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Chapter 2-

Hermione looked up at Ron sadly. She knew he was thinking the same thing she was; Harry was in a right state. She had never thought Harry to have much of a temper, how wrong she was she realized. Harry was in the library, looking at books.

She guessed his sudden interest in books was formed for one of two reasons; one- he was hoping it would distract him from the truth that Ginny was indeed gone or two-he was using them for research, taking his anger out on the books when they held no useful information. Bye the numerous thuds from upstairs she guessed it was option two.

Ron reached across the table and grabbed her hand. A simple gesture, but it comforted her on no small scale. She felt Ron squeeze her hand and gave him a grateful smile. He nodded showing that he understood what she was saying without her needing to say the words.

Ron glanced at the ceiling. "I wonder if there's any books left for him to annihilate." He meant for his voice to be light, soothing. Instead it came out uneven and shaky. He felt Hermione stand up and walk over to him. He looked up to see a lone tear slide down her cheek.

"Do you think she'll ever come back? Do you think she can survive him?" Hermione asked, her voice shaking as much as Ron's had.

It was in that moment when Ron realized how much his little sister meant to him and his friends. He remembered a particularly heartbreaking conversation they had had at the end of their seventh year.

"Ginny, sod off!"

Ron was trying to escape from his sister. She had found out of his and Harry's summer plans. Normally, this wasn't a big issue, but this time there was one difference; Ginny was not included in those plans.

"How could you?" Ginny cried from behind him. He was resisting the strong urge to turn to her and tell her to sod off.....or something far less polite.

"Ginny, we're just going on a trip. Mione, Harry, and I are all graduating and it's the last we deserve!" Ron shouted angrily.

"What you deserve Ronald Weasley is a firm slap in the face!"

Ron reluctantly turned, keeping his temper in check. His sister was far from doing the same thing. Her face was flushed and her eyes were blazing.

"Look Gin, all we want is a small vacation from-" Ron halted, realizing what he was about to say. He knew there was no turning back now.

"From me, right?"

The hurt he saw in her eyes was agonizing. He reached out a hand to comfort her but she recoiled as if he had slapped her. "It's not like that Ginny and you know it. We just would like to have a little time where it's just the three of us. It has nothing to do with you. Stop making it personal."

"Making it personal?" Ginny said sarcastically. Ron recognized the drawl in her voice, but could not quite place it. "How am I suppose to take it when my supposed friends are practically admitting I'm just a charity case?"

"Gin-"Ron stopped speaking when he saw who walked up behind her and put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"What's going on, Ginny?" The blonde haired boy asked. He looked down at Ginny, waiting for answers.

"Oh, it's nothing really, Draco." Ginny answered with a glint in her eye.

Ron remembered thinking that he must be dreaming. Malfoy and Ginny? No. It was impossible. No Weasley would ever be associated with a Malfoy.

"What's wrong with you, Weasel?" Malfoy drawled, looking at Ron with keen dislike. He tightened his hold on Ginny, and to Ron's disgust, Ginny seemed completely comfortable with the embrace.

"Get your filthy hands off her, Malfoy."

Malfoy raised his light eyebrows in mock-surprise. "Now you care? A minute ago I could've swore I heard something along the lines of her being a charity case." His gray eyes flashed a protective gleam to them.

"It's okay, Draco. I just was being informed about something, it's no big deal really. I just lost my temper. You of all people should know how that goes."

Malfoy nodded knowingly. He had been on the receiving end of that temper too many times to count. And he knew first hand it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences.

"Malfoy, sod off. This is between my sister and me. Not," Ron stated, eyes blazing, "you."

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, mate. You see, anything having to do with little Ginny here has to do with me."

"Ron, I think I would advise you to watch what you say, Draco is a little overprotective." Ginny said, looking up at Malfoy. She returned her gaze to Ron and he could have sworn he saw a smug look cross her features briefly.

Ron shook his head, still stunned. "Ginny, it's just for three weeks. Then we'll all come back and have a great summer together. I promise." Ron hoped the promise would still hold some weight, though he doubted it.

"Sorry Ron, I don't take your leftovers. I'll find something to keep me occupied. Maybe I'll spend some time in Diagon Alley or Hogsmead with Draco or something."

With that he watched his little sister turn on her heel and enter a compartment with Malfoy. Malfoy allowed her to precede him, 'always the gentleman' Ron thought bitterly, before following her, flashing Ron a sneer.

End of Flashback

"I hope so, Hermione. But don't worry, she's always been a fighter." Ron said soothingly. He didn't let on the fact that he was praying to the muggle God that she was in fact, okay.

Hermione nodded as another crash sounded above them. "Another useless book from the sound of things." She glanced at the ceiling, wishing she could console her friend who was in such horrible pain.

"I wish I could help him, Ron."

"I know love, we all do. The only person who can help him now is Ginny."

Harry looked around at the catastrophe he had created, somewhat satisfied. He went to the bookshelf, looking for another book to tear up.

'What exactly am I looking for?' He thought to himself. The truth of the matter was, he hadn't a clue. He was searching for information to save Ginny, but he had no idea what information he was looking for. He saw a title that interested him and plucked it from the shelf.

He opened the book, sitting down in the overstuffed armchair that sat in the Weasley's library. He flipped halfheartedly through the pages, knowing he would find nothing.