A/N: Hey all! Thanks for reading my story . . . if you want to call it that. Anyways, I finally got a really, really, really, good plot—but there are holes in it, so I've got to fix those. Um I didn't just feel right about making up new characters that were never there, so bringing new ones actually fits into my newly-found plot. Yay! I am sooooooooooooo happy that I finally got my story's goal, so that it'll go somewhere . . . this chapter, I think, is going to be odd—and you know that way-too-early-kiss thing? It doesn't have anything to do with the plot—yet. So I am trying to work it in somewhere . . . Jeannie should know that a few things in this fic are stolen from a Diary I wrote for the Across Five Aprils project. Bloody hell; I'm not done with that either! Argh. Oh well.

Disclaimer: Guess what? Since I didn't have enough money to pay the pizza dude, I owe my little brother $5 . . . and he's pulling the interest thing on me! He's honestly watching way too many car commercials.

Thanks to:

Jmagiq

Vanoodable

M.E.

KittyKittyKristen

And, "you and—and—and your friend . . . "

Well, here's chapter number three of my fic. Enjoy!

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Windows . . . Chapter Three . . . (Due to the calculations of my scientific calculator, I have no idea what the answer is.)

When Draco returned to the Slytherin common room, after being severely pissed off, he found someone sitting in his chair. And someone was sitting on the person sitting in his chair.

"Oh Sethos! You are quite the charmer! Oh! Draco! I—I—this is, this is Sethos." Pansy said as she saw Draco approach to his chair and she jumped out of Sethos' lap.

 Draco scowled in disgust at the both of them.

"Parkinson, I can introduce myself." Sethos said nonchalantly and with a wave of his hand Pansy fled the common room.

Draco glared at her back and set his stare back on Sethos.

"I'm Sethos, Sethos Muhammad." He said, extending out his arm for Draco to shake it.

Draco only just stared at his hand as if expecting it to do some magic trick . . . he wasn't going to shake this piece of scum's hand! After all, he was sitting in his chair.

"Charmed, I'm sure." said Sethos, his arm retreating into his lap.

"Oh yes, it's a pleasure." replied Draco in "polite" sarcasm.  "I'm Draco Malfoy."

"Obviously." Sethos rolled his eyes. "I expect you're wondering what I'm doing with your girlfriend?"

"No, I'm wondering what the hell you think you're doing in my bloody chair!" snapped Draco. "And that pug-faced, brainless bitch is NOT my girlfriend. She can keep dreaming and spreading rumors, but she can suck her toes for all I care. You can have her, if that's what you're after. Now, on to more important matters; GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CHAIR!!!"

Sethos laughed, an evil superior laugh. "Draco, Draco. Figures you would think I want Parkinson. But as you see, I could care less about her than I would about Ronald Weasley."

"Oh, so you two have already been acquainted with? Lovely, now just do us both a favor and GET OUT OF MY CHAIR!!!" Draco boomed sarcastically.

"What are you planning to do about it, Draco?" Sethos smirked.

"Kick your arse to those slimy Americans, that's what." Draco rolled his eyes. (A/N: I am American—so no offense my fellow Americans; just trying to get his character developed.)

Sethos chuckled. "You know, you and I, we could be the greatest friends together."

"I doubt that's ever going to happen. Anyways, OFF! GET OFF MY CHAIR!!!"

Sethos' smile faded away into a sneer. "You don't know what you got yourself into." Sethos whipped the chair away to face the fire.

"I think you misunderstood me." Draco stood behind his chair, resting his arms on the headrest. "I told you to get OFF MY CHAIR!"

"Oh, but maybe you misunderstood me. This is my chair, not yours—"

He never really got to fully finish his icy reply; Draco tipped over the chair, and off toppled Sethos, his robes over his head, while cursing Draco out. But Draco didn't mind; he was quite immune to it. He did after all receive insults from the bloody beaver, weasel, Scarhead Trio everyday, didn't he? Just as any normal teenager, he had managed to learn to "conveniently" exercise his selective hearing.

