Draco didn't take the news well, as Snape had expected. The teenager stared at him blankly, trying to make his mind process the information given to him. His face had slowly grown pale and his eyes were watery. Snape wondered if he should leave the boy alone, but his thoughts were put on hold by Draco moving away from him, trembling.

"Draco?" Snape asked cautiously.

Draco said nothing, he kept on backing away from Snape. Eventually Draco backed into the cupboard behind him, still blank, he turned around and looked at it. He placed his finger on a dusty saucer and let his finger glide over the filthy rim. He whipped the dirt off on his pants and turned his head back to Snape.

"These yours?" he said in a shaking voice.

"Yes, they belonged to my mother. See the "P" set in it; in Golden leave? Stands for her last name "Prince"." Snape said conversationally, but his voice cold. He wandered silently why Draco was talking about his mother's saucers, instead of attacking his old professor to death.

"You value them?" Draco continued in the same voice that you would never have expected from the old Draco. No, this voice sounded sad; possibly afraid.

Snape nodded, not seeing where Draco was going with this pointless conversation. But before he knew it, a saucer was thrown at him. Snape ducked right in time, and only to get up to meet more flying saucers; all aimed neatly for his head.

Snape continued dodging them, only hit by one. The saucer shattered at Snape's side and he yelled out a muffled gasp of pain.

Draco only stopped throwing saucers when he ran out of ammunition.

"What w-" Snape began to yell but Draco cut through him. "What was that for? Killing my parents." Draco answered simply in a regained cold voice.

"I." Snape started jerkily. "DID not kill your parents. You-know-who did. And it was your bloody fault."

"My fault? How? I was supposed to kill Dumbledore. I was almost there! But no! You and your ego had to interfere and kill him for me! When I was perfectly capable o-"

"No you were not. You were shaking like a little toddler." Snape interrupted, clutching his side.

"I was. If I only had a little more time. But thanks to you; he killed my parents because I supposedly didn't have the guts to do it. I DID! If you would only have let me, they did not have to die…" Draco yelled, ending his sentence with a sob.

Snape stared at the teenager. The boy had talent. Until he started to have little feelings like regret. Now all that was left of the once ambitious death eater; a little crying boy. Lost in his own little world of grieve; Draco cried.

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Ginny, Tonks and Hermione stood fussing over a cauldron of stew when Lupin strolled into the kitchen. He watched the two teenager's debate weather they should add onions, or not. He chuckled when he saw the slowly reddening face of his love; Tonks.

"No Ginny! Onions will only give it a funny taste!" Hermione said in exasperation.

"Tuh tuh! As if the stew won't be funny enough with all that stuff you added to it." Ginny replied, placing one hand on her hip, and the other was wagging its finger in Hermione's face.

If looks could kill, Ginny would be dead and buried.

"ARG! You NEED tomatoes in a stew! That is just a rule!" she shot back.

Ginny raised an eyebrow and laughed meanly. "Dearest Hermione, where have you read that? In "The cooking book for dumb otters" perhaps?"

Hermione virtually growled and hissed through clenched teeth, "That; Ginervra Antoinette Weasley. Is NOT funny."

"Ow but it is." She chuckled back.

"Fine, for your standards…it is yes!" Hermione said with a smirk.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ginny said furiously.

Lupin watched slightly dazed, this certainly wasn't the dull evening he had planned. He sat back and enjoyed the debate, barely noticing a red head sitting down next to him.

"Lovely isn't it?" Ron joked.

Lupin nodded and turned his head to the beaming Ron.

"Are they always like this?" he asked, mildly interested.

"Recently yes. Don't get it. Mad about something. Ginny been avoiding me too." Ron explained with a sigh.

"Tension I suppose." Lupin said knowingly.

"Yeah but it is damn annoying. God I wish Harry was around. These two haven't been much fun. Always bitching about something. Ginny ignoring me, and if I hang around Hermione she is always talking about how mean Ginny is. Not exactly aware that Ginny is my sister I think. Used some rather foul words….blimey, really foul words."

