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"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" – Albus Dumbledore

Recap: Draco turned his head to see his father's head in the common room fireplace.

A flustered Draco lay awake at four a.m. in the morning, thinking about what his excuse for a father had said. He got up from his soft bed, his side aching from laying on it all that time. He changed quietly into a t-shirt and jeans, and made his way out of the dungeon, and headed towards the lake, not knowing that one of his roomates was awake.

He sat down on the cut grass in front of the lake. He could see the giant squid splashing around, already ready to rumble this early in the morning.

Last night his father told him that Voldemort had a plan to get Potter, something to do with emotions, but also that his mother has run away. He assured Draco that she would come back, "because she would soon find that life with the Malfoys is so much better than the peasant world," he had said with a superior tone. Lucius Malfoy hadn't told Draco why his mother left, but Draco was glad she did. He just hoped she would have the common sense to not go back to the Malfoy mansion, because he was sure that Lucius would be waiting for her with a good beating. In fact, Draco was pretty sure that Lucius already had people searching for his mother, and he hoped she would contact him in some way, so he could help.

He heard a rustling noise around him, and turned around to see Blaise walking towards him. Blaise reached Draco, and sat down next to him. For a few minutes they said nothing. Each in their own thoughts, they stared out at the lake, taking in the tranquility of the calm water.

Blaise turned to Draco. "Draco," he said softly, Draco's head snapped to see Blaise staring back into the distance, "when did she leave?"

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Ginny was up and ready to get to classes, see her other friends again, and go back to her normal Hogwarts life. She was already dressed in jeans and a red shirt and was sitting on her bed, staring at the small clock on her bedside table.

4:11 a.m.

5 seconds later...

4:11 a.m.

10 seconds later...

4:11 a.m.

"Oh to hell with it!" Ginny exclaimed, as she grabbed a light jacket, put on her shoes, and headed out to the lake.

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Draco looked down at the two pieces of grass wavering in the wind, in his hands. He looked up at Blaise.

"Last night." Draco answered.

Blaise nodded in understanding. He knew Narcissca Malfoy well, but not as well as his younger sister, Amber. Amber and Narcissca were very close, Amber considered her as the mother she never had.

"How'd he tell you?" Blaise asked.

"He talked to me through the common room fire last night. He told me my mother ran away. But I'm the one who told her to. I'm the one who told her to run away from that bastard!" Draco exclaimed, his voice raising, "And I'm glad she did! He never treated her respectfully. When he beat me I would stay strong for my mother, but he beat her too! HE BEAT HIS WIFE!"

By now Draco was up and raving, his face scrunched up into a look of pure hate. Blaise leaned back onto the grass, his left elbow holding his weight.

"So, what's the plan with Potter?" Blaise asked slowly, as to not anger his friend even more.

Draco glanced back at Blaise, then shifted once more to the lake.

"Something about finding out Potter's love. They're going to kidnap the mudblood or something." Draco sighed in frustration, "stupid deatheaters."

"Look Draco, you and I both know we don't want to be deatheaters, and we can't lose that hope right now. Amber has a year to decide, but she's never going to take the mark. Draco, we KNOW we don't want to be deatheaters. But we've got to do something about it." Blaise replied.

Draco dropped to his knees and placed his head in his hands.

Silence took over both of them until Draco replied with a sullen, "I know."

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Ginny couldn't believe it. Draco Malfoy's mother ran away. He doesn't want to be a deatheater. He hates his father.

She waited a moment, hoping this would register into her mind. But one thing stayed in the front of her mind.

Her eyes widened. "Hermione." She whispered.

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Draco somehow got through classes that day. He didn't really want to go to the Great Hall, so he had asked Blaise to grab him a piece of bread or something.

Draco sat in the common room couch for a long time, gazing into the fire. He got up and paced around, then sat back down.

He got up and decided to walk around the grounds before going up to bed. Draco walked out towards the lake, but stopped when he saw Ginny sitting close to the lake, her knees drawn up to her chest, her hand holding a twig, which she was swishing around softly in the lake water.

She was so vulnerable at that moment. He didn't want to go up and ruin her peace, and for some odd reason he wanted to stay alone. So he sat, his back against a tree, a little behind and to the right of Ginny.

A/N: Hey I hoped u like that chapter! Sorry it took kind of long, but I was sick :-/ for the past few days. Anyways, thanks to ALL of you who reviewed! Keep it up! Lol, I'll update as soon as possible!