About a week after Draco had spoken with Harry, Ginny walked through the corridor on her way to the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom. She had just left Luna on the third floor, where she was going to have a Charms- class. Reaching the corridor on the first floor on her way to the classroom, she heard a voice, sounding strangely similar to Draco's, she turned around to see if he really was walking behind her. But no. No Draco in sight. She sighed deeply. She hadn't seen him for more than a week, and considering the fact that he before that had met her every day, it seemed as though he was avoiding her. When she turned around a corner, she walked into someone.

"Ginny!" she heard Draco say with a surprised voice. She looked up and met his warm grey eyes.

"Draco", she smiled. "I've wanted to talk with you for a long time."

"Didn't he…" Draco started, frowning, but a slow and slightly arrogant voice interrupted him.

"Malfoy… What are you doing?"

"Shut up, Crabbe", Draco said with an irritated voice. "Leave me alone." Ginny looked over Draco's shoulder and saw Crabbe and Goyle standing there. Crabbe spoke again.

"You… you might want to consider changing house, Malfoy. No one want anyone sneaking around in the wrong common room, now, would they?" Draco threw an angry look at them, and then turned to Ginny. His eyes had turned cold and ironic again. She frowned.

"Draco…" she began, but he stopped her by pushing her aside very hard.

"Move over, Weasel. And don't – ever – call me Draco again. That's only for my friends." She bumped into the wall, and stared on him, with an expression of shock upon her face.

"And what am I, then? You private little…" The rest of the sentence disappeared, because Draco had thrown her a look that said everything – and nothing.

"Talk to Potter", he snarled. "That idiot will tell."

The Defence against the Dark Arts-lesson had never been so painful. Their teacher, someone Ginny never had heard the name of, weren't happy when Ginny sighed heavily for the ninth time. Then her teacher wondered with a slightly frown:

"Are you ill, Ms Weasley?" Ginny looked up, and shook her head slowly.

"Then will you please concentrate on the subject?" the woman said irritably. "Now, can somebody tell me why the 'Unforgivable curses' are unforgivable?" Ginny moaned.

On her way to the Great Hall for dinner that night, Ginny was so angry, that if it had been possible, steam would have come out from her ears. She saw Harry standing in the Entrance Hall, talking seriously with Hermione, who seemed to be very down. Ginny's anger flooded her. She walked past a few first-years who almost broke into a run when they saw her face. She stopped right in front of Harry and Hermione.

"Hello, Gin", Harry said and put an arm around Hermione. "How are you?"

"How I am?" she repeated blankly. "You ask me how I am!" Harry backed away from her anger.

"Slow down, Gin, what's the matter?" he asked anxiously.

"Why don't you tell me exactly what Draco said to you?" Ginny yelled. Hermione looked shocked on her, big tears rolling down her face. Harry seemed to feel a bit annoyed.

"Do we have to take this here?" he said instensivly. Ginny nodded furiously.

"Yes, Harry, we have to." Slowly and carefully Harry told her what Draco had said to him. Ginny's face turned red, then grey, and then faded quickly into white when her heart understood the meaning of Harry's words.

"You're – you're lying!" she said, panic stricken. Hermione put an arm around her, trying to comfort her.

"Ginny, I don't think Harry's lying. I think that's why Draco's been avoiding you."

"At least I have someone!" Ginny bellowed. "You don't have anyone!"

"Viktor Krum died last night", Hermione said calmly.

"And!"

"We were engaged." A tear came down Hermione's cheek. Ginny's anger faded away quicker than the colour of her face. She flung her arms around Hermione and hugged her tightly.

"I am so sorry, Hermione", she whispered. "Oh, I am so sorry for your loss."

"Yeah…." Ron's voice came out of nowhere. "So am I, Hermione. I know you loved him." Hermione flung around and buried her face on his shoulder. She shook of tears.

"Hermione…." Ron said in a soft voice. He looked up on Harry and Ginny. "Go away", he mouthed to them. Harry grabbed Ginny by the hand and pulled her away.

"You see?" he said angrily. "Understand why I didn't want to talk about it then?"

"I'm sorry", Ginny whispered. "Harry, I'm truly sorry, I didn't know…" Harry shook his head.

"It's okay, Ginny. She just needs to cry, and Ron's good at comforting." They walked out of the common room, walked slowly side by side out on the grounds, finally settling down near the lake.

"I just don't see it", Ginny said, and stroke the hair out of her face. "Why does he avoid me?"

"It's because of them", Harry said once again. "It's them."

"But why?"

"I don't know, Gin… You should talk with him."

"I've tried."

"Oh." Neither one of them spoke. Harry scrambled to his feet and smiled down at her.

"I need a cup of tea. Want some?" Ginny shook her head.

"No thanks. I'll stay here."

"In the mist?"

"At east no one's crying here. And it's quiet. I need to think." He nodded slowly.

"All right. See you later then?"

"Yup."

Harry walked away, leaving Ginny all alone. She didn't feel good, but she couldn't be around the Gryffindor common room. She just needed some privacy.