Disclaimer: J.K. Rowlings and her publishers own everything in this story except for some the characters I made up and the plot.

A/N: I'm so sorry about the delay. After Ootp came out, I wasn't sure what to do with this. I decided to stick with the original story line, meaning that the nothing from the fifth book will be in this story. Maybe some of the characters from Ootp will appear here. Also, thank you to everyone that reviewed, sorry again for making you guys wait so long. Thanks Blazefury for betaing.

Chapter 12

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"Darwin look," Lavendar said. She pointed out three people that were sitting by the lake, laughing.

Dudley smiled when he saw Harry. It seemed that the trio were back together. He knew about Harry's friendship with Ron and Hermione. Why wouldn't he? Harry never stopped talking about them during the summer of 1995.

"What do you think happened?" Lavendar asked. She looked at him and saw him smiling.

"They're back together," Dudley answered, holding her hand, a confused look on Lavendar's face.

"Let's go to the common room. I'm sure we'll be alone," Dudley told her. Lavendar was going to object but thought better of it. She smiled and thoughts about Hermione and the two boys were washed from her mind as she followed Dudley to the common room.

*_*_*_*_*

Ginny was holding on to Draco on his bed. He's been silent for some time and she was starting to get worried. Just when she thought that things were running smoothly for them, a problem is thrown their way.

"Ginny, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

Draco pulled away from her and stood up.

"I don't know what to do."

"Do you even have to do anything?" Ginny asked.

Draco stared at her.

"I mean, I don't think you really have a problem. They're just voices right? Memories."

"You weren't there to hear her," Draco told her.

"Draco…" Ginny got up and stood next to him. "You only heard her when you were kissing me right?" Draco nodded. "Then don't kiss me. I don't really care, as long as I have you by my side, I don't care."

Draco looked down at Ginny. He thought that he didn't deserve her. Problem after problem she stuck by him. He couldn't even do anything to show that he appreciates her. Ginny didn't seem like the materialistic sort, and Draco doesn't even know what she liked. Their relationship has so many holes. Ginny knew virtually nothing about him, yet she claimed her love for him. Draco on the other hand knew all about her past, but didn't know anything about her likes and beliefs. He didn't even know when her birthday was.

Draco remembered some of the people in America jeering him about his relationship with Katie, especially after they broke up. They were always bringing up that he doesn't know how to satisfy a girl and he was never keen about public displays of affections. Whenever he watched a movie, there was always a kissing scene. He wondered if relationships needed a physical aspect. If they did, then his relationship with Ginny was doomed from the start.

"I'm sorry Ginny," Draco whispered in her hair.

Ginny held him tighter. "It's okay Draco. Just don't use this as a reason to leave me."

"I won't. When I leave you, this won't be the reason."

Ginny looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.

Draco shook his head and pulled away from her.

"It's nothing."

Draco walked to the window and looked out. He could see three people by the lake. They looked so happy. Draco could feel Ginny's gaze on him. He was probably confusing her and he knew that. When he said leaving her, he meant death. What other reason could there be?

*_*_*_*_*

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express blew. What usually was a busy train station was practically empty. Most of the parents were afraid of the Death Eater attacks. They were sure that Hogwarts was the safest place to be at the moment.

"Rooke, do you have everything?"

Draco turned around to face Professor McGonagall. He was one the very few people that were leaving Hogwarts for the Holidays. They had to be accompanied by the Head of their Houses. All other students were to say their good-byes at the castle. Ever since Draco told Ginny about Katie, he started spending less time with her. Harry warned him that if he doesn't stop trying to avoid Ginny, then things would be the same as it was in America. Ginny is the only person Draco spends anytime with and if he continues with the way he's acting, he might just find himself alone.

"Yes professor," Draco answered.

"Well, run along then."

Draco nodded and grabbed strap of his duffel bag. He had received a letter from his father saying that he just needed to bring some clothes. Getting inside the gleaming Hogwarts Express, he chose one of the compartments in the back and placed his back in the luggage rack before sitting down and closing his eyes. There was nothing but silence enshrouding him and Draco imagined Ginny talking to him. Her voice was the sound that he loved the most. Hearing her voice whenever he had a nightmare always managed to calm him.

