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The beautiful peace and quiet of the natural, green forest that lay at the end of the valley was interrupted when Ginny Weasley screamed at Draco Malfoy across the water.

'Oh my God! Turn around, you idiot, you perv! What the hell do you think you're doing? Go on, turn around and get the hell away!' Ginny Weasley didn't know who she was yelling at, all she knew was that he looked quite scrawny, he had the palest skin and hair that she had ever seen, including her own, and that she was extremely angry at him.

Draco Malfoy, completely in shock and embarrassed, was speechless. He shuffled one way for a few steps, then changed directions, and again went back the way he had been moving in the first place. The whole situation was quite awkward, but he didn't want to run from the mysterious girl, so he sat out of sight behind a large pine tree.

Though her clothes were still sopping wet from the lake, Ginny Weasley was dressed in only a few minutes. By that time she had started to search for the strange boy that had been spying on her.

'Where are you?' she called through the woods; the canopy was so thick and lush that the sound of her voice echoed around her as if she was in a cave. 'Show yourself, idiot. I know you didn't leave. I need a word.'

Draco took a few deep breaths and puffed out his chest in order to look more confident. He slipped his hand into his wand pocket just in case, then slowly emerged from the safety of his hiding place.

The two were clear of each other's identities the second that they laid eyes on each other's curious faces. The hatred sparked immediately.

'Malfoy?' Ginny questioned. "Oh my God. What the hell.'

'Nice to see you too, Weasel,' Draco snarled sarcastically.

The next thing that happened was totally unexpected.

Ginny Weasley, tomato red with anger, advanced on Draco so that their faces were centimetres from touching. She stared coldly into his dark grey, stony eyes.

Without warning, Ginny punched him as hard as possible in the nose.

Draco fell back instantly, taken aback by the actions of the girl standing in front of him. He pulled out his wand and instinctively performed the body-bind curse on her.

Standing over the Weasley girl that he loathed so much, he observed her. Her hair was deep red, long and wavy, the shorter strands around her face and the ends looking blonder and somewhat crimped. It was splayed out on the ground surrounding her face. Ginny's eyes were red, bloodshot, and her petite, angular nose a little inflamed; her lips were dry and peeling. For a few seconds, Draco found himself strangely attracted to the girl, but shook it off almost as quickly as the feeling arrived.

'Too far, Weasel,' he muttered under his breath.

But what would he do? He couldn't just leave her there, there was obviously a reason she wasn't with her family and Draco wanted to find out why. So Draco used his wand to transfigure some branches from a nearby willow into ropes, and tied the Weasley girl to a tree before performing the body-bind counter-curse.

As soon as Ginny could speak, she started to yell at Malfoy more. This was fixed by an uttered 'Silencio' which in Draco's opinion shut her up quite effectively.

'If you promise to stop yelling and keep your trap shut, Weasel, I'll let you talk.'

Ginny Weasley nodded, so Draco lifted the spell.

'Now, tell me what the hell you are doing here.' Malfoy commanded.

'Why would I tell you that, Malfoy?' Ginny replied arrogantly.

'I didn't realise you had so much fire in you, Weasel. You always seemed too pathetic to be able to say anything, anyway, come to think of it. Poor little pathetic, redhead blood-traitor, unworthy of speech. Especially around that famous Harry Potter,' Draco spat as he said his school time nemesis' name. 'So what, did you have his initials tattooed to every inch of your body? Pathetic.'

'I'm not eleven anymore, Malfoy. You don't intimidate me. In fact, you don't intimidate anyone, to be honest. All talk and no sting.' Ginny rolled her eyes and spoke lazily. She was actually a little relieved that Malfoy was insulting her, not torturing her – that meant he was still an immature little schoolboy, and that he hadn't yet been inducted as a Death-Eater just yet. Harry, Ron and Hermione had suspected that he would have by now; but it was now apparent they were wrong.

Draco was angered by the Weasley girl's comment, but he held back what he really wanted to say. He was still confused about why she was here, so he asked again.

'Why are you here?'

It took a few seconds for Ginny to retrace the happenings of the past 24 hours in her head, but it came back all too quickly. The terrors rushed back into her mind like water crashing out of a broken dam, or the sun coming out from behind a cloud and blinding every eye that looked up at it. Ginny fought back tears as she gulped several mouthfuls of the woody air.

'The werewolves,' Ginny whispered softly; her eyes were zoned out, her thoughts in a different place.

Draco gasped in realisation, and releasing Ginny from the ropes, rushed up to hug the one person in the whole world that was going through exactly the same thing as he was.

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