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A/N: I have been getting some good reviews - (thanks summer thyme!) - so therefore, I am continuing. I love this series, I'll be most upset when it's over, probably even more upset then all my faithful reviewers! I'll try to make this stuff as long as possible, and I am currently even thinking of ANOTHER sequel. Okay, about this chapter, there is some serious snogging going on. It might even need to be bumped up to R. This is where Harry's obsession comes in to play and this "act" is what causes everything to happen, really, once you think about. And some of you might say "what was the point of Ginny hitting her head on a rock?" Well, how else was I supposed to get Draco to come and give her the rings? Everything I write has some purpose or another (except maybe for Fred and George, they're just there cuz I like them *giggles*) Anyway, let's just get into chapter 5!

Chapter Five
Caught in the Act





After dinner the night he returned from Ginny's, Draco went straight up to bed. He'd been flying four hours that morning (two to the Burrow and two back) and it left him more fatigued than usual. So without a word he stood up and left his mother still eating at the table.

His room was dark, like always, because the one window he had was covered by thick, gray curtains. But there was light. Light that wasn't normally there.

As soon as Draco shut his bedroom door and turned around, he saw it. It was coming from him. From underneath his robes. Startled, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Locator Ring. The emerald was blinking brightly. Not just half of it, like his mother told him. But the whole thing was blinking like some sort of Muggle strobe light.

What the hell is it doing? he wondered.

He wanted to just forget about it. It was probably broken - he wasn't even sure what posessed him to give Ginny the other one anyway. But another part of him was worried. What if something was wrong?

For five minutes, he debated it. The only way to find out what the blinking meant was to ask his mother. By doing so, she'd know that he'd actually taken her adivce and given Ginny one of the rings.

But what if she's in trouble? That thought ruled out any other hesitations, and he hurried back downstairs before he could think twice.

Narcissa was still eating and smiled when he came into the dining room.

"What does this mean?" he demanded sharply, holding out the blinking ring.

Narcissa's smile widened. "You gave Ginny Weasley the other one?"

Draco ignored the question. "Just tell me what it means."

She turned serious, then gracefully stood up and walked over to him. Taking the ring from him, she inspected it closely. She gasped and her eyes widened.

"She's thinking of you," she said finally. "But the whole emerald only blinks like this when . . . "

"When what?" Draco asked impatiently.

"When the opposite person is in danger," Narcissa finished softly.

Draco didn't answer at first. Finally, he said, "Are you sure?"

Narcissa looked at him sadly. "Yes. My ring started blinking back when I was about nineteen. I knew what it meant, but I couldn't do anything about it. When Lucius got home that night, he came home with . . . with the Dark Mark . . ."

That was all Draco needed to hear. He spun from her and hurried back upstairs to his room. Grabbing his broom and his cloak, pocketing his ring, he then strode back into the front hallway, where his mother was waiting.

He walked by her without a word and went out the door. As he was mounting his broom, Narcissa came to the doorway.

"Where are you going?" she asked shrilly.

"To see if you're right," he stated simply.

"Be careful!" she called, and he kicked off the ground and sped in the direction he'd taken only twelve hours earlier.

Ginny woke up instantly.

It was like she hadn't been out at all. She sat up quickly and looked around.

She was in a large square room. There were no doors or windows and the walls were covered with evenly with brown wallpaper. Covering most of the cement floor was huge rug with designs of blood red flowers on it. Ginny was sitting in the area where there was no carpet.

Lining one wall was a large desk. From what she could see, it was empty of any parchments or quills. Overhead, hanging from the ceiling, was a large chandlier with candles, casting a flickering, eerie, and somehow romantic light across the nearly empty room.

But the most shocking thing of all was she was not alone in the room.

Harry lay beside her, not on the rug, and he was still unconcious.

Ginny tried to think of everything that had happened. Someone had taken her right from her own house. When Harry had come out of his room, he'd obviously seen her attacker. So whoever it was had to take him, too.