He felt the train jerk and he quickly opened his eyes and looked out the window. The train station started to move away. The train station started to gradually get smaller and smaller till it was virtually a speck amongst the rolling green hills. He was feeling exhausted and lay back on the seat, closing his eyes. He immediately pictured Ginny. He was going to miss her. He didn't know how he would get through two weeks without seeing her. Draco scowled at himself, he was getting pathetic. Whatever happened to family pride? He pretty much forgot about upholding the family name the moment he stepped into Dumbledore's office.

Draco opened his eyes at the thought to becoming a spy. He did the right thing turning to Dumbledore, right? He saved Harry's life, so that's one good thing, but what else has he done? Becoming a spy ruined his family name. The great name Malfoy was once respected, maybe it still is but Draco doubted that. When the Aurors found the decoys in Dursley household, they immediately started investigating his father's involvement with the Death Eaters. Draco looked through the newspaper archives about his father's trial. He didn't go to Azkaban because of the lack of evidence. When they labeled him as Harry's murderer, the name Malfoy was ruined. Saving Harry led to his mother's death. Draco had to fake his death to save the guy. Everybody was saying that his mother died of a broken heart. The reason was his supposed death. Draco probably wouldn't have cared that his mother died because she wanted to die a long time ago and take him with her, but he knew that Father loved her. Draco never wanted anything but Father's happiness. Father always had problems and Draco could barely remember the last time he saw him smiling. He knew that the investigation added to the problems. The bad things that happened all out weighed everything 'good' that he did.

Then there was Ginny. Would they be together if he didn't become a spy? Maybe, but again, Draco doubted it. Ginny probably would have avoided him. He couldn't go around chasing a Weasley. There was no way to get close to Ginny if he didn't become a spy. She is a big part of his life now.

What would father think if he finds out that he's dating a Weasley? He would probably be angry with him for the first month or two, and if the relationship lasts longer than that, he was sure his father would be okay with it. She is a pureblood. Draco suddenly remembered Ginny telling him about a diary his father gave her. The diary almost killed her and it is still haunting her. He still couldn't believe that his father could do something that would kill someone.

"Kill her!"

Draco shook his head and took a deep breath. He ran his hand through his hair. For four years, he thought that Emily left the country without saying good-bye. He started believing his father about the pureblood and mudblood prejudice.

"No!"

Caroline held Lucius' arm. Draco was cowering in the corner of the room. He was crying and Lucius could see that he was afraid of him.

"Caroline I have to do this. It's for his own good."

"You will ruin him! A memory charm would harm him. Look at him."

"His best friend just died. If he remembers this…he's still trying to get over what your sister did to him. Let go of me." Lucius shrugged her off. He walked towards Draco, pulled his wand out and pointed it towards his son.

"Obliviate!"

Draco clenched his fist. A memory charm. His father put a memory charm on him so he would forget about how Emily really died. Draco understood why the Johnsons cried whenever he went to their house asking for Emily. His father told them that she drowned in a lake and they believed him. Drowning was a common cause of death, right? His father also told them that he was in shock and that he would not believed that Emily was dead and they played along. The charm was broken after his encounter with Potter and Company in the Hogwarts Express at the end of their fourth year. He started having dreams about Emily that summer and he couldn't figure out why. When he was walking by the lake one day, he started hearing voices. Usually he would have told his father, but he didn't think that it was a good idea. He would probably just send him to Dr. Conner again for counseling. Draco has been going to that doctor for everything ever since the 'flying' incident with his mother. Draco finally pieced everything together when he had a dream about how Emily really died. He didn't leave his room for a week. He couldn't bear facing his father. When he finally faced his father, he couldn't get him to say anything about it. Lucius insisted that Emily drowned. His father apologized for not telling the 'truth.' Lucius made up a story about how she drowned. For the first time in his life, Draco didn't believe what his father told him. He couldn't remember anything about Emily drowning. This made Draco start to doubt everything his father was telling him. Right after his father told him that he could be initiated, he went to Dumbledore.

