A/N: Ah, I love you guys…Anyway, Thank you Karms (you're just going to have to wait and see…) and Swimfan (I just realized that you are a reader from the WAY beginning back in '03. Whoa, thanks for staying with me, truly)

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'Stupid Pansy and her stupid accusations. I so know him…Don't I? I know that he doesn't like his father, but I guess that's common knowledge. Well, I know about his helping the Ministry, I bet Pansy doesn't know that! Shit!' Ginny thought as her Potion began to spill over. A fog over took her table but it didn't get any worse than that.

Snape hustled over, pushing a couple of students out of his way in his chilly manner. "Weasely! What did I say about adding a pinch?" His eyes scanned the table checking out the damage. "You students will be the death of me," he mumbled walking away. Not too long after that the class ended. Ginny was a little confused. He didn't punish her, not even a little bit. She gathered up her things slowly. As she was half way out the door Snape called out.

"10 points from Gryffindor for being late," he murmured distractedly. He was rustling through his desk seemingly looking for something.

"That's it?" Ginny blurted out. She winced. 'Hello! What's wrong with me? Think then speak,' she mentally chided. She waited in the door way for his response. She was preparing for detention.

"Hmm, well. One would think you have enough on your plate," he looked up at stared at her and wryly added, "for now." He then continued searching through his desk.

Ginny looked back at him, he was mumbling something; she slowly walked out of class. Before she could mull over any of today's happenings she so gracefully collided with another person. It was probably the last person she wanted to see but that of course meant she was going to see him. For the briefest of moments they were together in an awkward embrace. She could feel his breath on her neck and the heat from his chest. Before she let herself fall into his essence she pulled away. Unfortunately she made eye contact. Draco's sliver eyes looked, uncharacteristically, tired and there were bags under his eyes. She felt the stab of worry jab her heart. Before they looked suspicious Draco wordlessly pushed her to the side. He walked past without the slightest hesitation.

She let in a slow breath and began her walk back to the tower. She ran into some of her friends who were jovially meandering about the school.

"Ginny!" Tara exclaimed. "We were looking for you!" she was walking a little weird. She came over to Ginny and tripped on her own feet and fell into Ginny arms.

"Is she okay?" Ginny asked the rest of the group. She spotted Luna amongst the group but the other people she didn't really know.

Luna skipped over to Ginny and grabbed Tara from her. "She's fine. A bit too much fun for her," Luna said suggestively. She tried to get Tara to stand straight but she slouched back down every time.

"Oh." A bit too much fun was another way of saying a bit too much to drink. "Where are you all going?"

Luna dragged Tara with much effort to the other girls and tossed her fluid body on them to hold up. "I can't tell you that," she giggled. "It would spoil it." She told the other girls to go on ahead of her. "Plus, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble. Your brother might come after me," she laughed.

Ginny joined her. "Hardly. He is so busy with Mary that he wouldn't notice. But you guys have fun and be careful. Tara tends to get really unpleasant when she's drunk." Ginny turned around to start her trek up the stairs. Ah, the hardest part.

"Thanks Gin."

By the time Ginny reached the fat lady she was beat. She was tired from her restless night and the emotional drainage from seeing Draco. She muttered the password. The fat lady didn't budge.

"I warned you about mucking around with strange boys," she reprimanded strangely sounding like her mom.

"Good news travels fast eh?" Ginny pouted. She didn't need to be yelled at by a painting. Stupid school and its ghosts that hear everything that goes on inside its walls.

After receiving a not to friendly look from the fat lady, she opened up. Ginny drug her feet and collapsed on the red couch. In her attempts to get comfortable her cape (that she wore to the dungeons because there was always a nasty draft) fell to the floor. Slowly her eyes closed and her tired mind sought rest. Some hours later she was awoken by someone shaking her gently.

"Gin? It's dinner time."

She reluctantly opened her eyes. "Mmm…food," she drawled.

