Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us all over until book 6.

A/N: I am astounded by how many people love the whole Camelot thing! Thank you all very much. The next two chapters will have a little more of that in it, just because everyone likes it so much. ===============================================================

Ginny sat on her bed, looking down at the History of Magic paper before her. After she fled the library she had set it aside and finished the rest of her homework. Now it was sitting in front of her as she sat on her bed. She stared out the window.

It had been at least four hours since she had been in the library. She had missed supper once again, but she wasn't upset as she watched the majestic scene outside her window. The sun was beginning to set, and the light it reflected bounced off the frost on the trees from the forbidden forest.

Looking at the beautiful scene before her, she never noticed that she had begun to write on the parchment. Her quill forming words that she didn't even know she was thinking. Suddenly there was a knock at the dorm room. Ginny snapped out of her daydream and looked down at the parchment.

"Heartbroken and angry Arthur made bad choices and eventually died along with his heir. The funny thing about the whole thing is that it never would have happened, Camelot would have never died, if Guinevere never married raven-haired Arthur but saw what the fair Lancelot could offer her. It was a choice - the life of an often ignored wife of a noble hero or the one who would never forget or be less than mesmerized with the fire that was her."

Shocked that she had written almost exactly what Draco had said in the library she pushed the offending parchment off her bed. Her head was too full to think about it. I mean she had OWLS to worry about after all, why did Draco feel the need to confuse her even more. Maybe he was just trying to get the pictures and the LeVerne letter. What better way than to seduce her with his words, since she definitely wasn't going to be seduced the other way? No, she was not even going to think about it.

There was another knock at the door.

"Ginny, I think we need to talk," Harry's voice came through the door.

"How did you get up here Harry?" she asked timidly.

"Hermione, told me how to do it so the steps wouldn't turn into a slide. Are you decent? Can I come in? It's really important," he said impatiently.

Ginny sighed. She really, really didn't want to deal with this at the moment. However, she was pretty sure Harry would stay out there until tomorrow if she didn't let him in.

"Come on in Harry," she sighed.

The door to the room swung open, as Harry's eyes darted around looking for Ginny. He was a little surprised to note that her bed was the same place his was in his dormitory. She was sitting on her bed and she had her hair down. It was flowing past her shoulders. The twinkling light of the sunset shined on her, making her more dignified and stunning than he had ever seen her.

"Ginny," he said softly as he walked over to her. Sitting down on the bed beside her, he heard the crinkling of parchment beneath his feet. Bending down, he picked up the parchment on the floor and read it. Confusion and jealousy ran through him for a second. "Is this what Malfoy was talking to you about in the library?" he asked sternly.

"It's all nonsense Harry," Ginny said, reaching for the paper. "It's just my history of magic homework."

"It's more than that and we both know it," he snapped. "I want you to tell me EXACTLY what is going on between the two of you."

"I don't know what's going on, O.K.? Satisfied? I think Draco's just trying to get me flustered so I'll stop blackmailing him," she said her temper raising.

"You're blackmailing him?" Harry said shocked. "With what?"

"Lots of things," she said before sighing. "It's not important Harry. I'm going to stop so he will stop acting this way. I was trying to blackmail him into being nice -"

Harry snorted in disbelief.

"He has been nice," Ginny said hotly. "Nicer than you've been to me lately any how."

"Now that's a little below the belt Gin," Harry said angrily.

"No, it's not Harry and we both know it," she spat. "Yes, you let me sit by you and yes, you haven't been acting like we're all toddlers, but I'm not included in you and Ron and Hermione's plans. Don't tell me you're not up to something, every year you are. And every year, since the Chamber, I've helped you as much as I could and you know it."

"Ginny," Harry said taking one of her hands. "I know that's all true. There are just somethings, you're better off not knowing, but I know that you will always be there for me. Promise me that you'll always be there."

Ginny smiled sadly before getting up and making her way to the door, "I promise I'll always be there when you need me, but I can't promise I'll wait for you."

As Ginny left the room, Harry looked down at the parchment in his hand. Crunching it up in his fists, he decided not to let Ginny out of his sight. If Malfoy was up to something, Ginny was not going to be caught up in it. And if Malfoy was sincere, Harry wasn't going to let him within 20 feet of her.

Over the next few days, Ginny began noticing that she couldn't do anything by herself. Ron, Hermione and Harry followed her everywhere. If she had to go to the library, Hermione would go with her. If she had to go on rounds, Ron would walk her down. If she wanted to get a bite to eat, Harry would go with her. Even when she went to the prefect's bath, there would be at least one knock on the door and one of the trio would ask if she was O.K. It was beginning to drive her nutters.

Harry had even put his arm around her at supper today. She was busy reading and didn't even notice until she heard a loud clunk from the Slytherin table. Looking up she locked eyes with an extremely irate Draco Malfoy, who had slammed his silverware down on his plate. It was then she noticed that he wasn't glaring at her, but at something by her. It was then she noticed Harry's arm. She took Harry's arm off her shoulder and watched as Draco stormed out of the great hall.

Of course then she had to hear about it from the trio. Still she didn't have a moments peace.

All she wanted was just to give Draco back the pictures and the LaVerne letter. She'd have to get near him to do it, and it seemed the trio seemed to be corralling her as far away from the Slytherins as at all possible. Finally, she saw her chance.

She was at the library, sitting at the table for one in the back. The trio was sitting at the next closest desk, which just happened to be at the other end of two long bookshelves. Every once and awhile she would see one of them look up to make sure she was still there. Quickly she wondered if she would get expelled for putting a sticking charm in all their seats, then she saw Blaise and Greg enter the library. She watched them as they walked by the trio, Blaise caught her eye and she motioned for him to go to the next bookcase.

Ginny got up, picked up one of the books she was studying from and went to replace it on the shelf. Hermione saw her, but didn't think anything of it as she disappeared behind the shelf.

"What's with the 24-hour guard?" Blaise asked.

"I don't know, but I wish they would just all jump in the lake with the giant squid. I really need some peace of mind and to get something to Draco," she said.

"What do you suggest?"

"Greg," she said turning to the other Slytherin. "Would you distract them for me please? Just for about 10 minutes?"

"Anything," he answered lovingly.

Ginny smiled, and Greg was almost glowing. "Thank you. Could you do it right now?"

He nodded and took off toward the trio's table.

"What now Madame?" Blaise asked leaning against the bookcase.

"Take off you Slytherin robes and I hope you know the hair-coloring charm," she said as she slid off her Gryffindor robes. "You and I are going to trade places."

"They're not going to believe I'm you," he said as they handed each other the robes.

"They don't look that closely anyway," she said shrugging his robe on and casting a hair-changing spell. "As long as they see someone in Gryffindor robes with red hair, they won't know the difference. You don't have to worry about anything, unless they want a closer look."

"Oh goody. The password's cockatrice, he will be in the dormitory second room in the left passage. Based on that little performance at supper I'd said he'll be quite pissed. Got all that?"

"Deadly serpent the password, second room got it," she said as she looked around the corner to see that somehow Ron and Harry had managed to get into a fight with Greg and Hermione yelling at them to stop. Quickly she darted out whispering "Thanks Blaise."

"You're welcome," he answered lightly, going to sit at the table in the back of the library. He just hoped that he had some of his room left in once piece when this was all said and done.