She thought even harder. Who would want me? The only person who might is in Azkaban and Voldemort is gone.

She sat there for a long time. Finally, Harry started to come around.

"Where are we?" he asked after seeing her. He sat up, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

"I have no idea," she replied. "Did you see who it was?"

He knew who she was referring to. "No," he said, frowning and putting his glasses back on. "It was dark, and the person had a mask on."

Ginny sighed and drew her knees up to her chin. "Do you think it's Voldemort?" she whispered.

Harry shook his head. "No, I would know if it was him. It isn't. It's someone else."

She sighed again and looked at him. Even now, even though she had Draco, every time she looked into his clear green eyes she always felt that flutter in her stomach. "What are we going to do?"

"We'll just have to wait," he answered, tearing his gaze from hers and looking around the room. "There's no way out of here." He reached into his robes and came up empty handed. "I don't have my wand, and you probably don't either."

Ginny checked and did not find it. She let out her breath loudly and tilted her head back. It was then she reached for Draco's ring around her neck. To her shock, it wasn't there. The chain was gone.

She felt like crying.

"We're trapped in here."

Draco made it to the Burrow in an hour an a half. As he landed, he checked the ring and it was still blinking rapidly.

It took a lot of guts to walk up to the front door and knock. He actually held is breath as he heard footsteps coming, and braced himself to be hexed when the door opened.

Ron peered out at Draco trying to see who he was, then frowned angrily. "What are you doing here?" he snapped.

"I decided I'd pay a little visit, Weasley. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"No."

Draco sighed furiously. "Ginny isn't here," he stated simply.

Ron's look of anger relaxed slightly. "How'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess."

"Where are they?"

"They?" Draco repeated lazily.

"Yes, they. Where's Ginny and Harry?"

"Potter? How the hell am I supposed to know where he is?"

"He's gone, too," Ron growled. "We can't find either of them."

"We?"

"Yes, we," he snapped heatedly. "They are both gone and we cannot find them."

"So Ginny isn't here," Draco repeated. "And you don't know where she went."

"Ginny went up to get Harry for me," Ron explained, exasperated. "I thought I heard a loud thumping noise, but by the time I got up there, she and Harry were gone."

She's in trouble.

Narcissa had been right about the ring. Ginny was gone, and something was wrong.

Draco turned abruptly and jumped off the porch back to his broom.

"Hey, were are you going?" Ron called after him.

"If I wanted you to know I'd tell you," he snapped over his shoulder. "You'd better pray for Potter, because I'm not going to look for him."

He flew away, leaving Ron on the porch, wondering what he exactly meant about his last statement.

As soon as he was out of distance from the Burrow, Draco hovered in the air and pulled out the ring. It was still blinking like crazy.

How is this supposed to help me find Ginny? he thought.

His mother had said whenever the person thought about the other then the sections would light up. So Draco fixed his mind on Ginny - her beautiful face, her adorable freckles. The way she always seemed to be smiling, showing off those perfect teeth and causing the corners of her eyes to wrinkle up. How she would sometimes stop kissing him just to put her lips near his ear an sing a song that had always bothered Draco when he heard on the radio, but hearing it with Ginny's voice always made him smile and kiss her again.

The blinking stopped, and the right half of the emerald lit up in one flickering light, like that of a candle.

She's east of me, he told himself. He turned right and started flying, hoping she wasn't too far away.


"I'm cold," Harry said after a while.

"Let's sit on the carpet," Ginny suggested, standing up an walking onto the disturbingly pretty rug that covered most of the room.

Harry followed her and sat down. But she didn't sit down, not yet.

She stared down at him, and he was too deep in thought to notice. Her blood began to swim as she took in his jet black hair, hair he had never been able to tame. His smooth complexion, darker than Draco's and yet looked so much like his. His glasses that he never bothered to trade in for contacts, and how he always seemed to make them look sexy. His gorgous emerald eyes that had seen so much for someone his age. Ginny had the biggest urge to grab him and cradle his head, letting him know she'd be there for him always.

