Chapter Three: Trust

"Ginny wait! What's wrong?"

Harry said, as they both walked out of the hall. She turned to face him,

"How much do you know about who was with Malfoy?" Her eyed her slowly, then shook his head,

"You know, you're starting to sound like you want to keep something secret...like who was with him, was it you? If it was, Ron will be terribly upset." Harry frowned, as he watched her face twitch slightly. "It is you."

He said, slightly shocked. "Harry you listen to me-you'd better not tell any of the others-do you understand me?" Her voice shook slightly, sounding almost vicious. He slowly, as before, shook his head. "You can trust me, it'll be hard to keep this a secret, but you can trust me.''

Harry replied as he walked down the hall. She started to walk a separate ways, as she rounded the corner she saw by the wall a figure, hunched over, head in hands. She swallowed, and walked nervously up to him. "Are you okay?"

He looked up and she gasped. Deep blood marks were all over his face, his lip was bleeding, and the blood dripped slowly on his robes. His robes were all torn, there were gashes around his jaw. He lied about cutting his arm and his leg acting funny. Someone attacked him...but why...who was he protecting?