AN: Yah the ending of the last chapter was really weird huh? Sorry folks, I just decided to throw that in there at the end. Don't worry it'll set a special er... pairing in motion. Ooops, don't let me spill the beans! Continue! Oh and if you notice Blaise's Lumos is more powerful then Ginny's well ...um so what? I really appreciate your constructive criticism, yet it doesn:t mean I won:t take it unless I know it's really what I need to correct. Someone didn't like Harry and Draco's little action scene, said it was graphic. Thanks, I'll see what I can do (no promises) and trust me honey there are far more graphic stories than that and they haven't been banned. This is the 21st century, those "graphic" details are in 3 to 5 pg-13 movies. I've read and seen tons worse in movies and fanfiction. Anywhoooo...sorry went off track!

Chapter 25

The light coming from Blaise's wand bounced off all the mirrors, crating large beams that zigzagged around the room. Ginny glanced back at the mirror. A beam of light went right through the mirror instead of bouncing off.

"I wouldn't go in that." Blaise informed her and Ginny looked back at him. He was solemnfaced, wearing a white sleeveless tank top and jeans. Why he was dressed like a muggle, Ginny didn't know and her eyes fell on the ugly Dark Mark on his arm. Blaise uncomfortably fidgeted under her gaze, but kept his cold composure. He continued. "All the mirrors in these rooms are magical. That one just happens to be a two way mirror. Seeing how it's in a Black mansion, it might lead to another powerful Wizard's home or who knows at the bottom of the ocean." Guinny glared when Blaise chuckled and whipped her air over her shoulder.

"Well, I found this room by accident." she told him. "Why are you here?"

Blaise shrugged and and looked bored with the conversation. Ginny pursed her lips. Typical Slytherin.

"I found it by accident too, the day I first came here." He said quietly, blue eyes cold. " Theres a mirror that changes into the person you love or wanna fuck or whatever. Want to sit with me by it?"

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The clock in the room Draco had chosen chimed the hour of midnight. He sighed. Harry's words had hurt him but it hurt even worse to be mad at the dark haired boy. Draco growled. Why was Potter something he needed now? He slipped out of the bed. He could not have slept without Harry in it if he had tried. He left to go to Harry. As he walked down a hall, in just enough time, he saw Ron slip into a bedroom that wasn't his.

"RON GET OUT!" came a screech and when Draco passed the door, he heard it yank open and the redhead flew across the corridor, knocking into the wall. The door slammed and Ron murmered, head still against the stone wall, "Ow."

Draco looked back at him with a smirk. He would be looking at Granger in a new light now. She had actually thrown the pesky Ron with strength to make the fool fly. He finally reached his TRUE bedroom and peeked in. THe bed was empty and all was dark. For a second, Draco's heart sank that the room was empty but as he closed the door, he saw his beloved sitting on the windowsill, legs dangling out of the window and head tilted, indicating sleep. He heard Harry mumble and gave a small hiccup in his sleep and he tilted dangerously forward. When he saw Harry begin to topple, he rushed over and wrapped his arms around his waist, preventing him from falling to a horrible death.

Harry blearily opened an eye. "Hum...Draco?" He rubbed his eyes in a adorable way and Draco gave a grunt as he hoisted Harry into his arms, carrying him to the bed princess style. When he set Harry down on the edge of the bed, the green eyed teen looked at him sadly, "Draco I..."

Draco silenced him with a kiss. This was how it was supposed to be. He broke the smiled. "Merry Christmas love."

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Ginny stared in the mirror Blaise had showed her. There in front of her was Harry, smiling at her shyly while trying to flatten his hair. She felt her heart break knowing that Harry would never love her that way, especially what she had done earlier in the day. She sighed. When Blaise stepped beside her, she was surprised to see Draco Malfoy smirking arrogantly at them. She turned to teh dark haired teen. "You...you love Draco?"

Blaise snorted. "Love Draco, no. I don't think I'm even capable of that."

Ginny turned back to the mirror. Harry and Draco turned away from them and looked at each other smiling. "But I thought you said, this was a mirror of love." she said and Blaise pointed to the top of the mirror. There were latin symbols that the redhead could not read.

