Nothing to say, except that my updates are getting slower and slower, and I'm sorry for that. I'm getting lazy; I don't have any stupid excuse like "I have so much homework and with all these midterms…" or "My computer broke down and so I had to rewrite my whole chapter again." I mean, I'll admit that I've been getting lazy, and I've lost interest of this story, but oh well. I've got some reviews last chapter, and there was one that said that this story was stupid. And I agree. So please don't kill me if you think the story is dumb. I already know that. Well, I have nothing better to do right now, so I guess I'll get to this little thing.

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"Draco. Draco. Your father. He's dead."

'No… he can't be! How can he die? He was alive just yesterday! Cruel and evil, but healthy and alive!'

HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD.

'I wonder what mother is going through right now…'

"Hey! Draco? Hey! It's Waverly! I was supposed to go shopping with Ginny today. You know where she is?"

Draco swiveled around to face the girl.

"Oh, hey. Listen, I'm in a rush right now… sorry. Knowing Ginny, I'm sure she just probably forgot. Sorry, I have to go. Catch you later, okay?" Draco rambled, and continued to dash off.

He stopped.

"Ah! You dumbass! What kind of stupid wiz- I mean. What kind of person are you…?" He glanced around at the whispering passersby, as he smiled slightly and walked off to a small alley.

"You could have just apparated, dumbass."

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"Ginny!"

Draco dropped to his knees, next to a crying girl.

"Ginny! It's okay. I'm here."

A new set of tears exploded from her volatile eyes. Shaking, she handed him the letter. Slowly, Draco opened the letter and his eyes grew larger.

"Do… do y-you think w-we should c-c-call Rachel about this?" Draco didn't wait for an answer and immediately picked up the phone and dialed furiously.

"Hihi! How's everything? You back already, Draco?" Rachel's voice sounded preppy and excited. "Oh, I'm finishing up here, by the way. I'll be home soon. Hello? Hello? Is something wrong?"

"Rachel, someone left a letter in Ginny's bag and I think you should take a look."

"Huh? What letter? What did it say?"

"Rachel, my father is dead." There was a long, deadly pause.

"Draco. Don't move. I'm coming."

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"Let me see the letter." Draco jumped when he heard Rachel a minute after he had hung up on her.

"Wait, whoa! When… How did you get here?"

"My mother's a witch, and a mom who won't let me drive. The last thing she can do for me is let me learn how to apparate. Now, show me the freaking letter!" Draco handed the worn out piece of paper. Rachel's eyes scanned it quickly, but her countenance showed her bitter anger.

The faithful servant of the dark lord.

Who can that be?

I am closer than you think.

Someone around here. Someone who knows me.

Mr. Dumbledore?

No… he's too… well, naïve to know these things.

Howard?

He can't be a wizard; he's not even grown up.

Rachel sighed. Draco and Ginny cannot know. She knew what she had to do. It would be risky, and very dangerous, but she had been waiting five years for this, and she was ready.

'Operation Cooperation, here's to a mighty beginning.'

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Rachel had told them not to think about the letter, and told Ginny and Draco that she would take care of it.

As Ginny woke up the following morning, she still could not get the memory of the note out of her bloodstream. She got up lazily, without Rachel sidling in the hallway, and got ready for school. She could not concentrate on her homework, so she had used the cheat quill that Rachel had lent her.

Then, she heard her.

"Come on, come on, come on! We don't have time!"

She heard the door across the hall creak. "What? It's 40 minutes before school even starts!"

"We have to tell Professor Dumbledore about this letter. Don't you think?" Ginny bolted out of bed and burst out to the discussion.

"I'm getting ready. Wait up."

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-At Hogwarts-

"Oh! Harry! You are so naughty!" there was a chain of giggles, until there was a low growl and a scuffle of bed sheets.

"I'm naughty? You're the one wi- AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Harry found his sheets and tried to cover him and his girl. "What the hell was that, Hermione? Don't you know how to knock?"

