A/N: Just whipped this up for all of you. Please enjoy.

superspunky7- No, nothing so evil as swapping the memories. See, if Draco received the false ones them he would get a severe punishment… so you'll see what I did instead.

LateNiteRomance- I love Draco and Snape is my favorite Professor.

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"What is this?" exclaimed Ron, snatching one of the vials from Harry.

Ginny turned to leave and said, "Something that'll help you."

Harry set down the vials and got up, following Ginny. He softly held her back by the arm and asked, "Now where did you get this?" He then noticed that part of her finger was cut and the cut appeared recent. Before he could question he received his answer.

Ginny looked at him and her hard gave a soft tremor. But ignoring it, she answered steadily, "Dumbledore's office."

Without a further word, she ran up the stairs.

"Strange, these look exactly like the ones that Malfoy got away with," said Hermione, examining one of the vials; opening one and peering inside.

"Mr. Weasley," said Harry, as Arthur made his way from the kitchen into the living room. The man halted. "May we use your Pensive for a moment?"

"Sure," said Arthur. "Idea enter your heads?"

"Something like that," answered Harry.

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"This memory is exactly like the one Dumbledore showed me," said Harry as he immerged from the small Pensive. "Except…"

"What?" asked Ron and Hermione simultaneously.

"The memory… it was a little fuzzy. I mean… the image. It wasn't as clear as it used to be."

"What do you mean the image was a little fuzzy?" asked Ron.

"It means that the image wasn't clear… distorted... indistinct, Ronald. But Harry…" said Hermione.

Ron, still trying to grasp everything, "What does disto…"

"Never mind," snapped Hermione and returned to her question. "How can that be?"

A moment's silence.

"I'll see what I can find."

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In fact, Ginny did something not just unknown to her friends, but also to the Ministry. At the dinner table, when she heard that Malfoy stole the memories, it made her blood boil. Voldemort's strengths and advantages were growing and theirs decreasing. There had to be something she could do.

After dinner, she immediately went upstairs and began to look through some textbooks. She had an idea and maybe it would work. In the past few weeks she had been working on a replicating spell and now, she had to put it to action. She flooed to Grimauld's and 'borrowed' Harry's invisibility cloak. She returned home and found that she hadn't been missed. Next part was hard. She took out her brother's Potion's Book and began to flip through it. She found the potion and groaned from the fact that it was extremely hard, but it was worth trying.

In an hour and a half, she brewed the perfect Time Potion. She bottled it and quickly cleaned her work space. Ginny knew that to use the spell was illegal, but drastic times called for drastic measures.

She took a sip of the potion and before swallowing, thought of the location, time and day she wanted to go to. After swallowing, she closed her eyes and after several seconds opened them.

She was standing in Dumbledore's empty office. Making sure that the invisibility cloak was securely fastened around her, she made her way to the Pensive. She took out her wand and pointed it at the first vial. After whispering an incantation, a copy of the vial appeared. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ginny continued with her actions. She had one vial left until she heard the roaring of flames behind her. Spinning around, Ginny saw Draco step out of the fire.

"Malfoy," said Ginny in a voice below a whisper.

Draco looked around the room cautiously and then proceeded to the cabinet. With all her will-power, Ginny brought herself from the cabinet and from the desire to kill him on the spot. She noticed that Malfoy had changed. He had grown thinner and if possible, paler. His eyes were duller than usual and had a sense of caution and fear behind them. With lament she watched as he took vial after vial; taking the last vial she was working on, last.

He then headed for the fireplace, and Ginny shifted her position again. Then, the door opened and the trio appeared.

"Malfoy," said Harry in a venomous voice as soon as his eye caught Draco making his way to the fireplace.

Draco turned around, his face neutral. "Potter," he replied, tone equal to Harry's.

"Thought you'd be dead by now," continued Harry. "Or has Voldemort grown soft?"

Draco shuddered at the mention of the Dark Lord's name, but nether the less, his voice remained calm. "I would love to enjoy and exchange formalities, Potter, but I have a job to finish."

He threw the floo powder into the fireplace and was about to step into the green flames, when he was interrupted again.

"Give us the memories," said Harry.

Draco turned his head and smirked at the trio. He took one of the vials and held it up. "Is this what you're referring to?"

Ginny took out her wand and eyed the vial, which happened to be the one she needed. The trio stood transfixed, as they saw that they in fact had lost that round. Ginny edged closer, trying to remember anything from the trio's tale. She transferred her wand to her left hand and then slowly reached for the vial with her right thumb and index finger. With a swift movement, she pulled out the vial from Draco's hand and threw it to the ground. In an instant she followed it and cast the incantation. A copy appeared and Ginny quickly hid it. But in the process, she cut her finger on the vial. She then quickly drew away as the trio made a dash for the memory. With a snap of Malfoy's fingers, the vial quickly returned to Draco's hand, (Snape's training actually paid off).

"See you later, Potter," and in a flash, Draco was gone.

"He's… gone," said Hermione.

"Did you two hear what he said," yelled Harry, rushing to the fireplace.

"Something like Tchato dhave," said Hermione. "You don't mean to follow him, do you?"

No, Château d'hiver, thought Ginny, distinctively hearing Draco's words. She waited for the trio and then drank the rest of the potion and reappeared in her room at precisely the time when she left.