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What Happened Last Time:

Harry and Ginny had been dating for a month now and he hated it. He didn't want to be with Ginny, but he didn't want to be without her. He definitely didn't want Potter to be with her. He didn't want to admit Potter was probably a better boyfriend but he did want Ginny to be happy. He just wanted her to be happy with him. But not with him. To tell the truth, he didn't know what he wanted.

Se came to the same conclusion Draco did. Staying exactly where she was until something changed. Their wishes did come true, something did happen. Just not something either of them would have chosen in order to jump-start them into action.

Ginny disappeared.

Chapter 3: Lightning Bolts

"Hey, does anyone know where Ginny is? I haven't seen her all day."

Aww, poor boy hero. He lost his girlfriend. Draco thought bitterly. By wallowing in self pity Draco had grown a new and greater dislike for Harry Potter and his perfect life and his perfect friends, and his perfect girlfriend.

"No Harry, I 'aven't seem 'er eiver. I figur'd she sthayed in bed sick o' somethin." Ron mumbled around a large mouthful of food. Stupid Weasel, he doesn't even care about his sister.

"No, Ron. She's not in the common room. I saw her leave for Herbology this morning. She didn't look sick. But now that you mention it, she wasn't at lunch either."

Hermione's contribution to the conversation startled Draco. Had no one seen Ginny since this morning? Was she Ok? Was she lying somewhere hurt? The same thoughts echoed around the Gryffindor table. No one knew where Ginny was. Each person picked a place to look. Hermione claimed Ginny's room, Ron the library; Harry, Hagrid's hut. Draco walked up to the concerned group, causing more concerned looks.

"What do you want, Ferret?"

That name just couldn't die, could it!?!

"I want to help look for Ginny."

"Why?"

"Must I justify wanting to insure the well-being of a girl I care for, Potter?

Ron threw in a comment; "You? Care for someone? Sounds a little far-fetched to me. How do we know you didn't do something to her!"

"Shut up Weasel, no one asked you. Look Potter, we don't like each other, we don't trust each other, but I care for Ginny and want to know if she is Ok. Capiche?"

"Fine. You go with Hermione. She's a safer bet for you than Ron or I are right now; she probably won't haul off and punch you, but you never know. If I find out you did anything to her though, I will personally remove your brain through your nostrils. Capiche?"

"Understood."

Draco trailed Hermione to the opening of Gryffindor common room. She placed a temporary deafness spell on Draco so he couldn't hear the password then shoved him through the portrait hole.

The large red and gold room gave off an impressive air with a comfortable casualness about it. Much warmer than the dungeon common room he had. Students scattered around doing homework quickly put attention on Draco, surprised by a Slytherin being brought among them. Several muttered phrases under their breaths that Draco was sure he would have beat them up for, if he had been able to hear anything under 100 decibels.

He followed Hermione quietly and obediently up to the girls dorms. As soon as they opened the door to Ginny's room they knew something was wrong. The bed clothes were upset, her closet door had a large hole through it, apparently from a fist. Shattered glass sprinkled around the floor from the broken window crunched underfoot. Besides the cold air shrieking in through between ripped curtains, the room seemed cold and empty. There was an aura of pain or sorrow or solitude or something not quite any of those things but everything and more. Both Hermione and Draco shivered simultaneously.

"What happened here?" Hermione questioned softly.

"I was thinking the same thing. Wait, what's that?" Draco followed his gaze to a large, single drop of blood, carefully balanced on top of the thick, shag carpet. No glass was within a two foot radius of the drop.

"Draco..." Hermione eyed the drop nervously. "Something doesn't feel right about this..."

Draco waved her off and pulled his wand from inside his cloak. Inching closer to the drop he lightly poked it with the tip of the wand.

Jolts of electricity shot up the wand and through his body. Tremors shook every muscle and made his eyes roll back into his head. Hermione screamed as his hair started to smoke and body to shake in silent seizures. All the while the blood had shot away from the drop in minuscule rivulets, spreading and branching out like static from a lightning strike. It speedily oozed its way across the top of the carpet until it came in contact with the shards of glass. Glazing the edges of each piece the blood ran its way across the room to the window leaving shadows of bloody flowing script behind it. Each shard of glass edged in blood became part of a letter, part of a word.

Hermione's screams redoubled as Draco finally collapsed inside the empty circle below him, twitching randomly with glazed eyes, and she read what the blood had left behind. Dumbledore rushed into the room followed quickly behind by Snape and McGonagall, they had been alerted by other students frightened by the screams. The Gryffindor house head pulled Hermione aside while Snape levitated Draco's body to take to the infirmary. Dumbledore cast a glance at the crimson lettered message before retreating after the traumatized teens.

Come and Find her.

Come to Me.

Feel her pain

Submit to Power.

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A/N: Ooh, Aah. Hopefully I kept you on the edge of your seat! Sorry if the dialogue got a little boring, the end more than made up for it. : ) I'll update as soon as I have an idea what to write about!!! Thanx: DreamGurl-de-Draco, mz.sammiz, Akarusa30991, Jack Robinson, and CocoaQT15 for the reviews! You get a gold star for the day!!!! Luv ya all, keep reviewing

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