Call to Destiny

Chapter 1

Room #17

Day one.

"Never again," Fifteen year old Ginny Weasley muttered stepping off the plane. That muggle contraption was a monster! Almost as bad as the Knight Bus! Ginny shuddered. All that bouncing, and wobbling and, and...

Oh well, at least she was away from Harry, Hermione, her family and the Order in general. This summer she would be spending in San Francisco, California at a convention for exceptional wizards and witches. The day after she'd gotten home from Hogwarts, she'd gotten a letter inviting her to the convention! For free! Ron had been so jealous! Ginny grinned at the memory. She had been somewhat surprised that Hermione had not been invited, but then it turned out that since there were so many exceptional students, they had to chose one hundred students randomly. That didn't make Hermione any less upset though.

Now where was that bus? Ginny looked around. She was supposed to get onto bus 53, which would take her to the place where the convention was being held, Kneazle's Cave. Damn it, where was that bus? Spotting a cute guy, Ginny decided to ask him. If she was going to spend the whole summer abroad, then she better get to flirting!

"Excuse me," she began, batting her eyelashes, "I was wondering, could you tell me where bus 53 comes in at?"

He looked up at her strangely. "Right here, miss."

Ginny looked up, and, true enough, there was a sign saying 'Bus #53' right in front of her. The guy cautiously walked away from her.

Leaning on her trunk, Ginny sighed. Well, that hadn't worked. Hopefully, that was not an indication of the rest of her summer. Hopefully.

~

Ginny walked towards the counter where a strict looking woman sat. She had long black hair and brown eyes, and was wearing ordinary muggle clothes. She looked only about a few years older than Ginny, herself. There was something different about her, though Ginny couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Er, hello, my name is Ginny Weasley," she said nervously.

The woman looked up and smiled, suddenly seeming not so strict. "Your from Hogwarts, right?"

Ginny nodded.

"Alright, just a second, honey," she said and walked into a room farther behind her.

Ginny took this opportunity to look around. Kneazle's Cave looked very muggle like. It looked nothing like the Leaky Cauldron. Kneazle's Cave looked much more modern, the walls were painted a light beige color, and had a abstract paintings on the walls with some comfy looking couches along the walls. It looked very much like a Muggle hotel. All in all, Ginny thought, it was a nice change from what she was used to.

"There's been a slight problem with the rooming, Ginny," the woman said coming back into the lobby.

Ginny's stomach sank horribly. Oh no, they were sending her home! She swallowed as the woman continued.

"Would you mind rooming with a boy from your school?"

Ginny let out a shaky breath. They weren't sending her home! Then the woman's question registered in her mind. Ginny grinned, after living with six brothers, living with one boy would be a piece of cake!

"The room is very big, so you probably won't be in each other's way," the witch explained.

"It's fine," Ginny assured her with a smile.

The woman gave a smile, and handed Ginny a key, "You are in room seventeen, Ginny."

~

Walking down the hall, Ginny wondered, what boy she'd be rooming with? Stupid! Why hadn't she asked who? Did she know him? Was he a Gryffindor? Hopefully he wasn't younger than her!

Here she was. The room she'd be spending the entire summer living in. Ginny looked at the gold number '17' right above the knocker. Slowly, she opened the door. The red head looked around. No one was here yet. With a fresh wave of excitement, she began to explore the room. When the witch at the front desk had said the room was big, she wasn't kidding! It was more like an apartment than a room! The walls were painted the same beige as the lobby was, with a dark burgundy carpet, that looked so soft, you just wanted to take your shoes off and walk on it.

Currently, she was in a small living room, which held a loveseat, a small armchair, a muggle television and a small table. Dropping her things on the small loveseat, Ginny walked into the dining/kitchen area, dragging her trunk behind her. There was a small round table with four chairs, a bar with two, a sink and an oven. The was also a big white rectangular thing that looked very muggle. Cautiously, Ginny walked closer to it. It was split in two, as if there were two doors. She opened the left one, and a gust of cold air rushed out at her. Ginny thought she remembered Hermione describing something like this thing. A person put food in there to keep it cold, it was called a regrigertator, or something like that. On the counter, next to the regrigertator, there was a small rectangular... thing. It had numbers on it, and it also said things like, 'popcorn' and 'pizza' on it. Ginny made a mental note to ask somebody about it.

She walked down the tiny corridor and opened a door. It was the bathroom. It had a bathtub/shower taking up about a third of the small bathroom, a counter with two sinks and one big mirror took up the other side, with a plain white toilet next to it. Okay, Ginny thought. Showers were going to be a problem, she just hoped her roommate was neat. She closed the door, and opened the one right across from it, obviously the bedroom. There were two twin beds with white sheets and blue comforters. A small closet, two sets of drawers, and a mirror. Ginny dropped her trunk on the bed nearest the window and the closet. Sighing happily, she went back into the living room for the rest of her things.

As she passed the door, Ginny heard a key turn the lock. She stopped. Oh Merlin! He was here!

"Hi, I'm Gin-" her voice cut off as the guy turned around. A startled, gray eyed blond looked at her.

"Weasley?"

"Malfoy?"

The two stood, staring at each other in disbelief.

"This has got to be some cruel joke," Ginny concluded. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"I could ask you the same," Malfoy sneered. Ginny stormed right past him. Hearing that he wasn't following her, she spun on her heel and glared at him.

"Well?" Ginny snapped.

Malfoy look very confused. If she hadn't been so angry, she would have laughed. "Where are you going?"

"To straighten this out," Ginny glared, and stomped off. This time, Malfoy followed her. Merlin help her, she was not going to let Malfoy ruin her summer!