She threw her legs over the edge of the couch and rubbed her eyes. Her awaker turned out to be Harry. He looked rested since the last time she saw him.

"Oh, something fell out of your cape." Harry pointed to a neatly folded note on the table in front of her. "I put it there so if you woke up before I came back you'd notice it," he rushed out as if he was proving that he didn't futz with it in any other way.

"Okay. I'll be a minute, Harry," she warned.

"I hate walking down there alone. I can wait." Harry went to other side of the room and sat a chair.

Ginny sat a minute and took in a nice long breath. Then she mind remembered the note. Who gave her a note? She picked it up and carefully unfolded it, trying hard not to rip it. The paper was a cream-ish white and looked like it had been folded and unfolded many times. In the back of her mind she knew who wrote it but she didn't want to get her hopes up for nothing. Alas, it wasn't for nothing. It was from Draco.

Will you meet me at the astrology tower tonight? Sometime after dinner. Whatever time fits you best. I will wait. If you can make it signal to me at dinner.

Draco

Of course she'd met him! How could she not? She knew it would be awkward and it would be difficult but she still had feelings for him. She suddenly remembered where she was and that Harry was still waiting for her. She jumped to her feet and tucked the note into her pocket. "Sorry." She blushed a tiny bit.

Harry just shook his head, "not a problem. Let's go."

A little while into the walk to the Great Hall the two actual began a conversation. They had mended things over Christmas and it seemed that the mend was going to last. 'So long as he doesn't know about Draco,' Ginny thought to herself.

"Why so tired this morning?" Ginny asked.

"Rough night. You?" Harry looked over to her.

All of her emotions of the prior night overwhelmed her. She tried to affect calmness. She was surprised that such an innocent question could catch her so off guard. "Same," she lied shakily. She then became very quiet as she was silently reeling from her tidal wave of feelings. Harry was going on about something, she couldn't concentrate on him. She was too busy focusing on the fact that she didn't understand anything about what was going on with her.

"Hey? Are you okay?" Harry stopped.

"Yeah, fine." Another lie.

He forced her to look at him. "I'm sorry," he said earnestly. It wasn't his fault. It was a simple question that Ginny had just freaked out about.

"Its not you." Ginny shook her head and looked away. "Look where we are."

They were about 20 meters from the entrance of the Great Hall. She panicked before going in. What signal was she supposed to give to Draco? Gathering herself, she coolly walked in. Harry walked faster, reaching the table seconds before her. He was obviously starving. She looked over at the Slytherin table. She found Draco and next to him Pansy. Both were staring at her but Pansy was staring intensely, as if she was trying to set Ginny ablaze. Ginny looked back ahead of her and winked her eye that was closest to the table. She hoped it was subtle but that it also was noticed. When she sat down she knew Draco got her message. He had the makings of a smile on his face.

She was too anxious about her meeting with Draco to eat much. She did eat the flaky rolls though. Her brother, oh so humorously, mentioned that she ate like a mouse. She threw her roll and it hit him in the face. He then retreated with Mary to do God knows what. Sadly, Ginny hadn't seen much of Mary. She was thinking that she would have to have a talk with her. But that would wait until she had figured her own stuff out.

Dinner, of course, dragged on. It was completely unexciting but apparently she had missed a really fun food fight the other night. While she was being served with super bad news her peers were throwing soggy bread and gravy. A seventh year Ravenclaw built up the gall to throw a piece of roast beef at Snape. It landed in his hair and slid down his face. The people who had seen it said his facial expression was priceless. Oh well. Dinner was finally ending and Ginny waited a little bit. She didn't want to be one of the firsts to leave. She normally wasn't, so it would be a tad suspicious if she did.

