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And all I can do is tell you the truth
Oh, my eyes will tell you the same
Finch, Ender

12

"I bet you're going to tell me next that Lukas knew that answer, and I should try to be more like him," Ron said crossly. Hermione gave him a weird glance, but looked back down at her paper and kept writing. They were the only ones in the Common Room, and had been pleasantly studying. Hermione was so content just to sit next to him and watch him trying not to watch her, but she had to ruin it with one misplaced comment.

"I only said that once, Ron, and I was angry. And besides that's not what I was going to say," Hermione said quietly, angry at herself. Clearly, Ron was now angry at her, too.

"Then what were you going to say?" Ron demanded.

Hermione was silent; Lukas' plan for her and Ron was not going well, according to her. Ron was still clueless, and wasn't any closer to asking her out. She cringed inside, thinking of what Lukas told her to say, then against her better judgment blurted it out.

"That I think you should study that more, because you are nowhere near where Lukas and I are, and Lukas thinks the Gremlin Attack of 1320 is going to be on the N.E.W.T.s," Hermione smiled flakily at him.

Ron growled. "You talk about me with Lukas!"

"Well, not all the time," Hermione said, her confidence waning with every look at Ron's angry face.

"You are so… obsessed with Lukas, Hermione! You talk about him all the time, you study with him whenever you are free, it's not… healthy!" he concluded haltingly. "I don't like you hanging around him."

"You can't do anything about it Ron. He's my friend, and I can choose who I want to hang out with," Hermione said haughtily, but she recognized the look on Ron's face. He was angrily red, and starting to sweat. He looked furious enough to maybe tell her something, she hoped.

Ron knew what he should say; he knew to the depth of his heart that it was the perfect time. He wanted to tell Hermione that he loved her, and had loved her since she saved him from the Devil's Snare in their first year. He looked down at his hands, trying to form the words in mind. He looked up at her, and Hermione was watching him with a patient look. Though Ron could see in her eyes she was expecting something, there was a glimmer of hope there.

I can do it! Ron thought; just get it out there…

"Hermione, I can do something about it!" he started. Hermione raised her brows at him, slightly smiling. "I want you to know… that…" Ron looked up at her, and his mouth went dry. "I forbid you to talk to Lukas ever again! Or …I won't be your friend anymore!" Ron said proudly. That wasn't right… he thought immediately, his face falling.

He looked at her expression. She was not overjoyed; in fact she looked hurt and extremely pissed.

'I love you, Hermione,' didn't you hear me?

"Ron, you… wanker! I can't believe you would ever say something like that to me!" Hermione choked out. "Lukas is my friend! He's nice, and… HONEST! If that is the way you feel then, fine," Hermione sniffed curiously, but no tears fell from her eyes.

Ron stood up, prepared to leave, extremely hurt that she chose Lukas over him, when Harry entered through the Portrait hole.

Classes that day had been calm despite his fight with Emlyn that weekend. But Harry didn't feel calm, in fact, he felt quite the opposite. He felt pulled apart at the seams, frustrated that he couldn't talk about anything important to him.

After classes let out, he had grabbed his Firebolt and headed out the pitch. But even an hour of hard flying did not help his nerves and he left to find Hermione and Ron.

He desperately wanted to talk to them, and at the moment, it seemed like a good time. They were all alone in the Common Room, studying for upcoming tests.

He felt slightly guilty, disrupting their moment's peace. Hermione and Ron were getting along, and everyone seemed happy. But, he wasn't happy, and he needed help.

Admitting it to himself was hard enough, he had gone on for so long thinking he could do this alone. But even the littlest things now set him off, and he needed his support behind him again.

"Guys, I need to talk to you about something…" Harry started. Ron and Hermione were looking at him; both had guilty faces plastered on. Hermione's eyes were shimmering, and Ron looked livid.

"What happened?" he asked them, his problems forgotten.

"Nothing," Hermione said.

"It was hardly 'nothing!'" Ron bellowed. Hermione cringed.

