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A/N: Sorry for the long, and I mean LONG, wait for this chapter guys, but it's all because of the fact that my internet modem broke and it took me almost a MONTH to figure out what the hell was wrong with it, scuse' my french....anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's the one that actually opens up a sort of plot line as you can imagine...

Description: Have you ever been faced with an impossible choice? One that could seriously alter your life and the lives of those around you? A choice that, once made, you might regret forever? What if you had to choose or you and two others would die, but if you did choose one of them would die anyway? What if you were Virginia Weasley, choosing between the boy you've loved, and the boy you've come to trust more than anyone in your entire life? Who will she choose? Not your Average H/G & D/G story, with hints of T/G lingering in it.

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Chapter 3


"Miss Weasley! Perhaps you'd like to receive a detention for sleeping during my lecture?" Snape drawled lazily as he snapped his wand down on her desk to wake her. Shifting uncomfortably, she looked up and groaned inwardly.


"No, professor, I wouldn't like to receive a detention," she replied, trying her best not to contribute her own cocky attitude to her newfound situation.


"Ten points from Gryffindor, and a detention for Miss Weasley as well. Not a good way to begin the new school year, I must warn you," he added icily. Squeezing her cheeks in her hands, she made a monkey-like face to Snape's back as she stared down at the blank sheet of parchment that should have been filled with notes. Bored, she began to draw on the paper. Little circles here, flying snitches there. She drew the first things that fluttered into her mind. Being a sixth year wouldn't be what it was cracked up to be she began to notice through her first few days of classes. Homework piled up quickly, and she was coming to realize that if you didn't do it all at a steady pace you would be sure to break your neck and die trying.


"Class dismissed," Professor Snape drawled lazily as he dismissed the students a bit early. Looking down at the parchment to see her finished result, she frowned. On the paper she had sketched two boys smack dab in the center, facing off towards each other. She knew instantly that those two would be Draco and Harry, but what had shocked her was what she had drawn over the two of them, being a dark cloud with a delicate outline of a face swimming in it. "Well, Miss Weasley? What are you waiting for, another detention? Leave my classroom at once!" ordered Snape, shocking Ginny into compliance.


"Gin! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere! How was class?" she heard Harry's voice greet as she turned around the corner of one of Hogwarts' many corridors. Shifting uncomfortably, she crumpled up the artwork she had drawn and tossed it to the ground casually behind her.


"It, in a word, blew. I got detention for falling asleep! Can I help it if I find Snape utterly boring?" Ginny muttered angrily as she threw her hands up in the air, causing Harry to laugh and throw his arms around her happily.


"Ginny, Snape is Snape. You've had him as a teacher for six years, and you've put up with him for just as long. What's gotten into you?" he asked her as he released her from his strong but at the same time meager grip.


"I've grown up a lot this summer is all, I guess," she added hopefully as she began to continue on down the corridor, Harry trailing along behind her.


"Yes, I guess you have!" he muttered, sending her into complete shock. Harry Potter? Telling her that she had grown up? That couldn't have been true. She put her hand up to her mouth and began to bite her fingernails on reflex.


"So, do you have Quidditch practice anytime soon?" Ginny asked, trying to switch the topic to something more appropriate in her eyes. He frowned.


"No. Not for another week. You want to go to the library and talk for a while or something?" he offered hopefully, waiting to see her reaction. Inside she frowned, she hadn't been to the library since last year with a certain Slytherin boy of whom she hadn't spoken to since that day, but on the other hand here was the boy she had been smitten with for the longest time, asking her to go to the library with him, whatever that meant. Smiling, she concurred. The library seemed so foreign when she went to visit it with Harry, perhaps because the two of them stayed up close and away from most of the darker, more advance books.It wasn't gloomy, but more cheery.


"So..." she asked curiously, trying to create some small talk as she opened up a book that didn't seem in the least bit interesting.


"The Library...A great place to speak about things you don't want others to overhear, eh Potter? Weasley?" came the cold, cruel voice of Draco Malfoy as he sauntered into the isle the two thought they had cleverly hidden themselves in.


"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here?" Ginny added quickly, trying to make sure that she hadn't sounded excited by finally running into him.


