A/N: Hello reader, a warning before you begin. This is an incomplete story, it's been incomplete for the better part of a decade so it's not likely that it ever will get finished. I'll add something of summery of what this story was suppose to be onto the last chapter, which is 04. So why am I uploading it? Because what I do have written I am somewhat proud of. This is a Draco/Ginny story with a bit of Stupid!Harry, that was written before, to the best of my memory, Book Six was released. Being that I'm uploading this story as is, I will look at all of the red underlines and fix those everything else is going to stay, bad grammar and missed words and all. And as always, I do not own Harry Potter or it's many characters and receive no monetary gain from writing fanfiction.

Chapter One - The Beginning

Weasley wasn't talking to Potter, and Potter was looking dejectedly at the eggs on his plate. In all honesty he looked like he was going to be sick right there, good thing he wasn't eating. Granger was casting glances down the table to a very interesting sight.

"Hey Potter! Looks like your girlfriend's moved on!" Draco called across the hall.

Many turned to look at him, others to Potter, and the rest all looked at Ginny Weasley who was bouncing to a silent beat no one but her seemed to hear. She didn't even acknowledge Draco or Potter. Potter continued to stare at his food, Granger cast Draco an evil glare and Weasley cast that same glare on Potter. Once every student in the hall had looked at Potter and the unconcerned Weasley they went back to their own breakfast, a few girls looking hopefully at Potter until their attention was called elsewhere. The Slytherin table snickered and grunted stupidly or wickedly but breakfast was too big a draw for them to be distracted for long. In fact the only people who seemed concerned at all were of course the Professors who seemed to all have a special interest in Potter and the girls sitting next to Ginny Weasley who reacted immediately to see how she would take the dig. Draco assumed the girls must be in her year, and he vaguely wondered what Granger was feeling on the matter, torn between friends, he laughed inside and smirked at her. It wasn't there long however as Weasley The Girl got up and started to leave the hall. Why was she moving like that? Maybe her brain was addled when Potter broke up with her, Draco sneered in disgust. But why hadn't she even responded a little when he spoke? One of the girls was beside her, talking to her, she didn't seem to hear her either, didn't even noticed her until they were at the doors in perfect seeing and hearing range of the Slytherins, at least of the only one who noticed them. Weasley took something out of her ear.

"What?"

"I asked if you're okay"

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

And she stuck the thing back in her ear and walked out the doors, the other girl only a step behind followed. Potter seemed to of given up on breakfast and had his head in his hands, he looked on the point of tears. And Weasley The Boy was speaking to him again, well it had been a whole day, and Granger after shooting a scathing glare at the closing doors turned back to Potter and joined in the consoling. Honestly, it was disgusting to watch these three. And Draco decided to review his transfiguration notes again before going to class.

Up at the Head Table the Headmaster seemed to of had a thought and decided to go back to his office to ponder it further.

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Draco was half way through Transfigurations when he announced to the class, "A RADIO!" and soundly brought his hand down on the table frightening the pig which was still a disturbing shade of white and had wool at odd intervals and let out a nervous "Baa" looking where Dracos' hand landed.

"No Mr. Malfoy, you are turning the sheep into a pig. And I will thank you not to disrupt the class." McGonagall's' shrill tone cut through Dracos' thoughts and looking around at the sheep that turned pink, those whose wool was substituted for hair, and the odd pig who was only so in shape alone he decided she was right about not disturbing the class, they needed all of their concentration.

"Sorry Professor." He didn't look at her as he said it and kept his voice as silent as possible saying it, then went back to his pig without waiting for anything else. To dally was to ask for trouble and he did not lose points no reason to wait for it. He turned the rest of the sheep bits to pig without any trouble considering his mind was far away. He had just realised that Weasley The Girl must of had music playing in her ear this morning, he had only seen anything like it in a Muggle Studies book one of the younger years had, an earphone. It didn't look exactly like it what with no cord or wires or something larger to attach it to, but Draco was fairly sure that the girl was skilled and competent enough to bewitch them to receive the WWN. Well that explained her odd behaviour and her sudden deafness, so she wasn't concerned about Potter after all, and he let himself have a triumphant grin when he looked up and was mildly surprised he had a pig on his table.