Then there was the Order. Draco felt bad for that pitiful group. It's actually a miracle that they've held on for this long; at least Draco thought so. They don't understand how the Death Eaters work. They could never anticipate their next action. The Aurors strut with their heads held up high. They're never the ones that die. They never take the risk, unlike the spies. The people never mentioned in the history books. They're the unknowns that sacrifice their lives to give information to the Aurors. Draco thought about the Aurors. In his opinion, they're the same as the Death Eaters. Both groups kill. Aurors ruin as many families as the Death Eaters, separating fathers from their families. Is it the Death Eaters faults that they were brought up thinking that purebloods are superior? Draco knew that in the Death Eaters, family came first. They would never question what has been taught to them by their fathers. Most of the purebloods are old fashioned. They can't adjust to change very quickly. Suddenly, muggle-borns are born with magic. Can you blame them for feeling…threatened? For centuries they lived in a world where everything has been the same. When there is a variety, everything changes. To stop the change, you eliminate the variety. But when it starts popping up out of control, there's nothing you could do but watch. Then the ministry starts making laws to protect the variety that tries to fit into their world. The world that was theirs from the start. Why should they share their world with strangers?

Many of the muggle-lovers and muggle-borns are saying that without muggles, witches and wizards would die out. Draco knew that that was the truth. There are only a handful of purebloods out there. With that being said, you could say that pretty soon they would die out. They're dying just as fast a muggles are being born with magic. Muggle-borns already outnumber purebloods. Purebloods are fighting to keep their place in the world. Draco again, laughed at the thought. He's starting to sound like the animal channel. Natural selection…only the strongest survive. Those that cannot adapt to the changes die out. That's pretty much what's happening the wizarding world.

What would Ginny say if she heard him now? She would probably interrupt him and put in her thoughts and he'd never get to finish what he was going to say. Draco thought that she wouldn't understand. She wasn't brought up the same way most of the Slytherins were. Draco never thought about bringing up all this stuff to Ginny. Maybe he should, just to see her reaction. They need something to talk about.

Draco was surprised when the train suddenly jerked. He looked out the window and saw a sign saying Platform 9 ¾. He stood up and picked up his bag. He pushed the compartment door opened and stepped out.

"Hey Rooke!"

Draco turned to see a seventh year Hufflepuff boy walking towards him.

"Have a happy holiday."

"You too," Draco responded. The boy nodded at him, walked to the exit and left. Draco stared at the exit for a while and followed after the boy. When he stepped on the platform, he found himself alone. He put his bag down and wondered what happened to the boy. He looked around the platform and couldn't find a trace of him anywhere. The boy probably went through the pillar. Draco wasn't sure what to do next. Was he supposed to stay at the platform and wait there? His question was answered when he saw his father.

"I hope you had a pleasant trip."

"I did sir," Draco told him.

"So, where is your luggage?" Lucius didn't see a trunk. He completely missed the duffel bag.

Draco reached down and picked up the duffel bag, showing it to Lucius.

"I received a letter saying that all I needed were clothes. This is everything I have sir."

Lucius didn't know whether to believe the boy or think that he was joking. He was expecting that a boy of seventeen would have a wardrobe full of clothes. He saw that his cheeks flushed red and he was looking down. Was Rooke embarrassed?

"Well, don't worry about clothing. If there is something that you need, I will provide it."

"But sir, I can't…"

"Accept my offer?" Lucius finished for him. "It is not charity. We are going to functions, we can't have you attending them wearing slacks and a T-shirt. Nobody will take you seriously."

Draco's grip on his bag tightened.

"Nobody ever takes me seriously anyway."

Lucius could hear bitterness in his voice. He patted Draco on the back. Draco looked up at his father. Lucius was surprised to see that the boy's eyes were gray. Weren't they green? Lucius shook his head at the thought. He had seen Lukas only a handful of times. Maybe he never noticed it before.

"Well, we should leave. Would you like to get settled in your room?" Lucius asked, smiling.

Draco smiled back at him. He didn't know how many things he has done just to see that smile. Draco felt angry at the fact that his father was smiling at 'Lukas.' If only he knew.

"Are you ready?"

Draco nodded. He and his father to walked side by side. They talked as if they have never been separated. Those looking their way smiled at the sight of the father and son. The boy looked as if he was well into his teens and he was still close to his father.

*_*_*_*_*

Draco looked out the window of a car as Malfoy Manor came into view. It was a handsome white building. The gates were never locked so the villagers could come and go as they liked. The villagers never came to the manor though. The grandeur of the manor gave a feeling of foreboding. It seemed out of place in the small village.

