A/N: So, I forgot in Chapter 5, but the quote about weakness that the Teacher tells Draco is from John Adams. I'm quite sorry that I forgot to mention that!

This is a huge chapter and one of my favorites! You'll see why! Sorry for the delay in posting, I have no excuses but a busy schedual and my obsessive desire to have everything gramatically correct... anyways, get on with the reading:)

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6

Lukas sat calmly at breakfast taking in his surroundings. Sam, the girl he met at dinner last night, wasn't there yet. He was glancing at the Slytherin table for Emlyn when he heard a high pitched squeal.

"RONALD!" He recognized the Head Girl, Hermione, yelling at a tall red headed kid, who must be Ronald. Lukas smiled, as he sensed the situation between the two. They were totally in love, but there was something else there—regret.

"Ah…" Lukas thought to himself, "I know what's going on with those two."

Sam sat down next to him at that moment, and he decided to test out his theory.

"Sam, what's going on with the Head Girl and that red headed bloke?"

"Hermione and Weasley? Oh, everyone knows they really like each other. Ron just won't make a move, and Hermione's not smart enough to realize she should just do it herself."

"Oh, I see." He could almost hear Tynan egging him on. She loved it when he did stuff like this, and when they were at home, he did it frequently. Sometimes, all guys needed to get them to go after the girl they loved was a little competition. And he would be that competition and MAKE Ron go after Hermione. The emotions were so thick between those two that he almost laughed at how easy this would be.

Lukas turned to Sam, "You ready to get to class?"

"Yea, sure," she said, and turned to pick up her bag from the floor.

"Okay, good. Meet me by the doors. I have something to take care of first," he said as he strolled towards Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts is first today." Hermione was handing out tables at the Gryffindor table.

"Excellent," Ron said.

Harry looked at his table and saw that it was with Slytherin, followed by Herbology with Hufflepuff, then Advanced Double Potions with the Slytherins again. "Fuck," Harry thought at the same time Ron said it out loud. "Ronald!" Hermione screeched, looking scandalized.

"What, Hermione! We all have Advanced Potions with Slytherin."

"Ooo, well that is bad, but still Ron. Don't swear. You are still a Prefect and…"

Harry tuned her out, and was fairly sure that Ron had done the same. The owls were flying in with the morning post. He glanced as Emlyn who was looking up in shock and awe as the birds swooped in. Draco got his usual package from him mom, and Emlyn petted the Eagle owl and fed it a bit of bacon. They were sitting together again this morning he noticed. He had thought about her all last night, and decided to try and talk to her today. She was very beautiful, he thought. She was slender and athletic looking, and her blonde hair was loose around her face in wavy curls today. Harry could tell from here that she had intense blue eyes, not that he didn't already know. The eye contact they made last night set his blood on fire. But she got sorted into Slytherin. There was no way that would ever work. He swore under his breath for the millionth time today thinking about her, thankfully Hermione didn't hear. She was distracted by that new boy Lukas Brandon, who had come over to talk to her.

"…so I was wondering if you wanted to get together and study later today?" Lukas said, making Hermione blush to her toes. Harry grinned as he glanced over at Ron, who looked absolutely livid. Competition was exactly what Ron needed to force him to make a move on Hermione.

"She's already got a study partner," Ron spoke up before Hermione could answer.

Hermione either ignored him or didn't hear him. "Sure, Lukas."

"Hey!" Ron practically screamed. "She already HAS a study partner."

Hermione must have heard him that time and rounded on him. "Ronald, for your information, I do not have a hearing problem and I do not have study partner."

"But what about me and Harry!" he sputtered.

"You two never asked me to be your study partners, did you, Harry."

"Leave me out of this." Harry was enjoying this way too much, because unless he was wrong, and he doubted it, Hermione had a huge crush on Ron, too.

She turned back to Lukas. "6 o'clock in the library then, Lukas?"

"Sure, Hermione. See you later. Potter. Weasley."

