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Author's note: Oh my gosh, you knew that was Ginny's room? Honestly, I had to re-read the entire chapter on the Burrow because I couldn't even remember what Ron's room looked like and you even know that Ginny's room is on the third floor? Amazing. Really, really amazing.

Anyways, thank you very much for the encouraging reviews. I love reviews. Never stop to review…reviews are like oxygen. If you stop reviewing you cut me of the air suppliant.

I'm never quite sure whether the things I write are good or not. And I truly don't know if something I intend to be funny really is. So, thanks a lot.

And I'm quite aware of the fact the last cliff-hanger was mean and a bit silly. I simply thought I had to stop because what is going to come is stupid and silly and not the least bit funny and definitely not worth the end of a chapter.

I'm sorry I didn't update earlier and that this chapter is rather short, but yesterday was horrible and I couldn't think of how to go on…but, here we go…

                      

Warning: The spelling might be really awful. I couldn't double check it with the Word spell-check and it is so hard to spot the mistakes when all you have got are the words on the screen, and honestly, I didn't have time to print the pages and correct it…so please, bear with me and my errors.

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Chapter 3

Ginny's Wand

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Draco had been prepared for almost everything. He had expected to see Hermione covered with blood, nearly dead or at least badly injured. He had been flying down the stairs to save her from whatever was attacking her, his heart beating wildly against his ribcage, because the thought that something dangerous was down there with his Hermione was about to drive him crazy. 

However, Draco wasn't the least prepared for the sight greeting him now.

He wasn't sure whether to laugh or not, but he could definitely not take his eyes of Hermione who was right in front of him. She was surrounded by heaps of clothes and old magazines and her legs swinging and dancing, taping and gliding. Frankly spoken, she did look quite ridiculous with her upper body hardly moving and her feet gone out of control.

"Don't you dare laugh or say a word, Draco Malfoy!" she said threateningly glaring at him.

Draco grinned smugly, then shrugged and turned on his heels to go back upstairs. Hermione shrieked.

"Draco! You can't just leave me here!" an exasperated Hermione managed to get out while performing difficult looking steps she would have been proud to do in a ballroom or on a similar festive occasion. Now she simply wanted to be able to command her feet on her own free will.

Draco turned and facing her he replied with a smug smirk "Why not? You seem perfectly all right to me."

"I'm not perfectly all right!" she insisted and then added in a low voice: "You can't leave me here because…because I can't perform the counter course." Her mumbling was barely audible. "I…I can't reach the wand with my feet doing the jitterbug all the time, you see." And with that Hermione pointed at a wand lying in the far corner of the room, while her feet decided that it was now time for tap-dancing for a change.

"And I thought you wouldn't want me saying anything?"

"Now, come on, Draco, please, I can't stand this any longer." Hermione begged defeated, her face flushed and increasingly sweaty.

"All right. I wouldn't have left you alone in here for long anyway." He assured her and a swish and a short flick of his wand later Hermione could finally sit down on the ground massaging her feet.

"Thank you." She said faintly, still trying to catch her breathe and rather red in the face.

"You're welcome. Now, would you mind telling me how exactly that happened?"

"I was searching for something to wear and when I reached out to pull that robe out from under those magazines and stuff I accidentally touched that wand and it went off and kind of backfired, I think."

"A wand can't backfire that easily. You're sure you didn't do anything?" he asked furrowing his brow.

"Well, yes." Came the hesitant reply and Draco knew for sure that she was lying, but for now he would simply pretend to believe her and play along with her silly charade. He watched her intently, but Hermione wouldn't look at him and kept her eyes cast down on the ground. It wasn't of importance anyways; there were other things he needed to take care of.

"Do you think you're a witch, Hermione?" he asked with a frown and with a few long strides he picked up the wand and tossed it to the panting girl sitting amongst outdated "Witch Weekly" magazines and dirty rags and robes.

"Here. I'm pretty sure it's not yours, but you can try and see if you can use it. Do you remember any spells?"

Hermione looked at the wand in her hands and twirled it between her fingers. It looked so familiar. "Nine inches, redwood, unicorn hair." she mumbled, not listening to Draco who was reciting various spells he thought would be easy enough for her to try and perform in the first place.

The wand was so familiar. She could tell it wasn't hers, but she knew she had seen it before and therefore knew its owner.

"Hermione!"

She was suddenly aware of the rather annoyed and angry sound of Draco's voice.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"You didn't listen to a thing I just said, did you? For Merlin's sake, woman! Get a grip!" Draco was about to explode. How could she dare ignore him?

Hermione just looked at him innocently with big, brown eyes. She didn't give a damn whether he was furious or not. Draco, however, decided it would be more stylish and appropriate to fume in silence. "I'm waiting outside. Hurry up now, I don't want to stay here any longer." He didn't even glance at her when he turned and left to go downstairs.

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Hermione remained sitting on the floor. The wand in her hand felt so smooth and warm, it nearly seemed to her that it gave her comfort even though she didn't understand why all of a sudden sadness filled her mind and heart. 

Finally she stood up and gathered some of the things she thought might come in handy later.