"Are you okay, Ginny? I know that's a bit of a stupid question to ask in a time like this but…" Harry's voice trailed off. He didn't know what else to say. He felt Ginny wrap her arms around his waist and didn't protest. He held her tight as she wept onto his shoulder.
"It's not fair, Harry," she whispered into his neck, "I-I just don't understand…"
"Shh," he whispered and continued to hold her.
Tori glanced around her room. God, it was great to be back home. Back where she belonged or so to put it. She felt a chill and turned around to face whatever or whomever it was that was glaring at her. She swallowed the lump in her throat when she saw who it was. There was no denying the white-blond hair and gray eyes that she knew ever so well.
"What are you doing here, Draco?" she said attempting to sound casual. He smiled slightly and moved towards her.
"Draco. I'm not in the mood for games. I just came back from a funeral-"
"Oh cut the crap, Ally. We both know that you're not fooling anyone with half a brain," he snapped, "You need to come back with me. To the mansion." She glared at him, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Why must everything always be so difficult with you?" he sighed and pointing his wand at her whispered, "Stupefy." They quickly apparated back to the Malfoy Mansion and Draco set Tori on his bed. He muttered, "Enervate," as he pointed his wand at her. Her eyes quickly flew open.
"Damnit, Draco. I can't believe that you'd lie to me. Again," she yelled at him. He rolled his eyes boringly and yawned.
"C'mon, Ally. We both know the truth."
"Yes, but at the very least you could've given me a bit more time to have this all planned out," she snapped, "I was actually getting somewhere…" Her voice trailed off.
"Yes? Well the Dark Lord awaits no one," Draco replied rather anxiously and then continued, "He wishes to see you…immediately." She sighed and nodded her head.