Hermione sighed. The man that Harry has become after Ginny… it was horrifying. Every night, he would go out in search of his prey, and once he found the clueless victim, he would take her heart, only to break it the next day. In some special cases, it was two days. He had replaced Draco Malfoy's reign as the biggest, snobbiest, and the heartless slime ball.

'The girl in his bed must be new…' she thought. "Harry, we have to go see Professor Dumbledore."

Harry groaned and shot back, "I don't want to see him now… I'm busy! Can't you tell? Gosh, Hermione. You really need to stop bothering me." There was some movement under the sheets, and the girl giggled again.

'If only Ginny could come back…'

Ever since the day they saw Ginny through the glass, Harry had gone out in search of another girl. At first, Hermione understood his grief, and tried to deal with him, but it got out of control. Even Ron, who played along with Harry's behavior, began to back away. Now, it was just Ron and Hermione, and she knew that it was Ginny who had really broken them up.

'I guess Malfoy got fired from that job.'

"Harry, Dumbledore insists. If you don't come, I'm bringing him here."

"Okay, okay! Gosh! Hey, Sabrina honey, I'll be back, alright, sexy?" Harry glared at Hermione. "Do you MIND?" Hermione looked helplessly at the boy.

"No. Not at all." She banged the door open and marched out.

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"Ah, it's a pleasure to see you. You are precisely on time. My brother has just gotten in contact with me. Sit down, if you may." Slowly, the three seniors took a seat, staring into the familiar glass.

"Hello, Draco, Ginny," Professor Dumbledore turned to Rachel, "Rachel. I've heard about the letter. Do you have any clue of who it could be?"

Rachel shook her head, along with Ginny. "No, sir."

Dumbledore looked more tired than usual. "Very well. Come in, come in. The door is open!" The door to Professor Dumbledore's office opened and Hermione, closely followed by Ron entered. After a long pause, Harry came in, looking messy and worn out.

"I see you three have been able to make it. Have a seat." Hermione pulled up a chair, along with Ron, but Harry hesitated before taking his chair very slowly.

"I hope I have not bothered any of you?" Dumbledore inquired. Hermione and Ron shook their heads, but Harry did not respond. Dumbledore went on.

"Ginny found a letter in her bag yesterday. It's concerning Draco's father…"

"Why should we care?" Harry interrupted. Ginny jerked her head up. She had been deeply into her nails. She shot him a look that he imitated back at her.

"You should care because it was written by a 'faithful servant of the Dark Lord.' I know you are tired of being dragged into everything with Voldemort, but this is very crucial. Would you like to hear the note?"

"No."

Ginny looked at him questioningly. 'What's his problem?'

"I would like to hear it, please, professor." Hermione saved the triplet.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to read:

Hello, Ginny Weasley.

I know something that will hurt your lover so much.

Would you like to know?

Lucius Malfoy is dead.

Yes. And I know that you are a witch. I know everything about you, and even things you don't know about yourself. I also know that Draco Malfoy is a wizard. I know very well. I am informed that Rachel is a blood witch. But, Ginny, I know much more. Rachel is not who you think she is.

Well, the only thing this letter will inform you is that Draco Malfoy's father is dead.

And I kill him. Be aware, Ginny Weasley. I am closer than you think.

Sincerely,

The faithful servant of the dark lord.

Harry stared into space awkwardly. He had tried his best to seem unconcerned, but he could not help to wonder about the letter.

I know something that will hurt your lover so much.

Her LOVER?

I kill him. Be aware, Ginny Weasley. I am closer than you think.

'I have to help her. What his the person does something to her? What if…' Harry stopped. 'She's the one who left me. She deals with the consequences. Beside, she already found a new "LOVER"…' Harry felt his heartbeat thump faster by the second.

How could he do this? What kind of person has become to be? He looked into the glass and saw Ginny sitting on the other side, so innocent and her eyes full of compassion, fear and anger. Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, a hairstyle he had always favored.

'No! She left me! She deserves it!'

Looking at Ginny, Harry felt his heart melt and his mind soothe out. He remembered all the things he had done after she left and realized that he had done it out of grief.

Harry belonged with Ginny. They were meant to be. He loved her. Harry wanted to jump up, go to where Ginny was and embrace her, telling her how sorry he was.

