At the same time Harry was working out what had happened, Draco sat by the Black Lake, elbows on his knees, gazing across the indigo waters thoughtfully. A light breeze tousled his blond locks, and he ran his hands through them, pulling them clear of his light gray eyes.

"Dracoo!" Pansy's shrill, whiny voice penetrated his thoughts and he winced.

"What do you want, Parkinson?" he snapped.

"I've got a present for you, Drakey," she simpered, sidling up and sitting next to him, too close for comfort. He tried to scoot away but she looped her arm through his and pulled him back.

"What is it, then?" he asked irritably.

"I've the most...delectable video for you, my love," she said, her voice becoming what she believed to be seductive. It was giving him a headache.

Draco sighed.

"All right, fine," he said, looking at her for the first time.

She grinned triumphantly and produced a video recorder, turned it on and handed it to him. As Draco watched the video, his expression grew progressively darker, jaw locked and eyes stormy with rage.

"Where did you get this?" he demanded.

"I thought you might like to know what your...lovely Weaselette has been up to," Pansy replied, her emerald eyes flashing wickedly.

Draco stood, grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her to her feet.

"Ouch!" she complained. "You're hurting my arm!"

"Where is she??" He shouted, livid.

Pansy smirked. "Where do you think?"

*****

Ginny groaned, ran a hand over her face. She sat in the quidditch bleachers, watching the rest of the team practice. She had elected to sit out today, as she felt a bit too queasy for comfort. The sun cut into her eyes and she winced. She had the most horrible, splitting headache, and she didn't know why.

She rubbed her temples, massaging slowly.

"Something bothering you, Weasley?"

She snapped her head up, winced at the pain.

"What...Draco?" she asked quietly. A pause, then: "You called me Weasley...You never call me that."

"I did," he agreed, crossing his arms over his chest. "We need to talk. Now."

"All right, keep your shirt on," she grumbled, following him down into the Slytherin locker rooms.

"I might tell you the same thing," Draco commented, turning to face her, eyes cold and accusing.

Ginny yawned. "What are you talking about?"

"Need some rest, Weasley? Didn't get enough last night?"

She cut him a questioning look.

"I'll bet you don't know why," he continued, producing the camcorder. "Well..." he pressed 'play' and handed it to her. "I do."

*****

So...this story is becoming a lot longer than I originally thought it would be. I hope you guys don't think it's getting boring. Please review and tell me what you think! 3

~Jax