Dislcaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, but do you really have to keep
rubbing it in my face?
A/N: Alright people, it's time for me to again write a story. Trying Again the Prequel to Gazing Stars, Passing Fates, got quite alot of reviews and I am really proud of that story. Now I hope I can continue all the good things that was in TA and make it even better! Well anyways, just read the darn thing.
Chapter 1
Choosing Sides
"When This Began, I Had Nothing To Say, And I'd Get Lost, In The Nothingness, Inside Of Me, I Was Confused, And I Let It All Out, To Find, That I'm Not The OnlyPerson, With These Things In Mind, Inside Of Me, But All The Vacancy, The Words Revealed, Is The Only Real Thing, That I've Got Left To Feel, Nothing To Lose, Just Stuck, Hollow And Alone, And The Fault Is My Own, And The Fault Is My Own, I Want To Heal, I Want To Feel, What I Thought Was Never Real, I Want To Let Go, Of The Pain I Held So Long, Erase All The Pain Till It's Gone, I Want To Heal, I Want To Feel Like I'm Close To Something Real, I Want To Find Something, That I've Wanted All Along, Somewhere I Belong, And I've Got Nothing To Say, I Can't Believe I Din't Fall, Right Down On My Face, I Was Confused, Looking Everwhere, Only To Find, That It's Not The Way I Had Imagined It, All In My Mind, So What I Am, What Do I Have, But Negativaty, Cause I Just Can't Justify The Way, Everyone Is Looking At Me, Nothing To Lose, Nothing To Gain, Hollow And Alone, And The Fault Is My Own, And The Fault Is My Own, I Will Never Know Myself, Until I Do This On My Own, And I Will Never Feel Anything Else, Until My Wounds Are Healed, I Will Never Be, Anything, Till I Break Away From Me, And I Will Break Away, I'll Find Myself Today, I Want To Heal, I Want To Feel, Like I'm Somwhere, I Belong."
~ Linkin Park - "Somewhere I Belong"
Blaise Zambini lifted her head slightly. She was dangling in chains from the dungoen's ceiling. She was being punished for another of her little escapades. During the battle at Hogwarts she had gotten lose and tried to run away.
Of course Voldemort caught her and brought her back. He had already lost himself a Death Eater, he was not about to let more escape. Blaise moaned loudly as the shackle on her ankle rubbed against her already raw skin.
She was beside herself with worry. She had heard nothing of Draco's fate. Apperantly it couldn't be good. She hadn't seen Hermione around either and when she asked her jailor, he muttered something about her being missing.
The reason she was in so much pain tonight was she was caught warning a group of Muggles that the Dark Lord would kill them. She had been whipped for her misbehavior and was now hoping to die.
This whole bussiness was torture. When she wasn't chained up or beaten, Blaise was out in the world, and where she was supposed to be killing and pilaging. She hated herself every moment that she was ordered to carry out some gruesome task.
She didn't know if she could live long like this, hanging in the balance between death and life. She just hoped she would die, or be killed before she had to actaully kill someone.
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Draco bolted awake as Destinee proved for the three hundreth time that month that she had strong lungs. Draco got grudgingly out of bed, not even bothering to wake Hermione.
She was a very heavy sleeper and he doubted he could wake her anyways. Draco walked into the kitchen of the flat he and Hermione had perchased a few short months ago.
Draco muttered under his breath as he warmed up a bottle for his child. He walked a few steps and went into the ajoining room. They had converted this little room into a beautiful nursery.
The walls were a light shimmery blue and the bedding and things where dark blue. The crying didn't stop as Draco approached the crib and leaning over the side, picked up a howling Destinee.
Destinee only stopped crying when Draco had shoved the nipple of the bottle into her mouth. He sighed as he walked with her to the rocking chair that was in the living room. He sat down and began to rock Destinee.
Destinee finished her bottle and began to wail again. But for once Hermione had woken up and she walked out of the bedroom wrapped in her burgundy robe. A serene smile was plastered on her face.
"How's my baby girl," she cooed and Destinee quieted for a second.