"I could ask the two of you the same. What's wrong, Potter? Upset that your confession of love isn't going as planned?" he asked bitterly, bringing about a crimson blush to Harry's cheeks.


"What are you talking about?" Ginny scoffed angrily, wondering what it was Draco knew that Ginny didn't. He didn't even give a glance in her direction.


"Why don't you ask Potter, Virginia?" he added coldly, trying not to give off any sign of emotion.


"What is he talking about, Harry?" Ginny asked him carefully; not sure if she really wanted to hear the answer.


"What he's talking about is this," was all that Harry uttered as he moved to place his hands on Ginny's shoulders, only as soon as he went in to kiss her, Draco gave a strong shove from behind him and pulled his wand out on Harry.


"BOYS! What is going on here?" came Madame Pince's stern voice. Ginny put a thumb to her mouth and stared from Harry to Draco.


"Harry...Draco...Draco attacked Harry, Madame Pince," Ginny finally spit out, not daring to make eye contact with either boy.


"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I guess that lands you in detention. I'll inform Professor Snape. Get going, you three, I don't need any more distractions in the library right now," she added as she ushered them out of the room.


"This isn't the end of this, Potter," Draco sneered as he sulked on down the hall.


"What was that about?" Ginny asked Harry as soon as Draco disappeared down the corridor, her fingers rubbing at her upper arm compulsively.


"No idea. He's barmy, that one is," Harry shook his head as he tried to make sense of what he just experienced.


"No he isn't, Harry...he just...he's just different, okay?" Ginny muttered defensively on reflex.


"Defending a Malfoy, now, are you Gin?" Harry asked curiously, raising his left eyebrow at her. She frowned and bit her lower lip.


"No, I wasn't defending him, I was merely defending all of the nutters out there that you just insulted by calling Malfoy one of them," she laughed guiltily, hoping that it'd bring that innocent smile of his to his lips. When it arrived she breathed a sigh of relief and began to lead them down yet another corridor.


"So...Gin," Harry started, his voice becoming more serious yet.


"Yes, Harry?" she asked, frowning as she waited for him to reply. He reached a hand up and scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably.


"Well, er, the next Hogsmeade trip is coming up and, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to, you know, go with me?" he asked curiously, his voice filled with excitement and dread.


"Oh, Harry! Of course I would!" Ginny said, wondering why she wasn't as happy as she thought she would be. Harry's face broke out with glee and he moved in to kiss her. She must have accidentally shifted or something, though, because his lips missed and hit her cheek instead. "Well, Harry, um, I guess I'll see you then, if not sooner!" she muttered, feigning a state of complete bliss as she skipped off down the hall, Harry watching after her. He turned to walk away, bumping into Malfoy inevitably. Without uttering a word, he continued off, not worrying about the angry sneer that looked as if it had been painted delicately across Malfoy's face.





"That girl...the nerve of her. I mean, who does she think she is? And him, what the hell did he think he was doing asking her that?" Draco muttered angrily to Crabbe and Goyle, completely aware that they had no idea what he was speaking about.


"Uh, maybe he wanted her to do some homework for him?" Goyle offered stupidly.


"Goyle, if I wanted your advise I'd ask for it, but I don't, so shut your bloody trap while I'm speaking," he ordered angrily as he rubbed his temples in order to calm himself down.


"Well...what if you write and tell your dad what the boy has done?" Crabbe offered this time, thinking that what Draco had just told Goyle didn't apply to him.


"That might just be the stupidest thi– wait a minute," Draco looked up as a realization overtook him, "Tell my father what he has done. Sure. I mean, not what he just did with her, obviously, but that doesn't mean I can't find out and relay some of dear old Potter's dirty little secrets about the war against You-Know-Who. Good job, Crabbe," he muttered menacingly, stepping up from the chair he sat in and moving towards his own room.


"Why does Potter have anything to do with this?" Crabbe asked curiously, Goyle shrugged his shoulders.


"Who knows with Malfoy. I swear he's a nutter," Goyle informed Crabbe knowingly as the two left the Common Room.



Father,

I have some good news for you.

I have decided to do a bit of

spying for you on a certain boy.

You know who I'm talking about.

I figured you and your 'boss'

could use a little help in

destroying the stupid prat

and all the loved ones he has.

All I'll need are the

instructions for making a

certain type of diary...



D. M.