But just as soon as he could open his mouth again, the portrait door burst open, and Ginny stumbled through. But this time, Harry felt a hard shock from her, and he suddenly realized it wasn't a shock at all. Ginny was using Power.

Ginny was distraught and crying, but she paid no attention to them as she hurried upstairs. Almost as if they weren't there.

Ron and Hermione both looked over when the door opened, but looked back at him expectantly as though they didn't care that Ginny was crying.

"Was it nothing, Hermione?" Ron said nastily, seeming not to care about Ginny's distress, and Hermione, Ginny's best friend, didn't even look concerned.

Harry looked at them, his mouth dropped open. Had they not seen Ginny? She was crying, and they didn't care? Something had to be up, he thought.

"Did you even care that she was upset?" Harry looked at them, confusion and anger pouring through him suddenly. It was the little things that set him off, he remembered, and took a breath to control his sweeping irritation. "Whatever is going on between you two, you need to figure it out. I'm going to check on Ginny."

"Ginny? What's wrong with her?" Harry heard Ron ask as he headed upstairs after Ginny.

"I think Harry is pulling us, Ron," Hermione commented softly, but Harry still heard her. He ignored it, and turned the corner to Ginny's dorm. Knocking softly he found it open, and pushed the door wider.

He was immediately shocked again, though he realized once again, it wasn't a shock but a surge of the very Power he was learning to use. Ginny was able to access it, he realized. But he had no idea what she was doing with it.

Ginny was sitting on her bed, her eyes were wet, and she glanced at him. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, as though she didn't expect to see him.

"Ginny, what's going on?" Harry said, while trying to fight off the feeling of suppression the Power was laying on him. Immediately he felt her release whatever she was doing, and she appeared clearer to him. She was silent, and if it were possible, her eyes were even wider.

"Ginny?" Harry looked at her expectantly, wanting her to answer her question.

Ginny didn't know how Harry knew about her power; maybe she had done it wrong. But she had projected on more than three people before, even a whole classroom of people moments before, and by now small multiples were as easy as breathing to her. But it hadn't worked on Harry, and now she was caught. Even still, she tried denying it.

"I don't know what you're talking…" she started.

"Piss it," Harry interrupted, "You get all fuzzy to me, and I can feel whatever you're doing. It's like a shock. And Ron and Hermione didn't see you come through the door, either that or they didn't care that you were crying. What is going on? Are they mad at you or didn't they see you? And why were you crying?"

Ginny gulped, she really was caught, and there was no way out.

"I won't take anything less than the truth, so tell me now before I get your brother in here, too," Harry threatened. Ginny had no idea why he was so upset with her, but she was scared of anyone else finding out. Especially her brother.

"No! I'll tell you, just… you can't say anything to anyone else," Ginny said quietly, defeated. Harry silently waited for her to continue.

"I don't really know what it is that I can do, I suppose it's like a projection. I can modify what people see kinda, like I project what I want them to see into their minds. That's what I was doing when I came into the Common Room before. I didn't want you, Herm, and Ron to see me upset, so I just made it so you wouldn't see me at all."

"So you can change what people see?"

"Yea, I guess that's right," she said quietly, expecting Harry to explode.

"How many people know about this," he said more gently that she imagined he would be.

"Well… now, just you," she admitted, "Can you imagine what other people would do if they found out I could change what they see? They would never trust anything they see when I'm around." Ginny looked out the window, "I'd be shunned, like Remus. No one would ever want to be around me." She looked back at Harry, who was quiet and expressionless. She felt like she had to keep explaining.

"That's why no one knows, I never use it actually. I don't know where it came from, or how I learned how to use it, or what I'm supposed to do with it. I think everything has a purpose, but I just can't see what good this is. It's just something I can do," Ginny said softly, refusing to meet his gaze.

"So every time I've been shocked by you, that is what you were doing, the projection thing?" Harry asked.

"Yea," she laughed a little, "I used to use it a lot around you, when I would do something dumb, or wanted to impress you. I used to like you a lot, you know; I wanted you to notice me."