"I don't think your father would accept this, Malfoy." Sethos spat, towering over Draco—who was, by the way, comfortably sitting on his chair, not Sethos', but his, mind you.

"What are you going on about? You don't even know my father." Draco said exasperated and even more annoyed as the Womble would NOT leave him ALONE. Come to think of it, he hadn't really told him to leave him be.

"I know enough about him to know he wouldn't want you to act this way. Your behaviour is principal to becoming a servant of the Dark Lord. I'm sure Lucius wouldn't like you to miss out, considering you would die if you didn't join Voldemort's ranks." said Sethos blatantly.

"I would die? That wouldn't faze me whatsoever. I practically already am dead."

"And so you've chosen to die or join?" asked Sethos.

"Die? Lu—my father would probably disown me. He wouldn't kill me." Draco shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"It wouldn't be your father that would've killed you. It'd be the curse."

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I'm not Harry bloody Potter, I'm Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I very well don't have a hideous curse scar, thank you very much."

"Not CURSE scar, the curse. You know the one that was placed on you as a baby. The one Vol—"

"What? I am NOT cursed." Draco was utterly revolted. A curse? That's downright horrid, no nauseating is more like it.

"You mean you don't know? About how Voldemort came and recruited you as an infant? He was positive you would live up to serving him; after all, Lucius was his first man—and really devoted to his 'work' as a Deatheater."

"How dare you? Calling my father, a—a—a Malfoy a Deatheater!" he could only gape at Sethos' bold comment.

"Well it's only the truth, eh?" Sethos smirked.

Draco scowled at him. "Oh bugger off!"

"You don't know about your curse, do you?" Sethos was still smirking.

Shifting in his chair, uncomfortable being oblivious, Draco was still scowling at the fire. "Father told me about something like it. But only just once. All I know is that . . . I am jinxed to a dark life, when I asked . . . yeah." He cleared his throat and looked at Sethos expectantly.

"Well, once Voldemort learned Lucius had a newborn child, he decided he might be of service to him in the future, and as son to a very committed, and no doubt rich, Deatheater of his, it could only be guaranteed you would be just like your father, in loyalty. Voldemort figured nothing would stop his way to all control of the wizarding world, and so was very sure that by your eighteenth birthday, you would be able to join his ranks. He placed upon you a curse, a most ominous curse; if you do not receive your Dark Mark by the time you reach eighteen years of age, you will die."

Draco kept his face impassive, as always, but inside, he was completely horrified. He took a moment to comprehend what his school mate had just told him. He was obviously cursed—his father told him so; he knew he would die if something didn't happen, but he was tuning him out and fantasizing about being Seeker on the Slytherin House Quidditch team with his new Nimbus 2001's, and beating the crap out of that stupid Potter and his dumb luck.

Sethos waved a hand in front of Draco's face. "Hello? You still with me here? Oh, good. As I was saying, it is a pretty good thing you're a Mystic, though."

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Ginny Weasley was still in the chamber with the glittery fountain. The red glow of the sapphire dazzled her; no actually it quite really annoyed her. It was pretty at first sight, but now it was just getting on her nerves. The reddish glow splashed all over the floor and it looked like sparkling blood.

With her thoughts on Malfoy, she proceeded to another door on her left. Outside, voices echoed through the empty hallway. Ginny was used to the ignorance of her special sanctuary. But the scraping of the suit of armor's foot sliding forward surprised Ginny and she froze with her hand on the doorknob.

"C'mon, Ebony. We need to check this place out. The headmaster said it was particularly his favorite place to look at. He said he wasn't very gifted in the arts. The only thing he can do is shake bells."

A tall, slender girl with straight black hair and light violet eyes walked into the room, a blonde-haired girl at her side, while dragging in a very, very tall, irritated looking brunette.

"Celeste, look!" the blonde-haired girl gasped. Her blue gaze set on Ginny, who stared back, the same astonished expression on her face.