The car stopped in front of the large oak doors. The chauffeur opened the car door and Lucius stepped out. He motioned for Draco to follow him. Draco got out and headed for the trunk to get his bag.

"Just leave it. Let the house elves get it," Lucius told him. He faced the door and it opened as if it sensed that he was there. Draco walked to his side. He stared at the house. It was the same as he last saw it. Nothing changed.

"Do you want to see your room?"

"Y-yes sir." Draco wondered which room he would get. Not being allowed to pass the gates of the manor, Draco went through every room that was unlocked. The locked rooms were the dangerous ones. His mother's room was always locked. Draco's favorite room was the one facing the lake. The room had a balcony and there were nights when he would lie down and look up at the stars. He would imagine his father telling him the stories of the constellations. His favorite was the story of Pegasus, the winged horse. He loved everything about flying; the feeling of freedom he could never have except when he's in the sky.

"Lukas?"

"I'm sorry sir. My mind wandered off."

"It's okay. Well then, let's go. Ignore the paintings if they…harass you. They don't take to strangers," Lucius warned him.

Lucius led him through the hallways which Draco recognized. This place was home to him. Some paintings eyed him angrily, but never said anything. When they stopped at a door, Draco froze, recognizing it.

"Well, this is it," Lucius said. He reached in his pocket, took out a key and unlocked the door.

The door opened and Draco entered. He was actually surprised that Father was giving him that room. They moved some things around.

"This used to be my son's room."

Draco turned to face his father.

"Sir…you shouldn't…"

Lucius walked to the window.

"He never liked this room. He spent more time in the guest rooms when he learned his way around the manor." Lucius ran his hand across the window sill. He doesn't know how many times he found Draco sleeping on the balconies. As Draco grew up, Lucius felt as if he was slipping further away from him. He didn't realize that until he died.

"Sir?"

"If there is a room that Draco wouldn't want to be disturbed, it is the guest room in the East Wing." Lucius turned to face him. His face was impassive. "You are free to roam the manor. Just avoid the locked rooms."

"Yes sir."

"I have some business to attend to. If you need any help call on the house elves."

Lucius patted him on the shoulder and strode out the room. Draco looked out the door and saw his father turn a corner. He sighed, closed the door and locked it. He walked to his bed and sat on it. He felt the silk sheets; it wasn't his. The Malfoy insignia was not on the comforter. The walls were bare, his Quidditch posters and pictures were gone. He pulled open the table drawer next to the bed, nothing. The room felt alien to him. Father probably didn't want a stranger touching his things. Draco felt that his father did care about him, still does.

Draco took off his shoes and lied back on the bed. He was back in the world that he ran away from. He didn't want to admit that he ever ran from anything, but he did. He closed his eyes and wanted to go to sleep. He just wanted to forget about everything, even for a short while. He didn't have to wait. He was exhausted and fell quickly to sleep.

*_*_*_*_*

"Uncle, how could you do this? Draco's room?" A feminine voice asked. "I cannot believe it."

"The room is no use now."

"So are many rooms in this place. You…you would give his room to a stranger?"

"He hardly feels like one."

She looked at Lucius to try to see if she could understand what he meant. Lucius looked away from her to avoid eye contact.

"We are family."

She seemed to have understood what the phrase meant. "I am sorry Uncle."

She noticed that they stopped walking. Lucius knocked on the door.

"Coming!" They heard from the other side of the door. They heard a click and the door opened. They were greeted by a young man wearing boxer shorts and a white cotton T-shirt.

Draco flushed when he saw his father. "I'm sorry sir. It's nearly midnight and I didn't think that…"

"It is okay."

The girl did not avert her gaze from Draco when she saw what he was wearing. She looked at him up and down as if she was trying to measure him.

"I would like you to meet someone," Lucius told him, stepping aside so that he could see the girl.

A look of recognition crossed Draco's face. The girl made eye contact with him.

"Lukas Rooke, this is Juliet Chevalier, the young woman master wanted you to meet. She will be staying with you."

"In the same room?" Draco asked.

"To carry out the plan, yes, we have to stay in the same room," Juliet said haughtily. She turned to Lucius. "Has anyone told him what we had to do?"

Draco couldn't believe his eyes. His father flushed and looked ashamed.

"No, I have not told him. Master told me to leave it to you, to do that. You two should get to know each other." At that, Lucius left the room and closed the door behind him.