"I see," Harry said, then smiled at her. "I haven't been shocked lately," he commented. She smiled back, letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Well, that's because I suddenly find you repulsive," she teased, halfway smiling, hoping that he kept his good mood.

"Well, I think I'll go tell Ron now," Harry said seriously, then smiled at her when she almost tackled him.

"I was kidding!" Harry laughed, "I gave you my word, ladybug, cool it." Ginny smiled at him. "So how did you learn to control this?" he asked.

"Well, the first time I did it, I was playing hide-n-seek with Ron, Fred and George when I was younger. George had almost found me, and since I didn't want to be the seeker, I tried to make it so he wouldn't see me at all… and it just happened. He walked right by me, and didn't know I was there. I was in plain sight," Ginny shrugged. "Ever since then I've gotten better and better. I can project to multiple people at different angles, with different light sources and separate visions, it can get quite complicated," she smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

Harry looked deep in thought.

"So how do you fuel this?" he asked, though he knew the answer, even if she didn't.

"I don't really know, magic I guess," Ginny shrugged.

"Hmm…" was all Harry said.

"Can I ask you something, since we are sharing secrets?" Ginny looked at him sitting across from her, her face serious. He knew what she was going to ask, he could feel it.

"How did you know?" she said quietly. Harry was silent a long time before he answered. He weighed the consequences of telling her the truth, but they didn't outweigh the fact that he needed to tell someone, even if it wasn't Ron and Hermione. He looked across from him, and he felt honored that Ginny would actually tell him the truth about her, and he was suddenly spilling out everything from the first Prophecy, to the second Prophecy and Emlyn and Lukas, to his new Aspect powers and training sessions. He watched her expression change, trying to gauge how she was feeling. He knew the exact emotions she was going through though, because they were the ones he held himself. But her reaction was one he could not have predicted.

"Harry, whatever happens, I want you to know I'll be behind you wherever you are," Ginny looked at him with sincerity, and he knew she was serious.

"I don't think it will come to that," Harry tried to tease her, but it didn't work, and the room fell silent again.

"No, Harry, something's going on, I know it, I can feel it, but I don't know what it is." Ginny confessed.

"Why do you say that?"

"I just… Draco and I are sort of friends, and well…" she searched for the words to tell him.

"You and Malfoy are friends?" Harry looked at her, disgust crossing his face briefly, before returning to his usual unreadable expression.

"Well not anymore," she said darkly.

"He was the reason you were crying," Harry guessed correctly, and Ginny nodded.

"He let me take the blame for passing notes in class, when he started it. Now, Snape wants to take away my Prefect Badge and kick me out of class," Ginny sighed deeply, tears springing to her eyes.

"Snape's just being a bully," Harry said reassuringly. "He can't do anything anyways, you aren't in his house. And plus, I think his punishment is a little harsh for passing notes."

"Oh, I don't care about Snape," Ginny said angrily, tears coming to her eyes again. They were both silent a bit and Harry studied Ginny.

"What are you upset about then?" Harry asked. Ginny was silent for a bit, but she looked up at him and answered him straight.

"I like Malfoy, and I know it stupid. But I thought we were friends, and he letting me take the fall for something so stupid proves that we aren't friends, and I'm… just hurt," Ginny heatedly wiped at her tears.

"You like Malfoy?" Harry looked at her, trying to keep his expression neutral.

"I knew you wouldn't understand," Ginny said, getting up. But Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him.

"No, Gins, I understand more than you'd think," he said cryptically, his eyes shooting away from hers for a second. "It just surprised me, that's all," he assured her. Ginny smiled weakly at him.

"You aren't going to say anything about that either are you?" Ginny asked him, and he could see the sudden panic in her eyes. Harry smiled at her.

"No worries, I won't tell anyone. Besides, everyone thinks you and I are dating anyways," Harry reassured her.

"I can't believe people still believe that! We've never even kissed!" Ginny said, and they laughed together.

"It is nice to be left alone though," Harry sighed, frowning slightly. "I haven't got as many love letters as I did last year. And the stalking has stopped, so that's good."