"Brandon," Harry answered as the boy walked away, to meet up with Sam Fawcett. Ron didn't respond to Lukas at all, and it wasn't until they were right out side the DADA class room that Ron even spoke again. He grabbed Harry's elbow and pulled him aside. Hermione walked in first and didn't notice that they stopped. Ron peeked his head in and looked for Hermione. She was in the very front desk pulling out her quills and setting them perfectly parallel to her parchment. Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione and her habits, he thought.

"What is UP with her, mate?" Ron whispered.

Harry didn't bother with the whispering. "You like her, Ron. Just tell her!"

Ron looked scandalized. "I do NOT!" he hissed.

"Right," Harry rolled his eyes, and made to enter the class room, but Ron stopped him again.

"I can't tell her. She doesn't like me like that. She never would have said yes to that Lukas bloke if she liked me." Ron looked depressed.

"Ron, she wants to make you jealous. We have to go though. I think the teacher just walked in." Harry turned from Ron and made to go through the door when Draco shoved him.

"Watch it, Scarhead."

Harry was about to say something when he heard light musical laughter from behind Draco. He looked and it was Emlyn. His heart dropped and his stomach flipped at the same time. She had a nice laugh. Too bad she was laughing at him. Draco smirked and Emlyn shot him a glare and followed Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle into the class room, her pert, beautiful nose in the air.

"What was that about, mate. You, like, froze." Harry sighed and didn't answer. The teacher was starting class. Harry and Ron slid into a seat behind Hermione.

The teacher was short and slim. She had on dark blue robes that seemed to shimmer like water. She flicked her wand at the board and 'Professor Damaris Morticai' appeared in cursive.

"Hello, seventh years. My name, as the board states, is Damaris Morticai. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts." She glanced around the room. Harry noticed her eyes lingered on Emlyn, and Emlyn had a small smile on her face.

After taking role, during which Harry was pleasantly surprised that she made no fuss over him being THE Harry Potter, she started in on the lesson. "I have read your lesson plans over form your previous professor, who I must say, did a marvelous job. However, I seem to see that one subject was completely missed. Can you please tell me what you know about the Arts of Wandless Magic."

Hermione's hand shot up, and began to repeat everything she knew, it seemed, about wandless magic. Occasionally, Professor Morticai would interrupt, to ask Hermione questions and write things on the board which they were all writing down. It was an interesting lesson, Harry thought. He would defiantly be able to learn more about his Wandless abilities without drawing suspicion.

Emlyn and Draco, however, experienced different emotions upon hearing they were going to be starting learning about the Defense of Wandless magic. Emlyn was hoping that they wouldn't have to practice anything today, because she wasn't certain if anyone else here could do wandless magic. She was extremely proficient with wandless magic. It was a starting point for learning an Aspect, she knew, but she could do it for as long as she could remember. Most of the time, she never even used a wand.

Little did Emlyn know that the person sitting right next to her could also do wandless magic, and he too was hoping that they didn't have to practice. Draco's training had increased of late and he knew that before long he was going to have to prove himself before the Dark Lord. Though that though made him nervous, it was also exciting. He would be a Death Eater then. He would make his father proud. As he mindlessly copied down notes about the three kinds of Aspects as a type of wandless magic, he didn't notice that Emlyn had started drawing dark magic symbols on the edge of her page.
"What was the point," Emlyn thought, "of copying down what I am?" She doodled for a bit longer before she lost interest and decided to do something much more fun: Bother Potter. She thought for a second, before whispering, "Lubircus Pluma Membrana contrarius Confuto" and watched with humor as Harry's quill could no longer take notes, because it kept sliding off his page, leaving long dark marks where he pressed hard to keep the quill on the page. Harry swore, and Ron looked over helplessly. Professor Mortaci had no idea of course, and lectured on, but Hermione heard and turned around with the mind to tell them to be quiet. Upon seeing Harry's unfortunate predicament, she decided to try the exact spell that Emlyn was counting on. With the flash of blue light from Hermione's wand, Harry's quill started to emit sparks which landed on his paper and the people's around him, and burned little holes in it, which created even more commotion. Emlyn could barely contain her laughter and snorted, and then tried to turn it into a cough, but couldn't so she just started laughing out loud. Draco and most of the Slytherins joined in then. Professor Mortaci turned around at the disturbance.

