HOORAY! Up at last hope you enjoy this chapter; it was probably my favorite to write.

Even though this is off-topic..I would like to thank the people who read or reviewed "The Diary of Violet Baudelaire". There were nearly every day for the first week after the final chapter was released, sometimes even more than one a day, and I was totally flipping out with happiness! Thanks so much for taking the time to read and enjoy it.

Ginny hesitated. This boy was Draco Malfoy. He was not a good person to be around - or was he?

She looked at her brother, who continually mouthed, "No."

Harry, still on the floor, surveyed her with large green eyes. They resembled marbles: clear and beautiful, but easily shattered when carelessly handled.

Luna was apathetic.

After a few moments, Ginny spoke.

"Okay."

"Do what you like," said Luna, shrugging.

Down the corridors, Ginny followed Draco. She had never felt so scared, yet so pleased, in her life. It was as though a live fish was flopping inside of her - afraid, yet hoping for escape.

Draco pulled her into a dark room.

As though in a trance, she moved her arms until her small hands were on her neck.

"I could kill you," she said, "if you dare do anything that I wouldn't like."

Ginny could tell he was smiling.

"Don't worry," he replied.

She pushed her thumbs into his neck as they kissed.

Harry and Luna met in their usual spot.

"I can't help but feel worried about Ginny," said Harry. "I mean, it's Draco Malfoy we're talking about."

"Don't worry about her," Luna replied. "She's fifteen. She's not a baby and she's not stupid, either."

Harry knew that Luna was probably right, but he still felt that Malfoy would try to manipulate her.

"I guess Ginny hasn't talked to Hermione yet, has she?" Luna asked several minutes later.

"No. Hermione said she would tonight. Good timing."

At about seven that evening, Ginny returned to the common room after trying to find her way back for a half-hour. She had been dizzy and bumped into several already moody students, which had slowed her down.

"Hi, Ginny!" exclaimed Hermione, trying to sound cheerful. "Come with me to the sixth-year dormitory. We need to talk."

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "Why is this relevant?"

"She's already been Dracofied," Ron said, laughing slightly.

Harry laughed, too, but Hermione did not. She left and waited fifteen minutes until Ginny reluctantly left as well.

Hermione took her shoes off and did toe-touches on her bed until Ginny finally arrived.

"Now," said Hermione, putting an end to her exercise. "I saw what happened before with Malfoy and Harry, and I saw that you supported Malfoy and then ran off with him. Why'd you do that?"

"Because I hate Harry."

"You don't mean that."

Ginny turned away from her. The guilt was overwhelming. With an invisible fist, it clenched her heart and squeezed out all of the false courage.

She felt tears fall slowly down her face and rest their salty bodies on her lips.

"I mean it," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady. She wiped her eyes and glanced at Hermione. What she saw made her cry again.

Hermione's brown eyes were like chocolate balls floating in a glass of milk; she was crying and about to have an emotional breakdown.

Ginny ran from the room.

Hermione didn't even try to follow her.

Ginny just kept on running and burst through the common room door, until she was swerving and spinning on one of Hogwarts's many moving staircases.

She ran around the entire school aimlessly, not even aware of what she was doing.

"Ginny!" exclaimed Luna, who was where Harry had left her.

Ginny sat down next to her.

"Your talk with Hermione didn't go well, did it?" Luna asked.

"No," Ginny said with a sigh. "It was aw - hey, how did you know about it?"

"Oh, it was pretty much my idea," Luna replied. "Harry agreed it would be a good way to straighten you out, so he asked Hermione to talk to you."

Ginny's heart stopped. It was Harry who cared about her. But didn't Draco care about her, too? She was certain he did, just in a slightly different way. She felt happy for a moment that Harry was concerned, but then her heart once again moved, plunging to the first floor like an elevator, carrying Harry's marble-eyes. Straighten her out? Was she crazy? Yes, what she did with Draco was crazy, just running off like that - but wasn't it what she wanted to do? Wasn't Draco the one she truly loved now? All these thoughts were overwhelming.

Yes, it was Draco who really cared. Harry was just worried she was going to do something stupid because she was angry with him, and then Ron would blame him..it was sick and twisted. It should be Draco thinking that way..right? Or maybe Harry didn't think that way. Maybe -

Wanting to scream, Ginny ran to the Gryffindor Common Room. She needed answers and she needed them now.

She and Harry were the only ones there. Good.

Ginny knew she had to take the initiative.

"So," she snarled at Harry, "you thought Hermione would 'straighten me out', huh?"

Harry realized that Luna had told her the truth. He was happy she did - he would have rather had Luna tell her than have Ginny figure it out on her own.

"Yes," he replied.

"Do you just care about me because you're afraid that Ron will blame you for making me crazy?"

"No."

"Nice try."

"No," he said, feeling his temper rising each time. "So I guess you don't care about me, do you? Because if you did, you would believe me."

Ginny stood still.

"I thought so," Harry said very quietly.

Ginny was liking this less and less. She had thought she would be the winner, but it was the other way around.

"But you do care," Ginny said. "You care about Luna."

This was all too familiar to Harry.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

Harry remembered him screaming at Dumbledore and smashing more objects, then heading to the door, desperate to be released from the torture chamber…

Maybe Ginny felt the same way.

"Whatever I did," he said, "I'm sorry."

Ginny looked around the room for a moment and then said, "I forgive you. This whole thing is stupid, anyway."

He nodded.

Whew!

"But why do you like Draco? You know what he is. He's evil."

Ginny shrugged. "Maybe there's more to him."

Even though she had only been with him for a day, she felt connected to him. She had no clue why.

What odd feelings.