(Where Exactly in the books does it say "Virginia?" I'll give a cookie to whoever can give me a page number and book)

(Also: A Big Squee!, I just got the Box Car Racer CD. It's yay. Some of the songs are a little hmmm *stares at My First Punk Song* But Cat Like Thief, There Is, Watch the World, and Letters to God… *shakes head* wow. Probably a few more, but those are the ones I obsessed over the first run through the CD… If you liked the songs I've put on here so far, I'd recommend getting one or all of those songs… they're yay.)

I fell down again, but I can't complain
another false step could drive me insane
all I got's myself, here to blame so
I shake off the seat and I, start again
oh no I said I want to go back
but I can't win the shit; I'm gonna stay on track
yeah, make a deal like that
I keep my head up, but I never react

I wrote it down a list a month ago
sixteen chapters of one thing you've blown
the best thing yet to help you through and through
that she was i feel her more than you

don't leave
don't leave her

--Box Car Racer, Cat Like Thief (My neeeew favorite song!)

"Gin?"

I grunted. It was that damned morning thing again. However, today it wasn't Hermione trying to get me up, it was everyone's favorite big brudder, Ron.

"This is the girls' dorm, Ron."

"Yeah… I know… But your… your roommates are… gone." His voice was nervous. Hermione was putting him up to this.

"That's nice. Leave."

He coughed.

"Okay, bye Ron—"

"Ginny, I'm sorry. It was mean of me to say that about your…" He mumbled something that vaguely reminded me of 'boyfriend.' I sat up.

"Harry's back?"

"No."

I paused, staring at him. "So why are you apologizing?"

He looked around. "Because I… was a bastard to your" there was that mumble again "and it was uncalled for and I'm sorry and stuff…"

"Oh. So Harry's not back?"

"… No, Ginny, he isn't."

"Shit." I mumbled, then got up, checked the mirror hurriedly, rubbed some eye boogers away, and went to the bureau. "Ron, go away." He did and I quickly put on another skirt and tie. I couldn't find another shirt. Damnit. I snapped my shoes on and made my way downstairs as fast as possible, nearly running into Ron and doing my best to ignore him as he waited for me by the portrait hole.

***

In the Great Hall I went right to the Slytherin table, grabbed Draco by the back of his shirt, and pulled him backwards.

"Er, hullo, Gwen," he started nervously, looking up at me.

"You and I need to talk, Malfoy." I said calmly.

"That's… sure, okay, let's." I let him up. He turned and stared at me. "Now?"

"Yep."

"…Okay…"

Crabbe was gaping at me; Goyle was cracking his knuckles. I flipped him the bird as a whipped Draco stood up and followed me out to the grounds. We went over to the tree where we'd kissed a few Saturdays ago. Everything around us was tranquil. It pissed me off. "Why, Draco?"

"Ginny, I didn't."

"Fuck you."

"Thank you, but I didn't do it, Gwen."

"My name is Ginny." I snapped. I had to snap. I wanted to believe him. So badly. But of course that was impossible. "…Then what was that last night?"

He shook his head. "I…" He cringed. "Okay, sit down. It's a long story. Wait, no it isn't. Okay, it isn't long, but it'll surprise you. Wait… not that either. Damnit, just stand up. Okay, I'm a spy. For Voldemort. I'm supposed to piss Potter off, and that's it. Until last summer. Father asked me if there was any way possible to get closer to Potter."

"Shit… Ron was right."

"No, no, see, I didn't know this was going to happen. Okay? I haven't even had contact with father since you… you know. Asked me out. I have no idea where Potter is."

"What, but…" I stared. "I… so where is he? You really are a spy? But Harry…" My hands flew to my temples. My head hurt.

"I honestly have no idea where he is, Gin."

"That's what the twins said when they shoved Ron up the flue."

He looked like he might snicker, but delicately stifled it. "You do know everyone thinks you've done it, especially after the show Ron gave last night at dinner."

"Wonderful… well, didn't everyone just assume it before?"

"Oh, we knew you were a super evil git, but we just thought you were too full of yourself to not have told us you were a spy."

"Yes, well, it is hard."

I rolled my eyes. "Draco, we need to find Harry."

"Okay."

"I'm serious. They blame you, they blame me, I get disowned, you get hurt severely…"

"Oh yeah, that."

I sighed. "Draco, I'm serious. If you really like me, you'll help me here…"

"What can I do? Wait, what can you do?"

"I don't know, you're the spy!"

"Egh… if father hasn't told me yet that they've captured Potter, he most likely won't tell me at all."

"Wonderful," I mumbled. "So we're both screwed."

"Hey, you wanted to go out with me in the first place."

I sighed and turned away.

"Gwen, Gin, whoever the hell you are… I… I'm… blegh, I'm sorry."

"What do you want me to say, now? 'Oh, that's fine, I know you're a spy for the Dark Lord, but you weren't the spy that kidnapped and/or brutally murdered my brother's best friend and my own eternal unrequited love object so then I guess it's all ducky now let's go in the Slytherin Common Room and make hot, monkey, love?!" I suddenly burst out, turning back to him and screaming the last three words at the top of my lungs. In the willow beside us, a flock of birds shrieked and flew away in a huge cloud.

We stood, staring at each other for a long moment. "Well, it's a better idea than I had." He finally stated matter-of-factly.

Ergh. "And what was that?" I finally asked him, against my better judgement.

"Go after him. But I do like your idea much more, now that I think of it—"

"Ginny? What are you doin— oh… hello… Malfoy…"

I turned and saw Harry Potter walking along the edge of the lake with a sandwich and a plastic smile.

"Harry?" I yelled at the same time Draco yelled "Potter?"

Harry stopped and blinked at us.

"Where were you?" I asked stupidly after a beat.

"Er. Long story, that is. Where're Ron and Hermione?"

"Breakfast…" I answered, rather confused indeed.

"Thanks! See you."

And he went inside. Draco and I turned and stared at each other. He was as confused as I was. Another long pause.

"…So. Wanna try that thing in the Slytherin Common Room now?"

I punched him nonchalantly in the stomach and set off after Harry, still wanting to know what was going on. "What?" Draco yelled after me, then ran up to catch me, smirking the whole way.