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A/N: hey all! Wow, it's been a long time since I updated, and I figured I would start this up again. Thanks for all the feedback. I love all of it. It means a lot to me that you want me to continue this story. So here you go, you get your wish. I hope you like it as much as the last five chapters. Again, sorry for the long wait, but I think it'll be worth it.

Repercussions

Chapter 6

Ginny's P.O.V

Still flashback

A couple of days after the Hogsmead incident Harry cornered me in a classroom at night while I was patrolling. This was one of my many fantasies involving him; of course, they all involved him. But the look in his eyes told me that now was no time to dream.

He pushed me up against a closet door and asked me, "Why?"

"Why what?" I countered.

"Why didn't you tell me she was a vampire? Why" he demanded.

"Oh, that...," I tried to think of a valid excuse. True, she had threatened me, but I don't think he would have believed me if I told him. "I don't know," I lied. Good god. Was I covering for that bitch? I must be going insane.

"You don't know...," he said, disbelief written all over his face. Then he said something I'll never forget. "Until you do know, I want you to stay the hell away from me. Got it?"

The look on his face was so intense that I could only nod my answer. Just then, the door handle turned. I quickly opened the closet door and pushed Harry in before jumping in myself.

It wasn't a moment too soon either, because the door to the classroom opened. In stepped Hermione, followed closely by Draco. At the sight of them together, Harry shook with rage. I could tell he wanted to jump out there and kill Draco, but he must have sensed that this would be important.

"Well," I heard Hermione say in a tone that would drive any man wild, "what shall we do until the rest of them get here?"

Draco smirked that oh-so-sexy smirk of his and said, "Oh I know a few things we could do."

Hermione smiled as Draco pulled her to him and met him eagerly in a passionate kiss. Ugh. Not just a kiss. It was a full-blown make-out session.

Draco's hands roamed her body hungrily while her hands went for his chest, neck, and hair. Harry was getting more and more furious (and jealous) with each passing second; he almost lost it when Draco's hands went to her ass and she purred.

He laid her down on a desk and was about to remove her skirt when the door opened to reveal Pansy, Blaize, Crabb, and Goyle. The couple separated slowly and greeted the others.

"You're late," Draco hissed.

"Sorry," Blaize said. "We figured you two would like some 'alone time'."

Hermione smiled. "Next time, Blaize, don't even bother to show up at all."

Everyone laughed. Then the mood became serious.

"So what's up?" Pansy asked.

"Well," Hermione said, "Daddy called an emergency meeting tonight at twelve."

I nearly gagged when she said "Daddy". It was so typical rich girl, but then again, she is the princess of an evil empire.

I was brought out of my reverie by Goyle asking what the meeting was about. Harry and I listened closely.

"I don't know much. He wouldn't tell me that much," Hermione said.

'Damn,' I thought.

Suddenly, Hermione's eyes shot over towards the closet that we were hiding in. We held our breath and waited for her to look away.

"What's wrong, love?" Draco asked.

"Nothing," she answered. "Just thought I heard something." I knew she was lying though. She knew we were there. To prove it, she started hanging all over Draco. She was whispering in his ear and stuff like that.

I don't know how long we were in that god-forsaken closet, but what I do know is that we found very little stuff of importance. There was a meeting tonight, new Death Eaters were getting their Dark Marks, something big was happening around Christmas, and Voldemort was planning to kill Harry by the end of the year (no surprise there).

When we were finally walking towards Gryffindor Tower, Harry asked again why I hadn't told him Hermione was a vampire, why I did all of this in the first place, why I wanted to hurt Hermione like that.

I carefully thought about my answer before saying, "Because I love you."

Harry stopped and looked at me, his expression filled with sorrow. I knew this was going to be bad.

"I'm sorry, Ginny," he said, "but I can't return your feelings. My heart belongs to someone else, she's dead, and it's all your fault. I may never forgive you for what you did to her or me. And I meant what I said: stay away from me."

He walked away, leaving me speechless. As I watched him disappear around the corner, my heart shattered, his words echoing in my head.

A/N: and I'm spent for this chapter. I really hope you liked it. I'll try to get chapter seven up ASAP. If I get enough feedback, I might try to get it up and running sometime this week. Haha. PLEASE REVIEW! Till next time kiddies. Dane Cook: "Jesus Christ, Timmy! You don't float above me when I'm dying in the abyss!"