A/N: I know it's shorter, but here's chapter two. I will probably continue to make short chapters, but update more. Also, thanks for the two reviewers! I got 6 followers but two reviews? Weird haha!

This chapter is for Emme, who personally messaged me to tell me how awesome my story is. You rock, Emme!

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It took a lot of will power to admit that the littlest Weasel was actually attractive. She had a good arm, she would make a great Chaser, too bad she was sorted into the wrong House. Slytherin could use an arm like that.

"Not on your life, Ferret."

I shrugged, turned, and started to walk off. Her all-too-sweet voice called behind me.

"Aww, get sick of the chitchat? Or just couldn't keep up with me?" she teased.

I stopped and turned my head. "Oh little Weasel, I think it's you who couldn't keep up with me." I said suggestively. She cocked her eyebrow, challenging me, but I watched the blush creep into her cheeks.

I prided myself on embarrassing her. I loved watching the blood rush to her face in anger or unease. It was a little…cute.

Weasel opened her soft, pink lips and I was hoping for the usual spitfire she was.

I couldn't make out the sound at first, but she looked down at her feet and I realized that crack was the ice. We both watched as the cold ground beneath her gave way.

I tried to step forward, I tried to grab her before she fell through but I was too far away. Dammit, I shouldn't have turned around! I shouldn't have started walking back to the castle!

"Ginny!" I shouted, not realizing what I had said before it was already out.

I reached for my wand and sent red sparks into the air, hoping someone, anyone would see them and bring help. I couldn't waste time, I had to reach her.

It looked as if the lake was boiling; her air bubbles were popping violently in the hole she created. I went as close as I could to the crack in the ice. A piece broke off and I almost fell in, too.

"Accio Ginny!" I shouted at the hole. Nothing happened and I was starting to panic. I couldn't think anymore, I had to act.

I took my scarf and coat off, tossing it to the side and jumped in after her.

Pins and needles, my skin and muscles and tendons ached with the pain of the ice. I opened my eyes, hoping to find her. I checked every which way before catching sight of her red hair. Never thought I would be grateful for such hair.

I swam over to her, slowly, painfully. Every body part was fighting me, screaming at me. I finally reached her, tugged on her hand but her mouth was blue and I wondered if she was out of air. I put my lips to hers, giving her my mouthful of air.

She was weak. She could barely grab on to me, so I held her wrist and kicked through the ice above us. Nothing. I kicked again, and again, and again. Nothing.

She reached for her wand and used the only air we had to mutter "Reducto."

The ice cracked again and I pushed my hands through it, allowing the sharp edges to slice at my numb fingers.

I pushed her up and she caught her breath. My lungs were screaming, it felt as though they were shriveling.

"D-D-D-Duro." She cast, strengthening the ice around us and I helped her through. She collapsed, panting heavily and shivering. I came up after her, gasping loudly and summoning the coat I took off.

I placed it around her and put my arms around her thin frame, rubbing her shoulders and arms. A gust of wind came through and we huddled closer.

I don't know how I could smell her peppermint lotion when my nose was so numb I thought it would fall off. Where was that help? Didn't anyone see my sparks?

"We h-h-have to g-get cl-cl-cl-closer. Body heat-t-t." she said, her teeth chattering wildly. I nodded, unable to think or feel or talk at all.

Her arms went around my chest and I reached for her shoulders. I tried rubbing the heat into her back as her body trembled against me.

"Th-th-th-thank-"

"Shhhh" I replied. There was no need for it. No need at all.

"Oh! Good heavens! Albus!" I could swear I heard McGonagall's voice…

"Yes, I see Minerva. Get Madam Pomfrey at once."

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