"It's her!" The tall girl said.

"Obviously, Ebony. I wonder; Seth should've been here already. Hey Emmy! Oh my gosh! Look at that!" Celeste (A/N: pronounced seh-LEH-stay.) gasped as she pointed at the glittery fountain.

"Goodness knows our stuff! It's the Dragon Rider and the Elf." Emmy said.

Ebony seemed to be a snobby know-it-all, but a nice one, a copy of Hermione. "That's Anguis and Fay."

"Whatever." Replied Emmy rolling her eyes.

"Aw, Ebony who cares?" Celeste walked over to the fountain and reached her hand towards the glitter. She spread out her hands and suddenly a bubble of glitter rose from the fountain and erupted into a star in the air.

"Hey, true Mystic!" Emmy smirked.

"You know it's not supposed to be doing that." Ebony walked over and towered over Celeste. She spread her own hand out in mid-air and moved it up and down a bit. The glittery star-bubble expanded into a diamond shape and dropped into her hand as an iridescent sapphire.

Ginny gasped. How could that glitter suddenly change so quickly into something that took nature centennials to create?

"Oh yeah, aren't you Virginia Weasley?" Celeste said as she waved off Ebony's show of talent.

"Yes, um, Ginny—for short." Ginny stepped forward and grasped Celeste's hand.

"I'm Celeste Valley. The tall one, that's Ebony Rivera, and the blonde, that's Emmy Albert. Do you by any chance know of a Draco Malfoy? Isn't that a weird name? Who would've come up with that? Oh my goodness gracious! Look at the ceiling you two!" Celeste hadn't noticed the ceiling until she rolled her eyes, searching for the person responsible for calling their child Draco.

Gasps were shared all over the room; no one had really paid any mind to the footsteps behind them.

"Girls." Chorused two voices behind them—male voices.

All four of them snapped their attention back to the intruders.

"You found him, Sethos?" Emmy asked.

"Sethos?" Ginny asked and glanced over at Draco, who was leaning on a wall, arms crossed, a bored expression on his face.

He shrugged back at her and looked at the gem in Ebony's hand. His face was impassive, but his eyes showed he was impressed.

"Yes. This is Draco Malfoy everyone." Sethos replied.

Celeste took this as a time to introduce everyone to Draco. Then she looked back and beckoned Ginny to come over. "Draco, I'm sure you know Ginny. Sethos, this is Virginia—Ginny for short. Gin, girl, this is Sethos."

Ginny was quite taken aback that now she had two really good looking guys in front of her—both in Slytherin. Damnation! She took his hand, and he said, "Please Virginia, call me Seth." He really was charming.

Draco wouldn't admit it of course, but he suddenly felt that he should keep Ginny away from Seth at all times at any cost. So he was being protective of his sworn nemesis' sister, so what? She couldn't be going about just shaking the hand of anyone! She hadn't the experience with handling Dark wizards like he had; he had his father, and that was all the qualification he would need in that area, it was in his expertise.

He had shaken the hands of everyone, save for Ginny, and retreated to his place leaning on the wall, with his arms crossed across his chest again.

"Now where the hell is Jacob? He was supposed to be here already. Fudge must've told him so. We all—."

A deafening slap sounded throughout the hall, and a tall lanky boy wearing robes slightly too big for him stepped out of a door. "There you are! You're all late! Late, late, LATE!" he tutted and shook his head at his fellow Wombles—they rolled their eyes back at him—and as soon as he saw Ginny and Draco he said, "Hullo. M'name's Jacob Smith. How are we today?" he grinned at them.

"I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco said. He uncrossed his arms and strode over to the dirty-blonde haired boy. They shook hands and Draco gestured Ginny over to him. "This is . . ."

"Excuse me Malfoy. I know my name, thanks. Hi Jacob, I'm Ginny Weasley." She smiled at him.

"Ginny? Short for Virginia, I expect. Pleasure." Answered Jacob as they shook hands.