"What is the meaning of this, Potter?" she demanded. Harry immediately realized that even though Mortici was tiny, she was not a Professor to cross.

"I'm so sorry, Professor," Harry said as he motioned to his quill. "I… I have no idea what happened."

She glanced back at Emlyn, who was crying with laughter at this point. She waved her wand at the quill. It stopped sparking, and the ink marks disappeared, but the burn holes remained. Hermione looked like she really wanted to ask the Professor what spell she used, but before she could ask, Professor Mortici spoke. "Emlyn, you will see me after class."

Emlyn immediately sobered, "Yes, Professor."

She was outraged. How did Damaris know that it was her? There were tons of Slytherins in here that could probably do the same thing. Draco looked at her, and she could tell that he didn't believe she did it. The bell rang and everyone started packing up their things. Draco left with a small smirk. She knew he would probably wait for her outside.

Damaris was busy erasing the chalk board and making notes in her folder as the last students filed slowly out of the room. With a flick of her wand, the door swished shut quietly. "Ah, Emlyn, why do you have to misbehave? The consequences of you and your brother being found are more than you must realize."

"Damaris, I know exactly what would happen if we were found out."

"Then why do you insist on this nonsense, Emlyn. You know Harry Potter had nothing to do with Tynan's death. I loved her just as much as I love you, and I know she would not want you risking your discovery on something as trivial as making Harry Potter's quill backfire."

"Harry Potter has yet to complete his part of the prophecy. He is responsible for her death. I refuse to believe otherwise."

"Well, I can't stop you from believing what you want, but this use of dark magic will stop, Emlyn. Dumbledore will agree with me and you will answer to him if you refuse."

"Fine, Damaris," Emlyn relented. It was no use arguing with Damaris about this, and she knew she was right. Lukas would be angry with her too if he found out.

"Now, come give me a hug. I haven't seen you since…" Damaris trailed off.

Emlyn walked over and gave the lady a hug. She knew where she was going with that. Tynan and her parents' secret funeral was the last place she had seen her old teacher. It was the most painful experience of her entire life.

"I will see you at dinner, Damaris," Emlyn said, and walked to the back of the room to get her books.

"Yes, Emlyn, and remember, I am Professor Mortaci anywhere else."

Harry was also outraged. His clothes and parchment had little burn holes in them. At first guess, he would have suspected that Draco had cursed his quill, but Emlyn? It was only a minor prank, but why him? The only reason he could think of was because she was in Slytherin. He had to stay and talk to her now. Hopefully, something good would come of it. He couldn't afford to lose another pair of robes.

Harry got up and put his things in his bag. He looked over at Emlyn who was waiting for people to leave before approaching Professor Mortaci's desk.

As soon as they left the class room, Harry stopped them. "I'm waiting to talk to Emlyn, guys. I'll see you at Herbology."

Ron looked confused. "Are you sure that's a good idea, mate? She looked right mad when we were leaving."

"Yea, I have to. I need to know why she hates me. It's the first day of school, and I have never met her before. She has no reason to do this," Harry said.

"Except for the fact she's in Slytherin," Ron corrected, Hermione shot him an irritated look.

"Alright, Harry, we'll see you later then," she said and grabbed Ron's arm, dragging him, protesting, down the hall.

At that moment, Emlyn was coming out of the room. She looked around for someone, probably Draco, Harry thought with jealously and disgust.

But as she spotted him and she knew he was there for her. "What do you want, Potter," venom dripping off her voice.

"What do you have against me?" he asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Emlyn tried to step by him, but Harry blocked her way.

"I haven't known you for more than twenty-four hours, and I can tell that you have more than a Slytherin dislike for me. I want to know why," Harry stepped forward, challenging her. Emlyn's temper was rising unbelievably fast.

"I don't like you because you're a Gryffindor," Emlyn ventured, trying to reel in her emotions. She knew the consequences of getting into a fight and letting her power release.

Thankfully for Emlyn, Draco stepped beside her.