"I hadn't noticed it before. In bluntly translates into 'Obsession' and 'Lust' ." Blaise sighed and Ginny felt cold. "That can't be right. That would mean you just lust for Draco while I..." She could hardly finish the sentence. "I don't love Harry." She slumped to the cold ground. Could the mirror be lying? She had to love Harry she had to. He was her knight in shining armor, the hero who would take her away from the shadow of her brothers and the world. She covered her mouth and felt disgusted with herself. How could she have been like the people who Harry shunned away? They didn't know Harry, they knew the Boy-Who-Lived, and she loved what he stood for.

A flash of emotion appeared in Blaise's bright blue eyes as he looked down at the the girl who seemed to be shaking, with realization he supposed. The meaning of the mirror made no difference to him. He didn't love Draco. He was interested, of course, but even if he did care strongly for the Malfoy, he would not allow himself to love. Love made people weak. Proof was Ginny right there in front of him. He disliked Potter with a passion. A part of him hated him for having Malfoy, who he was supposed to have. The Prince of Slytherin had fallen into the hands of the Gryfinndor Golden Boy. When Malfoy had made his decision, Blaise had not been the new Prince of Slytherin for long when he began to question his own loyalties. In all their time at Hogwarts, Draco had been the most arrogant and cold one. It would make sense for him to dislike kneeling to a snake bastard. Blaise bit his lip and touched the dark mark etched into his arm. It was ugly he knew, and it was a choice he and his family had done that would be the ruin of him. He could have cared less about Mudblood's, as long as he was seen to be on top. How could the Zambini's be on top when they were following the orders of a weak snake who could not stand? How come he had realized it and not his father?

It was another sore subject. For failing to figure out where Dubledore would hide Draco, he was punished severely. The Dark Lord had been very impatient lately and very angry and most Death Eaters who failed their missions wee either killed or tortured. Why was the Dark Lord so eager to get to Malfoy? Potter he could understand, but it seemed that Voldemort wanted to have them both together for whatever reason he did not know.

"Zambini?" Ginny's voice broke the still silence. Blaise gave a cold laugh that made the girl shiver. It was a nice laugh, but devoid of any emotion or mirth.

"Just call me Blaise. I doubt now that I'm a Zambini any longer." he said and Ginny nodded. She didn't know much of Blaise's situation, but she knew it was bad. He was probably like a outcast at Malfoy. She looked back at the mirror. Harry and Draco were snogging ferociously. Blaise noticed as well, disgusted, and stepped away from the mirror. Draco dissapeared, and Harry looked sad, but then began to do a silly little jig that made Ginny giggle. She too, scooted away from the mirror and due to the awkward situation, she began to fiddle with her hair. Blaise watched her. She was not most beautiful creature in the world, but she was definitely pretty. Her hair was bright, silky red, her blue eyes were almond shaped, and light freckles dusted the bridge of her nose. She was nicely developed, Blaise mused and shook those thoughts out of his head when he felt his mouth begin to quirk into a small smirk. Ginny looked up at him oddly.

"What?"

Blaise walked across the mirror, and sat beside Ginny. "Let's talk." he said in a very uncharacteristic way and Ginny looked suspiciously at him for a moment ,before sighing and began to tell the story of the Burrow.

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Caius was becoming more and more furious. He had to think of a plan to get inside the Black Mansion and quick. He did not come from America and become a Death Eater to be another Malfoy outcast and killed off. He snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared looking terribly miserable.

"What is Master Malfoy's be wanting sir?" it asked dressed in what looked to be a worn potholder.

The boy tossed a cream colored note to the elf who caught it. "Go to Hogwarts and deliver this to Snape. Tell him I'm expecting him tonight."

The elf bowed and tucked the note into its poor dress and dissapeared with a light pop. Caius smirked. If there was anybody in Voldemort's inner circle that could help him, it would be the snarky Potions Professor. Caius looked at another clipping of Potter in the newspaper amused to see his identical by the ebony haired boy's side.

THE BOY WHO LIVED TURNED DARK OR THE DARK PRINCE TURNED LIGHT? WHO'S BEING BETRAYED AND WHOSE THE BETRAYER? by Rita Skeeter

Caius snorted. That bitch was at it again. Amusing it was, but the woman was highly annoying. He was bored and needed entertainment. He stood up and apparated away. He would pay the Daily Prophet reporter a visit.

AN: Yes I know it took a forever long time huh? I dunno for some reason i was unsatisfied and was actually thinking about discontinuing it, but then i wrote this chapter. I have several honors classes this year so I'm very busy, but Ill see i I can manage a chapter per week maybe less if I'm on a writing streak. I need some action in this story. Any ideas? Anyone? Somebody? Please review!