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny sighed in an overly breathy voice, and Harry shot her an annoyed look.

Ginny did not feel bad about deceiving people who never even bothered to ask her if she was dating Harry. They assumed it was true, and for that, they would never know the truth. She would answer honestly if anyone had asked, but no one brought it up, so the rumors continued. Ginny did not like the attention she got, but for what it was worth, she felt it was her way of protecting Harry, which was why she did not mind letting the gossip slide.

Before the rumors started about their 'relationship,' Harry was stalked and spied on by girls of all ages in Hogwarts, and even girls from other schools would send him owls and photos, just trying to get his attention. It annoyed him, and the constant following of little giggling girls behind him was grating his already loose and frayed nerves. So, Ginny stepped in, and without Harry knowing, sent out signals that he was taken.

She would sit next to him, or across from him, at all meals. She would greet him after classes with a touch on the arm, or a hug, or a seductive smile. The giggling girls got the idea, Harry had no clue. He never noticed a thing, and Ginny was glad, because her heart seemed to be someplace else…

"What were the notes about?" Harry asked suddenly, catching Ginny off guard.

"Um, well, I just didn't want him saying these things to me anymore. It's nothing," she blushed. Harry looked at her closely for a moment longer.

"Right," Harry smiled at her, guessing what she was talking about. He didn't want to push her, so he changed the subject.

"So what do you mean that something is going on with him?"

"I don't know, it's just a feeling," Ginny told him, "He is in training, I know that for a fact. But he won't tell me for what. But sometimes when we are in class, he just gets this expression. It's so dark and vicious, and he looks like he could rightly murder."

"That's not that weird, Malfoy is always like that," Harry said.

"No you don't understand," Ginny sighed. "This is different, this is when I am talking about you, or someone mentions you. It's just… different. Trust me."

"I do, but Malfoy has always hated me," Harry said.

"This isn't just hate, Harry, that's what I'm trying to tell you…"

And Ginny was right. But in the weeks that past, she didn't realize that Draco had more on his mind than his hate for Harry Potter, and that she was also the reason.

Ginny avoided Draco like the plague. She avoided eye contact if he walked by, she didn't talk to him at Prefect meetings, and if she was forced to say something to him, she said it in as few words as possible and she wouldn't dare to look at him.

Her avoidance wasn't because of her anger about getting caught passing notes. She knew that Snape wouldn't be able to kick her out of class or take away her Prefect Badge, but he was sure pissed when he found out he wasn't allowed. So her only punishment was she wasn't Draco's Advanced Potions partner any longer, which, in light of her situation, actually helped her deal with her mini heartbreak.

She avoided Draco because she couldn't, and wouldn't let herself, like him any more than a friend. And now that they weren't even friends, she was a safe distance away.

Why don't I feel better, then? She asked herself, walking slowly down the hall.

It hurt her that she wasn't friends with him anymore, but it hurt more that he didn't seem to care. He went on like business as usual, where it took all of her energy not to talk back to him, or catch his eye when…

"Damn!" she swore, dropping all her books and her heavy book bag when someone ran directly into her. She knelt down to pick them up, not looking at the person who ran into her.

"Why don't you look where you're going?" she snarled. Her bad mood that she carried with her recently was not improving with her books strewn across the granite tiles.

"Thanks for help…" she started sarcastically, then looked up as Draco held out one of her books for her to take. He was looking down his nose at her, though it could have been because she was kneeling in front of him that he looked so lofty.

Ginny's heart sped up, and she looked back down at her pile of books. Hope bloomed in her chest, maybe he had come to talk to her. She wanted to say something. Like she was sorry, she wanted to talk to him, she wanted to hang out again. She started to grasp at a hello, but when she looked up again, Draco was already striding down the hall, his black robes billowing behind him.

0000

Draco's black mood darkened severely as he walked away from Ginny. Of course it had been an accident that he ran into her. Well, a half accident. Draco knew she always walked by the Great Hall on the way back to her Common Room, but he had yet to figure out why he decided to walk that way too.