"You heard what she said, Scarhead, you're a disgusting Gryffindor. If she doesn't want to breathe the same filthy air as you, don't be so offended, all Slytherins feel the same way. Piss off, Potter," and with one last nasty smirk from Emlyn, the two turned and walked away.

But Harry saw Emlyn turn back when Draco wasn't watching. She had an unreadable expression on her face, almost as if she wanted to see how he reacted to Malfoy's insults. Just as she turned back to look, though, Ginny came up and he turned away to walk her to class.

If he had taken a second longer to look, he would have seen the unexpected flash of jealousy cross Emlyn's face. But the girl who joined Harry saw Emlyn's envious expression, and the smirk the girl shot back was worthy of any Slytherin. The beautiful red-head touched Harry on the arm and immediately his attentive green eyes were focused on her. Emlyn vowed to find out who this girl was, discretely, of course.

Draco had definitely been distracted all week, though he would never admit it was because of his mini feud with the Weaslette. She wouldn't talk to him, despite his efforts, and she was royally pissing him off. He hadn't talked to Hermione since their discussion about Rounds on the first day, so he didn't know if Ginny was assigned any night rounds. Now, she was the reason he had not slept, since he prowled the castle at nights, hoping to see her, or find other Prefects to make sure she wasn't on duty.

He was tired, angry, and he missed talking to her. Because of their delayed class schedules, the only time he had seen her this week was outside his DADA class. He had just slung his arm around Emlyn's shoulders and had smirked when he caught that flash of red hair. She didn't look at him, but briskly shoved past him, smiling brightly at Potter. He saw Potter's face light as Ginny approached, and Draco felt sick. He turned back quickly, unwilling to watch the perfect couple. Emlyn seemed in a hurry to escape the hallway as well.

She had been quiet all week after getting in trouble with Professor Morticai for her brilliant trick on Potter. The only thing she had asked was who Potter's girlfriend was, and Draco had no trouble coming up with some original Weasley insults to take out his frustrations. Even though he didn't mean most of them, they made Emlyn laugh which made him feel better.

Emlyn was exceedingly gorgeous, just the type of girl Draco was inclined to pursue. But something about her gave him uneasiness, almost as if she was always on guard for something. She had huge walls erected around herself, the only thing he knew about her was that she was home schooled in France, spoke flawless French, and was wickedly talented at Dark Magic. Draco wanted to know more, but had the distinct impression that if he pushed her for information she would lay him flat, so he was content with his flimsy friendship. At least he was pissing off Potter.

But Potter was doing a pretty good job at pissing him off also. Draco was getting ready to shut the door to start the first Prefect meeting when he saw Ginny and Harry round the corner. They didn't see him, and he decided to hold the door until Ginny got there.

"I'm off to the meeting; I'll meet you in the library when I'm done with Ron and Herms, yea?" Ginny said to Harry. Harry stopped walking and smiled down at her. "Bye, Harry," she smiled back and turned away. But, Harry caught her arm and pulled her back.

"One for the road?" he asked grinning, tapping his cheek mischievously. Ginny's laugh floated down the hallway and Draco's jaw tightened, he thought he was the only one who could make her laugh like that. Draco watched as a smiling Ginny leaned up and lightly kissed Harry's cheek.

Jealousy ripped through him, and unable to watch he slammed the door shut and stalked over to the front desk where Hermione was waiting to begin the meeting. She gave him an odd look as he roughly sat down behind the desk, his face unusually expressionless.

Draco didn't know why he was so mad, he knew Potter and Ginny were dating. Maybe it was because it had never been so real, he had never seen her kiss him before. He watched as the door opened and Ginny came in to the meeting all smiles, quickly taking a seat next to her brother and Creevey.

"Don't be late next time, Weasley," Draco forceful voice sounded through the quiet classroom. Ginny shot him a withering look.

"I'm not late, Malfoy," Ginny retorted, and then returned talking quietly to her brother. Draco reluctantly checked his watch, and was pissed to find that she was right. Thankfully, Hermione started the meeting anyways, and Draco leaned back watching the littlest Weasley through narrowed eyes.

