Disclaimer: Okay, I'm getting sick of this. I don't own Draco, Harry, Ginny or anyone else. JK Rowling owns the lot. Now, I'm not going to

bother with it from now on, I've said it often enough.

: Finally some… stuff:

Aranel

(Draco's POV) Draco sat at his desk, grading third year papers on Magical Beasts, as the class read up on Hindburg's theory.

He graded the last one, and sighed. Finally, he thought. Those papers took me hours. Next time I think I'll give them a more precise topic. It

wasn't as if his class was hopeless at what they did; quite the contrary. The papers had been so thorough and interesting he'd got no sleep

in the last 24 hours, due to being unable to put most of them down. He stacked them into a pile, and stood up.

He smiled. "Most of those papers were fantastic!" he exclaimed. "I've never seen a better paper in my life. I'm sure most of you will be pleased
with the mark I awarded you," he added, and distributed the papers back to his class.

"Now guys, what is the Hindburg theory?" he asked, and gestured to a shy girl at the front. "Amber?"

She frowned, then smiled shyly. "John Hindburg was the first with Talent. His theory was that if the magic flowing through your veins is

unusually strong, you had the capabilities to learn to use magic without a wand. Sir," she hesitated. "Is there any way you can tell if you have
the Talent? Because if there isn't, we could all have the Talent."

Some of the students started whispering excitedly, but quietened down when Draco laughed.

"Miss Alcott, it wouldn't happen. The Talent is extremely rare. There have only been 13 recorded cases over the last 15 years, and 11 of those
who have attempted to gain control over it have died."

The students gasped, and Draco decided it probably hadn't been a good idea to tell them that.

"Sir-"

"Draco," he interrupted. "I'm not THAT much older than you."

"Draco," a boy by the name of Tony said "If there is such a small ratio of wizards with Talent, why are you bothering to teach it to us?" he

continued on hurriedly "Not that it's not interesting, but, well," he frowned. "Why?"

There was a chorus of 'yeah, why?' 's before Draco held up his hand for silence. "The reason I'm telling you, is because I will be testing all

my classes over a period of the next month."

"Why?" Tony piped up again.

"Because we need to find out if anyone has the Talent, because it can be very dangerous if it is used without control. I almost died," he said,

and smiled, anticipating their reactions. Hey, he couldn't help it if he showed off every once in a while, right?

Author: I COULD just erase the part about you being anything but stupid!

Draco: But I'm not. smugBesides, you already posted the first 6 Chapters on Smug bastard.

The class fell into chaos, everyone trying to ask questions that Draco couldn't answer, because, for one thing, he couldn't hear them. He

once again held up his hand for silence.

"I shall tell you the whole story," he said, and began, leaving out only the part where his father tried to rape Ginny.

"You're amazing!" said Pansy Parkinson's little brother, Dudley (A/N: JUST a coincidence. NOTHING more than that. shudders). Of course,

he'd worshipped Draco for years and hadn't gotten it into his head that Draco wasn't evil anymore.

(Harry's POV) "You don't think it'll work?" Ginny asked Harry, downcast.

"No Ginny, I'm sorry," Harry said quietly, not looking at her.

"Fine. Just don't ever expect me to come crawling back to you," she said, and walked off.

I'm sorry Ginny, he thought. It's for the best. This way I can get over you.

(Ginny's POV) Ginny brushed away the tears angrily. Why should she be crying over a bastard who dumps her because he doesn't think it'll

work between them. What a stupid excuse, she thought.

Rounding a corner, she ran straight into Draco.

He looked at her. "Ginny, What's wrong?"

She looked away, and brushed at her eyes again. "Nothing," she lied.

He took her by the arms and held her in place. "Ginny," he said gently. "What's wrong? You can tell me, you know."

"He… he broke up with me!" she said, and burst into tears again.

Draco folded her into his arms and held her tightly, for what seemed like forever, until-

"Get a room, you too!" A portrait yelled at them, irritated.

Ginny giggled, and Draco glared at the portrait. "Even dead people have no manners," he sighed.

He let her go and looked at her carefully. "Come on, you look hungry. Let's go down to the kitchens and get some food, and we'll go to my

mother's garden and eat."

She nodded, grateful she wouldn't have to face Harry.

(Draco's POV) They got some food from the kitchens- which the house elves were only too pleased to give, and headed down towards the garden.

They sat down and ate, both absorbed in their own thoughts. Ginny stood up. "I think I'll go for a walk around the lake. Do you want to come?"

Draco shook his head. "No, I think I'll just sit here for a while. You go ahead."

Ginny looked back at him once, and left. He pulled out his guitar (and resized it, but I'm not going to bother saying that anymore.), and leant

on it for comfort. The familiar smell of wood calmed him slightly, and he began to pluck hesitantly at the strings.

"Let me be your hero

Would you dance?

If I asked you to dance

Would you run?

And never look back

Would you cry?

If you saw me crying

Would you save my soul?

Tonight

Would you tremble?

If I touched your hips

Would you laugh?

Oh please tell me this

Now would you die?

For the one you love?

Hold me in your arms

Tonight

I can be your hero baby

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you

Forever

You can take

My breath away

Would you swear?

That you'll always be mine

Would you lie?

Would you run by?

Am I in too deep?

Have I lost my mind?

I don't care

You're here

Tonight

I can be your hero baby

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you

Forever

You can take

My breath away

Oh I just wanna hold you

I just wanna hold you oh yeah

Am I in too deep?

Have I lost my mind?

I don't care

You're here

Tonight"

Draco put his guitar to the side, and put his head in his hands.

"Ginny…"

Well, stuff happened. :P

You'll just have to keep reading. The song is Hero by Enrique Inglesias.

Please, please review!

Aranel