She left with a group of people that she wasn't friends with at all. That way people would loose sight of her after a while and she wouldn't worry about the people with her wondering where she was going. She was nervous. She was curious. She didn't want to go and did at the same time. Her emotions were becoming so complex anymore. Deciding to pay attention to where she was going, Ginny forgot about her emotions for a while. The torches weren't burning so bright, forcing her to squint. Under an oddly bright torch she spotted Filche's cat. It was staring directly at her and looked as if it was staring in that direction the entire time. Ginny's heart jumped; she was dead for sure. She would be slapped with detention for the rest of the year. Filche hated Ginny after what happened her first year even though his cat was fine AND it wasn't her fault. She made it top priority to never cross paths with him again.

Ginny was frozen still. She stared at the cat just waiting to hear Fliche's coarse voice float down the hallway asking if there was someone, something there. She waited. Nothing. After a bit the cat lurched out and scratched Ginny exposed shin. It quickly scurried down the hallway and Ginny listened to it retreat further and further away. Ginny briefly looked at her cut, having received many from Crookshanks to know what that sort of scratch looks like. She continued down the hallway, never hearing Fliche's voice or anything to detect his presence at all.

She made it to the tower door. Her eyes scanned the old wooden door. She closed her eyes and collected her thoughts. After opening the door the cold night air rushed over her body. The stars were shining bright and the moon was large. The balcony was nicely lit. Breaking her observations she heard, "Glad you decided to come."

The disembodied voice seemed to come from behind her. She hadn't realized that she was so far from the door, which was closed now. "Glad to be here," she lied. Standing there she concluded that she didn't want to know what Draco had to say. She didn't want to be handed any more news. She could barely handle what she had now.

Draco walked to where she stood. He looked so innocent in the moonlight. She couldn't help but admire his perfect face and his freckle. "I supposed you're wondering why we are here." He took her silence as a yes. "I have something very important to tell you."

Ginny worriedly asked, "Is it bad?" No use hiding her apprehension from him. Not after what they would go through.

"That depends on your view of bad."

"It's bad isn't it?" She crossed her arms. He remained silent, clearly calculating something witty to say that meant yes but sounded like no. "Just tell me already."

Draco took a deep breath. "We are not the only two that know about our situation."

'Duh! He dragged me up here for that!' she thought. "I know. The teachers know too."

He was thrown off a little. "No, I meant we're not the only two students."

"What?" She was not happy about this. "I didn't tell anyone, I swear!" She was trying to figure out how they were found out so early. She hadn't even told Mary.

"I'm not blaming this on you." He shook his head and grabbed her arm. "Dumbledore was the one. Actually, this person knew even before you." He dropped his arm and looked down.

"Who?" Ginny was slightly offended. Why was she always the last to know?

Draco paused a minute as if he was now debating whether to tell her.

Ginny could kill him; there was no way he was going to make her wait in suspense. "Draco!" She yelled at him.

"It's me," another voice rang out from the shadows.

Ginny whipped around. Her eyes strained to see a figure approaching. When the person was under the moonlight she could see it perfectly. And she died. Her arms fell from her chest to her sides. She leaned forward making sure she had the person right. "Harry?" She breathed in disbelief and anger.

"Me." He was standing with his arms crossed and a somewhat cocky grin on his face.

She turned back around and Draco was gone, he went to over to where Harry was. Ginny stared at the two boys in her vision. "What the hell is going on? Draco, when were you going to tell me about this?"

"Well, I was. But, we got in that fight and then I decided not to and then you got knocked out and," he rushed, his arms telling the story as well as his voice.

She cut him off, "You mean he knew about this since before break!" She was pissed. This meant that everything that Harry had told her about Draco being 'dangerous' was true. It meant that he was right! It meant that she had been a complete ass to him when he was totally right.

"Well, yeah but," again he got cut off.

"But what? But I wasn't important enough to tell?" She had her hands on her hips and completely forgot about Harry standing there.

"No, of course you're important," Draco said caringly. He too apparently forgot about Harry, and looked over to see if Harry had heard him. Judging from the menacing look on his face, Harry had heard. "I mean, it wasn't like that."