The Prefect Meeting had only started three minutes ago and already Ginny was zoned out and doodling on her parchment. Hermione, the new Head Girl, was standing at the teacher's podium in the classroom and was going over the Prefect Rules. Draco was lounging in the chair at the large desk looking almost as bored as Ginny.

She wondered what his problem was, he was definitely angry at her for something. Even if he was angry, she had caught him staring at her at least half a dozen times. He had been smug all week, like he didn't care that she was mad at him and he didn't care that she was positively evil to him. But Ginny knew better, he was just biding his time until she broke down and started talking to him again. That's how it always happened last year when Ginny was mad at him. This was a new year, however, so new trends should be set, Ginny smiled to herself, she wasn't going to let Draco push her around this year.

Ginny's attentions turned back to Hermione who had begun discussing rounds. Being a Prefect had its perks, like private bathrooms, full run of the school, and power-tripping authority. But, of all the duties, Ginny hated rounds the most.

Every pair of House Prefects, fifth through seventh, had rounds around the castle at least once a week during the evenings and late night. It was the main duty of Prefects, and it gave the teachers some time off in the evenings. Though Ginny was not sure if anyone realized the students had homework, the teachers always got priority and concluded their respective rounds in the early afternoon.

The time schedules worked in blocks of five hours, the evening shift from 4pm to 9pm, and the late night shift from 9pm to 2am. As a Fifth year Prefect, Ginny had gotten the worst time for rounds: Friday Late Nights. She had interrupted more fights, caught more couples in the Astronomy Tower, and confiscated more firewhiskey than all of the other Prefects combined. And because of that, she was not the most popular girl in school. At least everyone thought she was Harry's girlfriend and left her alone, and she always had Colin around on rounds to blame things on, too.

Each Prefect had to work with their House counterpart, so Ginny had no choice in which student she got to walk with, it was always chatterbox Creevey. Though he was good to have around sometimes, she would have to suffer through his riveting tales of the picture-taking process (subject, lighting, click, developing, and analyzing) as they ambled through the castle looking out for troublemakers and whatnot. Hopefully this year they would get an easy time, like Monday evenings.

"…and here is the schedule for rounds, it was picked at random," Hermione said, waving her wand. Ginny snapped her attention to the board where Hermione's flowing writing had appeared. Thank goodness Herm is Head Girl, Ginny thought, I'll get a good time…

"HERM!" Ginny shouted and stood up so fast her chair was knocked backwards. Beside her Colin almost dropped his camera, and Ron, who looked confused, leaned down to pick up her chair. Draco, who didn't look the least bit surprised at her outbreak, tipped his chair back further so he could prop his feet up on the desk.

"Hermione! Why am I on Friday nights again? Colin and I had that last year, shouldn't we get another time?" Ginny asked desperately. Hermione looked quizzically at the board, then down at the smirking Draco. The rest of the students were silent with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, Ginny, I can't allow special treatment," Hermione said carefully, but Ginny got the message. Hermione hadn't put her in Friday nights, Draco switched the schedule.

Ginny slowly returned to her seat, glaring at Draco who was now not returning her gaze. With another apologetic look at Ginny, Hermione continued droning on, but Ginny was not listening. Draco wanted her attention, and now he got it. And Ginny was sure as hell going to make him regret it.

Knowing that Draco had resumed watching her under his eyelashes, she pretended to listen to Hermione, while carefully aiming her wand discretely under her desk at Draco's tipped chair then whispered a spell. Hoping that it would hit his chair directly, moments later she was rewarded with the site of Draco's arms flying as he tipped uncontrollably backwards. For one discouraging second, Ginny though he was going to be able to stay balanced, but he had no such luck. Hermione jumped out of the way, and Draco landed hard with the chair where she had been standing. A loud crack was heard as his head hit the floor. Ginny almost felt bad, but as he stood quickly, straightening his robes, he sent a mutinous look at Ginny.

Ginny smiled sweetly, trying all her might to keep her face straight. It would make him even madder if he knew she thought it was funny. But she also had no such luck.