Ginny blushed. "Yes, Virginia. Um, I don't mean to be the breaker of moments here, but exactly why are you lot here? You are all too old to be first years. I didn't expect any transfers until after winter holidays. Did Dumbledore rearrange something? I must've missed your Sorting during dinner then."

"Well, Ginny, you are quite right in assuming we're transfers." alleged Sethos.

"It took ages for Fudge to finally let us come. We wanted to come at the beginning of term; Dumbledore suggested us to come during summer to get, adjusted. But that Minister, so stubborn . . ." Emmy let out an air of frustration—"Argh!"

"At least we got here before winter holidays. Fudge finally gave in when Dumbledore told him that the parents of a pair of his students finally granted him permission to send him, Fudge, valuable information." Ebony finished.

Jacob spoke, "Turns out it was pretty valuable information. Fudge told us the state of the Dark Lord and we were summoned here immediately."

"Where do you go to school?" asked Draco, an eyebrow raised.

"We're all from different schools, across Europe. But we're all great friends; we meet every other month for five days. And now you two are to join in on the fun as well." Sethos responded.

"Where are you from?" Ginny asked Sethos.

"I was here a few years back; during the Triwizard Tournament. I used to be a pupil of Beauxbatons, but then I transferred to Durmstrang, and from there I went back home. I went to Ibn Tymia, in Morocco."

"Wow. I've gone to Hogwart's since . . . first year . . ." Ginny suddenly shivered as she remembered her first year. . . Tom Riddle's diary and the Chamber of Secrets. It was partly the reason she didn't have any real, close friends. She had been the tag-along of the Dream Team. They always kept their secrets from her; two years ago she was finally part of one of their adventures; in the Department of Mysteries. When they departed from there, she was able to see the ugly thestrals. Luna had been there for her when Sirius Black died. Sure Harry, Ron, and Hermione all missed them, but they had their special relationship with him, and they had more to discuss. She quite envied them for that, a reason she used to grow apart from them. Ever since then, she was alone . . . she hated her brother, Hermione and Harry. Sirius should've never died.

Draco lowered his gaze to the floor as he realized what Ginny must've been thinking. He had tried to warn her; he bullied her to try and get the diary back from her. He had almost gotten his hands on it the day Potter had dropped his bag when the dwarf came in with his valentine.

*Flashback*

Draco was watching the Gryffindors head up to Professor Flitwick's for Charms on Valentine's Day when a dwarf came up to Harry.

"Oy, you! 'Arry Potter!" shouted the particularly grim-looking dwarf as it elbowed people out of the way to get to Harry.

Hot all over at the thought of being given a valentine in front of a line of first years, which just happened to include Ginny Weasley, Harry tried to escape. The dwarf, however, cut his way through the crowd by kicking people's shins, and reached him before he'd gone two paces.

"I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person," he said, twanging his harp in a threatening sort of way.

"Not here," Harry hissed, trying to escape.

"Stay still!" grunted the dwarf, grabbing hold of Harry's bag and pulling him back.

"Let me go!" Harry snarled, tugging.

With a loud ripping noise, his bag split in two. His books, wand, parchment, and quill spilled onto the floor and his ink bottle smashed over everything.

Harry scrambled around, trying to pick it all up before the dwarf started singing, causing something of a holdup in the corridor.

Draco decided it a good time to interfere. "What's going on here?" came his cold, drawling voice. Harry started stuffing everything feverishly into his ripped bag, desperate to get away before Malfoy could hear his musical valentine.

"What's all this commotion?" said another familiar voice as Percy Weasley arrived.

Losing his head, Harry tried to make a run for it, but the dwarf seized him around the knees and brought him crashing to the floor.

"Right," he said, sitting on Harry's ankles. "Here is your singing valentine:

        His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

        His hair is as dark as a blackboard.

        I wish he was mine, he's really divine,

        The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."

        Draco was sure Harry would've given all the gold in Gringott's to evaporate on the spot.