Draco glared at Hermione and handed Destinee to her. Destinee could shriek for hours if he was the one holding her, but as soon as Hermione would pick her up she would become quiet. She seemed to hang on every word her mother said.
"How about daddy goes to sleep while the girls have their quiet time," Hermione said nudging Draco towards the bedroom, as he stood up.
Draco yawned and went to lay down. Hermione took his now vacant seat and took up rocking as she sang quietly to Destinee. Hermione was no great singer and she was making the song up as she went, but soon Destinee's little eyes drooped and her breathing became less labored.
Hermione stopped singing and instead stared at the blank T.V. screen. Everything was getting back to normal, but everything still wasn't right with the world. Voldemort was still out there, still powerful and still willing to commit murder.
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Blaise was running hunch over from tree to tree. She had escape again. When her jailor had bent over to pick something off the floor, she had reached out and nicked his keys right out of his back pocket.
She had unlocked her shackles and then her door. She had snuck out of the house and was now somewhere deep in a forest. That was the most she knew of her surroundings.
Blaise stopped to listen. She must be cautious, if she was caught again they would surely kill her. She crouched in a bush and heard something go by. There were more footsteps and then she heard whoever it was stop.
Blaise took a chance and peeked out of the bush. What she saw brought tears to her eyes. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley were standing three feet in front of her!
She heard them talking about her. They were here to rescue her! She, just to be on the safe side, crawled across the ground till she could almost have kissed Harry's shoe.
Finally, feeling that everything was alright, she tapped Harry's leg. Harry gave a start and jumped slightly away from her. But Ron was already bending down and soon his face was inches from Blaises.
Ron grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Blaise had never cared much for Ron Weasley at school, but right now she was looking at him like he was her savior.
"Well we found her," Ron said and Harry nodded, he pulled a wool blanket from under his cloak and wrapped Blaise in it.
Blaise grinned thankfully at both of them, she didn't trust her voice to say any of the things she wanted to. Finally gathering her strength she spoke.
"How did you know I was here," Blaise asked and Ron blushed slightly.
"Well, we got inside information that you where being held by the Death Eaters, so we have been waiting outside their headquarters for some time. We had heard that you were quite the little escape artist, so we waited for you to get yourself out again so we could take you away," Harry explained.
Blaise nodded, taking all this new information in. She didn't speak as her, Harry and Ron walked on through the dark woods. An owl hooted nearby and Blaisejumped huddling closer between the two boys.
They finally made it to the edge of the forest. Blaise didn't see anything as they walked to an old tin can laying on the ground.
"Portkey," Harry mumbled and checked his watch.
"Alright then grab a hold, three... two.... one," Harry said.
They all felt the familiar belly button jerking sensation and their feet left the ground. Blaise hit Ron as she swung wildly around. Finally the motion stopped and Blaise cried out as she landed hard on her wrist.
"Is everyone alright," Harry asked and Ron nodded as he helped Blaise up, who was rubbing her wrist.
"Yes," Blaise said wrapping the blanket tight around herself.
She looked around shrewdly and didn't recognize anything, they were in a little town as far as she could tell, there were lights behind here, but the house that she stood in front of was far out from the rest of the town.
She saw a small sign stuck in the ground. It read, " The Burrow". She sighed, she didn't know at all where she was. Ron and Harry led her to the door.
Ron opened it and they stepped inside. Blaise's eyes had to get used to light, so she squinted around at the house she was in. It was amazing! It was cluttered and messy, just how she liked things.
She heard a clattering from up above and a short woman with flaming red hair came hustling into the entry way. She was holding a Daily Prophet in her hand she was brandishing it at Ron.
"What is this about," she hissed showing them all a picture of a very funny looking Ron.
"Wizard, Ron Weasley, was spotted stuffing his face at Weasley's Wizarding Weezes, the store owned by his older twin brother's," Harry read off trying hard not to chuckle.
"You know you were supposed to keep out of sight," Blaise said mournfully and Molly turned to look at her.
"Who is this," she said in a ruffled tone.
"I'm Blaise Zambini," Blaise said stepping forward to shake Molly's hand.