He was still mad at her, but his desire to see her overpowered everything else. Though, her reaction to seeing him did not help his disposition at all.

He, Draco Malfoy, had lowered his standards enough to actually like a Weasley, and the stupid girl didn't even like him back. Draco growled unexpectedly, and a passing First Year squeaked and ran down the hall.

His frustrations were getting to him. He wanted her attention. He wanted to talk to her, make her laugh, or just listen to her tell him off for being conceited. His Death Eater practices of late were getting more and more difficult. And Voldemort had taken to making sure that he was sufficiently brainwashed. Draco felt alone and dark and he sure as hell didn't feel like himself. He missed Ginny, he wanted her back; he wanted to feel normal again.

But there was no way he was going to be the first one to talk, especially when she treated him with such obvious hatred.

"Muggle blood," Draco repeated, and the entrance to the Slytherin dorms slid open. He made a mental note that he needed to change all of the Common Room passwords at the next meeting, then sighed as he remembered a whole list of things that needed his attention. Everything was suffering in his life just because of one red-headed girl who decided she liked Harry Potter better than him.

Draco sighed in frustration and rubbed his eyes.

"You like her, don't you?" Emlyn curled up in a chair across from him. Draco was waiting to speak to Blaise, and decided to hang around in the Common Room until the Slytherin returned.

"I like a lot of 'her's, Emlyn, you'll have to be more specific,' Draco drawled, turning his icy glare on the blonde beauty before him.

Emlyn was undeniably gorgeous, but Draco would have to be convinced with an Unforgivable Curse to actually try anything with her. From the first moment he had seen Emlyn, with what seemed like the strength of a hippogriff, pin Blaise painfully against the wall for attempting to flirt with her, Draco was persuaded to stay away. But, she still intrigued him. He knew next to nothing about her, spent a good amount of time with her, but wasn't even sure if she qualified as a friend. And he definitely didn't trust her.

"Don't play dumb, there is only one girl who could piss you off like this." Emlyn did not smile, in fact she rarely smiled at all, but she cocked an eyebrow at him instead.

"You're pissing me off right now," Draco suggested darkly.

"You'll get over it," Emlyn replied. "But when she pisses you off, you don't get over it, do you?" she smirked. "You've been irate for the past month, well more irate than usual, I mean."

"If it seems that way, it's because I've got stupid girls like you following me around," Draco said nastily.

"Don't take it out on me, Draco, I'm not the one you're mad at," Emlyn glared at him. But he knew she didn't care that he was mean. He was pretty sure she didn't like him all that much anyways, and the bruise she left on his arm after she punched him in the Great Hall solidified the idea.

But Emlyn was a girl, and he had a burning question that needed to be answered.

Draco unwillingly replayed Ginny's last words in his head over and over; he could still hear her low voice and feel her breath tickle his neck as she told him that she never wanted to talk to him again. He still didn't know why Snape let Ginny get away with whispering in her ear, but the Potions Master had decided to let it go, and Draco figured it was because Ginny was actually the best student in the class.

"I put up with you because I liked you..." Ginny had said.

"What does it mean when a girl says that she likes you?" Draco asked Emlyn suddenly. He saw her eyes glint in surprise.

"So, the great Malfoy needs help with the ladies, does he?" Emlyn said, smirking at him.

"Just answer the question," Draco growled threateningly.

"Being liked could mean something, or it could mean nothing. Personally, if someone who says that they 'like' someone else, it isn't really all that impressive," she shrugged. "Now get someone to tell you 'You piss me off,' or 'I know you,' or…" she laughed a little when she said it, "'You make me nervous,' and you know you've got their attention. Anyone can say they 'like' you, but it takes someone special to evoke a more creative emotion."

Draco eyed her curiously, hoping she would continue, but Blaise walked into the room and immediately went straight for Emlyn. Draco watched as Emlyn got up quickly and left before Blaise could ever make it to her.

