Chapter Twenty-one

Tests of Faith

A/N: Um I know I promised the next chap would be the DM/GW scene but a much needed filler came up very necessary for the character development ………….sorry bear with me!

PS: (BOOK 7 SPOILER)

Loved the 7th book even if I am DM/GW I just loved the idea of Snape and Lily.

Adored Snape!!!!!

Especially the part about his patronus!!

I swear I stopped breathing when he said "Always."

I have a post DH fic on the way co-authored by cookiesincream

Neway spent the day watching and reading the old movies and books …don't you love the way Hermione says , " What.An.Idiot." (M1)

Will miss the series immensely.

And quite honestly am scared that this may mean the end of FanFiction…do you think think it will?

I hope not!

I'll leave you to the chappie now……bye!!!

Virginia Weasley awoke to a quiet drizzling morning, the soft London sun struggling to find its way in the crowd of moist grey clouds.

Sleep drowzy eyes looked lazily, over her quaint little bedroom.

There was a small chest of drawers at the foot of her twin bed, a scatter of purple pink marbles atop it kept in place by the metalic grey dragon scale bracelet Charlie had sent her from Ukraine, one Christmas.

And two pictures in matching grey photoframes one labled 'Family' one labled 'Friends' stood behind the marbles. The one labled family, held the only real family picture she had, it was in Egypt, when she and her family had went to visit Bill. Charlie had surprised them all by showing up at the site, but he had only hung around for a few hours. Long enough however for them to get a nice family picture in the sweltering Egyptian sun.

The second had a picture of her friends at school. Colin, Michael, Luna, and Jack from Qudditch who had actually turned out to be a good friend once you got past his klutziness, and Demelza who had been her only female friend on the team (Katie was to busy studying for her NEWTS to actually hang out back then).

Slid carefully into a corner of the frame had been a picture of the 'dream team' as Malfoy called them.

Suddenly completely concious, Ginny slid out from under her crisp cotton sheets, and headed towards the small attached bathroom to shower and brush her teeth.

She had enough time to dwell on the horrors of her life later today.

The last thing she needed to do was start now.

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There was so much she needed to do before she left, she had to throw out the food in the fridge so it didn't rot, had to go fetch her laundry and ...

"Harry!" yelped Ginny, half from shock and half from how he ragged he looked standing in her drawing room in a dark billowing cloak and unruly hair.

Green eyes bore into hers. "I need to talk to you Ginny."

I need to talk to you Ginny.

Ginny could almost physically feel the dissapointment course through her. He wasn't here for her he was here because he wanted something. Again.

"Well?"

Harry ran a hand through his already messy hair making it more rumpled in effect. "Ginny I just needed to tell you... I mean... I needed you to know...that...I'm sorry."

The soft brown eyes, his green ones held immediately, darkened. Crossing her arms in front of herself protectively, her, "Don't..." was uttered in shattered tones.

"No. Gin please just listen." He implored taking another step closer to her, his hands tenderly cupping her face he looked into downcast eyes, filled with silent tears, " I know what I'm asking you to do but it is our last hope...I couldn't put anything infront of that."

Ginny unwittingly heard what Harry had so carefully excluded.

I couldn't put you before that.

Ginny struggled suddenly in his grip, but Harry merely slid one hand down to her waist to still her. He wasn't finished.

"I just needed you to know... that in another time, ...another place ...I would never, have put you through this...believe me?"

Disgusted that Harry would actually come down here on the D-day for the mission, and attempt to absolve himself of all guilt, by saying he didn't have a choice, disgusted her.

She was just on the verge of telling himself exactly that when the very solution to all her problems stepped unconciously out of her fireplace Draco.

A mocking brow raised, he asked coolly, "...Am I ...interrupting...something?"

Jade clashed with steel.

And just as Harry was about to answer him,fully intending to give the sarcastic twit a putting down, Ginny answered with all the sweetness and charm she could muster while smoothly stepping out of the resraint of Harry's arms at the same time.

" No. Your not interrupting Draco, actually I've been waiting for you,... Harry, was just about to leave."

Honey toned eyes were now looking beseechingly at Draco.

Draco frowned, quelling an unexplainable urge to slug the boy-wonder, he suggested, "In that case, Virginia, why don't you go towel your hair, you're dripping all over the place."

Ginny flushed as she looked down at herself, she had a habit of not toweling her hair after she showered, and the thin T-shirt she was wearing over her white slacks, was now so wet, that not only was it transparent, it was sticking to her in all the wrong places!

Mutely compling with, Draco's suggestion, Ginny excused herself to her room.

This time it was Harry who frownened darkly, unfortunately for him, Malfoy's bloody drawl kept him from doing anything about his unfinished conversation with Ginny.

"Want me to show you to the floo, Potter?"

"I have business with Ginny, Malfoy, so shove off..."

Smirking grimly, Draco pulled a vial of blood-red potion out of his cloak. "I have Order business with Virginia, Potter, so why don't you take your own advice, and 'shove off'."

Harry thrust his hand roughly through his dark hair, Dammit.

"And Potter," called Malfoy, almost as if in an after thought,"Stay.

The hell.

Away.

From her."

Draco Malfoy telling him, to stay away from Ginny Weasley

An instant image of Blaise floated through, Harry's mind.

Crap!

Was it possible, that Malfoy knew about the Order's most confidential charge?

Harry shot another look at Malfoy.

He simply stood where he was, his wand arm beside him while the other was stuffed in the pocket of his pants, and with maddening calm watched him.

Classically Malfoy, and utterly unreadable.

"Careful Malfoy," he said, his voice carrying a hint of caution, as he carefully phrased his words so that they carried no clue as to whom he spoke of, " She's with me."

Or rather under his protection, but Malfoy didn't need to know that, especially as he wasn't sure if Malfoy was actually talking about Blaise to begin with.

"Such confidence Potter..." drawled Draco.

"I ...," began Harry. But found himself unable to finish as Malfoy rolled up his sleeve and revealed the burning skin, as he was summoned.

"You are wasting precious time Potter,"Hissed Draco, teeth clenched together in pain.

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Moments later Ginny entered the silent makeshift living-room, with mild trepedition.

Mystified she looked around herself, brows drawn together.

Neither Harry nor Draco were there...odd.

Almost immediately her eyes fell on the kitchen counter, on it were two clogged vials.

One crimson red.

The other as black as death.

Attached to the two was a card, flipping it open, Ginny's frown became more pronounced, with each, looping, word.

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