Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potterâ only this particular plot line
Written by: RR and TP (no real names)
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CHAPTER 8
No, the thought that had floated into Ginny's mind wasn't hatred towards Harry or Hermione, which she actually would have expected. It was a thought of someone she just thought of as attractive. She was shocked to think this, because, he had been an enemy for her whole life at Hogwarts. She knew it may tear apart her friendships, and make her looked down upon by others. Harry would hate her for it. Ron too, which would be torture. And the more she thought of it, the worse it got. Her parents, Fred, George, her whole family actually, and Hermione too, they wouldn't understand. But she just couldn't help it. Emotions don't just disappear. You can't control them. You can push them aside, and have them build up. Life would be much easier if that weren't the case. You could think extensively about who would be best for you, and not like someone because you were attracted to them. The more she tried to push the though away, the more he pushed his way into her mind. His blond hair
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Harry and Hermione were both in bed. Hermione had fallen asleep quickly, but Harry was wide awake. Hermione's arms were wrapped around him, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't stop thinking about Ginny. Not romantically, just that he was worried he had hurt her badly. He knew she liked him in his second year, but he thought she had gotten over himâ she had started talking to him right? He didn't know what to do. Little did he know that she now didn't care. She was preoccupied with a letter she was writing.
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Dear Draco,
I cannot express my feelings for you. Your blond hair. Your beautiful eyes. I don't know if you feel the same about meâ you probably don'tâ so I won't tell you who I am. I am quite surprised really that I do like you, and also that I did not realize earlier.
Love,
Your secret admirer
She had to admit secret admirer sounded a bit cheesy, but she was tired. She could think of else to put, so she gave the letter to Pigwidgeon. She wished Ron would use its real name, not just 'Pig.'
"Ok, I need you to send this to Draco Malfoy. Make sure he gets it, but don't let him see you. Okay?"
She assumed by the fact her finger now hurt, that he had understood.
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"Harry?" Hermione had just woken up. Harry had been awake for about half an hour.
"What love?"
Hermione giggled at that, and then said, "Ummmâ do you think we should uhâ go further than kissing?"
Harry seemed a little shocked at this question. He hadn't expected that.
"Ummm wellâ do you want to? It could ruin things"
"I love you to much to let it do that," she smiled, kissing him.
"Uhhh well to tell you the truth, I really never have done thatâ at all."
"Neither have I."
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He was so bored. Thunder cracked outside the walls of the Malfoy Manor. It had been raining for days. His father was in Azkaban, Good Riddance. Waitâ had he just thought thatâ well yeahâ his father had been evil. Draco, contrary to Potter's opinion, didn't support the Dark Lord. He also didn't support Harry either.
A buzz turned his gazed from the window to the room he was in. A letter floated gently to the ground. He opened it, and looked confused at the contents.
Secret admirer? He thought.
He sighed. He liked someone too, but he wouldn't tell anyone.
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Early in the morning, Pigwidgeon zoomed in through the open window in Ginny's room. She decided to write another letter.
Dear Draco,
It's me again. Oh how I want to tell you who I amâ but if I do I know you won't like meâ Okay well here is a clueâ I am not in Slytherin and I am a year behind you.
Love,
Me
She thought the clue was so obvious, but she still sent itâ It could point to many people.
"Same person, same instructions," she said to Pigwidgeon. It bit her finger and zipped out the window.
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Ron and Luna were still locked in their room, kissing, to the annoyance of Mrs. Weasley. They had been doing that for about four hours, and it was now time for lunch, though she couldn't get them out of the room.
"Come on! Lunch!" she said, again.
"Busy!" Ron said, again.
"Okay," she said getting an idea, "Have fun, because you're going in separate rooms from now on."
They stepped out of the door. Mrs. Weasley smiled, flicked her wand at the door, closing it, and ushered them down the stairs.
Everyone was already at the table, glaring at Ron and Luna. They didn't notice, they just started to dish out food at the same time as everyone else. After about five minutes, everyone forgot to be mad at Ron and Luna.
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A second letter appeared the same way as before. Draco eagerly opened it. The clues fit who he hoped it was. Ginny Weasley. He completely forgot that could be anyone else, and wrote a letter.
Dear Ginny,
I feel the same way about you. I just hadn't noticed until this summer. I thought you would never feel the same way about me, because of how much I hate Potterâ But for you, I may change that.
Love,
Draco M.
He gave to letter to his owl said, "Make sure Ginny Weasley gets this, and no one else."
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Thunder roared. There was a huge castle on the hill. It was pitch black. In the darkness, a small speck of light appeared with a pop. It was being carried by an old bearded man, in a large coat. The land knew what he had come here to get. Once the thing had been revealed long enough, it had just disappeared. It had joined the others. But the boy would need it. Not only had the old man had to climb the hill, but he had to do it in the rain.
"Damn Uberwald nights!" he muttered.
As he approached, the castle got ready. It was designed for this day. To keep people like him out. These things were two powerful. But then again, the makers couldn't have anticipated that he would come.
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Ginny read the letter. How could he have known it was her? He might have been tricking her though. Maybe to get her to fess up to it, so he could mock her. She decided to take a chance. Her third letter ever to Draco was sent by lunch. Dumbledore had just arrived, looking quite tired and wet. He ate eagerly, not looking at Harry.
Author's note: I am deeply sorry, but I may not have time to write as much anymore, summer is almost over, and all Honors classes have a lot of homeworkâ enough said on thatâ try telling me what some of the open ends are, and if you get it right, I will acknowledge you at the start of the next chapter. I am also sorry about how choppy the last few chapters have been, but I need to put a lot of info into themâ I already have the plan set out.