"Well, what was it like. 'Cause I would really like to know!"

Harry decided to help Draco out. "Ginny, this is a long story. Now, just calm down and everything will be explained." Harry had tenacity about him and Ginny decided to back down. "In the beginning of the year Dumbledore called me into his office. He wanted to me to help out with an assignment. He didn't give me any details concerning the purpose of the assignment and I didn't ask, yet. I first asked who I was helping and he told me." Harry stopped and looked away.

"Who?" Ginny felt oddly detached from the situation as if she was watching a muggle film.

Harry didn't answer. Draco did, "Me."

"I declined," Harry said shortly.

"You refused! Tell her the truth," he demanded.

Harry shot back, "okay so I was being pigheaded. I thought that Draco was the helper. I, however, was the helper. So when I refused," Harry squeezed out the word, "Dumbledore allowed Draco to do it on his own."

Draco grinned and walked up to Ginny. He whispered to her, "Do you remember our first kiss?" After seeing her nod he supplemented, "those two events occurred on the same day." He was still smirking at her and she blushed remembering it.

"But that doesn't explain how you know about us." Ginny shifted her weight staring right at Harry.

"Everyone knew you two had a thing for each other. I found out from observation that you guys were actually 'together' or whatever you want to call it. Ron later confirmed it by asking me to be okay with your social life which could only mean Draco," Harry finished.

"Merlin Potter! Get to the good part already," Draco requested impatiently.

"Well, after Draco got in a pretty bad scrape," Harry was interrupted.

"It was all out brawl, please! Give me some credit!" Draco whined good-naturedly.

"Anyway, after that he wasn't allowed to go out without some help. I volunteered." Harry looked down at his nails.

"Why did you volunteer?" Ginny looked from Harry to Draco waiting for an answer.

"After you defended him so adamantly I figured he couldn't be all that bad." Harry smiled at them both.

"Was she right?" Draco taunted.

"Shut up," Harry snapped jokingly.

"He knows you were," Draco whispered to Ginny.

Harry rolled his eyes. "After I volunteered it got pretty quiet and then Dumbledore told me about the letter." The mood had lost it childish tone and was now stuck in a serious bog. "And that's everything."

So, Draco and Harry were partners while trying to help the Ministry of Magic track Draco's father. Her life was, officially, ridiculous. Just when she figured everything out, the rules change. Perfect.

She noticed that her hands were shaking; the cold air was finally getting to her. "Okay, well, I'm going to bed." And with that she simply walked back inside the school and headed to her dorm. She really needed to get some sleep, and she really needed to warm up.

Draco and Harry just stood there staring as if they couldn't believe Ginny just left like that. But really, what did they expect? "So, did that go well?" Draco turned to Harry for an answer.

"I'm…not really sure." Harry tilted his head in confusion. He looked at Draco, "What? How should I know?"

"You've known her longer," Draco said simply. Harry didn't answer and continued looking at the door. Draco shook his head and walked back inside as well. He was tired but he needed to talk to Ginny alone.

"Not really," Harry mumbled sadly.

Draco heard Ginny retreating feet loudly slapping the floor. He caught up to her easily. He stalked her for a little while and then walked up really close behind her. He waited for to respond to her newly formed paranoia that he too had. He waited for her to spin around and shout into the darkness demanding to know who was there. He wasn't disappointed.

When Ginny turned Draco was already there and he caught her on the lips. It was surprising and Ginny nearly had heart failure. But a second into the kiss she realized who it was and she felt her adrenaline ease. As soon as the kiss ended she asked, "Oh, sure, you think a kiss will make everything all better?"

"I my perfect world it would," he quipped. He smirked her enjoying how well he executed the kiss.

"Okay, well have fun in your perfect world." Ginny turned and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" He asked perplexed.

"Some people need their beauty sleep," she laughed.

He caught up to her again and grabbed her by slinking his arm around her waist. "Then why would you be going to bed?"

