood Fred and George playing their air Guitars, some sort of muggle music tool. "I WANT TO MAKE YOU MINE! ALL MINE!!"

"SHUT UP!!" Several voices screamed, making the twins grin largely and the music stop.

"Hi lil sister! Didn't think we could let you ruin our plans now, did you?" George asked, bowing towards the group around him. "Charlie told us alllll about it!"

"How'd you guys get in here, anyways? You're supposed to be in Hogsmeade setting up shop!" Ron asked, still in his PJ's with his hair sticking in odd angles.

"Ve Haf Our Vays, brover dearest." Fred stated, using his wand to light his face up strangely. "Plus, you didn't expect us to forget all we learned on the Marauders map, now did you? What a git."

"You could have just visited like regular people, you know. You didn't have to sneak in!" Ginny stated, torn between laughter at their antics and annoyance at their childishness. She looked down to see she had forgotten to put Little Draco away before coming down, and quickly hid him behind her back. It just wasn't quick enough.

"Hey! If it isn't our favorite victim! Come on Gin, hand over the stuffed rat for old times sake!" George said. Ginny yelped, pulling the small dragon out of his reach, only to wind up putting it in Fred's hands. "We'll have him back to you by daybreak, lil' sister! We swear!" All but the first years turned, accustomed to the twins antics, and walked up to their beds to get a few more minutes of sleep. She groaned, watching as they bounced out of the room. This was another reason she had never been a morning person, there were too many in her family already.

When the Gryffindor group trudged down to their table they weren't very surprised to see the twins and Charlie sitting there already. Charlie looked at her with a shrug, mouthing the words "I'm Sorry." to her. She rolled her eyes, already seeing the slight grin on his face, and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Great look, Weasel. Maybe you should package it." She almost bit her tongue at the sound of Draco speaking to her from behind. "You could sell it to old hags trying to scare away small children."

Ginny tried to make a comment, but by the time she had turned he was already gone. Sitting at the Slytherin table smirking at her, no doubt. The sight of Fred making her stuffed dragon wave at her took all thoughts of the arrogant prat away fast enough. She ran to the table, soon caught up in a game of keep away between her brothers, even Charlie had trouble not getting involved.

"Ahem... As wonderful as it is to see family... Bonding." Dumbledore's amused voice broke their fun up quickly, leaving Fred holding the small dragon and Ginny glaring at all of her brothers. "I would think that we might introduce our... unexpected guests." Both Fred and George grinned largely, standing to bow towards all of the students. "Allow me to introduce two of Hogwarts finest..." The rest of the Weasley family choked on their pumpkin juice at this word. "Graduates, and the owners of Weasley's Wizards Wheezes, Fred and George Weasley!"

"Oh no, I could have sworn it was Gred and Feorge... Isn't that right brother?" Fred asked, a perfectly innocent look on his face.

"Oh yes, I suppose we shall have to change the names on our underwear now, Gred. Or is it Feorge?" The two grinned, ignoring the bright red face of their sister, then turned to the food as though they had done nothing out of place.

"Great, it's a family reunion." Draco said sarcastically, memories of the train ride still firmly in his mind. The twins turned, smirking at him to remind him of their promise, though, thankfully, the three of them were the only ones that knew what that look meant. It seemed he was under closer watch then he had thought. And to think, all this for an annoying little red head... He glanced over at the girl in question, unconsciously grinning as she tried to grab her dragon while no one was looking. Fred moved it out of her reach though, teasing her as she pouted.

"Drakkie, what are you smiling about?" Pansy Perkinson asked, slightly miffed at the fact he was looking at the Gryffindor's table without making amusing comments. Draco was the only entertainment at the Slytherin's table, after all. The rest of the goon squad wasn't intelligent enough to make sarcastic remarks. Goyle's best insult so far? "Hey, look at that guy... He looks really... stupid." And then he grinned like an idiot expecting to be praised.

"Just blinded by the red, Pansy." Draco stated easily, turning back to his meal. Out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw the littlest redhead making faces at him, but when he turned to sneer she was already focused on her plate. The twins, who were on either side of her, smiled menacingly at him, which made a tremor of fear race down his back. Draco glared at them as they grinned and waved, irritated by the fact they had gotten to him.

Breakfast was over too soon for Ginny. Each of the Weasley siblings went their own way, Charlie to his first class, the twins back to Hogsmeade, having little Draco wave 'Bye bye' to her as they walked out the front door. Fred was whistling a very familiar tune as he went, making Ginny blush slightly. Ron went off with Harry and Hermione as usual, and Ginny was left alone. She sighed, tossing her backpack over her shoulder and slowly walking towards her first class. It was much harder to be herself when she wasn't surrounded by people who knew who that 'Self' was.

