A/N: Yeah, sorry it took me so long to update, but I had two weeks of schoolwork, and this big poster, lifeline thingy. The only things I own are those you don't recognize, such as Faith and Derek. Okay dokes, well let's get on with the story!

Gasps and murmurs filled the hall as students questioned what the wise head master had just told them. Neville Longbottom, dead? It was impossible! Harry and Ron looked at one another and understanding registered across their face. They both looked over at Malfoy to see him grinning widely. But would he really go as low as to murder?

It was not only Ron and Harry searching for guilty faces, but Dumbledore was as well. As his twinkling blue eyes roamed the Great Hall, he indeed found the sneering face of Draco Malfoy, but yet another familiar face while searching the long table of Ravenclaw. When the large room had quieted, he spoke. "If the following students would please come to my office after their first class? Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Stevens, I would soon like to see you alone, if you would." Then the students were dismissed.

'Shit!' Malfoy thought as he exited the hall. He was going to be in trouble now. And what his father would say? This alone sent chills up and down his spine. And yet, had he really done anything? He wasn't sure. Longbottom out of the way was indeed a good thing, but how could Draco know if he himself was a murderer if he couldn't remember the past night events? Sighing, he walked through the double doors and searched his mind, trying to remember what his first class was. Potions, of course. The thought cheered him a bit and Malfoy walked the rest of the way with a hint of a skip in his step. This was the wrong action to take whilst Harry, Ron, and the Head Master himself were watching the blonde boy with extra care.

Ginny sat, staring up at the fluffy white clouds as they slowly drifted past. What if she really was pregnant? Could she tell Malfoy? Would anyone else notice if the baby had certain similarities? So many thoughts were roaming freely in her mind and it was so hard to gather all of them up and file them away. She flopped the sunglasses back over her eyes and rolled over on her stomach. Ginny was on the grounds in a rather small bikini trying to get a tan. If anyone so much as glanced at her in this…but nearly the whole school was away on that Hogsmeade trip. She quickly pushed this reminder aside, seeing as she was supposed to go with Harry until that player had come in and taken Harry away. Little did Ginny realize how little fun Faith and Harry were having together.

In Hogsmeade…

"Quick, hide behind here!" Faith whispered harshly as she slid under a parked carriage. This had been going on the whole trip: the two students would pretend to be happily chatting and then Derek would be within ear shot and they would have to duck behind a waitress or hide behind a wall. Why she was hiding from him, Faith didn't know, but she did know that if Derek saw her with Harry that one of the boys wouldn't make it to Hogwarts alive that evening. But they couldn't avoid him forever. As Faith and Harry sat in The Three Broomsticks discussing Ginny's possible pregnancy, a hand touched her softly on the shoulder. Whoever was behind her, Harry was glaring daggers at, and her stomach dropped. He was there.

"So, I see you weren't lying to me, Faith. That's a first," Derek mused. Even though a smile was plastered to his face, hatred was running along every word he spoke.

"You should only speak, Stevens," Then Faith noticed. Derek was alone. "Where's Hermione? Did she finally realize the git you are, or did you just go bang someone else to make her jealous?"

Derek's tanned face paled, but he tried desperately to keep his cool. "If your sister is hotter than you, Evans, I couldn't help it," he told her. Faith just narrowed her eyes as if daring him to speak one more word. Derek, no matter how much he hated to admit it, was like a deer in headlights when Faith glared at him like that. Shaking with silent faked laughter, he left the pub and an uncomfortable silence lingered in the air.

"Well, that was interesting," Harry said. Faith broke into a strong fit of giggles and wasn't able to speak until they had left the pub and walked down the road. Suddenly, she sighed.

"Harry, I'm really sorry about this. I didn't mean to put you under so much pressure with Ginny and all. I really don't know what I was thinking, but I really didn't mean any of it, honestly," and Harry knew she meant much more than just the Hogsmeade trip.

"I know," he told her quietly. He should have felt relieved, but then why did his heart feel as if it had just been ripped out, split in two, and put back in? And why wasn't he able to take his eyes off of her!