Sometimes he was too cute. "When did you become such a softie?" She arched her eyebrow.

He kissed her on the check and answered, "When everything became so tough."

Harry walked alone to his dorm. He truly hated walking the hallways at night. There was always some memory associated with each hallway. Each step he took reminded him of the good times he had with Ron and Hermione back in the day. He wasn't even an adult yet and he already felt so old. With each morning his heart became heavier and heavier. Each day his head filled with more and more regrets. Each night his conscience was dying with more and more guilt. He passed a broom closet and remembered the time Hermione locked Ron in there when she got pretty mad at him for making a snide comment on her need to finish her homework right when she receives it…

She was nice and cozy underneath all of her covers. She was also very warm but her hands were still shaking a bit. She chalked that up to her conversation with Draco and Harry. When she was first delivered the news she couldn't have been more pissed. And then she began to understand the situation better and then she didn't know what to think. She left them both so she could go think but Draco destroyed that ever happening by creeping up behind her. He wanted to know if she was okay, she told him it was fine. She also explained to him what had happened between her and Harry. He laughed, she kicked him in the shin, it all worked out. She decided that she would give a formal apology to Harry in the morning. But first she was going to have to go to sleep…

BAM! "Ow."

Ginny woke up when her head connected with the cold, hard stone floor. Slowly, she got herself up and rubbed her head. "That's ganna leave a mark." Pulling back the curtains she noticed it was indeed morning. She figured that since she was already awake she would get ready for classes. When she had finished with everything she could possibly think of doing, she still had an hour before Breakfast was even served. She grabbed a Teen Witch Weekly and decided to cozy up on the couch in the common room.

She had been reading an article, "Friend or Foe?" when she was interrupted by a hoard of students coming down the stairs. Amongst them was, of course, Harry. She grumbled a little, knowing that she had to make good on her promise. He noticed her, of course, and decided to take a seat right next to her. Ginny didn't have the kind of luck for him to not notice and keep walking.

"Whatcha reading?" He was certainly chipper this morning.

"TWW, but it's the December issue so I think you've already seen it," she retorted good-naturedly.

He smiled, "haha very funny. You're up early. Aren't you usually late to breakfast?"

"Usually," she drawled. "But I had a rough sleep and woke up early."

"Oh."

She put the magazine down. "Harry, I have something to say to you."

"Yeah," his voice didn't give away anything but it wasn't mean.

"I…" she swallowed, and with it went her pride. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for disregarding everything you told me. I'm sorry I didn't hear you out. I'm sorry that I treated you rudely."

Her sincerity was clear and Harry was happy to hear it. "It's okay," he smiled. "I probably would've responded just as you did."

Phew, was that a load of her chest! Now she could continue reading to find out if her friends are really 'friends.'

"Cold?" Draco asked.

Ginny looked down at her hands. She hadn't even noticed they were shaking. "No, my hands have just been shaking for some reason."

It had been two weeks since she got back from break. Tensions eased considerably with Harry and she had barely seen Mary since she was over her house last. Her and Draco were sitting on the floor of a classroom. It was their meeting spot. Even if a teacher shout spot them, nobody would punish them. They would yell and make them go back to their dorms but they wouldn't deduct points or dish out detention. "For how long," Draco asked concerned.

"Not very," she lied. They had been shaking, non stop, for 13 days now. "I'm fine," she stated.

"You look tired too." He turned his head so he could see her face properly. "You have bags under you eyes." He rubbed the purple-ish skin lightly.

She gently swatted his hand away. "I'm fine," she repeated. "I've been having odd dreams is all."

"Dreams?" Draco perked up. "What kind of dreams?"

"Dreams that usually lead to me falling off my bed," she answered bitterly.

"Well, what happens in you dreams?"

"I dunno. I can't remember them." She paused a minute in silent contemplation. "Anyway…any news?"

Draco sighed heavily. "No, my father is keeping very quiet."

