A/N: Again, fixing, please be patient. This chapter is fixed, and three should be soon. R&R, no flames, because they're useless.
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Chapter 2:
Ginny got up to the owlery a few minutes before Jennifer did, so she visited with a few of her favorite owls. Often, when she was so lonely and confused in her second year, she went up and just sat there. A few of the owls had taken to her, so to say. A certain oversized owl that Ginny had noticed delivering mail to Draco Malfoy had been one of the first to befriend her. She loved to think about how angry he and his father would be if they knew she came up weekly to feed their precious Death Eater owl sugary sweet treats. As she had a seat next to Pig, she noticed that Draco's owl had a cut on it's wing.
"Hey, what happened?" She soothed the hurt and whimpering owl as it hopped up to her. She pulled out her wand and did a spell to clean and bandage the wing. The precious owl started shaking its talons at her. She realized that the letter it had on its foot was irritating it.
"This isn't mine. I really shouldn't take it. I don't want Draco to know that I've been up here with you. Do you know how angry he'd be? That just won't do," Ginny tried to convince the owl to stop trying to get her to take the letter. The owl, however, continued to shake its leg profusely. Ginny never could stand to see an animal upset or hurt. "Oh, okay, you hard headed owl! I'll take the bloody letter, but I'm saying I found it lying on the floor!" Ginny pulled the letter off the owl's leg.
"Oh, Gin! So sorry, I lost track of time!" Jennifer ran through the door, breathing heavily and smiling. "So, did Ron say we could use Pig?" She laid her backpack beside the door, walking over to Ginny, who had just stuffed something in her robe pocket.
"Yes, but only because he wants me to put his name on my gift for Mum. Seems that he forgot, again. After last year, I didn't think he'd ever forget again." Ginny shuddered, remembering her mother's last birthday and Ron's weak attempt at a present–a dungbomb and a butterbeer–before petted the oversized owl one last time before she walked back to Pig, writing quickly on the package, then tying it and both letters to his leg. "Pig, honey, can you take the package and my letter to Mum? Then the other letter goes to Jennifer's parents, okay?" The owl twitched his head up and down, looking like it was nodding. "Okay, Pig, off you go!" The owl took off into the sky.
"So, Ginny, what did Snape say when you interrupted his class?" Jennifer asked, waiting to hear every gruesome detail.
"Oh, nothing, really. I told him it was a family emergency," Ginny grinned as she got her stuff together. Jennifer gasped a bit at the idea of lying to the potions professor. "It was really Draco who made comments. But I got the last word in with him, as usual."
"Why does he continue to argue with you when he knows he'll be the one to look like a git?" Jennifer asked, retrieving her backpack from beside the door and waited for Ginny.
"I don't know. It's fun, though, so I don't mind. It's about time to be heading for our next class, isn't it?" Ginny asked, a little disappointed at the break ending so quickly. "Yea. I guess I'll see you later." Jennifer had Arithmancy, while Ginny had Muggle Studies. They said their goodbyes and walked in opposite directions.
Ginny's Muggle Studies class went by quickly. After, she ran up to the common room to switch books in her backpack and started down to lunch, only to hear something crumpling in her robe pocket. She reached in and pulled out a parchment, folded like a letter. Having completely forgotten the incident with Draco's owl, Ginny didn't know what the letter was. She opened it, reading the first few lines. The frilly handwriting gave away that it was his mother writing to him.
Dearest Draco,
I'm so sorry, son, but some new information has come to the attention of your father. He has decided that until this information is confirmed or contradicted, you will be taken off of the will. It seems that he has found out that I was not faithful in the months before we found out about my pregnancy. He does not believe that you are his heir.
There was more, but Ginny was so shocked about the first few lines that she didn't read any further.
"Oh, wow," Ginny said, sitting on her bed in shock. She realized that Draco would be furious if he knew that she had read this note. She had to give it to him, some how get it into his hands. He had to know, but how would she do that without him knowing she had read it. It hadn't been sealed, so she couldn't reseal it. It had been tied, but it was now crinkled from being in her pocket. Well, he would just have to take her word that she hadn't read it. There was no other possibility.
Suddenly, Colin yelled from the common room. "Gin? Are you coming? I'm being patient down here!" Suddenly, she heard a very high pitched, "GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Ginny stuffed the letter back in her pocket, hoping she would be able to track Draco down without his goons and give him the note. She walked to the door, then slid down the newly created slide.
"Colin, did you try to get up there?" Ginny giggled as she hit the floor. Colin, sitting on the rug beside the stairway, looked agitated as he rubbed his ankle.
"Unfortunately, yes. I didn't know it did that! Why can you always get into my room, but I can't even step on a stair to get to yours?" Colin whined.
"Oh, Colin, that's a Hermione question. I don't know the answer. Something to do with hormones and teenagers and all that." Ginny pulled him up and began walking out of the room. "Come on, Colin! I'm hungry." Colin followed, grumbling about waiting for her for nearly fifteen minutes.
When they entered the Great Hall, Ginny looked around to find everyone. Micheal and Jennifer were at the Ravenclaw table, Lilac was sitting with a few of her friends at the Hufflepuff table, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and Neville were saving seats for Ginny and Colin, and Draco was surrounded by his goons at the Slytherin table. Ginny skipped happily to the Gryffindor table and had a seat next to Harry. "Hey, guys! So, how has your day been?" Ginny asked the seventh years brightly.
