Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. My initials are not J.K.R., and
this story it to amuse other fans until the next book comes out.
Thankfully school went on without too many more distractions.
With the absence of OWLS, Hermione was already pushing Ron and Harry to start working to prepare for their NEWTS. Harry was busy with Occlumency lessons, which were still leaving him drained and with a splitting headache. Ron, on the other hand, made good on his word to "protect" his sister.
Thankfully that ended one October nights when he had jinxed Dean Thomas after finding him and Ginny in an abandoned class room snogging. The ending result being that Dean dumped Ginny and Ginny practiced a new hex on Ron with interesting results.
"It's not funny at all," Ron stated as he tugged at his new tail and ears. "Look at me."
"I am looking at you," said Harry between his laughs.
Hermione too couldn't contain her laughter as she searched to find some way to return Ron's ears and get rid of his tail.
"Well you were acting like an ass, you might as well look like one," Ginny snapped from the other side of the room as she was doing her homework. Neville, who was sitting beside Ginny doing his homework, stifled a snicker.
"Come on Ginny, Fix this or I'm telling Mom," Ron begged.
"Go ahead. I think she would be quite interested to hear how you jinxed Dean and sent him running."
"Please Ginny."
"No. I think that suits you just fine," she snapped.
"Ginny," Harry gasped between laughs as he walked over to her. "That was great! You really need to teach everyone in D.A. that hex."
"You should just be lucky I didn't try it out on you. I'm not quite over that little stunt you pulled on the way to the carriages."
Harry frowned. It had been a month already. He really did not like being on Ginny's bad side. A lump formed in Harry's throat.
"Look Ginny I'm really sorry about that," he said. "I know you can take care of yourself, but you didn't have a wand at the time and I don't know what Malfoy was - is up to and it bothers me as far as your concerned. It's not like I think you need a bodyguard like you said, It's just that Malfoy plays dirty and who knows what might happen. I mean Neville you agree with me right."
"Don't drag me into this. I remember what happened last year. Ginny can definitely fend for herself," Neville said as Ginny shot him a smile.
"I guess I wasn't really thinking, but you can't blame me at the moment. Or maybe you can blame me. It just felt right at the time. I mean not throwing you over my shoulder, not that it was awkward or anything, but I just didn't want him around you and neither does Ron and it was just -"
""Harry, your babbling," Ginny smirked as she looked up from her paper.
"So you forgive me?" he said reaching out to take her hand.
The action seemed to shock Ginny as she dropped the quill in her other hand.
"Yes Harry I forgive you," she said quietly.
"Thank you Gin," he said as he realized just how nice her hand felt in his.
"But I'm going to need my hand back or you're going to have to finish this potion essay and then my Charms homework."
"Oh right," he said releasing her.
"It's all right."
And it was for a while, before the rein of Death Eater attacks began in late November.
News of Death Eater attacks came every so often. Sometimes a black envelope, much like a howler, would show up in one of the head of houses' hands. Then the unlucky student, usually a muggle-born, was taken out of the hall to hear the awful news.
Snape couldn't provide much information about too many of the attacks. Some of them were averted, others were not. With each passing day, the pressure seemed to be building. The only ones that didn't seem surprised when news of an attack came were Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
Sitting down at the breakfast table one day, Harry noticed Ron give a snarling look over at the Slytherin table.
"What do you want to bet his got the mark already?" he said.
Harry shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past him. I don't know how he could know about all the attacks. Snape doesn't even know about half of them. I mean what good is it to have a spy if he can't get you information."
"Professor Snape does get information Harry," Hermione whispered. "Besides haven't either of you noticed the letters?"
"What letters?"
"Honestly. A day or two before any attack Malfoy has gotten a letter. I bet they are from his father."
"In Azkaban?," Harry said as he bitterly added "probably from his aunt."
"Either way," Hermione said. "If we could just find a way to get those letters they may tell us where any future attacks may be."
"Polyjuice potion again?" asked Ron.
"No. I think they would be in Malfoy's room and we'd have to make sure no one catches us when we go through looking for them. Someone might ask questions if Crabbe and Goyle are tearing up Malfoy's things don't you think."
"But we've got the map and Harry's invisibility cloak."
"We just need to come up with a plan and we have to make sure Malfoy and the rest of the sixth-year Slytherins aren't around while we look for the letters."
