Chapter IV: You do know how to laugh, right?

-Inuits believe that all left handed people are potential sorcerers. -Lefty Handbook

Ginny felt very stupid. Yesterday she had blown up at Draco and then left with Lauren. Then on top of all that she had told him about Harry and the others. She was sure he would snitch on them. She rolled over in her bed. Fun. It was another night. Darkness brought dreams. Things she had grown to hate. They hadn't gotten better, even after five years.

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Draco stared up at the canopy over his bed.

"Wonderful, Fathers gone and tried to do another plan," he thought.

As frightening as Lucius may have seemed he came up with horrible plans. Draco heard stories from his mum about how people had fun of his father and his plans. They rivaled Hannibal's 'great' idea to bring elephants over the Alps in the winter. Or whoever came up with the flour baby project. The whole diary thing had been his henchman's idea!

Nevertheless, Draco tried to reason to him self; Slytherins are still much smarter than Griffindors. They left a note! Who leaves notes anymore?

Oh yeah, his father.

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Draco ran into Ginny the next day. Correction: Ginny ran into him. Malfoys are never that clumsy.

"Watch it Weasley!" Draco sneered. Luckily the corridor was empty.

"Read this," she wasted no time, shoving a paper at him. Draco saw the Malfoy seal on it and groaned inwardly.

It read:

To whom it may concern,

Harry Potter and his worthless friends are dead.

-Lord Voldemort
P.S. Send the Slytherins my regards.
"It's a lie," Draco said.

"What?" Ginny nearly dropped the flour baby.

"Voldemort would have said more and that's not his handwriting."

"I don't want to know how on earth you know what his-."

"Same way you do, or have you forgotten? Anyway there's not much time, we have to leave now."

Ginny shifted Lauren to her other hip and frowned. "Why are you acting this way? Why are you not insulting me? I thought you hated my brother and his friends."

"I can't explain now, we have to leave now." Draco stressed this last bit.

"And you wont turn us over to your father," Ginny said sarcastically.

"No I'm not-." Draco said as he folded his arms.

"Right."

"You'll just have to trust me. Now give me Lauren and I'll have Blaise take care of her." Draco reached for the flour baby.

Ginny shrunk from him, "Don't-I-I'll take care of her." Ginny spun around and marched off, Leaving Draco to go pack.

He brought out his Channel hiking bag (durable satin guaranteed to hold for wizards!).

In it he packed:

-some clothes (Armani shirts, and leather trousers.)

-a hair brush and styling gel from BlondeWizard

-a wizard's compass

He gathered his bag, wand and broomstick and with a flick of his white hair he walked out of the Slytherin house to find Ginny waiting for him.

"Well are you ready?" she asked.

She had a bag as well but it was not as...chic.

"You'll have to nick a broom form the broom cupboard."

Ginny shifted and stalked off to the quidditch field.

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Ginny felt very self conscious. She didn't know how to act around Draco. As if she didn't walk the right way. Plus his leather trousers were dead sexy.

"Stop it!" Ginny silently cried.

She stalked up to the broom shed but paused when she heard scuffling inside. Looking back at Draco she frowned.

"What the-?" she wondered aloud as she yanked open the door.

And out fell:

Neville and Pansy?

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