Not really anything to say so…here's the next bit!
Now all those feelings, those yesterdays' feelings will all be lost in time. – Yesterday's Feelings, The Used
It's not like I don't still have feelings for her…she knows I still do…Why would she do that? Why him? She can't honestly see something in him…
It's Malfoy…Malfoy is the reason Dumbledore is dead. Malfoy is the reason Bill's face will never look the same again…that he acts so strangely now.
Malfoy is supposed to be everything we're against.
How could she do this to us?
How could she do it to me?
It's revenge…it has to be. She can't honestly see something in him…yeah…it all makes sense. She wants to get back at me so she's flirting with Malfoy in front of me and…he's flirting back? That's not right…
So why would Malfoy go along with it? What could she possibly have offered him? It's not like she could pay him…and it's not like he would do it out of the goodness of his heart…ha…no…so why…
But that look on her face…in her eyes…She used to look at me like that…She used to flirt with me in that same way…how could she do that with Malfoy?
She has to be faking…she couldn't really be interested in Malfoy…
Could she?
But today I've wasted away for today is on my mind... – Yesterday's Feelings, The Used
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss – Mr. Brightside, The Killers
"Harry!" Ron clapped his hands sharply in front of his friend's face.
"Huh?"
"You were completely zoning out…you in your own world tonight or what?"
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I'm just…trying to make sense of all this…it's not like her."
"What are you talking about? This is exactly something Ginny would do to get back at you." Hermione's voice sounded from the corner.
Ron gave her a sharp look.
"But it's not like I approve…" she added.
"But…Malfoy of all people!" Harry spat, a disgusted look on his face.
"Well it does make sense doesn't it? I'm just wondering why she has to put me through this too." Ron collapsed into a comfy chair next to the fire, rubbing his eyes.
"It was quite a site, wasn't it…her standing all flirty with him…ugh." Ron took an opportunity to shudder here. He cocked his head to one side, hesitated, then continued. "Have either of you seen her today?"
"Not since Potions…" Hermione answered. "Not even at lunch…I think she took it in her room."
Harry just shook his head.
They sat in silence before Hermione stood up abruptly. "I'm going to talk to her." Was all she muttered as she climbed the stairs to the girl's dorms.
"Maybe she can figure out what the bloody hell is going through her mind!"
"Hmm…" was all Harry said.
"You alright, mate?" Ron asked his friend, concerned.
"Yeah…it's just…seeing her like that…talking to him I just…something isn't right. Something's going on, and it's not good."
"You're paranoid, mate. I have to admit that I would hate to see her hanging around Malfoy as well…but it's not like she's planning to dominate the earth…you know she's just getting back at you."
"How can you be so calm about all of this?" Harry exploded, rising from his seat. "How can you just say 'oh she's just hanging around Malfoy, no big deal, none at all…' Malfoy wouldn't do that just to spite me there HAS to be something in it for him. Something is UP!"
"Ginny isn't upstairs…Kendry says she hasn't seen her since Arithmancy."
"And where do you suppose she is? Out with him."
Ron stood. "Calm down, Harry. Okay…Hermione, check the library. I'm going to go up to the Astronomy Tower, she likes it up there sometimes. Harry…"
Ron paused, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I need you to not kill Malfoy if you find them. I'd like to give him quite a beating myself, but we won't be able to find any Horcruxes with you expelled."
Harry nodded solemnly. The trio left climbed out of the portrait hole.
"We still have an hour before curfew, so we won't need the cloak. Whether we find her or not, we'll come back here before curfew." Hermione suggested. The boys nodded and the three separated.
He takes off her dress now, let me go, I just can't look, it's killing me, and taking control – Mr. Brightside, The Killers
You think it's easy to dismay them, cut down, break down and betray them, You think it's easy, think again – Betrayer, Me
"You know you're taking a risk."
Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes at his cautious friend.
"I'm serious, Draco. Sure, messing with Potter and his lackies could have the potential to be entertaining, for awhile, but don't let yourself get into this. She could undo everything."
"She's just a pissed-off chick looking for revenge."
"And she's passing you information. Information that has the potential to kill you, if the Dark Lord so chooses."
"We made a deal, Blaise, she's a Gryffindor, she can't back down from something like that. I gave her her part. It's time for reimbursement." Draco made for the common room exit only to have Blaise cut him off.
"Just be careful, okay? Gryffindor or not, we don't know if the brat can be trusted."
Draco sighed. "Blaise? Who are you looking at?"
Blaise closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath.
"Answer the question, Blaise."
"You, okay? I'm looking at you: Draco Malfoy."
"And have you ever witnessed the person in front of you not exert caution where necessary?"
"No, but—"
"Do you believe that the person in front of you is not a bumbling moron and can make his own decisions, no matter how risky they may seem to you?"
