AN: Howdy howdy howdy! The new chapter is here! YAAAAY! And before any one asks, no I wasn't abducted by Aliums (spelled that way cuz its cool!) but I wanted to continue this story for some ungodly reason..... Spooky ain't it?

....Dont question it though....I might change my mind! MWAHAHAHAHA!

O.o hehehehe.

Do you think I'm insane?

Well.....you should....don't blame ya if you do....

hehehehe insanity is a cool word to say.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot so don't take anything damnit!

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Draco watched as the Headmasters eyes lost their sparkle, he looked much older at the moment. His face was grew grave and he removed the half moon spectacles to rub his tired eyes. Draco felt bad for the man, he knew how high he held Potter in his heart, but Potter didn't deserve his respects.

Sighing, Professor Dumbledore spoke. "And you are sure that it was Harry that you saw?"

Draco grew angry at the mental image of Potter leaving the Grifindor tower, the content look on his face made Draco ball his fist. He practically spat out his response, reminding himself of the late Professor Snape.

"Positive."

Professor Dumbledore nodded and looked at the bed where Ginny laid, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He felt his heart grow heavy at the sight of his student emotionally drained, bruised, and broken. Madam Pomfrey was beside herself in trying to get her to respond. But Ginny didn't even blink as Madam Pomfrey pricked her with a needle.

Draco tried to calm his tired nerves with a few deep breaths, he felt so overwhelmed at the sight of Virginia Weasley, the only Griffindor that his students could tolerate. She had always been fair in taking away points, always willing to help out students, no matter what house they were in, and always showed him great respect, even though he didn't deserve it. She was always full of life and always gave everyone a brilliant smile.

A harsh contrast of what he saw in front of him.

Professor Dumbledore whispered at Madam Pomfrey to go get the youngest Weasley a bite to eat. She wanted to protest but the Headmaster raised his hand, like only Albus Dumbledore could, and she quickly left the room. He sat down beside her and gently spoke to her as he lifted her chin to the side so that he could look into her eyes.

"Ms. Weasley?"

Ginny closed her eyes as fresh tears threatened to fall, but she wouldn't let Professor Dumbledore see her crying. But when she felt him take one of her hands into both of his old and worn ones, she felt her composure slip.

He wiped away the lone tear that slipped down her cheek.

"I know that you've been through a lot, but I need to hear your version...."

Draco intervened at that moment, "But Headmaster..."

Again Professor Dumbledore raised his hand up to stop him. "She needs to get this out of her system Draco, so if you would be so kind as to give us a few moments of privacy. Please wait outside Draco."

Draco sighed, giving one last comforting look at Ginny; he left, closing the door behind him.

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I didn't want Professor Malfoy to leave....

I felt more comfortable with him here damn it!

I wanted to call after him, but there was no way you could go against the Headmaster's order. I know that he blames me for this... I can feel it, even if he won't show it. I can see the disappointment in his eyes. I felt like I could have an anxiety attack when I realized that he wanted me to tell him the story. I didn't want to...I didn't want to re-live last night... But I soon felt my mouth open, under his heavy gaze, I told him everything.... I felt like I was giving him a report or talking to him about the Prefects, my voice managed to remain composed even though I was anything but. He, thankfully, stayed silent.

I doubt that I could have handled his disappointed voice....

When I finished telling the Headmaster everything, I felt a great weight being lifted from my shoulders. I leaned back on my pillow and closed my eyes. I again found my voice as I stared at the inside of my eyelids.

"You don't believe me do you?"

He sighed; I opened my eyes again to see him smiling sadly at me. "Oh Ms. Weasley, I wish you were making this up. But unfortunately you are telling me the truth. I do believe you. And it hurts my old heart to think that I could ever not believe you."

I knew that my shock must have been apparent, but I really didn't care. "But I thought that because it was Harry...."

He interrupted me, but his words were soft and made me feel slightly better. "As much as it pains me to say this, even Harry isn't of pure mind. He has issues that he must deal with." He closed his eyes tiredly, suddenly looking 20 years older before my eyes. And then he said something that I doubt I was meant to hear, since he said it so softly that it took me a moment to register in into my head.

"But I wish that he had dealt with it sooner instead of letting it consume him..."

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Draco wanted to go punch something the moment he closed the door behind him, mainly a certain scarhead that refused to die....

Pacing around the corridor, he calmed his nerves a bit. He could feel his stomach rumble slightly, but he brushed it aside by running his hands through his disheveled hair. But his blond locks refused to keep away from his eyes.

He didn't want to think, so he kept his mind busy by counting his steps:

Left

Right

Left

Right

Left

*Stomach rumble*

Right

Left

Right

Turn

Right

*Stomach rumble*

Left

Right

Left

act...

*Stomach rumble*

This continued for the longest time, until he finally lost track of time. He could see from a window near by that it was well into the morning, everyone who was still at the castle would be at breakfast.

His stomach rumbled again slightly and he looked down at his wrinkled gray shirt. He whispered angrily, "would you just shut up already!"

*Stomach rumble*

Draco narrowed his eyes and lifted his shirt. Jabbing a finger at his flat quidditch toned stomach, he again whispered angrily. "I don't need this right now, so if you don't shut the hell up right now I won't feed you for a month!"

*Stomach rumble*

Draco sighed and rested his tired head on the stone wall; it was ice cold, it felt good against his cheek. Closing his tired eyes he tried to clear his head, but this ended with him thinking about last night.

He felt odd holding the youngest Weasley like that yesterday; all he wanted to do was comfort and hold her. Which is what he did. But he also felt so helpless not being able to do much else. But he knew that if he hadn't stayed with her last night that she could have done something drastic.

Thoughts of Ginny killing herself made Draco's stomach grow quiet.

But his thoughts drifted to Potter. As much as he hated the dolt, he didn't know what could have possessed him to do something so horrible and evil to Ginny. He was certain that Ginny had never done anything to Harry that would cause him to do something so horrible.

He doubted that anyone could have caused Potter to act so violently.

It didn't make sense to him though; Potter was too much of a ninny to even tell the girl he loved that he liked her. What changed him so much in so little time?

Thinking back to the last time he had seen Potter before last night, he seemed harmless. But then Draco remembered the look in his eyes as he left the train. He hadn't noticed it then, but now.... He knew there was something wrong with 'The Boy who lived.'

Opening his own eyes, he could still see the venom green eyes that held a glint of something that wasn't right.

The same eyes he had seen last night.

But what did it mean? Turning around he decided that it would have to wait for later. As the Headmaster finally opened the door he decided on one thing.

He would get to the bottom of this...

But now...his student was waiting for him, and he would try his best to help her through the pain.

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AN2: I didn't really like this chapter....but then again...I think everything I write is crap....

oh well.

Thanks for the reviews, you guys are to kind for your own good. But its so flatering *giggles* makes my ego big ^_^