Molly noddded for a second then her eyes lit up and her mouth formed a perfect "O".
"You the one that everyone has been talking about. Apperantly you grandmother put up a reward for your safe return," Mrs. Weasley said and Blaise looked puzzled.
"I know my grandmother is not in league with the Death Eater's, but she had never cared for me. I was sure she would have known that my parents had hadned my over to Voldemort," Blaise said making Ron and Mrs. Weasley flinch as she mentioned the Dark Lord's name.
"I don't know. Sounds dodgy to me," Ron said eyeing the paper.
"Everything sounds dodgy to you," came a female voice from behind Mrs. Weasley. They all jumped slightly and they heard the person giggle.
"Harry," the girl said and she rushed forward to hug him.
As the girl stepped into the light, Blaise recognized her. She was Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister.
Her long flaming hair was now down to her waist and her big brown eyes flickered to Blaise for a second. She let go of Harry and stepped away, her face now bright red.
"You must be Blaise," Ginny said shaking Blaise's hand enthusaistically.
Blaise nodded mutely and Ginny dragged Harry away, saying something about getting him a cup of tea.
"My dear, you may share a room with Ginny 'til tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said and Blaise nodded.
"What's going to happen to me then," Blaise asked and Ron stared at her sympathetically.
"I don't know dear, the Order will have to decide," Molly whispered.
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"Oh Harry, that was so brave," Ginny sighed admirabley.
"No it wasn't, I was just doing my job," Harry said blushing at her attention.
"I can't believe that Kid dumped you," Harry said suddenly and it was Ginny's turn to blush.
"He didn't. I dumped him," Ginny said bowing her head slightly and gazing at him from the corner of her eye.
"Oh," Harry said and he blushed again.
"So where is my room," Blaise inquired as she hovered in the doorway.
Ginny looked up and smiled. She was thankful for the intrusion. Everything with Harry was strange. She still didn't know quite where she stood with him.
Ginny got up from her chair and led Blaise up the stairs. They walked up two flights of stairs before they got to a door that was completely painted black.
"Sorry it was Percy's old room," Ginny said opening the door.
The room was painted black everywhere. It was as if someone had died and the whole family was mourning, and in a way they were. Blaise stepped inside and sat on the bed.
"I don't want to be rude, or presumpitious, but what happened to Percy," Blaise asked quietly.
"Oh," Ginny said her eyes rounding.
"Well, he is not apart of this family anymore," Ginny said her eyes flashing suddenly.
"Did he die," Blaise asked, as she fingered the thin white bedspread.
"No! He betrayed us," Ginny said fiercely.
She fell silent, her eyes burning holes in the floor. Blaise didn't press for more information. Instead Blaise got up and put an arm around Ginny's shoulders.
"I am sorry," she said and she back up and smiled at Ginny.
"It is alright," Ginny said and she plastered a smile on her own face.
"So Harry and you.........." Blaise said leaving off.
"There's nothing going on," Ginny said rather sadly and Blaise's blue eyes widened.
Blaise got a very sly look on her face. Her favorite role at Hogwarts had been to be match maker. Although she had gotten many people together she had ever found someone for herself.
"Well why not, the way he was staring at you, and you all flushed! I think there are definatly sparks there," Blaise said in a confident voice.
"Really," Ginny said her eyes shining with hope.
"Yes," Blaise said and she was telling the truth.
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"Your what!" Hermione nearly screamed into the fireplace, where Ginny's head was sitting comfortabley among the flames.
"We're engaged!" Ginny said happily.
"I heard you the first time. When you said that you needed me and Draco to plan a wedding I didn't know it was yours! You and Harry never went out, ever," Hermione said shock still clear on her face.
"Why would we need too? I have loved Harry since the first time I saw him. I just never knew he felt the same," Ginny said and her voice had a strange dreamy quality to it.
"I mean I have been back and forth with Draco many times and still he hasn't proposed," Hermione said flitting her finger's before Ginny's face to show she had no ring.
Ginny just watched as her friend stood up and began to pace.
