Holiday Madness

Chapter Two: First Meeting

I leaned against the wall and smirked at the Weaselette as she stalked past me, oh guess that should at least be "Little Weasley" now I'm helping them. The others looked after her with evident worry displayed across their faces but I just can't stand people who throw tantrums when they don't get everything their way. I would never do such a thing.

"Do you think we should have warned her? Or at least told her without Draco being here?" Harry asked. It still seems odd calling them all by their first names after so long of having to call them by derogatory terms. But that's what you have to do when your parents are spies and you don't want to be tortured.

"I don't think that would've help that much," Hermione said. "She does have a temper after all. She would just have done something with all the time to plan on her hands."

"Hermione has a point, Harry," Ron put in. "Ginny has never lost her cool at school before. She is worse than Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Percy and me together. You know that most of Fred and George's things were actually thought of by her? Gin would say things so that you wouldn't actually be able to link her to the stuff but she put heaps of ideas in the twins' heads. Like the fireworks and the swamp. They had just thought of leaving school, she put the idea of leaving with a big bang that would be hard to forget into their heads."

"Well, I think you are all being pathetically understanding of her. She's just throwing a tantrum. If you give her this attention it just will encourage her to do it again. Leave her be. She won't do anything." I pushed myself off the wall and proceeded the way we had been going. "Don't we need to do some planning about how to keep the Little Princess safe and sound?"

As we continued up the stairs to our rooms I couldn't help but think back to the day when the Golden Trio of the wizarding world had approached me and asked for my help. Little Weaselette is in trouble of being hunted by fanatical Death Eaters who believe that the Dark Lord will be able to rise again somehow. I would think that even they could tell that he is really gone this time. Harry made sure of that.

But my thoughts drifted and I found myself picturing the way that the light in Weaselette's hair brought out the golden strands and the rich auburn colour. How the look of shock on her face had sent electric waves down my spine and emphasised her large blue eyes that were puffy in her pale face from lack of sleep. And she had a good figure, not too skinny but still slim.

Why am I thinking like this? I can't possibly be falling for her, can I?! No! No, it's just because it's true. I'm just stating the facts. She has grown up a lot and is no longer the little mousy sister who would send singing valentines to her crushes. But that's all it is. I admit that she is good looking now, what kind of male would I be if I didn't notice such things? But there is no way that I like her! Even if our families weren't at each other's throats and trying to kill each other I wouldn't.

No way.

"Draco are you okay?" I looked at the three faces that were looking back at me.

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Well we just weren't sure. What with your stopping in the middle of the stairs and not responding to us," Ron said as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

"I'm fine. Let's go. There's still more that you need to tell me."