"Well, except for having Snape and Binns, it was just great!" Harry said a little sarcastically. "And yours?"
"Oh, it's just been great. By the way, does anyone know where Hagrid has gone off to? His class is being held in the library as a study hall for the next few weeks," Ginny replied. Hermione and Ron looked at her quizzically.
"What?" Harry exclaimed. "Hagrid's gone? He's probably on a mission for the Order! I'll bet they know where Voldemort is! I bet Hagrid's spying on Voldemort!" Harry kept going like that until Neville stuffed a roll into his mouth.
"Harry, I doubt that He has enough power to come back just yet. And I also doubt that they'll send a half giant to spy on him, since what he did to Pettigrew. Remember? And he was only a rat!" Ron said, referring what happened when the Order put a camera spell on Peter Pettigrew in the trio's sixth year. They still couldn't find any of the poor rat's parts, but, unfortunately, they had been able to see everything that Voldemort and his lackeys did to him. It was a miserable sight, and the members that had seen it were all traumatized by it. Harry looked a bit taken aback at the memory, being the only of the trio that had actually seen the spell take affect. It was up there with the triwizard competition as one of his least favorite memories.
"I don't think that he's doing anything for the Order. Professor Dumbledore said that he was taking a trip to Beauxbatons. Oh, do you think he could be going on vacation with Madam Maxine again?" Ginny asked, beginning to get a little excited at the prospect of Hagrid and Olympe's possible relationship.
"Oh, Ginny, I don't know," Hermione said. "Hagrid and Madam Maxine parted terms last year as just friends. I don't think Hagrid's gone just to visit her."
"Well, you never know." Ginny said. She turned to her lunch, eating quickly. She noticed a flash of white-blond hair walking out the door of the Great Hall. "Oops, I've got to go. I have to check a book out of the library." Ginny stood up, grabbing her backpack.
"Do you want me to come, Gin?" Colin asked.
"No, I'm fine. I'll see you in double potions." Ginny walked out the door. She walked toward the direction she saw Draco going. As she turned the corner, she saw him ducking into the library. 'Thank God he didn't go to the Slytherin common room,' she thought to herself. She drew in a deep breath and walked through the library door. "Hello, Madam Pince," she greeted the librarian brightly. She continued through the maze of books until she found the tall boy. "Malfoy," she quietly called from the end of an aisle.
He looked up, then back down when he saw who it was. "What, Weasley?" he asked, turning a page in a book.
"I found this letter, I guess your owl dropped it in the owlery." Ginny handed him the crumpled piece of parchment. He took it, looking as if it were poison. Draco opened it cautiously. Ginny turned to leave, hoping that he wouldn't read it before she had a chance to leave.
"Weasley,"he commanded, "did you read this?" Draco asked, sounding irritated and upset. Obviously he was a speed reader, also.
"Why would I read your mail?" Ginny asked. "Not like I want to know what's going on in your family." She turned back to him, hoping to be able to keep a straight face.
"How do you know it's about my family?" Draco replied, his face and voice back to the hard stone that it barely ever left.
"Well, what else would it be?" Ginny asked, hoping to cover for her mistake.
"It could be anything, Weasley, but you happen to be so sure that it's my family. Did you read all of it? No use denying. I know you at least part, or you wouldn't have been so keen on finding me alone to get it to me." Ginny looked at him guiltily. "Well, how much did you read?"
"Malfoy, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to, I wish I didn't know. Honestly. I really am sorry."
"Did you read all of it?" he ordered.
"No, just the first few lines. I know that I'm the last person that you'd want to know this," Ginny said, sincerely.
"I know, your heart is just too friggin pure to not be sorry about something like this. So you know all about my mother's so called unfaithfulness, the will, everything?" He had begun to yell.
"Draco, calm down. I know about all that, but I didn't mean to. I didn't know what the letter was, and I opened it so that I would. I didn't mean to read it, and when I realized what I was reading, I stopped. I came and found you immediately. I'm still so sorry, I'm not like my brother and his friends; I won't gloat over it. I'll pretend I don't even know, if you want me to." Ginny looked up into his hurt eyes. "I wish this hadn't happened to you."
Draco felt her sincerity, and it disturbed him. This little weasel, this rodent who had never had an extra galleon in her life, was sorry–truly sorry–that he had lost all his fortune, and that he was no longer part of his family, the same family that had put her in the Chamber of Secrets. Yes, their family had been keeping it a secret that she was the one in the chamber, but his father had told him. They had father-son bonding time over it, laughing and joking about the youngest Weasley.
But now, she was feeling sorry for him, and she was trying to comfort him. He continued to look for the book that he needed, now trying to ignore the little redheaded girl.
"Malfoy? Are you okay? Have I said something that upsets you?" she asked.
"You upset me, Weasley. Your ruddy robes, your grubby face, your ugly red hair, your sincerity to those you want nothing to do with you. What is wrong with your family? No, don't answer that. I've got to go." Ginny watched Draco leave the library, a little confused. She had known that he would probably attack her, emotionally, but what had puzzled her was the tone he tried to hide in his voice. He appreciated her sincerity, she could hear it in his tone.
Just then, the bell for lunch to end rang, and she walked to her next class.
A/N Thanks for everyone who's reading or has already read. I love all of my readers! And the thank you's and all that will be at the very end of the story. Review, please!