"Maybe he doesn't love me like I thought he did," Hermione said and Ginny gasped.
"Hermione, how could you say that? You know he does. He will propose, just give him time," Ginny said and she could see the strain on Hermione's face.
"I know, Ginny. It's just I feel like he won't. I don't know why either. I guess I am just feeling frustrated," Hermione said as she sat down and put her head in her hands.
"Hermione, I don't know what to say. Just have faith," Ginny said and Hermione looked up through her fingers at Ginny.
"Okay," Hermione said and she hiccuped loudly.
Ginny laughed as Hermione clasped a hand over her mouth and ran to the kitchen sink. It was a habit that Hermione had, whenever she got worked up over something, she wuld either cry until she was hoarse or she would start hiccuping.
Hermione back, gulping down a tall glass of sparkling water. She downed the glass in moments and setting it down, she gave a strange look, as if she was waiting to hiccup again.
"I am sorry, but I have to go," Ginny said and Hermione looked again at her.
"Alright, I will talk to you later," Hermione said and with a slight 'pop' Ginny was gone.
Hermione sat down again. It all was almost to much to think about. Ginny and Harry were engaged! Plus, Ginny wanted Hermione to be her Maid of Honor. They had already set the date of their wedding for April 3rd.
What was more, Ginny wanted Hermione and Draco to plan the wedding for her. Hermione's head was spinning and she let out a slight whimper as she realized she now had a massive headache.
They would of course hire a wedding planner and pick out the decorations and things. Because Harry was going to be off on some top secret mission and Ginny was going on a vacation with her best friend, Tasha Martin.
Ginny would pop in every once in a while and see how things were going, but other than that it was all up to Hermione and Draco. It was like some weird nightmare that Hermione wished she could wake up from.
A/N: I am so happy, one chapter down nineteen more to go! Haha, I have a girl on . tomfelton. com making up the wedding planner. Her screen name is Angel Eyes, and her real name, I think, is Jo. But she gets full credit for the wedding planner and she is my best reviewer! Anyways I hope I can get the next chapter up soon. Review!!!
A/N: Alright people, it's time for me to again write a story. Trying Again the Prequel to Gazing Stars, Passing Fates, got quite alot of reviews and I am really proud of that story. Now I hope I can continue all the good things that was in TA and make it even better! Well anyways, just read the darn thing.
Chapter 1
Choosing Sides
"When This Began, I Had Nothing To Say, And I'd Get Lost, In The Nothingness, Inside Of Me, I Was Confused, And I Let It All Out, To Find, That I'm Not The OnlyPerson, With These Things In Mind, Inside Of Me, But All The Vacancy, The Words Revealed, Is The Only Real Thing, That I've Got Left To Feel, Nothing To Lose, Just Stuck, Hollow And Alone, And The Fault Is My Own, And The Fault Is My Own, I Want To Heal, I Want To Feel, What I Thought Was Never Real, I Want To Let Go, Of The Pain I Held So Long, Erase All The Pain Till It's Gone, I Want To Heal, I Want To Feel Like I'm Close To Something Real, I Want To Find Something, That I've Wanted All Along, Somewhere I Belong, And I've Got Nothing To Say, I Can't Believe I Din't Fall, Right Down On My Face, I Was Confused, Looking Everwhere, Only To Find, That It's Not The Way I Had Imagined It, All In My Mind, So What I Am, What Do I Have, But Negativaty, Cause I Just Can't Justify The Way, Everyone Is Looking At Me, Nothing To Lose, Nothing To Gain, Hollow And Alone, And The Fault Is My Own, And The Fault Is My Own, I Will Never Know Myself, Until I Do This On My Own, And I Will Never Feel Anything Else, Until My Wounds Are Healed, I Will Never Be, Anything, Till I Break Away From Me, And I Will Break Away, I'll Find Myself Today, I Want To Heal, I Want To Feel, Like I'm Somwhere, I Belong."
~ Linkin Park - "Somewhere I Belong"
Blaise Zambini lifted her head slightly. She was dangling in chains from the dungoen's ceiling. She was being punished for another of her little escapades. During the battle at Hogwarts she had gotten lose and tried to run away.