Draco and everyone around snickered; Harry valiantly tried to laugh along. He got up, his feet numb from the weight of the dwarf, as Percy Weasley did his best to disperse the crowd, some of whom were crying with mirth.

"Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class, now." He said shooing off some of the younger students. "And you Malfoy—"

Harry, glancing over, saw Malfoy snoop and snatch up something. Leering, he showed it to Crabbe and Goyle, and Harry realized he had Riddle's diary.

"Give that back." Harry said quietly.

"Wonder what Potter's written in this?" Draco said, who obviously hadn't noticed the year on the cover and thought he had Harry's own diary. A hush fell over the onlookers. Ginny was staring from Harry to the diary, looking horrified.

As Draco glanced at the cover, about to read the diary, he realized he had what he had been bullying Ginny for. The cover read:

                T.M. Riddle, 1949

"Hand it over, Malfoy." Said Percy sternly.

"Not until I've had a look," Malfoy answered, putting back on his 'bad boy' mask, waving the diary tauntingly at Harry.

Percy said, "As a school prefect—" but apparently, Harry had lost his temper. He pulled out his wand and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" and just as Snape had disarmed Lockhart in the Dueling Club meeting, so Draco found the diary shooting out of his hand and into the air. Ron, the stupid idiot, grinning broadly caught it.

"Harry!" bellowed Percy loudly, " No magic in the corridors! I'll have to report this, you know!"

But Harry didn't care, he was one-up on Malfoy, and that was worth five points from Gryffindor any day. Malfoy was looking furious; not because he hadn't been able to embarrass Harry, and instead received a backlash, but because he had just had Tom Riddle's diary in his hands, and it just slipped through his fingers, literally. He was supposed to get it from Ginny, not Harry. So, mad at Ginny, he shouted in her direction, "I don't think Potter liked your valentine much!"

Ginny covered her face with her hands and ran into class. Snarling, Ron pulled out his wand, too, but Harry pulled him back. He didn't need to spend the whole of Charms belching slugs.

(A/N: that's what happened in the book—words and all, except I put this in Draco's point of view, so any of his thoughts and feelings in here weren't part of the book. I give credit to most of the above text to J.K. Rowling. You can find this in The Very Secret Diary, chapter thirteen of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on pages 237 to 239 [page numbers of the American version—dunno bout the Brit one, though.] I added in Draco's thoughts and stuff so that it fits in with his character a bit, in a sort of weird way. ^_^)

*End Flashback*

 "Why are we to join the fun?" asked Ginny, aware of what Sethos had just said. Draco suddenly snapped out of his trance.

Celeste answered, "Well because you're both one of us. One of the Chosen Seven, you know, a Mystic."

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A/N: I know, I know. I haven't explained what a Mystic is yet, but that's because I don't feel like explaining it in this chapter. It's too long right now. So you'll just have to leave me a threat warning me you'll cut me to pieces if I leave you off a cliff like that again. (*hint, hint* ::cough:: *review* ::cough::) As I said before, I finally have got a sort of plot, well just an idea floating around in my head for Ginny and Draco. And don't worry; there'll be plenty of things for you to look forward to. I know this fic isn't really going anywhere yet, but it will be soon enough. Oh, and btw, these three chapters, and most likely the fourth chapter, are all what happened in one day. That is plenty to look over, but all in all, it will make sense, in a long, detail-full sort of way.

I am really sad at the moment. My friend just declared she was discontinuing her story of Ginny Weasley: Pixy Witch. Please encourage her onward! She won't listen to me! ;_;

I would also like to say that I'm sorry if any characters are out of character; I've tried my best to keep them intact. I am pretty sure they are so far, anyways.

Also, a reminder to the Candy-Cane Express—you can keep trying, but you're just too sweet! And to everyone else, remember to review! Thanks and have a fantastic day—or night!

Cheers and Toodles!

nicagirl . . . Adriana

Postscript: I wrote this all in one day! Aren't you proud of me? ^_^ lol. Byez!