"You! Outside, NOW!" Draco practically screamed at her. Everyone was silent and wide-eyed, including Hermione. Ginny slowly rose, placing a restraining hand on Ron's shoulder, who had also started to rise, and followed a fuming Draco out into the hallway. As soon as the door shut, laughter erupted in the room that could be clearly heard in the hall. Draco looked angrier than ever.

"Are you happy now, Weasel? You just made an arse out of me in front of every Prefect in school. They are supposed to respect me, and you just ruined that," Draco accused, pointing a finger at her.

"Have you forgotten? I'm a Prefect and I've never respected you, so I obviously didn't do too much damage since I'm pretty much the only person who can tolerate your stupidity," Ginny flung back gracefully. "I think you mistake their terror for respect, anyways." Draco growled in frustration making Ginny smile.

"What is your bloody problem lately, Weasley?" Draco said, glaring at her.

"My problem is that you are a prat, Ferret! I saved your arse on the train and the way you thank me is by giving me the WORST rounds? Forgive me if I don't fall at your feet in gratitude," Ginny scoffed at him.

"Granger made the schedule, I didn't touch it," Draco lied. He couldn't tell her the real reason he needed her to be on Friday rounds.

"Oh, come off it! I know you did it, and it would take me about two seconds to prove it!" Ginny said angrily at him. "Now I just have to figure out why you changed it."

Shit, "I didn't change it, Weasel!" Draco hollered.

"Did you do it because I was nice to you?" Ginny ignored him and continued with her musing, clearly recognizing that it was pissing him off. "Maybe you want me on Friday's so you can go off and snog with the new girl?"

"Jealous, Weasley?" Draco drawled, enjoying watching her begin to blush. But Ginny continued glaring at him and disregarded his comment.

"Or perhaps you did it because you are mad that I've been ignoring you. People have asked why you watch me during dinners…" Ginny said innocently. Draco looked at her incredulously.

"What?" he croaked.

"I've had girls from about every house come up and ask me why you watch me during dinners looking all dejected and angry. I've played dumb to your stupid acting, but I'll eventually have to tell them something," Ginny threatened. "Change the schedule back."

"I can't do that, and you know it. Besides, for the last time, I didn't change it to begin with," Draco said slowly with anger.

"Whatever, I know you did it. I also know you watch me during dinners, which is creepy by the way, and I know you didn't mean what you said on the train. So either suck it up and be human, or I will tell anyone that asks why you watch me at dinners that you do have a crush on me and are only angry at me because I wont date you and your petite package," Ginny mockingly smiled sweetly at him.

"I do NOT have a 'petite package!'" Draco shouted, outraged.

"If you don't fix the schedule, you will spend the rest of the year proving it," Ginny said sharply. "I'm leaving; I can't stand you anymore today. Make my excuses to Hermione." Ginny gave Draco one last pointed look, walked off and left him standing in the hall, his jaw tight with anger.

Gods, she was insufferable. But, people had noticed him staring at her? He wasn't even aware that he was watching her.

As he watched Ginny walk down the hall, he was mentally choking her. Draco had no doubts that Ginny would follow through with what he said, and though that made him nervous, he didn't much care what she told people about him. There was no way to change the schedule back, and even if there was, Draco wouldn't do it. Ginny was on Friday nights for a reason, and he needed her to stay there.

Hope you liked it! Let me know! Chapter 7 is ready and is another one of my favs! More D/G fights and all! And some excellent Harry/Emlyn conflict. Keep reviewing!

And on that note! I would like to thank my reviewers: dani, Beth5572, LaLaLand001, and Shwenny! Thanks so much for your reviews!

And also I think I should mention, as I feel I have led you on, that this is NOT a Harry/Ginny romantic fic. Though I love Harry and Ginny together, and I think in the real series that they will be together, there is something about Draco/Ginny that is just fun to write about. So, I did not mean to lead you on with my catagorizing of this story. I figured its a story mainly about Harry and Ginny, so thats why its under H/G fics. If you think I should change it to something else, let me know. And with that, as always, review and let me know what you think-xxx