"That girl is unearthly," Blaise sighed, sinking into the chair Emlyn vacated and watching her walk out of the room. "I wish she would at least talk to me."

"I can't believe you didn't get the hint when she threatened to knock off your nads if you came near her again," Draco scoffed at the dark haired boy.

"She was just playing hardsies," Blaise corrected him, and Draco almost laughed. Was that what Ginny was doing, playing hard to get? He shoved the idea out of his mind and got on with the Head Boy business he came to take care of.

0000

"Voldemort is still convinced that his plan is infallible," Severus said in his greasy voice. "He has sent out teams to find the Aspect teacher, and plans to use her to create an Aspect of his own. I am positive he still does not know that two of the Aspects are alive."

"So now it is the question of will his plan work?" Dumbledore asked him.

"Though it is a bit eccentric, I believe his logic is undeniable. If an Aspect can help destroy Voldemort, then why can't one destroy Potter?"

"Because the Aspects were never meant to destroy Voldemort, Severus, you know that," Dumbledore replied.

"So does he, Headmaster. His plan is not for total destruction of Potter, but an Aspect that can bring Potter to his knees so that Voldemort can finish the boy himself."

"He is looking for the easy way out," Dumbledore said, though it seemed as a thought that popped out.

"Undeniably, including the fact that he does not mean to use the Aspect Teacher for himself, rather train another in the art," Severus replied.

"I assume Voldemort has not heard the entire Second Prophecy?"

"Yes, Headmaster, I have not revealed it to him."

"Good. Maybe in the end, his lack of information will lead too his downfall," Dumbledore smiled sadly. "Do you know who he is training?"

"No, he has kept that information to himself, actually. It is a surprise to me that I have not yet learned," Severus said almost viciously.

"Come now, Severus, you are doing wonderfully," Dumbledore said softly.

"But, this is not what I needed to talk to you about, Headmaster," Severus growled impatiently.

"Yes, I know. Voldemort grows irritated," Dumbledore said seriously.

"He knows I have information on something about the Aspects, I can only hold him off for a bit longer," he said lowly.

"Then the time has come," Dumbledore agreed.

"Tell him of me," another voice added in. Severus' glared at the woman.

"I am still at a loss as to what you have to do with this very private meeting, Madame Morticai," Severus said nastily. Dumbledore ignored him.

"Are you sure, Damaris. You know what danger you are putting yourself into?" his eyes were wide over his half moon spectacles.

"Yes, I can not risk having Emlyn and Lukas discovered. Reveal me, and let it be. Hopefully, Voldemort will stay ignorant about the children for as long as possible," Damaris replied, her eyes were sad but fierce.

"Headmaster, what is she saying?" Severus choked out.

"Severus Snape, meet the Aspect Teacher you have been protecting, Madame Damaris Morticai. She is the one who brought Lukas and Emlyn Bryce to us for safe keeping after the attack on their family. I am afraid, Madame, that we did not do the job we hoped," Dumbledore apologized to her. Snape's mouth was hanging open in disbelief, making him look even more gaunt.

"You know what you must do, Severus," Dumbledore commanded, and with incredulity still written on his face, he bowed out of the room, leaving Dumbledore and Damaris to contemplate their decision.

0000

Ginny leaned back against the cool wall of the corridor and set her full book bag down on the ground. She got a note from Harry at lunch to meet him here after her last class this afternoon. She glanced down the hall way once before she pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes. It had been a rough day for her. She had really made a mess of things with Draco, and it seemed they were both at their breaking points. And running into him definitely made it worse. She felt that he wanted to talk to her to set things right, but maybe it was just her imagination, just her hoping that it was true. They hadn't voluntarily spoken since she whispered in his ear, granted, she did tell him not to talk to her again.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of parchment Harry had given her when they first started practicing in the Dueling Arena.

She looked down at Harry's scratchy handwriting.

Conluceoarum, it read on the front, is a rare gift that is bestowed only upon witches. Though not an Aspect, it is a division of the Aspect powers. It is most like the Aspect Lifter and the Aspect Elemental. The Conluceoarum draws in power from her surroundings and uses them to manipulate the thoughts and visions of people around her.

