As usual, as Christmas neared the school began to show signs of the holidays; christmas trees, stray faeries, huge trees in the Great Hall, drunken house elves here and there. But Ginny couldn't see much of it right now because she was in the Chamber with Tom, Draco had not been invited. She had chosen not to tell Tom about her encounter with Draco in the bathroom the other night, it was no use worrying Tom about Draco when she could handle this situation perfectly well herself.

"Who's your other spy?" she said meekly, breaking the silence. Tom looked up and she tried to look into his eyes, realizing that his eyes were green, not blue as she remembered.

"Ginevra," he said, taking light, graceful steps towards her and ending with her cheek cupped in his hand, "How could I be your king as well as that of the entire wizarding world if I don't have my little secrets? Besides, you'll meet him eventually."

Him, Ginny though, at least it's not another woman. She just nodded obediantly and set back to listening to Tom repeat his plan to take out Harry Potter. Again.

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"There's something weird going on with her lately," Hermione said to Ron and Harry over her ten centimeter thick book for Arithmency, "she's never around anymore."

"I know," Harry said, vaguely staring off into the space over Hermione's shoulder, towards the Forbidden section, "She's so distant anymore.

Ron made a sort of choking sound.

"Ron, you're not still caught up in that stupid conversation with Malfoy, are you?"

"Oh no, not at all, Harry." Ron said in a pretty harsh tone for having just finished four essays in three and a half hours.

"Ron! I was only saying it to agrivate Malfoy! You know that, now stop trying to make this more than it is!"

Ron mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath and set to work on a star chart angrily. He jerked his hand across the paper so quickly that he knocked over an inkwell and ruined the chart and his Transfiguration essay.

He screamed a word so vulgar that even Madam Pomfrey was speechless for a moment before she began to yell at him to get out of her library because there are books in the backroom charmed to learn from what they see and hear from students as an inspector for the ministry and Minister Fudge was sure not likely to appreciate that. Ron repeated the word and stormed out of the library.

"Why is he so angry anymore?" Harry asked Hermione. She just shook her head.

"I don't know," she said quietly, dragging her finger through the spilled ink, "I don't know.

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"Ouch!", Ron yelled, which was quite a decline in profanity on his part, "Watch where you're going!"

"I was!" Ginny screamed, "You were not watching what was right in front of you!"

"Ginny," he was suddenly quiet and sullen, "Come here." He grabbed her harshly by the wrist and pulled her into an empty classroom. Inside was a broken mirror and the old wardrobe from the teacher's room where Lupin had kept the boggart in her second year.

"I want you to stop seeing Harry." he said.

"What?" she said in nearly a yell.

He started again, "I want-"

"I know what you said!" she cut him off, "And no! I will not! Why are you like this so suddenly? You were so happy when Harry and I first started dating."

"I trusted him then." Ron said gloomily and walked out. Ginny, left alone, now stared into the broken mirror, wonder why in one piece of broken glass her face looked like the old her, the one happy to hold Harry's hand, and the other, reflected in a different piece, so happy to be at Tom's side. In a third piece of glass she could see the wardrobe behind her, and she wondered if the boggart came out now, which one of them would it be?

AN: okay, don't get used to this quick update thing. i have finals for two weeks and you're getting nothin but i felt like writing more of this because i just reread it so enjoy and review PLEASE! manners, see I'm a good erson, i use my manners, which were presumed dead, so be happy, you woke up my Sesame Street side.