A/N: yesterday it was seven years sins I published my first story in here, so I promised a friend to do some kind of jubilee thing :-P so I made four short drabbles about what my favorite characters would be doing a night during their 6th year. I still don't own anything, but I'd really like some of them.

The first chap. Is about Harry. The second about Ginny and Draco. The third is Ron and Lavender. And the last one is about Herm and Remus

Hope you enjoy it. I really like feed back, good or bad, so please r&r

Harry was almost alone in the common room. He still had his nose in the half blood Prince's book. He liked the calm of the common room at night, when all the kids had gone to sleep and no one was looking at him. He didn't know where his friends had gone off to. Well that wasn't true, Ron was probably off with Lavender, that probably meant Hermione was at the library, and where Ginny was he never knew. It didn't matter how much he watched Ginny he never really knew what she did when she was alone. He never seamed to really understand her, but he knew he loved her. She would be a lot safer if he didn't love her, people around him always died. He missed Sirius and couldn't really believe that he was dead. Maybe if he acted on his feelings towards Ginny she would die to… on the other hand she was already at risk. They were all at risk with him around, maybe he should just leave. But what chance did he have without them. His head was filled with other peoples' memories of Voldemort, as he tried sifting through his own. The book at least kept his mind busy. He was glad the holidays were coming up soon, maybe it'd lift the spirits. He couldn't get used to the tension that filled Hogwarts. The change of scenery would do them all good. He wanted all of this to be over. He wanted Voldemort to fall down the stairs and dye. The last time he went flying he'd started thinking about what would happen if he fell of and died. At least he wouldn't have to think about killing Voldemort anymore. Would it end everything, he was the chosen one would that make Voldemort invincible. He shouldn't think about it, his mind was already dark enough. He would soon be an adult in the eyes of the community, but who was he kidding he was still a child. A child who needed this to end. He should be able to have a crush without being afraid she'd dye because of him. He didn't feel old, he felt scared. "Hello Harry." He looked up at Luna. She looked strange as always, he had taken a liking to her. She always believed him, but then again she believed everything. She'd fought beside him, he'd learned to know when he found a true friend and Luna was one of them.

"Hi Luna."

"Would you like to join me for a game of chess. I'm sure your potions book has been read enough." She tilted her head and looked at him.

"Sure, let's play." Luna hadn't been dragged into this at age eleven as the rest of them. Still she stood by him, she was the only one that had made some kind of choice to be friend with the Harry Potter that almost got killed around exams every year. "You start." He watched her move her piece, he had to stop thinking so much.