Thankfully school went on without too many more distractions.
With the absence of OWLS, Hermione was already pushing Ron and Harry to start working to prepare for their NEWTS. Harry was busy with Occlumency lessons, which were still leaving him drained and with a splitting headache. Ron, on the other hand, made good on his word to "protect" his sister.
Thankfully that ended one October nights when he had jinxed Dean Thomas after finding him and Ginny in an abandoned class room snogging. The ending result being that Dean dumped Ginny and Ginny practiced a new hex on Ron with interesting results.
"It's not funny at all," Ron stated as he tugged at his new tail and ears. "Look at me."
"I am looking at you," said Harry between his laughs.
Hermione too couldn't contain her laughter as she searched to find some way to return Ron's ears and get rid of his tail.
"Well you were acting like an ass, you might as well look like one," Ginny snapped from the other side of the room as she was doing her homework. Neville, who was sitting beside Ginny doing his homework, stifled a snicker.
"Come on Ginny, Fix this or I'm telling Mom," Ron begged.
"Go ahead. I think she would be quite interested to hear how you jinxed Dean and sent him running."
"Please Ginny."
"No. I think that suits you just fine," she snapped.
"Ginny," Harry gasped between laughs as he walked over to her. "That was great! You really need to teach everyone in D.A. that hex."
"You should just be lucky I didn't try it out on you. I'm not quite over that little stunt you pulled on the way to the carriages."
Harry frowned. It had been a month already. He really did not like being on Ginny's bad side. A lump formed in Harry's throat.
"Look Ginny I'm really sorry about that," he said. "I know you can take care of yourself, but you didn't have a wand at the time and I don't know what Malfoy was - is up to and it bothers me as far as your concerned. It's not like I think you need a bodyguard like you said, It's just that Malfoy plays dirty and who knows what might happen. I mean Neville you agree with me right."
"Don't drag me into this. I remember what happened last year. Ginny can definitely fend for herself," Neville said as Ginny shot him a smile.
"I guess I wasn't really thinking, but you can't blame me at the moment. Or maybe you can blame me. It just felt right at the time. I mean not throwing you over my shoulder, not that it was awkward or anything, but I just didn't want him around you and neither does Ron and it was just -"
""Harry, your babbling," Ginny smirked as she looked up from her paper.
"So you forgive me?" he said reaching out to take her hand.
The action seemed to shock Ginny as she dropped the quill in her other hand.
"Yes Harry I forgive you," she said quietly.
"Thank you Gin," he said as he realized just how nice her hand felt in his.
"But I'm going to need my hand back or you're going to have to finish this potion essay and then my Charms homework."
"Oh right," he said releasing her.
"It's all right."
And it was for a while, before the rein of Death Eater attacks began in late November.
News of Death Eater attacks came every so often. Sometimes a black envelope, much like a howler, would show up in one of the head of houses' hands. Then the unlucky student, usually a muggle-born, was taken out of the hall to hear the awful news.
Snape couldn't provide much information about too many of the attacks. Some of them were averted, others were not. With each passing day, the pressure seemed to be building. The only ones that didn't seem surprised when news of an attack came were Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
Sitting down at the breakfast table one day, Harry noticed Ron give a snarling look over at the Slytherin table.
"What do you want to bet his got the mark already?" he said.
Harry shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past him. I don't know how he could know about all the attacks. Snape doesn't even know about half of them. I mean what good is it to have a spy if he can't get you information."
"Professor Snape does get information Harry," Hermione whispered. "Besides haven't either of you noticed the letters?"
"What letters?"
"Honestly. A day or two before any attack Malfoy has gotten a letter. I bet they are from his father."
"In Azkaban?," Harry said as he bitterly added "probably from his aunt."
"Either way," Hermione said. "If we could just find a way to get those letters they may tell us where any future attacks may be."
"Polyjuice potion again?" asked Ron.
"No. I think they would be in Malfoy's room and we'd have to make sure no one catches us when we go through looking for them. Someone might ask questions if Crabbe and Goyle are tearing up Malfoy's things don't you think."
"But we've got the map and Harry's invisibility cloak."
"We just need to come up with a plan and we have to make sure Malfoy and the rest of the sixth-year Slytherins aren't around while we look for the letters."