Of course Voldemort caught her and brought her back. He had already lost himself a Death Eater, he was not about to let more escape. Blaise moaned loudly as the shackle on her ankle rubbed against her already raw skin.
She was beside herself with worry. She had heard nothing of Draco's fate. Apperantly it couldn't be good. She hadn't seen Hermione around either and when she asked her jailor, he muttered something about her being missing.
The reason she was in so much pain tonight was she was caught warning a group of Muggles that the Dark Lord would kill them. She had been whipped for her misbehavior and was now hoping to die.
This whole bussiness was torture. When she wasn't chained up or beaten, Blaise was out in the world, and where she was supposed to be killing and pilaging. She hated herself every moment that she was ordered to carry out some gruesome task.
She didn't know if she could live long like this, hanging in the balance between death and life. She just hoped she would die, or be killed before she had to actaully kill someone.
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Draco bolted awake as Destinee proved for the three hundreth time that month that she had strong lungs. Draco got grudgingly out of bed, not even bothering to wake Hermione.
She was a very heavy sleeper and he doubted he could wake her anyways. Draco walked into the kitchen of the flat he and Hermione had perchased a few short months ago.
Draco muttered under his breath as he warmed up a bottle for his child. He walked a few steps and went into the ajoining room. They had converted this little room into a beautiful nursery.
The walls were a light shimmery blue and the bedding and things where dark blue. The crying didn't stop as Draco approached the crib and leaning over the side, picked up a howling Destinee.
Destinee only stopped crying when Draco had shoved the nipple of the bottle into her mouth. He sighed as he walked with her to the rocking chair that was in the living room. He sat down and began to rock Destinee.
Destinee finished her bottle and began to wail again. But for once Hermione had woken up and she walked out of the bedroom wrapped in her burgundy robe. A serene smile was plastered on her face.
"How's my baby girl," she cooed and Destinee quieted for a second.
Draco glared at Hermione and handed Destinee to her. Destinee could shriek for hours if he was the one holding her, but as soon as Hermione would pick her up she would become quiet. She seemed to hang on every word her mother said.
"How about daddy goes to sleep while the girls have their quiet time," Hermione said nudging Draco towards the bedroom, as he stood up.
Draco yawned and went to lay down. Hermione took his now vacant seat and took up rocking as she sang quietly to Destinee. Hermione was no great singer and she was making the song up as she went, but soon Destinee's little eyes drooped and her breathing became less labored.
Hermione stopped singing and instead stared at the blank T.V. screen. Everything was getting back to normal, but everything still wasn't right with the world. Voldemort was still out there, still powerful and still willing to commit murder.
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Blaise was running hunch over from tree to tree. She had escape again. When her jailor had bent over to pick something off the floor, she had reached out and nicked his keys right out of his back pocket.
She had unlocked her shackles and then her door. She had snuck out of the house and was now somewhere deep in a forest. That was the most she knew of her surroundings.
Blaise stopped to listen. She must be cautious, if she was caught again they would surely kill her. She crouched in a bush and heard something go by. There were more footsteps and then she heard whoever it was stop.
Blaise took a chance and peeked out of the bush. What she saw brought tears to her eyes. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley were standing three feet in front of her!
She heard them talking about her. They were here to rescue her! She, just to be on the safe side, crawled across the ground till she could almost have kissed Harry's shoe.
Finally, feeling that everything was alright, she tapped Harry's leg. Harry gave a start and jumped slightly away from her. But Ron was already bending down and soon his face was inches from Blaises.
Ron grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Blaise had never cared much for Ron Weasley at school, but right now she was looking at him like he was her savior.
"Well we found her," Ron said and Harry nodded, he pulled a wool blanket from under his cloak and wrapped Blaise in it.
Blaise grinned thankfully at both of them, she didn't trust her voice to say any of the things she wanted to. Finally gathering her strength she spoke.
"How did you know I was here," Blaise asked and Ron blushed slightly.