"Yes, but—"
"Then trust me, Blaise. I know, you're a Slytherin. I'm a Slytherin. Trust isn't something that we comprehend, nor keep, well. But trust me on this, we'll benefit from it, I assure you."
Blaise sighed, giving up on his stubborn friend. "I don't like trusting people. Don't make me make a mistake." He stepped away and moved back to the fire, watching Draco climb out the exit and whispering to himself, "Please be right."
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Hermione Granger entered the library; quickly scanning the tables and walking briskly through every aisle save for the Restricted Section.
Where are you, Gin?
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The door to the Astronomy Tower opened slowly, startling the girl inside.
"Ginny?" Ron poked his head in.
"Er..no..sorry..just me." The girl replied.
Ron entered fully to question the stranger, noting by her blue tie that she was a Ravenclaw.
"Has another girl been up here? Gryffindor, red hair?"
The Ravenclaw shook her head. "Just me all night."
Ron frowned. "Thanks anyways…" He opened the door when the girl spoke again.
"Red hair like yours?"
Ron turned. "Er…yeah."
"Your sister? Off with her boyfriend Merlin-only-knows where?"
"Yeah…but hopefully he's not her boyfriend."
The girl gave a soft laugh, tucking a strand of jet black hair out of her face and behind her ear. "Well if he has the potential to be her boyfriend, you might want to check the sixth floor corridor on the West side. There's a secret room there, about three-fourths of the way down next to a rusty suit of armor. Couples go there to…" the girl blushed. "Well, couples go there when they want to be alone."
Ron shuddered at the thought of his sister and Malfoy wanting to 'be alone'. "Sixth floor, west. Thanks, I'll try that."
"Don't worry about it." She hesitated and spoke again, before Ron fully exited the tower. "My name is Courtney."
Ron paused, alarmed. "Er..Ron."
"Well, erRon…" Courtney grinned. "I'll see you around."
"It's a big castle." Ron said stupidly.
Courtney giggled. "Yes, I suppose it is…"
"Bye." Ron mentally slapped himself as he shut the door behind him.
'It's a big castle'…HONESTLY!
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"What have you got for me?"
Ginny looked up, startled, to see Malfoy sitting across from her. "What?"
"What have you got for me?" he repeated.
Ginny was utterly confused. "What do you mean?"
Malfoy was getting irritated.
"I mean," he growled, leaning closer, "are you going to hold up your end of the bargain or not?"
This was Malfoy sitting in front of her, but Ginny was perplexed nonetheless.
"You have got to be kidding me!"
"I assume you don't then? Change your mind?"
"What—"
"Because," Malfoy didn't give her a chance to respond. "If you plan on backing out you better do it now. This isn't some little game to payback Potter, not for me. Lives depend on this, my life, my mother's life. This is the real deal, messing around with the big boys, so you had better be sure about what you're doing."
"Malfoy." Ginny hissed as loudly as she could without drawing attention to herself. The library was rather full. "Can we talk about this somewhere else?"
He nodded sharply and stood, not waiting for Ginny before walking out of the room.
When they had made their way several floors up and a few corridors away, Ginny began. "I'm not trying to back out."
"Then explain to me why you aren't holding up your end of the bargain?"
Ginny stopped in her tracks. "Malfoy, it's been one day."
"Yes, and you got your little public appearance, so I want reimbursement. This isn't helping my reputation any, so I expect to get something out of it soon."
"There's nothing to tell. I have no information right now."
"Bull." Malfoy was definitely irritated.
"Honestly!"
"There must be something, Weasley. You have to know something."
"Malfoy, I told you—"
"Give me something, right now, or I'm leaving, and this is off."
Ginny stood before Malfoy, starting stupidly at him, mouth halfway open.
Not two minutes had passed before Malfoy snapped, "Fine.", and turned to walk away.
Oh great, he's leaving, look what you've done.
Oh no! He's leaving! Think of something! Fast!
But what?
Who cares!
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"Fine." Malfoy spun around, walking away from the flabbergasted Weasley.
Stupid Gryffindor. Of course she wouldn't have the nerve to betray them.
Draco hadn't taken six steps before Ginny called out behind him.
"Remus Lupin is spying on Greyback and his pack!"
Malfoy stopped in his tracks, and turned slowly to face Ginny, whose face was half hidden with her hand over her mouth.
"Is he now?" Draco's reply was so soft it seemed he was almost talking only to himself. He let a smirk creep across his face. "Isn't that interesting…"
And just like that you've sold your soul, to smite them, spite them, fulfill your goal, you evil, deceitful betrayer– Betrayer, Me
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Short yes, I know, but is it not lovely? Oh go on and tell me how lovely I've done!