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Your happy ending...

Hermione and Victor burst intothe bath room, wands drawn. Ginny Weasley knelt before a full lenght mirror, tears streaming down her face. Hermione ran to her friend, who clutched her. Victor looked around for what had caused Ginny's pain. Finidng nothing, he returned to the girls, shaking his head to Hermione's questioning look.

Hermione gently disengaged herself from her sobbing housemate. "Ginny, what happened?"

Ginny shook her head violently. "She took him!" She sobbed. "That bitch!"

Hermione looked up at Victor and shrugged. The he in question was most likely Draco, since he seemed conspiciously absent. But Hermione was damned if she could figure out the female in this equation.

"Who, Ginny?"

Ginny lifted her tearstained face to Hermione. The beautiful freckled face was twisted with inhuman rage. "Brooklyn Jones!" She hissed. "That bitch came through the mirror and took him."

Hermione looked up at Victor in alarm. He drew his wand and approached the mirror. He ran his wand over the mirror. "A spell hast been used to repair this mirror recently. Cover your eyes."

Hermione drew her bathrobe over her's and Ginny's heads as Victor smashed the glass. She lowered the robe and watched him run his wand over the blank wall.

"A powerful transportation spell has been used here."

Hermione rose to her feet and ran a practiced hand over the runes engraved there. "These are the runes for Shive's Teleport." She moved closer to Victor and he put his arm around her. It felt nice. Working together with him.

"That takes powerful Dark magic. A Malfoy could do it."

"So could Brooklyn," Hermione added. "I over heard her in class the other day. Her mother's family comes from a long line of Dark Wizards."

"Told you."

Victor and Hermione spun to see Ginny. She had her wand in her hand and a murderously calm look on her face.

"Ginny, be reasonable. Brooklyn may have just been working under orders. She might have been under Impervius. Not all of Voldermort's supporters are dead." Hermione tried to reason.

Ginny looked up at her friend with red rimmed eyes. "You don't get it. I don't care why Brooklyn did it. The point is she did it. He is mine!" She growled. "He's the first man since Harry who I've loved. I thought you would be happy for me."

"I am!" Hermione protested. "But won't it be better to let the law handle this?"

Ginny laughed humourlessly. "The law! What can they do? Nothing. I love him, Hermione. And nothing is going to take him from me."

Ginny started past them and Hermione grabbed her arm. Ginny looked down at the diamond ring on her friend's finger. Her eyes softened again, threatening tears. "I see." She looked at Hermione again. "You got your happy ending. I guess I was wrong to think you'd help me get mine." She pulled her arm from Hermione's grasp and tore from the room.

(A/N: Buuuuurrrrnnnn! Poor Hermione. She got told. Ok, enough of the ghetto lingo. Now that everybody hates me, Next Chapter, Ginny reflects on her feelings for Draco while trying to find him. Three guesses where this chapter takes place and the first two don't count.)