"Well, well! If it isn't the littlest Weasel!" She turned, already knowing what to expect by the very familiar drawl, except this time, Draco wasn't alone. She looked up to find Crabbe and Goyle on her left and right, Draco standing directly in front of her, smirking. "What? No comment? You aren't so brave without your big bad brothers to hide behind, now are you?"

Ginny stepped back automatically, her hands clenching so tightly on her backpack that they turned white. Her eyes kept jumping from Crabbe to Goyle, and back. What the...Draco tilted his head slightly, considering his options.

"Crabbe, Goyle. Get lost, wouldn't want the little weasel to have a heart attack, now would we?" They laughed, a little too late, but that was to be expected. He glared at them until his order clicked in their miniscule brains and they left. "Now we're on equal ground weasel, well, as equal as a muggle lover and I can be." He smirked, expecting her to come up with something worthy of his time. She still said nothing, her face slightly pale.

"Foxy! Dun dun duh! Foxy!" The voice of someone singing under their breath registered in their minds. Ginny started to gain her color, her brown eyes dancing slightly. Charlie rounded the corner, his big leather jacket hooked on the end of his finger and thrown over his shoulder. "Hey Gin! I was just looking for you! You've got Trelawney, right? I thought, seeing as I was a Prof. now, I could get you out for the hour and we could go get your dragon back from the twins!"

"But I thought-" She started.

"Ah, nah, I sent the first years out looking for Leprechaun gold with the Nifflers. We've got a good twenty minutes, now why don't you go give Trelawney this note for me, and we'll get going?" She grinned, taking the small parchment that was her ticket to freedom and running up the ladder. Charlie turned towards Draco, this time he didn't look near as happy as he had for his sister. "Heed me now, Malfoy. If you ever sic your goons on my little sister again I'll make sure you don't walk... Again. If you have to flirt you will do it by yourself. Or aren't you man enough?"

"I-I wasn't flirting! As if I would flirt with a... A muggle loving Gryffindor! What is it with you weasels, anyway? Don't you ever go away??" He turned, slightly disturbed at being off-centered so easily. He never even saw the smirk on Charlie's face.

Ginny dropped down, grinning happily. "She said she knew this would happen and made out my homework assignment ahead of time. I guess she forgot that my name wasn't Lavender, huh?" She waved the sheet that clearly stated Lavender across the top, and grabbed his arm. "Now lets get going! I have a bone to pick with those two." She looked over, smirking at the blonde who was trying to hide in the shadows. "Hey Malfoy! Not so brave now that you haven't your goons to hide behind, now are we?" He flushed, running his hands through his hair irritably.

When they had passed him Ginny turned, this time sticking her tongue out at him, then skipped away. He watched her go, Charlie's words resounding in his head. "I was not flirting with a Weasley! She's just... more entertaining to torment then her idiotic brother." With those words he nodded, then found himself sitting on the staircase watching for her return.

Around twenty minutes later the two redheads walked in again, Ginny hugging her 'Little Draco' to her chest tightly. Charlie caught sight of him first, a slight smirk on the redheaded Professor's face. "I've gotta go, Gin. Can't leave those first years by themselves too long, you know." With that he nodded towards the blonde and walked away, whistling.

Draco looked up slowly, seeing her standing over him. "You're in my way, Malfoy." She stated, not nearly as nervous as she had been with Crabbe and Goyle staring at her. Though mentally Ginny knew Draco was the more dangerous of the three, she still felt relatively safe around him. It was something along the lines of 'After Tom, Draco was mere child's play.'

"I'll keep Crabbe and Goyle off your back." Draco mumbled, staring down at his hands. He looked up with a glare then. "But this doesn't mean I'm doing you any favors! I'm just keeping them from doing something stupid." He stared at her, threatening her to make a comment.

"Thank you, Malfoy, It's nice to know you don't want your goon squad hurt by a little girl." Ginny stated, walking around him as regally as a queen.

"I didn- Oh, sod it. Get to class, Weasel, I'm still prefect around here." He ran his hands through his hair, a slight smile tugging on the side of his mouth. "Oh, one more thing. You never told me who that Hendrix prat was."

"He was a muggle who could play the guitar with his teeth." Ginny called over her shoulder, certain that he was just as confused as he had been before he asked.

"Oh, right. I knew that!"

"Sure, Ferret, of course you did."