Professor McGonagall, up at the front of the room surveying her class, was somewhat concerned about some of her students recent behaviour and what they were and weren't noticing, and she decided to talk to the Headmaster during her free period.

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Harry was miserable. He only got to class because Ron and Hermione were steering him. He wasn't sure which classes he was in at times, he hadn't yet looked up since he woke up. Right now he was slowly making his way toward the tower, he had taken two wrong turns already, he just wanted to go back to bed and wallow in his mistake.

It had been a mistake, a stupid, stupid mistake and he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it. He wanted to hit himself but couldn't seem to muster the energy. Why had he done it? Why had he listened to them? Test his relationship! HA! Stupid, stupid, stupid! She hadn't even blinked. Last time he listened to them. What was he thinking, none of them had relationships. He didn't either, thanks to them. A stream of profanity ran through his head until he realised he was going the wrong way again. He almost walked into the flow of people going to lunch, he looked up and wished he hadn't. She was there, laughing, with a group of boys. He dropped his head and turned around, maybe he'd make it to the tower this time.

"God Potter. Your pathetic." It's wasn't the drawl Harry was used to, it wasn't even the mocking tone he had used at breakfast. It was scorn and contempt, Draco Malfoy was calling him pathetic and as nothing more than a distasteful fact. He tried to get angry, he even lifted his head to look at Malfoy.

"You'd think she was the one who broke up with you the way you're acting. Tell me Potter, why did you break it off with one of the most attractive purebloods in this school if you were just going to mope around about it." That brought Harry back, and he snapped back before he thought about it.

"I didn't mean to. And you keep away from her."

"'Didn't mean to'? What's that Potter, you just accidentally said 'I don't think this is working, what'd you say about seeing other people.'" It wasn't exactly what Harry had said, but close enough that he knew the whole school was probably quoting the other night's talk. Malfoy was using his drawl again, any emotion he had let slip long gone. Harry had a desire to lunge at him and start beating until he heard bone crunch and saw blood but Malfoy began to walk away toward the crowd of people.

"And don't worry Potter, I would never even associate with a Weasley, let alone go after one." Then Harry watched him disappear among the mass and turned once again toward the tower, he'd be lucky to make it by the end of lunch, good thing he wasn't going to anymore classes today.

Draco Malfoy entered the Great Hall and after scanning the Gryffindor table decided he was right. Weasley was a very attractive pure blood. He had said it to rile Potter not because he had any such thoughts about the girl. To bad she was a Weasley, Draco liked adding notches to his bed post.

At the Head Table three professors leaned in close to talk to each other. One of them watching the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables with mild disbelief and wondering how he could talk the other two out of this plan.

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The Gryffindor girls in the back of the potions class were near the point of laughing. All of them smiling, bouncing around in their seats, and mouthing words to a soundless song. Their potions complete and already on the Professors desk they were cleaning up their area. Snape could do nothing but stare in disbelief as the girls smiled broadly at each other making sure no sound escaped their lips. He knew what was going on, each had at least one bewitched earphone playing music only they could hear.

It was a rather interesting invention, he had come across it during the winter exams as he was making his rounds through the library. It was lying abandoned on a table near the back, small, black, innocent looking, muggle looking, he sneered. He heard the rushing footsteps but thought nothing of them as he was surrounded by them everyday. He had pulled out his wand and was about to prod it when a small white hand snatched it away. He turned, wand still raised in front of him, and was looking into the bright brown eyes of Ginevra Weasley. His sneer had faltered slightly at the sight of her flushed happy face. She smiled at him, he stood stunned for a moment as she turned and headed out of the library. It would not do to speak in his usual dominating tone here, what with Pince's temper, he followed her out of the library.