"Well, we got inside information that you where being held by the Death Eaters, so we have been waiting outside their headquarters for some time. We had heard that you were quite the little escape artist, so we waited for you to get yourself out again so we could take you away," Harry explained.
Blaise nodded, taking all this new information in. She didn't speak as her, Harry and Ron walked on through the dark woods. An owl hooted nearby and Blaisejumped huddling closer between the two boys.
They finally made it to the edge of the forest. Blaise didn't see anything as they walked to an old tin can laying on the ground.
"Portkey," Harry mumbled and checked his watch.
"Alright then grab a hold, three... two.... one," Harry said.
They all felt the familiar belly button jerking sensation and their feet left the ground. Blaise hit Ron as she swung wildly around. Finally the motion stopped and Blaise cried out as she landed hard on her wrist.
"Is everyone alright," Harry asked and Ron nodded as he helped Blaise up, who was rubbing her wrist.
"Yes," Blaise said wrapping the blanket tight around herself.
She looked around shrewdly and didn't recognize anything, they were in a little town as far as she could tell, there were lights behind here, but the house that she stood in front of was far out from the rest of the town.
She saw a small sign stuck in the ground. It read, " The Burrow". She sighed, she didn't know at all where she was. Ron and Harry led her to the door.
Ron opened it and they stepped inside. Blaise's eyes had to get used to light, so she squinted around at the house she was in. It was amazing! It was cluttered and messy, just how she liked things.
She heard a clattering from up above and a short woman with flaming red hair came hustling into the entry way. She was holding a Daily Prophet in her hand she was brandishing it at Ron.
"What is this about," she hissed showing them all a picture of a very funny looking Ron.
"Wizard, Ron Weasley, was spotted stuffing his face at Weasley's Wizarding Weezes, the store owned by his older twin brother's," Harry read off trying hard not to chuckle.
"You know you were supposed to keep out of sight," Blaise said mournfully and Molly turned to look at her.
"Who is this," she said in a ruffled tone.
"I'm Blaise Zambini," Blaise said stepping forward to shake Molly's hand.
Molly noddded for a second then her eyes lit up and her mouth formed a perfect "O".
"You the one that everyone has been talking about. Apperantly you grandmother put up a reward for your safe return," Mrs. Weasley said and Blaise looked puzzled.
"I know my grandmother is not in league with the Death Eater's, but she had never cared for me. I was sure she would have known that my parents had hadned my over to Voldemort," Blaise said making Ron and Mrs. Weasley flinch as she mentioned the Dark Lord's name.
"I don't know. Sounds dodgy to me," Ron said eyeing the paper.
"Everything sounds dodgy to you," came a female voice from behind Mrs. Weasley. They all jumped slightly and they heard the person giggle.
"Harry," the girl said and she rushed forward to hug him.
As the girl stepped into the light, Blaise recognized her. She was Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister.
Her long flaming hair was now down to her waist and her big brown eyes flickered to Blaise for a second. She let go of Harry and stepped away, her face now bright red.
"You must be Blaise," Ginny said shaking Blaise's hand enthusaistically.
Blaise nodded mutely and Ginny dragged Harry away, saying something about getting him a cup of tea.
"My dear, you may share a room with Ginny 'til tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said and Blaise nodded.
"What's going to happen to me then," Blaise asked and Ron stared at her sympathetically.
"I don't know dear, the Order will have to decide," Molly whispered.
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"Oh Harry, that was so brave," Ginny sighed admirabley.
"No it wasn't, I was just doing my job," Harry said blushing at her attention.
"I can't believe that Kid dumped you," Harry said suddenly and it was Ginny's turn to blush.
"He didn't. I dumped him," Ginny said bowing her head slightly and gazing at him from the corner of her eye.
"Oh," Harry said and he blushed again.
"So where is my room," Blaise inquired as she hovered in the doorway.
Ginny looked up and smiled. She was thankful for the intrusion. Everything with Harry was strange. She still didn't know quite where she stood with him.
Ginny got up from her chair and led Blaise up the stairs. They walked up two flights of stairs before they got to a door that was completely painted black.