Juliet stared at the boy, no, he's not a boy anymore. He grew up.

"Hello Draco."

*_*_*_*_*

Ginny sat in front of the fireplace. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged her legs. She stared at the slowly dying embers. She wondered what Draco was doing now. Was he with that girl? She couldn't help feel jealous about Draco spending time with someone else. The practical part of her was saying that she had nothing to be jealous about.

"He loves me," Ginny whispered to herself. Draco once told her that she was everything that he had. He would never do anything to hurt her, he said so himself.

Ginny felt alone without him. She couldn't talk to him or see him. She took out the letter she just received and read over it again. She touched the ink on the paper. She realized that it was all she had of him. The ink was beginning to smudge from all the time she rubbed it. She could just image Draco writing on this parchment. He would spend time to make the curves and lines of the letters, making them neat. She quickly pocketed the letter when she heard voices coming from the stairs. It was Harry and Hermione. What are they doing at this time of night? Ginny smiled. Harry was probably making a move. Ron wouldn't stop bugging him about Hermione, nudging him whenever she walked by. The only person that's oblivious about Harry's feelings towards Hermione is Harry himself. He likes her and everybody knows that.

Ginny lied back on the couch and pretended to sleep. She didn't want to ruin their moment or take away the courage that Harry gathered to actually try to talk to Hermione alone. She heard footsteps coming closer. Soon they started fading away. The portrait hole opened and closed.

Ginny sat up and looked to see if they were gone. There was no 'Ginny I didn't know you were here,' so she figured that there was nobody around. She got up and stretched. She covered her mouth and yawned. Without thinking, she walked up the stairs to the boy's dorm. When she was finally sitting on Draco's bed, she realized that he wasn't going to be there. She pulled the covers over her and lied down. She buried her face on his pillow and she could smell his scent. Usually when people think of the name Malfoy they think expensive cologne. Apparently when Draco moved to America, he could not afford the luxuries he was accustomed to. He smelled of fresh rain and soap. It greatly contrasted to the cologne that Ginny remembered him wearing two years back. Ginny sighed. How is she going to get through two weeks without him? One day done, thirteen left to go. Ginny fell asleep thinking about Draco.

*_*_*_*

"Harry, shouldn't we bring Ron along?"

"Ron?"

"Yes Ron," Hermione confirmed. She was actually glad that he didn't come, but it wasn't right to leave him out of this.

"He wouldn't want to come. He's sleeping," Harry answered. He wondered if she still had feelings for Ron.

Harry suddenly grabbed Hermione by the waist and pulled her to him.

"Harry…"

"Shh…" Harry brought a finger to her lips and looked over her shoulder.

Hermione wondered what would happened if she opened her mouth and licked his finger. Her eyes widened at the thought. She was starting to get nervous being close to Harry.

"Go away you stupid cat," Harry whispered. Ms. Norris was at a corner staring right at them. The cat turned and walked away.

Harry let go of Hermione and took her hand.

"Come on before she gets back," Harry said, unaware of the blushing girl.

He started walking and Hermione followed. She wondered where he was bringing her and why Ron wasn't invited. Ever since the three of them made up, it has been like old times. They did everything together including homework and sneaking to the kitchens. They didn't really have any 'adventures,' the only adventure they could consider was the Order meetings. Ron became more civil to Harry and Draco ever since he found out who they really were. Hermione didn't think that Voldemort could do anything else to ruin their friendship.

Harry stopped suddenly and Hermione bumped into his back. She looked over his shoulder and saw that they were in front of a portrait of Hogwarts.

Harry said enter and the portrait opened to reveal a flight of steps. As they walked down the stairs, Hermione tried to remember if she read anything about this in Hogwarts A History. They stopped in front of a door and Harry muttered the password and the door opened. A breeze hit Hermione and her hair blew in front of her face. She pushed the hair behind her ears. Hermione noticed that they were in the middle of a forest. She found it weird that she didn't see snow. They were in the middle of winter.

"Merlin, where are we?" Harry asked, scratching his head, looking around the forest.

Hermione immediately turned to look at Harry after hearing what he said.

"What do you mean Harry? Don't tell me we're lost."