"Miss Weasley?" He was pleased with the menace in the tone. She looked about ready to run, only he had a feeling it wasn't because of him. She turned back toward him as he strode away from the library doors.

"Yes Professor Snape?" Her voice held no fear, barely curiosity, she seemed overly joyful.

"What is that?" He pointed toward her clenched hand with his wand. Her smiled faltered a bit and her eyes held a trace of worry. She slowly looked down as her hand moved up and her arm stretched out to show him.

"It's... it's an earphone." She didn't elaborate. She looked at the black object and looked back up at the professor. "You won't tell my father will you?" There was a plea in her voice and it intrigued him as he had no idea what an earphone was and why her father should care. He studied her for a moment, she seemed to be glowing, except for the worry that the earphone had just caused. It took only another look at the object to understand, it was a "muggle artifact", the type of thing her father worked with, and the only reason to not wanting him to know was if it was bewitched in some way. He looked at her again, his face not showing any of his curiosity and intrigue in the girl, she had obviously blatantly broken the law, her father's own law and now she didn't want him, Professor Snape, to tell, he wanted to smirk, laugh and tell her how much she was like Fred and George, how the hat must of made a mistake. He didn't. He merely picked up the earphone and looked closely at it, he could see no obvious magic, he wanted to ask what it was suppose to do, he thought about the name and brought the thing to his ear, too late she reacted.

"Profess-"

A loud pounding music invaded his head, he jerked, startled and held the thing away from him. It made no sound now.

"I left the volume too high." Her voice was small and she wasn't looking at him, he had a feeling she was trying not to laugh and regain her composure before looking at him. Her lips were still curling up at the sides as she held out her hand for it. He didn't oblige. He looked at the soundless black thing again.

"You can only hear it when it's in your ear, you can change the frequency and volume with your wand." Snape fought not to look at her and her instructing voice, he wanted to give it back to her, not be near it anymore. "I did it myself, so I know it's not harmful." He felt her hearing would disagree, but her quiet tone suddenly registered and he remembered the diary. He looked at her, red hair covering her down turned face, her size suddenly small. He remained looking at her as he placed the thing back in his ear and brought his wand to it. He wasn't sure what to do, but he wanted the volume to decrease dramatically, he felt the magic swirl inside his ear and suddenly a soft operetta was playing at the ideal volume. He knew the music, it always made him calm, it must of showed as she was looking at him curiously, he touched his wand to the device again and it was silent, it was surprisingly easy to operate. He took it out of his ear and placed it in her waiting hand.

"I will thank you not to miss place your belongings again Miss Weasley," she smiled at him, glowing yet again. "Five points from Gryffindor." Her smile didn't fade.

"Yes Professor Snape." Her eyes were brightening again.

"Leave Miss Weasley." His voice was dangerous, she looked about ready to hug him, not the proper reaction.

"Thank you sir." She turned and walked quickly in the direction of the tower, Snape watched her progress determined not to show weakness at her reactions to him. He wished he hadn't, for coming around the far corner obviously looking for her was Potter. He grabbed her around the middle and spun her around, both laughing, then the boy leaned in for a kiss. It was all over the castle by morning, Harry Potter was finally going out with Ginny Weasley.

That was winter, spring was becoming increasingly warmer. Professor Snape still stared with silent disbelief at the girls, the rest of the class was also watching them. Mercifully the bells rang ending the lessons for that day. There was a rush to the doors and the girls finally let their laughter free once in the corridor. Snape still sat behind his desk, scowling he remembered he forgot to assign the homework for that lesson.

He slowly let his face fall into his hands, fingers spread he looked again at the back of the room where she had just been. He did not look forward to the report he was about to give.

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"He's clearly distracted by her."

"Both seem to have an interest in her."

"And her?"

"She is distracted by her music."

"Her-"

"I do not believe she has let her emotions surface yet."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she is still smiling and laughing, and acting as if nothing has changed, or rather that what changed has no effect on her."

"And you would be the expert on how she acts, how she feels?"