"It's pretty easy to find when you know what you are looking for," Harry had said when he had first given her the paper, and it was true. Ginny found out more and more each time she researched Conluceoarums.

She smiled to herself, then flipped it over. Harry's handwriting appeared, though only she could see it. It was the password to the Arena, and it changed daily. She memorized it, then stuck the parchment back in her bag and approached the carved doors.

"Se'velta," she repeated, and the heavy doors swung open just enough so she could slip inside.

For weeks, they had been practicing. At first, Ginny could not disappear before Harry. He could always see her, but gradually it changed to where she could completely manipulated Harry's thoughts of her. The only draw back they found is that Harry could feel her using the power. If she tried to become invisible in front of him, even if he had is eyes closed he could sense where she was because of the Power she was using.

"You're behind the column near the window." Harry was now lying flat on his back with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed, using his Power to find Ginny, who had disappeared before him moments before. He leaned his head backwards and watched her release the power and appear from behind the column. Harry heaved himself to his feet.

"You're getting really good, Ginny. I don't really know where to go next with this."

"Well, come and get me then," she smirked at him as she melted into the background of the room. Harry knew where she was exactly but decided to play with her.

"Ginny…" Harry called, as he felt her power shift as she moved towards the other side of the room. Her walking was now silent, as she could not control the sounds she made, but he felt her sneaking up behind him. He let her get close before he turned and ran straight for her, she laughed out loud and turn and ran but Harry quick hands grabbed her before she could get three steps from him. His hands moved down to her ticklish waist.

"HA! Harry, DON'T" she gasped as she collapse to the floor laughing. He knelt over her and kept tickling, and she released her power.

She playfully tried to shove him off, but he moved his hand up to tickle her behind her neck. Ginny squealed, "Harry! Stop"

He immediately stopped, and Ginny gasped for breath. "Harry, you know I hate it when you do that." She looked up at him, but he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were focused on something behind her. She bent her head backwards. "Oh..."

Shit, she thought. Harry rose and put his hand down to help her up. She took it gratefully.

"What's this, Potter? Play time with your girlfriend?" Emlyn's hate radiated through the room.

Harry had no idea how to respond. He couldn't tell Emlyn about Ginny, but how could he explain her being here. He turned to Ginny and whispered, "Gin, go back to the common room, I'll be back in a bit. I have to settle this with her."

Ginny nodded knowingly, and grabbed her bag. But before she left the room she looked back to see Harry as she had never seen him: powerful, animated, and completely infatuated. She smiled to herself as she shut the door and headed back towards the Common Room.

Another chapter done, another on the way... and holy $&!# am I excited for you to read what is coming up in the next few chapters! woot!

Some love for my reviewers: Shalita (what kind of fics do you mostly read? p.s. Ginny is my favorite character too! well, besides Draco, of course lol) Starfall (i am in awe of your review, it was wonderful and certianly made my day! Your comments are so helpful and I am so happy that you like Emlyn! She can be difficult at times ;)) Mrs. Green (thanks for the encouragement! i hope you like this chap too!) Alexandria J. Malfoy (your review made me laugh out loud, thank you for brightening up my day! I hope this chapter helped answer your question too!) Kirrashi (im sorry about the frustration! I love angst, but im trying not to prolong anything, because that annoys me as well. but he does find out..eventually!) Sweetness (first off, I love your name. It's the title to my very most favorite Jimmy Eat World song, I wonder if you've heard it? Anyways, thanks for the review! I hope your excited about what comes up next too!) katie (I hope this helps!) Blackrougefillie (I am extremely flattered! I'm so happy you like the Draco/Ginny parts because those are my fav to write! (and my favorite to read as well!))

And love to all my readers! I wouldnt forget you, even though I have no clue if you're actually out there...

So, another update is coming quite soon, so again, stick around! I'm so pumped to hear what you guys think, so read and review! until next whenever, -xxx