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What Happened Last Time:
"I said Voldemort has thought of every action you might take. I never mentioned him thinking of everything."
"What are you suggesting?" Harry asked, hopeful through his pain.
"We go together. We think it through, make a plan, and go get Ginny together."
"Why are helping me like this?"
"Because I love her too."
Chapter 5: Static Pictures
Draco, Harry and Hermione had been in the library for the last three hours, researching, trying to find a way to help Ginny.
"I hate libraries. Did I mention I hate libraries? We don't even know where she is and there is nothing here that can help us find her, we have to find her ourselves."
"Yes Draco, you've have mentioned it, you've 'mentioned' it at least twenty times since we got here. The library hasn't failed me yet, so we're going to keep looking until we find something." Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation.
The two boys were bored and had been fidgeting since shortly after they arrived. As usual, Hermione was doing the work while Harry threw in useless comments and Draco complained. After thinking for three hours, Harry came up with a very philosophical, deep and meaningful statement.
"If I scuff my feet on the carpet and then run my finger over my arm, all the hair stands up! It's really cool!" Hermione groaned in frustration; Draco was amazed.
"Woah! Let me try!" (scuff scuff scuff) Draco started running in place underneath the table until he felt the charge of static running under his skin. Draco looked conspiratorially at Harry and motioned for him to be quiet as he sneaked behind Hermione who was currently hitting her head repeatedly onto the wooden table and cursing the boys for their short attention span. Draco slowly extended an electrified finger towards her arm and with a quick touch:
Zap!
Hermione shrieked in surprise and slight pain and turned to hit Draco for his childish behavior. But Draco wasn't there. Well, he was there physically, but definitely not mentally.
Draco stood frozen with his index finger still extended, the hair on his arms and head slightly raised with static electricity. His eyes were looking at something in the distance, almost glazed, but when Hermione raised from the seat and looked closer into them she saw colors, pictures, flashing across his eyes. Momentarily mesmerized, Hermione watched the colors swirl and from pictures of maps and places, people, landmarks. It was fascinating. Draco had become a human projector slide, the pictures were just being projected inside his head.
An instant later, Draco collapsed into her and brought her to the floor. Harry jumped up and rushed over to the pair. Both were moaning, Draco from the ordeal, and Hermione from hitting the floor with a lean but heavily muscled body on top of her.
"Get off me you oaf! What in Hades name was that?" Hermione yelled in a voice muffled by Draco's shoulder.
Draco slowly stood up, took a few steps, looked back at the surprised Gryffindors and in a quiet, strong voice he whispered:
"I know where Ginny is."
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Harry tossed and turned in his bed that night. Draco had refused to divulge the information gained by his static charged epiphany until tomorrow so that he had time to think about it. Hermione was furious that he knew something and wasn't sharing it with her, especially anything concerning Ginny. She had glimpsed the images flashing in his eyes and could piece together that they led to Voldemort, but she couldn't decipher anything past that. Hermione thought aloud to Harry for hours afterwards. She pondered and contemplated and created hypothesis after hypothesis and arrived at only a headache for both of them.
Hermione retired to her room to clear her head and presumably think some more. Harry dragged himself to his dorm and lay in bed, trying to sleep but only worrying about Ginny.
I can't let Voldemort steal anyone else I love from me. He's destroyed all the family I've ever known and now he takes the one person who could give me that feeling back? I don't feel alone when I'm with her. I know I'm still alive. Is that the way she makes Draco feel? He says he still loves her. She shouldn't have to choose between us. Why couldn't he just be as callous and cruel as he acts and forget her? I should have been the one to find the message. I should have been the one to learn how to find her. He can help, but I don't want him to. I deserve her. She loves me now, not him. Why can't he leave her alone! We could be happy if it weren't for him. I heard her talking in her sleep, whispering his name between tears. He's made both us suffer because he can't make up his stupid, bloody mind. I hope he's suffering as much as I am right now. I won't let him take Ginny from me. She's all I have.
Eventually Harry drifted into a fitful sleep full of dreams about Ginny, Voldemort and Draco.
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A/N: ok, I'm making progress, I think I know where to take this next but suggestions from you all would help. Sorry it's been so long since I updated, stupid school. I'll try to keep writing and see if I can finish this story in the next couple of weeks. Thanx for your support! And thank you Cat for reminding me I had a story to finish!
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