Lupin smiled in his fashion of understandment and said jokingly, "Must be the time of the month. For both of them….or they were hit with a permanent PMS charm…heard of that once…." He said, looking way, lost in thought. Ron laughed but stopped when a very agitated voice screamed at the top of her lungs.

"WILL YOU TWO BICKERING HO'S PLEASE SHUT UP!"

Hermione and Ginny both went silent and turned to their work; Hermione slicing Tomatoes, and Ginny cutting onions.

"Excellent." Said Tonks in her regained friendly voice, and got back to work herself.

Ron and Lupin exchanged worried/humorous glances and decided it was best to start talking about something else. Quidditch.

"Gosh. I thought I heard yelling from here! But you all seem alright. Is the stew almost done?" a mother voice asked, just entering the kitchen.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley! Almost ready!" Hermione answered quickly, sounding a lot like a house elf.

"Good, good." Mrs. Weasley tittered, putting down the laundry basket and now bustling over to the cauldron and examining it.

"Yes I believe it's ready….DINNER!" she called out to the hall. Almost immediately a thunder of foot steps made their way down into the kitchen. The entire Weasley family, Hermione, Lupin, Tonks and Mundungus seated themselves at the large table.

"So how is the business going?" Mundungus asked in fake interest to the Weasley twins.

"Spiffing." Fred answered brightly.

"Marvelous." George added.

"So well." Fred laughed.

"Couldn't be better." George said with a smirk.

"How much did we make last week George?" Fred asked his brother mockingly.

"Oooooh, about156 galleons." George answered happily.

"Great." Sighed Mundungus, clearly not meaning it. He hated that these two little bugs were having a better business them him. Ron snorted when he saw Mundungus's defeated expression, and the triumphant smirks on his brother's faces.

But the small bubble of happiness burst as quickly as it appeared. On the other side of the table there were two heated voices.

"What am I doing wrong now Ginny!"

"O nothing. Nothing at all. If you don't count that you are eating like a pig." Ginny answered airily. Hermione looked stunned, so did the rest of the table.

"Ginny that's enough." Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"But it's not!" Ginny exclaimed with a smile, now turning back to Hermione.

"Sorry." She said.

"That's okay-" Hermione started but then Ginny said with an even wider grin.

"Sorry my mistake. You were not eating like a pig, but like a beast."

Mrs. Weasley gasped and gave Ginny a light smack across her check.

"Not only that Hermione. You are not only a beast. But a mean, self-centered, lying, worthless BEAST!" Ginny said, screaming the last part.

Hermione just stared at Ginny, a tear rolled over her check and onto her plate.

"Your right-" she started saying.

"No she is NOT! Ginny what is wrong with you?" Mr. Weasley said from across the table.

Ginny stood up dramatically and sighed. She pointed to Hermione, "Her and… (aiming her finger at Ron) him." She said coldly.

"But why?" Lupin started.

"They won't tell me." Ginny said with a sob.

"Wont tell you what?" Fred said eagerly, no one noticing that Hermione and Ron both turned their heads.

"What they are up to! Something is going on between them and Harry! They are going somewhere, and they won't tell me why…or where! I want to know! I need to know……..because…..BECAUSE…..I love….him." she said, raising her voice until the end. Her voice went low, almost audible when she whispered the last three words.

There were a few gasps and a small thud. Ginny spun around and the people at the table turned their heads towards the door.

There at the opening stood Harry. His mouth slightly open, his trunk right of him, his broom under one arm and Hedwig's cage besides his left foot.

Ginny inhaled sharply, "Ow fuck it all!" she screamed in frustration. With that; she ran out of the room, passing Harry without a second glance. Hermione stood up quickly and said, "I'll go talk to her." And she hurried after her best friend.

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Okay, second chapter done…no reviews…:(

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O well hoped you liked it! Poor Drakie-poo, should have let him throw more saucers at Snape, tuh tuh.

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