Harry finally noticed her staring at him, and caught her gaze.

Without a word, she reached both her hands down and pulled him to his feet. Then she slid her arms around his neck and planted her lips on his, kissing him firmly.

He responded instantly, kissing her back. His kisses were so unlike Draco's - he was much more gentle, like he thought she was some sort of delicite piece of china that needed to be cared for carefully.

They kissed for what seemed like ages. Harry's hands were around her waist, his fingers tracing along the bare skin above the waistline of her jeans. She had goosebumps even though she was hot.

Harry's mouth left hers and he placed a trail of kisses off her chin, down her neck to her collarbone. She gripped his head, her fingers running through his hair. She should've been feeling bad about what she was doing, but she didn't. It didn't matter. It was her life, she could do whatever she wanted. And it felt so perfect - why should she feel guilty?

She'd never felt so brave with boy before. While Harry was kissing her neck her hands found the bottom of his shirt and she tugged it up. He leaned back just so she could pull it off. She gently swept her fingertips over his bare chest and felt him shiver before he leaned over and kissed her mouth.

Ginny felt a little angry that he wasn't taking any of her clothes off. She pulled away and reached for his pants, fumbling with the button.

She couldn't get it undone. "Damn," she swore softly.

Harry watched her, smiling as she attempted to unbutton it. He kissed her again, but she continued to try and get his pants open. That was when everything went wrong.

The ring led Draco to a large hill, far away from any civilization. On the top of the hill was a square building that sort of looked like a bomb shelter. He landed on the hill by the building, then looked around for an entrance.

He found a door, but also found more.

Up against the wall near the door was a broomstick, two wands, and a necklace chain. Draco crouched by these objects and noticed one of the wands as Ginny's. The other looked like Harry's. And the necklace chain - it had the other Locator ring on it. It was the chain Ginny was supposed to be wearing.

Draco swallowed, wondering what was going on. He stood up and stood before the door. Even though he knew it was probably locked, he tried to knob anyway. To his suprise, it twisted easily and opened.

The building only had one room. It was nearly empty and decorated in either brown or dark red.

He didn't have much time to inspect the interior of the room because something else caught his eye. Standing in the middle of the room were two people, kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. The girl had red hair, that beautiful wavy red hair that fell to her shoulders softly that Draco loved to touch. The boy had messy black hair and glasses.

It was Ginny and Harry.

Harry didn't have a shirt on, and Ginny was trying to unbutton his pants while kissing him.

Draco blinked as if he expected the image to disappear. But it remained, and it only made him feel as if someone had punched him hard in the stomach.

Ginny felt someone watching them, and felt a stab of annoyance. She pulled her mouth away from Harry's and left his pants alone, turning her head to the side.

At first, she felt her heart rise. There was a way out of there! The door blended in with the wall when it was closed and could obviously only be opened from the outside.

Then she saw Draco standing in the doorway, staring at them with a hard expression.

For a moment she continued to be annoyed, irritated that he'd interrupted them. But suddenly, what she'd just done came dawning on her.

She wanted to throw up.

What did I do? she thought frantically, looking at Harry to Draco. Harry had turned red and picked his shirt up off the floor. Oh, God, what did I do?

Draco held her gaze for one moment, then turned and left the room.

"Draco!" she said, and ran out after him. He was already on his broom, preparing to leave. "Wait, don't go," she whispered, tears starting to blur her vision.

He stopped and stared at her. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed. He looked more angry than sad. "Potter get's everything," he hissed venomously.

Before Ginny could stop him or even open her mouth, he had kicked off the ground and was rapidly flying away.

She sunk to her knees slowly, tears coming so fast she didn't have to blink to let them pour down her cheeks. A numbness over took her, and she had never felt as terrible as she did in that moment.

A/N: REVIEW and next part shall come out quicker! and the next chapter is where everything REALLY starts to happen!!!