Ginny looked down at her hands, "I meant about Lou," she said quietly.

He could feel her fear radiating off her body. He was sure that she could feel his. "No."

Two days later Ginny was in her last class of the day: Potions. She was late, as usual. Gryffindor lost 10 points, as usual. Ginny had been keeping up with her work but only doing the minimum. She didn't have the energy anymore. Her lack of sleep was really starting to catch up with her. All of her teachers flashed concerned faces as they watched her hand in sloppy work through half opened eyes. Even Snape was beginning to show signs of pity, in his own mean and awkward way.

"Today, class, we will be working on a sleeping potion," his eyes darted over to Ginny whose head was only held up by her arm. "Its not that difficult so I should expect you to finish it by today, if not, then you will be doing two potions tomorrow…" Snape babbled on. He was going over all the ingredients that she would need. She mindlessly wrote them down as he talked. "…you will need most importantly, Sage Root." And he again looked over to her with a smirk on his face.

She worked hurriedly and precisely. This not so difficult potion, turned out to be a very tricky one at that. You had to put the, finely chopped, Sage Root in at just the right moment or the formula would be completely ineffective. She thought that she got hers in correctly but there was only one way of knowing that. However, she would never know personally because at the end of class all potions are handed into Snape so he can evaluate them. She would find out in, usually, 2 days or so if she got it right by the grade she received.

Class ended and students bustled to get their potions in a container to hand in. She took her time and didn't spill a drop. She had gotten this part down to perfection, well, almost. There was that one time at the beginning of the year where she had spilt nearly all of her potion but that didn't count because someone had smacked into the back of her elbow causing her aim to be totally off. Most of the students were gone and the few that were there were gathering up their things. She walked up to his desk and delicately placed the container in front of him.

He looked up from his work. "You seem pretty confidant." He examined the container closely. "Judging by the color, it would seem you got this right."

She beamed. She didn't ruin anything by coming back at him with some cocky retort. She made a move to walk away but Snape stopped her by telling her to wait. She tentatively walked back. "Yes?"

"Just to make sure," he said as he placed a vial of his own in front of her. She looked at him curiously and took the vial. "Don't plan on making it to your first two classes tomorrow."

She stared down at the vial in her hand. "Okay." Just before she left she called out, "thanks."

About five hours later she was sitting next to Draco in the same empty classroom they always met in. They were being quiet as neither of them had anything interesting to say and were merely enjoying the other persons company.

"So, the weirdest thing happened to me today," Ginny stated randomly.

"Yeah, what?" He asked distractedly. Draco was staring at the floor whilst he made the vein like cracks wider.

"Snape was...nice…to me." She looked at him thinking that would give her some sort of reaction.

Draco was still busy with the floor. "Oh. How so?"

"He gave me a sleeping potion. Well, we made them in class today but he gave me one that he made." She took the vial out from her cape.

After the briefest of looks, "Yeah, that's nice." He immediately went back to his chipping.

"Draco?" She sang sweetly.

"Uh huh," he responded without looking up.

"How does Snape know I haven't been sleeping well?"

"Anyone with a set of eyes can tell that."

Ginny pushed him.

"Hey! What was that for?" He lost his interest in the floor.

"Snape has never once given two shits about me. Why would he now? He wouldn't unless someone asked him to," she hinted.

He met her gaze confidently. "So you think I asked Snape to keep an eye on you?"

"No, I think you asked Snape to make a sleeping potion for me though." She smirked at him but doubted he could see it in the dim candlelight.

He did though. "Why can't you be happy that my connections got you some good stuff?"

"So you did!" She grinned.

"So what? Snape likes me, so since I speak so highly of you, now you can get some special treatment," he responded triumphantly.

"Oh, you speak highly of me, eh?" She smiled at him in a cocky way, a way that she learned from him.

"Just returning the favor," he smirked.