"We're not necessarily lost. I guess know where we are, I just don't know where to go. Okay, what did Ginny say again? 'After you step through the door, go straight to a hedge and you'll see an arc'." Harry squinted and he smiled.

"I see it," he said and he pulled Hermione towards the hedge. He bent down and walked through it. When Hermione walked through the hedge, Harry stood up straight. He heard a gasp behind him.

"It's beautiful," Hermione whispered. Harry nodded in agreement. Hermione walked past him and went to the lake.

"Where are we?"

Harry stood next to her and whispered back, "Ginny calls it the spring."

Some of the fireflies started flying around Hermione. She held out her hand and some of the fireflies landed there. It was as if a rainbow mist was surrounding her. Hermione looked at Harry and smiled at him. Harry smiled back.

For some reason, he remembered the girl that was walking around the train helping Neville look for Trevor. Looking at her, Harry knew that he was in love.

*_*_*_*_*

"Hello cousin. I would say it's good to see you again, but then I would be lying," Draco told her with a smirk.

Juliet smiled sardonically. "I guess you haven't changed much."

"I guess you changed a lot. Your English improved and look at you now, Lady Death Eater. Who would have thought?"

She walked up to him and reached out to touch his hair. "Apparently not you." She paused as she ran her thumb across his cheek. She looked into his green eyes. "What have you done to yourself cousin?"

"Why don't you read my mind and figure that out?"

She looked hurt. Draco thought that she was a good actress.

"You are family," she said, looking down.

Draco took her hand and pulled it away from his face.

"That never stopped you before."

She clenched her jaw and stared intently at him. Draco knew that she was doing it again and he couldn't do anything to stop her. Besides, he challenged her to read his mind. He saw that she relaxed and her eyes had a glazed look. She swayed and fell forward. Draco who was standing right in front of her caught her.

She started laughing. "A Weasley?" she asked disbelievingly. "You think you're in love with a Weasley."

Draco could feel the heat in his face. He dropped her and walked to the bed. Juliet sat up, pushed the hair back out of her face and looked at Draco.

"You should get off the floor. It's cold and you might get sick," Draco told her.

"It's nice to know that you care about me."

Draco sighed and walked to help her up.

"Are you going to tell me why we're locked up in the same room or do I have to guess?" Draco asked when she was finally standing up.

"Voldemort needs an heir," Juliet answered nonchalantly while trying to smooth out the wrinkles on her robes.

"They expect us to have sex?" Draco asked, "If Voldemort needs an heir, why won't he just sleep with you?"

"He felt something in you. Apparently he thinks that you are part of Slytherin's bloodline."

"Even if I am, so is he. What makes him different from me?"

She ignored him and walked past him. Draco clenched his jaw. He knew that he would not be able to get anything out of her. He watched as she walked to the wardrobe and opened it. She closed it and turned around to face him.

"My clothes are not here," She said.

"I didn't see you bring anything in here. Besides, you just got here."

Juliet turned around and continued to look through the wardrobe.

"What did your father say about all of this? Does he even know what you are?"

Juliet stopped what she was doing. "My father and mother are dead. They have been dead for two years."

Draco felt empathy for her. He could say he knows how it feels to lose your parents.

"You don't know how I feel Draco," Juliet said, interrupting his thoughts. Draco noticed that she was looking at him.

Draco walked to her and looked at the wardrobe. He took out the Chudley Cannons shirt Ginny gave him and sweat pants. He held out in front of Juliet. She stared at them with a scowl on her face.

"What are those?" She asked, holding the shirt an arm's length away from her.

"Clothes, you're not going to sleep in your robes are you?"

Juliet didn't answer him. She took the clothes from him and went to the bathroom to change. When the door closed, Draco walked to his bed and sat down. He wondered how he got into this situation. Just thinking about what he had to do with his cousin made him see disturbing images. Draco looked at the table beside his bed and he saw the letter Ginny wrote him. He smiled at the thought of Ginny. The situation wouldn't be so bad if Ginny was the one he was supposed to sleep with. Draco remembered that he couldn't even kiss Ginny. Maybe, that would be more difficult than sleeping with Juliet. He buried his face on his hands. This was probably the worst Christmas vacation of his life.

A/N: It might take a long time for another update, too much homework. If anyone has any questions you can just email me.

Next Chapter: Ginny receives another letter from Draco and Juliet is threatening to tell his secret.