A/N: I haven't really gotten a response on this story but something makes me like writing it so I'm just going to continue. Katie's in this story because she's amazing and well enough said.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't blame me. Oh yeah, and Katie owns herself. Well, unless she sold herself into slavery or something. I could see Katie as an Indian slave to a rich oil millionaire. Or more like Katie as an Indian concubine.

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It had been four months since she had seen him. Four months since she had felt his warmth next to her during the night. Four months since she'd felt her head upon his chest. Four months since she'd heard his voice waking her out of her slumber in the morning. Too long since she'd heard him laugh or smirk. Too long since she'd heard him sigh and roll his eyes behind her back when she was being frustrating.

She'd started picking the first orchard the day after he'd left and made a cobbler the same night. She had the strange feeling it would bring him back since he had requested it; but it didn't.

He sent his first letter after he'd been gone for three days and she held it forever before reading. He reported nothing important just that he'd arrived safely and told her not to worry. He mentioned he wouldn't be able to write much but he would try. He had sent two other letters during the two months and each of them sounded alike with the information that he was safe, not to worry, and that he loved her. She noticed the letters sounded like he was holding something back. It had been a month without word from him.

It was November now. She thought it funny how when she was younger November had always been her favorite month. The air was turning chilly and the colorful leaves had all fallen and blew lazily with the wind. She hated November now. The nights were getting colder and the wind made sounds during the night that she pretended she hadn't heard. The house was much too big now that she was alone.

She would have liked to say that things were getting easier now that she'd been by herself for so long but she couldn't. She preoccupied herself with women's work but only so much laundry, cooking, and cleaning could be done in a day. She thought a lot about when she was at Hogwarts and she found herself thinking most of her 6th year when she became enthralled with a man named Draco Malfoy.

Flashback:

"Is he looking? Is he?" Ginny whispered sharply from the corner of her mouth. Suck in stomach, straight back, "Do I look like I give a care?" look on her face and every other action that made woman so attractive to man was playing inside her head.

"No, but Malfoy is." Katie replied with a playful grin on her face. Ginny's face fell and she felt her shoulders begin to sag.

"Why couldn't it have been the right person?" She asked as a frown came on to her face. Katie pushed a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear and patted Ginny on the back.

"Don't worry about it. You've got enough time to seduce him in the common room." Ginny looked up and grinned before turning her head towards the Slytherin table and glanced at Malfoy. His silver eyes flashed and he kept her eye contact before she looked away.

She walked Katie to the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room and left from there to go towards her common room. She had walked five minutes in silence before she heard a drawl behind her.

"I bet you wore that for him." She turned around and saw Malfoy walking up behind her.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"And he didn't even notice."

"Why so suddenly taking an interest in my life?"

"No reason. Weasley, don't become obsessed with Potter. He's not going to notice you; he's too busy saving the world."

"And what you want me to become obsessed with you?" She turned away and continued walking. She could tell he was smirking.

"No, Weasley, I wouldn't pay attention to you either."

"Am I that bad off?" She asked with a laugh.

"No, Weasley, you've got potential. But everything else you stand for is a turnoff."

"I can't believe I'm even listening to you. Good day, Malfoy."

"You wore it for Potter, right?" He called out at she moved farther down the hall. She let out a heavy sigh and continued walking before Malfoy yelled out, "It looks nice."

She felt herself blush and become totally repulsed at the same time. Malfoy. Everything she hated all in one person. She knew he did it just to spite her but she didn't want Malfoy looking at her. Ever. In her 16 years of life, he was the third most wretched person she knew. Katie always said it didn't help in hating him that he was so attractive, but Ginny could look over that. She started to walk faster towards the common room. Harry was probably there.

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It was raining again. That's all it ever seemed to do now. It hadn't been a problem to him at first but know since the rains were continuous the ground was always a constant slop and you could never be dry. The tents fell down often and no one was ever happy. Well, not many would be happy even if it were not raining. He began to doubt the reason he didn't even have for coming here.

He dreamed of home when the day was over and he was alone in his tent. He dreamed of the way it smelled and how nice it felt to be warm and have a full stomach. When he didn't think of home or Ginny his mind became filled with all of the things he had done recently. His mind was filled with screams and blood. With people he didn't know wanting mercy. He thought of his childhood and how wasted it had been. He thought of how many people must hate him now.

He'd killed so many sons and fathers in the past four months that he knew he could never be forgiven. He'd killed so many people without thinking about it.

He'd taken away so much life and for what? When all this was over would he find some reason or excuse that made him feel better?

He tried to clear his mind and rolled over on his cot pulling his thin grey blanket with him. He'd worn the same clothes for so long now. He questioned himself on whether he'd gone insane yet. It would be better than this torture. The only way he knew how to make things better was to think of Ginny. To think of the things he would do when he got home and to think of things in the past.

Flashback:

"Malfoy, will you move? It's somewhat creepy for you to stand there and watch me read."

"You're in my way, Weasley." He'd taken sport when he was bored to bother Weasley.

She sighed and pushed her body against the bookcase to let him by. "You've could have gone another way."

"I'm not going to go out of my way to avoid you."

"Maybe you should." She said harshly, as she turned the page of her book and continued reading about polyatomic ions.

He smirked. "Was that supposed to silence me?"

"I was hoping."

Malfoy grabbed a book from one of the lower shelves and turned to the index. "You might be getting better at being a wiseass."

She paused in her reading and moved her finger off the page. "Was that a compliment?"

"No, I don't give compliments."

She sighed and shook her head slightly before returning her finger to the page. "What lose you place?" She blushed slightly. "I thought you were supposed to quit reading with your finger when you were 5?" He smirked. "Or is there an exception for Weasels?"

She sighed again and shoved the book into her bag. "You're such an asshole, Malfoy."

He watched her walk towards the exit in her fury. "Damn, you're pretty, Weasel." He yelled out when she reached the doors.

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A/N: I'm tired and not overly impressed with this chapter. Oh yeah, I broke my leg. I just thought it was information that I should share! Review if you can please. It means a lot!