"I remember how she acted and how she felt not two weeks ago. She is hiding from her emotions right now. She has not dealt with this. She is in no position to be approached, she is still too..."

"Too...?"

"Vulnerable."

"But she appears happy?"

"It is a mask."

"You are certain of his interest."

"I believe so."

"I've never seen anything to confirm this .. theory. He uses girls, he will not be lead by one. Also, do you believe the others will just stand by and let this happen? I am not certain the boy meant to let her go, and it is very possible they will be together by the end of the week. And you are supporting this? One of your own and you would let her be thrown into this situation, especially in her condition!?"

"He is in a somewhat different position than you, a position we need to have advantage of, this is merely one option. We will delay this as long as possible, but if we are to act it needs to be firmly in place before the summer."

"I do not like this."

"Already noted."

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Draco was watching Ginny Weasley leave the library and head back to presumably her own house. Correction, Draco was following Ginny Weasley back to her house. He couldn't seem to stop himself, and when he thought about it why should he? After all he was allowed to walk around the castle just like everyone else, so what if they were going in the same direction?

He had seen her in the library, in the back, studying alone. She was still bouncing to unheard music. Draco's eyes seemed to go back to her no matter where he stood or what he was doing. She would chew on the tip of her quill when she was thinking, her lips moved when she was reading, and her hair would fall into her eyes everytime she looked down to write something, she kept pulling it behind her ear but everytime it would fall. She was a Weasley! Her freckles stood out on her pale skin, was her skin paler than usual? How should he know, it's not like he ever looked at her before. It's just that since he said it, since she ignored him in the Great Hall... What was he thinking! He had just meant to rile Potter, idiot Potter moping about all day. And her hair had fallen once again.

He was going over his charms work from that afternoon when she started to pack her things away. He looked around and noticed that they were some of the last in the library, with Madame Pince keeping a watchful glare on all of them. He had kept his movement minimal and silent as possible for no reason at all. He purposely did not watch her leave and then count to ten before taking his leave. He had not stood outside those doors questioning his sanity and reasoning until she was out of sight and he had to rush up the corridor so he wouldn't lose her, well, maybe that he had done. So what if he was five floors up from the dungeons, and still climbing, only ten minutes from curfew, he was a prefect, he was making rounds, looking out for younger years. So what if... was that a

sob?

She stood above him on the staircase behind a tapestry. She had stopped and another loud racking sob came from her body. She was so small, her entire body was shaking. She gripped the railing as she collapsed on the stairs. Horrible sounds of anguish came from her. Draco had heard people tortured before, but that was just pain, this sound had something much more than pain to cause it. His foot was on the bottom stair before he knew what he was about. He looked above her toward the corridor beyond, perhaps one of her friends would come looking for her, it was nearly curfew. He looked at the tapestry behind him, he couldn't remember anymore Gryffindors in the library, only Ravenclaws, maybe one of the professors came this way. Her cries were getting softer but her body still shook. Her hair was falling around her again. Then his hand was pushing it back from her face, he was somehow in front of her. He was sitting on the step above her as she looked at him with blurred vision, his right hand cupping her face as his fingers nestled in her hair line. She had stopped crying for a moment of shock then she lunged herself at him, only it surprised him when she wrapped her arms around his middle, just under his own arms, and cried into his chest. His own arms wrapped around her small body pulling her closer to him, settling her on his lap. He didn't remember saying anything only running his hands through her soft hair and up and down her back.