"Sorry it was Percy's old room," Ginny said opening the door.
The room was painted black everywhere. It was as if someone had died and the whole family was mourning, and in a way they were. Blaise stepped inside and sat on the bed.
"I don't want to be rude, or presumpitious, but what happened to Percy," Blaise asked quietly.
"Oh," Ginny said her eyes rounding.
"Well, he is not apart of this family anymore," Ginny said her eyes flashing suddenly.
"Did he die," Blaise asked, as she fingered the thin white bedspread.
"No! He betrayed us," Ginny said fiercely.
She fell silent, her eyes burning holes in the floor. Blaise didn't press for more information. Instead Blaise got up and put an arm around Ginny's shoulders.
"I am sorry," she said and she back up and smiled at Ginny.
"It is alright," Ginny said and she plastered a smile on her own face.
"So Harry and you.........." Blaise said leaving off.
"There's nothing going on," Ginny said rather sadly and Blaise's blue eyes widened.
Blaise got a very sly look on her face. Her favorite role at Hogwarts had been to be match maker. Although she had gotten many people together she had ever found someone for herself.
"Well why not, the way he was staring at you, and you all flushed! I think there are definatly sparks there," Blaise said in a confident voice.
"Really," Ginny said her eyes shining with hope.
"Yes," Blaise said and she was telling the truth.
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"Your what!" Hermione nearly screamed into the fireplace, where Ginny's head was sitting comfortabley among the flames.
"We're engaged!" Ginny said happily.
"I heard you the first time. When you said that you needed me and Draco to plan a wedding I didn't know it was yours! You and Harry never went out, ever," Hermione said shock still clear on her face.
"Why would we need too? I have loved Harry since the first time I saw him. I just never knew he felt the same," Ginny said and her voice had a strange dreamy quality to it.
"I mean I have been back and forth with Draco many times and still he hasn't proposed," Hermione said flitting her finger's before Ginny's face to show she had no ring.
Ginny just watched as her friend stood up and began to pace.
"Maybe he doesn't love me like I thought he did," Hermione said and Ginny gasped.
"Hermione, how could you say that? You know he does. He will propose, just give him time," Ginny said and she could see the strain on Hermione's face.
"I know, Ginny. It's just I feel like he won't. I don't know why either. I guess I am just feeling frustrated," Hermione said as she sat down and put her head in her hands.
"Hermione, I don't know what to say. Just have faith," Ginny said and Hermione looked up through her fingers at Ginny.
"Okay," Hermione said and she hiccuped loudly.
Ginny laughed as Hermione clasped a hand over her mouth and ran to the kitchen sink. It was a habit that Hermione had, whenever she got worked up over something, she wuld either cry until she was hoarse or she would start hiccuping.
Hermione back, gulping down a tall glass of sparkling water. She downed the glass in moments and setting it down, she gave a strange look, as if she was waiting to hiccup again.
"I am sorry, but I have to go," Ginny said and Hermione looked again at her.
"Alright, I will talk to you later," Hermione said and with a slight 'pop' Ginny was gone.
Hermione sat down again. It all was almost to much to think about. Ginny and Harry were engaged! Plus, Ginny wanted Hermione to be her Maid of Honor. They had already set the date of their wedding for April 3rd.
What was more, Ginny wanted Hermione and Draco to plan the wedding for her. Hermione's head was spinning and she let out a slight whimper as she realized she now had a massive headache.
They would of course hire a wedding planner and pick out the decorations and things. Because Harry was going to be off on some top secret mission and Ginny was going on a vacation with her best friend, Tasha Martin.
Ginny would pop in every once in a while and see how things were going, but other than that it was all up to Hermione and Draco. It was like some weird nightmare that Hermione wished she could wake up from.
A/N: I am so happy, one chapter down nineteen more to go! Haha, I have a girl on . tomfelton. com making up the wedding planner. Her screen name is Angel Eyes, and her real name, I think, is Jo. But she gets full credit for the wedding planner and she is my best reviewer! Anyways I hope I can get the next chapter up soon. Review!!!