Faith noticed his staring and looked away, blushing. She hated when he did that. Trying to break the uncomfortable silence, she suddenly pointed through the window to a large, abandoned house atop a hill. "Shall we venture up there? I've been dying to explore the Shrieking Shack for ages!"

Harry looked up at the house and was reminded painfully of Sirius. "No, I prefer not. You can go, though." A sad look passed her face, but a second later it disappeared and Harry was sure he had imagined it.

"Alright. Well…I guess that's it?" Faith asked. She looked at him and her heart jolted, partly of nervousness, partly of love. Boy, how did he do this to her?

"Yeah."

"Well, if it isn't Evans and Potter?" (A/N: I LOVE that part) a smooth voice snickered behind them. They spun around and faced Malfoy and his goons. "You two half-bloods fancy a quick duel? I'll try to be gentle on the little one." Faith bared her teeth. How dare he! She whipped her wand out of her robe (12 inches, contains wing of a faerie, pine) and quickly shot a curse his way, causing the ferret-like boy to be levitated up into the air and thrown against a spiked fence. Crabbe and Goyle ran from the young girl in horror, leaving their leader to be tossed around like a play animal. Faith cast a tickling charm on Malfoy and laughed gleefully at seeing him tossing on the ground.

"Crucio!" a voice commanded.

Then suddenly, a red flash came from the bushes and she gave a gasp just before she fell to the earth, writhing and screaming in pain. Harry saw several large green leaves rustle before the bush settled, and a pant leg disappeared.

"FAITH!" a voice screamed. But the voice that broke the painful silence was not Harry, nor Hermione or Ron. That voice was Draco Malfoy.

He ran to her, wide eyed and his face paler, if that was possible, and bent down over the panicking girl. Sweat lined his face and pure horror was written all over it. He was continually mumbling words that were undistinguishable while checking her pulse, casting spells to hopefully calm her, stroking her hair at of her face, and kissing her forehead. Harry just watched silently, his mouth gaping open in shock. Was this a new Draco? Or was this just a different side of him? Could a Malfoy actually care for someone besides themselves? It took twenty minutes to get Faith calm, and it was only because Draco was forced to stun her to the fact she was attacking anything she could find. Before she entered into the blissful darkness, Harry heard one word escape her lips.

"Brother?"

He sat on a stool beside the small hospital bed and watched her chest rise and fall slowly as she slept on. It had been two months since she had been hit with an Unforgivable, and yet, Faith had yet to be woken. It was obvious now; how their noses curved, how their hair was always greasy and blonde, the way they smirked, how both pairs of grey eyes could intimidate a centaur. Why didn't he see it before? She was actually a Malfoy. Faith Malfoy. Somehow, it all just didn't fit. She couldn't have gone for all those months lying…could she? Ginny's voice brought Harry out of his confused world and he jumped.

"You know, I'll be there in a few months time." she told him softly. Harry sighed. Ginny was indeed announced pregnant three weeks ago even though it didn't really show much, and she was probably more scared than he was now. This could be bigger than the fights including Harry vs. Voldemort, if a Weasley having Draco's baby drifted to the newspapers…he shuddered as the thought crossed his mind. But then looking at Faith one more time sent him back into wonderment.

"And you know that it won't have green eyes like yours?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"The baby won't even act like you?"

"Yep."

"It may even have blonde hair?"

"Mmm."

"Are you listening?"

"Yep."

"Okay, what did I just say?"

Harry gave another depressed sigh and answered, "You said, 'Okay, what did I just say?'"

Ginny huffed at him and stormed away, yelling something about nobody caring. But it didn't matter, did it? 'Okay, yes it does,' Harry scolded himself, and he forced his eyes off of the girl to go and apologize to Ginny.

A/N: I'm sorry it's short and I'm sorry that it's not cliffy and I'm super sorry it took so long, but yeah. Hopefully I can get ten reviews and then you can see what happens next. ONLY IF I GET TEN REVIEWS! Oh yeah, hopefully you can find out more about Faith in the next chapter! –mumbles- IF I get ten reviews.