Slowly, more than ten minutes, her tears began to dry out and her body moment resumed it's usual course of breathing. He could feel the strangeness of having her there with him, in that position. Ever since the train... No not thinking about that! He didn't move the entire time and when he felt her body calmed down enough he looked down at her again. Her eyes were wide and bright looking at nothing off to the side, her lips were parted slightly taking in breath, her nose was red at the end, her cheeks were wet and shined in the torch light. One of his hands held her head to his chest, keeping the hair out of her face. Her arms were still tight around him, gripping the back of his robes, he smiled a little at the notice of her arms not long enough to reach each other behind him. His other arm and hand had a firm grip of her on his lap. She looked up at him, confusion written on her face. He wasn't sure of his reply, he wasn't sure why he had done it. He was almost certain of a small smile on his lips as he wiped her tear stained cheeks. She moved her arms, one up his back until she was softly griping the back of that shoulder, the other moved to his front and found it's place on the front of the other shoulder. He looked down at her with mild surprise that she wasn't attacking him and/or running, he knew the look on her face, it was her thinking. In fact it looked like she was coming to a decision about something she had been thinking about for a long time. Her voice a soft whisper, he barely heard her when she spoke.

"Just want to see something." And she pulled herself up the full head of distance between them, her body never pulling away from his. Her lips were soft and surprisingly warm, he wasn't sure why it was surprising just that it was. It took another moment before he realised she was kissing him, he responded. Her lips were tender and full on his and parted slightly, he had a feeling that wasn't intentional and had no desire to pursue it. His grip on her tightened pulling her body closer, deepening the kiss. A shot of warmth hit him below the stomach and he pulled her closer. He could feel her hair on his face, falling around her again. She pulled back, he had a moment where he knew he looked like a fish out of water searching for it precious life source. She looked at him with an unreadable expression, being held up against his body to look him square in the eye. He was sure his expression read of surprise and hunger, his breath was shallow. She ran one hand through his hair, an action most thought against. She looked at him again and seemed to of realised what she was doing. She was off his lap, up the stairs and out of sight down the corridor before Draco realised his hold on her had loosened. There was a sudden lose of pressure and warmth where her body had been on his, and his lips still tingled with feeling and tasted of her salty tears. He sat for a minute more on the stairs letting his body relax and breathing to come to normal, he didn't try reining in his thoughts, he doubted he would understand this even after a nice long sleep with, hopefully, very pleasant dreams.

Professor Snape stood in the shadows of the corridor above Draco, his nightly rounds took him this way sometimes. He had been headed in a different direction when he heard the girl cry out, when he looked down the stairs at his arrival what he saw kept him silent. The blonde and red hair were only too real to him these days, too many forces outside of them seemed to think these children were mere pawns to be moved around on the board and at the moment they seemed to of aligned them perfectly. It was long moments where the only sound had been the girls cries, that part had finally come to a head, longer still were the moments where no one moved or made a sound. She had been the one, that he saw clearly, she had kissed the boy, testing the waters (so to speak) at first then he was pulling her into the deep end. She responded well, and the professor was sure they knew not how long they had actually been on the stairs, it was well past curfew when she finally pulled away and alarm flashed on her face. She ran past him quickly, not seeing him, not needing light to find her way as she ran further into the darkening corridor.

Draco was walking back down the staircase and vanished behind the tapestry, he had a slow thoughtful step tonight. Snape looked down on the spot once more, as he had stared at the place in the back of his classroom, still seeing. He closed his eyes not wanting to see, not wanting to think about what this would mean for those two fools plans, what this would mean for that madman's plans. Something he had withheld, even the boy didn't know what his purpose was. Ginevra Weasley was more than a one time pawn of the Dark Lord, she was marked by him to her very core, and he wanted her back willing to use Draco to do it. Those two Gryffindors just thought Draco was a new source of information and they were willing to risk the one thing the Dark Lord wanted just less than Potter's head to get it. Well, he would not tell, would say nothing of this night. He doubted those two would even look at each other for a few weeks, there by effectively putting a stop to at least one of the plans. The other one was in no hurry to be carried out. And if one should be put in motion anyway, he would be the sole executor, the one who would talk to these children, report their progress, keep them safe, from each other and from the world who would use them. As he walked down the stairs, determined to make sure Draco actually made it to Slytherin this time, he cursed the hero who had let her go and starting all of this, it would serve if... NO! Severus Snape would not let that happen, even if the boy deserved it.

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()*Next: Chapter Two*()