Ginny took the potion. It worked. She slept. But her dreams still tormented her. Even though her eyes were closed she received no rest. It had been two weeks past that and she noticed that her hands and her jaw now trembled constantly. She had to keep her mouth tightly shut and her hands clasped to hid the condition. She got barely any sleep and she got barely any work done. It got to the point where Draco and Harry forced her to go see Madame Pomfrey.

She was on her way there. It was a Sunday morning and she was tired as hell. She didn't go to sleep that night nor the night before. She was running on the energy she gathered from a nap taken during Defense against the Dark Arts class two days ago. She felt like a zombie, walking with her feet scraping the floor, her head hung down, and her body weaker than ever.

"Ms. Weasely! Sit down, sit down!" Pomfrey ordered, already telling from her appearance what was wrong.

Ginny happily sat down on the comfy mattress.

"Now, I think I already know what your problem is, but just in case: what is wrong dear?" Pomfrey stood staring down at her with big caring eyes.

"I haven't had a good night's sleep in a while," she was interrupted.

"A while? Estimate how long please."

Ginny thought a second, "two weeks."

Pomfrey clicked her tongue. "Anything else?"

"I've been shaking non stop for four weeks. It used to be just my hands but now its my jaw too. And just the other day I noticed my feet shaking as well," Ginny listed off.

Madame Pomfrey furrowed her eyebrows. "Interesting. Did you hurt yourself at all?"

"No."

"Have you been known to have these problems before?"

"No."

"Hmm…" The older woman stood and thought a minute.

'That can't be a good sign,' Ginny thought to herself.

"Did you take any sleeping potions?"

"Yes, but it didn't help. It let me go to sleep but I have these wild dreams that are so intense that I don't wake up rested." She yawned.

"What happens in your dreams?" The older woman was rubbing her chin in thought. Trying to figure out Ginny's ailments.

"I don't remember. Not a single one of them."

After thinking it over quite some time Madame Pomfrey decided to give Ginny some medication. It was to stop the shaking and to calm her nerves. She thought perhaps if Ginny stopped shaking she could get even just a wink of sleep.

So, there Ginny lied. Staring up at the ceiling in complete boredom and she was humming to herself. She was very calm, not shaking and very tired. Yet, she was still awake. Madame Pomfrey would check in on her every half hour. Each time she'd see Ginny awake she would make this nervous kind of face and walk away. It was a little unsettling.

After four hours of lying there the medicine wore off and her shaking began again. And this time the shaking in her feet had gotten worse. It was now more than a twitch and was an official shiver. Her jaw was more than trembling now and her hands were shaking a tad worse than before. But, that's what usually happened when she 'woke up.'

She was put on medical watch for a week. That meant that she didn't have to go to class and was excused from all work for that week. It would've been great, had the circumstances been better. Madame Pomfrey insisted that Ginny stay with her but Ginny really wanted to just be in her own dorm, in her own bed. Finally Pomfrey caved and sent her off.

It was nighttime now. Dinner was being served. She wasn't hungry. She was walking past endless hallways and the trek to her dorm seemed to be a much longer path than usual. Before she reached the stairs she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and he knees give out. She also heard the sickening thud of her head smacking against cold, hard stone. Then it was black.

Harry was looking around. His eyes jetted from person to person. No Ginny. As he was checking the Slytherin table, (hey, ya never know), his eyes caught Draco's. His too had the same nervous look about them. Wordlessly they both got up and left the Great Hall. Once they were far enough away to not arouse suspicion they approached.

"Have you seen Ginny?" Harry asked concerned.

"No, you?" Draco displayed the same amount of worry as Harry.

"No."

They started looking around for her. Draco kept thinking, maybe she was here, or maybe here. He thought of any place for her to be as long as it was in the castle. Just as he was going in to check a classroom he heard Harry.

"Oh crap. Ginny!"