But he couldn't do it.

There were tears rolling down her porcelain skin, and Harry could not go comfort her.

His mouth opened to say something, when he froze.

Malfoy put his hand on hers.

She looked at him, and gave him a pathetic grin as she wiped her tears with her hand.

Then, Harry felt his own hands rolling up into a fist.

How could Ginny do this to him? He had just realized that he loved her, and she goes off with the little bastard! Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione glaring at him so forcefully that he could have fallen off his chair. His grip lessened, and he jerked his view away from Ginny.

"…we're all depending on you three to stay away from anyone who could be a possible suspect, understand? We cannot let our secret loose. And since you guys don't want to go somewhere else, I guess all we have left to do is to be very careful." Draco, Ginny and Rachel nodded.

"Well, I think I've taken enough of your time, go ahead to your classes now. Thank you. Good day." They all muttered their farewells as the two brothers stayed behind, talking to each other through the glass.

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Ginny tugged at her thin, white knitted tank top as she walked outside into the campus for another day. She really thought that Rachel had gone overboard with buying all the clothes. She had so many pairs of shoes, backpacks, jewelry, and clothes. She had everything of every color; red, orange, pink, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, brown and white. She sighed as she met her new friends. Everyday was always so hectic and new.

She had no idea.

"Hey Ginny! Oh my gosh! I love your belt! It is so cute!" Tina pointed to Ginny's dark blue belt (that was supposed to match her dark blue converse and dark blue back pack.)

"Thanks…" Ginny was not used to getting all these compliments, especially for the quality of her clothes.

Ginny shifted around, looking for Draco. She finally found him in a deep conversation with Howard. Howard seemed happy and excited, but Draco had his "I'm-supposed-to-be-happy-but-I'm-not" look.

The bell rang for class, and Ginny was automatically carried by the wave of students rushing for their first class. After a while, she finally found her History class. She had a different schedule almost every day.

Until brunch time, Ginny tried to get a glimpse of Draco, but he kept his head bent down.

'I wonder what Howard told him…'

Finally, the bell for brunch rang, and Ginny walked over to her hang out place from the day before. Her teachers had given her great feedback for her homework. Her math teacher, an effervescent and jumpy lady, nearly jumped out of the roof when Ginny turned in her homework and she gave her a chocolate. No, two chocolates.

"Penny for your thoughts." Ginny turned to see Howard standing next to her.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about my classes so far."

"You've been staring at the ground for the past 5 minutes; you couldn't have been thinking about your classes."

"Oh? How would you know?" She sat down.

"No idea. I bet you were thinking about me. Right?"

"Yeah… and that's exactly why I was staring at the ground."

"Aha! So you think I'm prettier than the ground!"

Ginny smiled. "Are you flirting with me?"

He shrugged. "Might be. You never know these days." He plopped down next to her.

"Oh… you make it too hard. If only you would just batter your eyelashes, and then I'll know." Ginny replied.

"How's this?" His eyes turned into a concentrating mode as he tried to blink as fast as he can. Ginny laughed.

"I don't think that'll really work, sorry."

"Oh? How about this?" He thrust his arms around her as she fell into his chest.

"Have you thought about my offer yet?" he whispered in her ear. Ginny felt her pulse doubling. Her eyes grew wide.

"I like you."

Ginny was paralyzed.

"Maybe I even love you."

Her breathing quickened. She could feel her blood throbbing.

"Could you pretty please be mine?"

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That was a bit boring. I wish I could have thought of a more different way for Howard to ask her out. I think that was a bit too cliché…

But OH WELL… It's better than having him ask her out online. Ugh. I hate that.

mmm… While you're on read some parody/humor fics. I've grown quite attached to them. They really cheer me up. Some are so hilariously funny!

But some aren't… but that's okay.

What should I have her say? Should she say yes? And have Draco all jealous and everything? Or should she say no and have Draco ask her out instead? They're both going to end up the same anyway…

Unless I become evil and make this a Ginny/Harry fic and make her go back to Harry. Haha. That's an idea… you never know. I'm unpredictable.

Toodleloos!