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I: New


In all her young life, Ginny Weasley had never owned something new. Her clothes used to be Ron's from when he had grown out of them (and before that, they'd been Percy's). Her books were more suited to belong in a museum than on her shelf. Her low-flyer broom was the first of its kind, bought thirdhand for Bill before making its way through her line of siblings to stay with her.

And she didn't mind. She really didn't, because she didn't know it any other way.

Her first trip to Diagon Alley when she was six was certainly an enlightening one.

For one, she learned a new word. A couple, actually. "Poor" was a new one. "Wealthy" was another. She quickly discovered that her family with its lovingly-stitched and patched clothes and used everything would fall under the first category. And she met another family that would fall into the latter.

"Pretty, aren't they?" A voice interrupted her silent admiration of the countless glittering jewelry displayed in a window. Ginny glanced to the side quickly, finding a boy about her age looking at her instead of the bracelets. She thought he looked different than anyone she had ever seen: snow blond hair and un-freckled skin with eyes the color of rock marrow.

"Yeah," she said, turning back to the window and fingering her favorite purple patch on her left elbow.

"I'm getting Mother the one with the sapphires," he told her proudly, pointing at a silver bracelet with blue stones that winked at Ginny enticingly.

"I wish I could get one," she confessed sadly, eyeing a delicate gold chain with tiny red stones.

"Why can't you?"

Ginny turned to the boy at the surprise in his voice. She blinked, as if it was obvious. "I don't get new things."

The boy looked confused, before a look of determination crossed his face.

The green of his robes as they swished into the shop reminded Ginny of frost covering the pine trees outside of the Burrow during winter. A little hurt that he had abandoned her, Ginny wandered over to the next store, illuminating a gleaming racing broom that looked ten times better than her own low-flyer.

She had just heard her mother's worried call when something was shoved into her hands. The package was small and wrapped in a golden paper. Ginny turned to find the boy from earlier holding an identical package of silver paper.

"I had a few extra Galleons," he told her, embarrassed. "Don't thank me."

"Draco!"

At the call, he gave her a last, fleeting glance before hurrying over to an elegant woman with long blonde hair.

Ginny ran over to her mother, tucking the package into her threadbare coat so her mother wouldn't see.

"There you are, Ginny. I've been worried sick."

Ginny allowed herself to be smothered in her mother's warm arms, breathing in the mother smell of gingerbread and vanilla.

It wasn't until a few years later that Ginny discovered exactly who the boy was and why it had been an awfully good idea to keep the bracelet he'd given her a secret.


Total words: 520.


A/N: For the next hundred days, I'm going to be participating in this 100 Days, 100 Drabbles challenge at the DG Forum. So those of you that have me on author alert (*coughs pointedly*) should be getting about an email a day. :)

They will all be unbeta'd, and they should be 400 words or less. I've decided that the ones that go over (like this one, for instance) shall be posted as I intended and with an edited version that makes the cut down below (as you can see). So some of them will have an extra-boosted word count.

The drabbles will be of varying genres, ratings (which may go up from T if I get to that point), and universes and are not inter-related unless strictly mentioned. So! Let's see if we can do this! :D

Roma

P.S. Thanks for reading and sorry for the confusion about two almost identical (excluding the extra 120 words) drabbles!


In all her life, Ginny Weasley had never owned something new. Her clothes used to be Ron's (and before that, they'd been Percy's). Her books were more suited to belong in a museum. Her low-flyer broom was the first of its kind, bought thirdhand for Bill before making its way through her line of siblings.

She didn't mind because she didn't know it any other way.

Her first trip to Diagon Alley when she was six was certainly an enlightening one. She learned a few new words. "Poor" and "wealthy" were the important ones.

"Pretty, aren't they?" A voice interrupted her admiration of the glittering jewelry displayed in a window. Ginny glanced to the side, finding a boy looking at her instead of the bracelets. She thought he looked different than anyone she had ever seen: snow blond hair and un-freckled skin with eyes the color of rock marrow.

"Yeah."

"I'm getting Mother the one with the sapphires," he told her proudly, pointing at a silver bracelet with stones that winked at Ginny.

"I wish I could get one," she confessed, eyeing a gold chain with tiny red stones.

"Why can't you?"

Ginny turned to the boy at the surprise in his voice. She blinked. "I don't get new things."

The boy looked confused, before a look of determination crossed his face.

The green of his robes as he swished into the shop reminded Ginny of frost covering pine trees during winter. Hurt that he had abandoned her, Ginny wandered over to the next store showcasing a gleaming racing broom.

She had just heard her mother's worried call when something was shoved into her hands. The package was small and wrapped in golden paper. Ginny turned to find the boy from earlier holding an identical silver package.

"I had a few extra Galleons," he told her, embarrassed. "Don't thank me."

"Draco!"

At the call, he gave her a fleeting glance before hurrying over to an elegant woman.

Ginny ran over to her own mother, tucking the package into her coat so her mother wouldn't see.

"There you are, Ginny. I've been worried sick!"

Ginny allowed herself to be smothered in her mother's arms, breathing in the mother smell of gingerbread and vanilla.

It wasn't until later that Ginny discovered who the boy was and why it had been a good idea to keep the bracelet he'd given her a secret.


Total words: 400.