Draco ran over and then he understood. There was Ginny's near lifeless figure sprawled out on the floor. He put his ear to her chest. She was alive. She was asleep. He scooped her up and started to walk up the stairs when he heard them.

"Draco?" Goyle called out. "Where'd you go?"

He snarled. "I really do hate them sometimes." He turned to Harry. "You take her then."

Harry took Ginny from Draco and proceeded up the steps.

"What do you idiots want?" Harry heard Draco spat distantly.

Harry dug into his breakfast the next morning. His toast was nice and hot and it made the butter all melty and delicious! He looked up and realized that sadly his breakfast would have to wait. Draco was waving to him from outside the Great Hall. "Always when I'm eating!"

"So, how is she?" Draco asked hurriedly when Harry made it.

"She's fine. She's sleeping soundly. I got two girls to get her to her bed last night," he answered annoyed.

Draco left with a sigh and Harry went back to his toast, now ruined and cold.

It had been all day and he hadn't seen her. He hadn't even seen the inkling of her. He hadn't even mistaken anyone for her. She was skipping class, maybe? She was finally getting some sleep perhaps? He didn't know. He was on his way to go see Snape about her symptoms. Maybe he could shed some light on the situation.

"Malfoy, how nice of you to drop by." Snape was digging through his stuff.

"Was she in class today?"

"No, she's on medical watch." He stopped looking around. "Didn't you know?"

"Apparently not. I did, however, find her passed out on the floor last night." Draco looked at his nails.

Snape arched his eyebrow. "Is she still out then?"

"I would guess so." Draco felt a little useless.

"That's strange," he mused to himself.

"How so?" Draco leaned up on Snape's desk.

"Well, she goes from pure exhaustion to comatose. Does that make any sense to you?" Snape asks.

Draco left the room as soon as he got the point Snape was making. He went upstairs to the Gryffindor tower not caring who saw. He got a puny little first year to get him into the common room. Ah, it was great fun picking on first years.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Harry laughed. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's she?" He has this strange look about him, Harry couldn't place it. It was almost like worry but it was more anxious than that.

"She's upstairs sleeping," he said simply.

"Do you know that?" Draco eyes stared intensely at Harry who just confused by the strange behavior.

Harry turned around, "Mary?"

"Yeah," she looked up from a book.

"Where is Ginny?" Harry asked mechanically.

She looked confused and answered timidly, "She's upstairs sleeping." Draco stared at her now. She looked back down unable to handle it. "I was supposed to meet Ron downstairs a while ago," she stated as an excuse and then left.

Draco sat down on a hard chair and Harry peered down at him. "What is wrong?"

"I dunno. Something isn't right…" Draco was ringing his fingers.

Harry took in a breath. He sensed it too. "Want to go check on her?"

"Okay, only one of us can go up there," Harry began.

"Like hell. We're both going."

"Fine. We have to climb up and then across. The stairs won't let boys up to the girl's dormitory," Harry said pointing out the path.

"That's weird." Draco gave Harry a side ways glance.

They both dug their fingers into the rock and went 6 stones up and 5 stones across. It wasn't very easy. The width of the space between each stone was barely big enough for their fingers and their feet were having a tough time finding a hold. It took them nearly ten minutes before they even reached the height of the dormitory. Then another couple to make it across. They jumped from the wall and landed with a thud on the stone floor.

There was Ginny's bed, second to the last on the left. The curtains were drawn. Harry and Draco gave each other a look and calmly (or as much calm as they could muster) walked up to the bed. Harry pulled back the curtain swiftly. SWOOSH. They both stared.

No Ginny.

A/N: Whoa, how long was that! I felt bad for the late update. Happy Fourth of July (a little late) to the people celebrating it. I'm going away on vacation for a week, so next update won't be till the very earliest 18. Expect it more towards the 20th though. I was recently reading though reviews and I must say I have the best readers. So what other stories have like a kazillion reviews! I've got you guys and you only are making my ego swell. I love it. I love you all. Thank you!