Authors Note: Ahhhh, the sweet serenity that is writing...HEY KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE YOU HORNY LITTLE VOICES! Ahhhh, there we go. And here you go! Straight into Chapter 2! Love you guys, and you Mishavay! Pdp 4 you ok? Love and all that shit, me.

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Chap 2: The Problem.

There are so many problems in the world. We drown in our own to forget the pain of all others.

Ginny wrapped her arms around her shivering body and twisted herself further into a ball. She sobbed silently into her pillow. This was commonplace to her. The early morning wakeup and the stream of memories and familiar pain.

There was a small noise close to her and her body tensed. She looked around and saw it was only Mask. She squirmed closer, tears still running down her face. She smiled a little though and picked the owl up. "Good morning Mask." She greeted her.

Mask made a small noise and snuggled into the warmness in her chest. Ginny giggled and rose out of her bed, only putting Mask down long enough to pull on her new robes. She picked the bird up again and headed for the door her belly doing flips as she remembered who would be there. Harry Potter. She sighed and took the steps one at a time.

She looked around the Gryffindor table and was relieved to see them all seated, she chose to sit far from Harry and placed herself beside Luna. "Good morning." She greeted her friend.

"Oh, hello Ginny." Luna commented, reading the Quibbler.

Ginny smiled and began to eat breakfast. She was half-finished with what was laden on her plate when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She looked up, heart pumping.

"Good morning Ginny. How are you?" The small blonde asked with a smile.

Ginny had to smile back even though she was disappointed it was not Harry confessing his love to her. "Hi Meara, what are you doing over at the Gryffindor table?"

She spared a glance to the other table and saw Draco watching, not looking to pleased but without true anger. "Well..." Meara said, shifting her feet. "I have a problem. I need your help."

Ginny frowned and stood up slowly, forgetting everything but the girl. "What is it Meara? What's wrong?"

Meara smiled a little and looked at Luna. "Not here, come out into the hallway with me."

Ginny nodded and left, telling Luna she would be back soon. She followed the young 11 girl out of the Great Hall. "Ok Meara, what is it?"

"I need help." The girl said, chewing on her lip, all traces of a smile gone. "I couldn't go to Draco and your the only other person I trust."

"You trust me?" Ginny asked, taken aback. "You barely know me."

Meara's smile returned faintly. "I still do. Please concentrate Ginny. You won't tell Draco will you? Promise and I'll tell you what's wrong."

Ginny was uncertain. "Will he kill me for this?" She asked seriously.

Meara looked thoughtful, as though she had not considered that. "If he says hell hurt you you'd better tell him." She conceded. "But then he's the only one ok?"

Ginny reluctantly gave in and nodded. "I promise." She turned concerned eyes to the little Malfoy and wondered why she cared so much. This was Lucius Malfoys daughter after all. She pushed this aside. If this was the wind up to some big joke, so be it. She clutched Mask closer to her side. "Go on."

"... Ok, well." Meara began uncomfortably. "I have a different Mother then Draco and my mother is a Veela."

Ginny processed these rushed words. "Ok, so your part Veela." She concluded. "What's the problem with that?"

"Huh? Isn't that like, scary?" Meara asked nervously. "I mean...Well, Lucius has this problem of temper that passed to everyone in our family..."

This did not register to the older girl to begin with, then the clogs in her brain begun to move and it hit her. "Shit, berserker blood and Veela." She commented quietly. "Oh Merlin Meara, you poor girl."

Meara smiled again, though her eyes shone with unshed tears. "That's why I need your help. I need to find something that won't let me get angry. If I change when I'm in an argument with Snape..." She let the sentence drop.

"Ok, ill work on it, see what I can do, ok?" Ginny promised.

"Thank you so much!" Meara smiled broadly and wrapped her arms around her slim waist. "I knew I could count on you Ginny."

Ginny smiled faintly, hoping she could help her, though she was struggling to see how this girl could get mad. "I'll do my best."

They parted and Ginny yelped seeing they now had an audience. Draco was leant against the wall. "You have class now Meara." He reminded her.

"Ok, thank you Dray." The part Veela smiled. She kissed Draco's cheek and took her books from him. "Have fun in Charms!"

Draco watched her go, a curiously friendly expression on his face. It faded though and he turned to face Ginny. "What did she say to you?" He demanded.

"Huh?" She asked.

"What did Meara tell you?"

"Can't say. I promised." She told him, turning to walk away. He took hold of her shoulder and she flinched at his touch, adrenaline rushing through her and numbing her toes. She suddenly wondered if she was the one with the Berserker gene. "What is it Draco." She asked pretending the tingle wasn't there.

Draco removed his hand. "Just tell me then...Should I be worried for her?"

Ginny thought both the question and his tone through. "Not for her no." She conceded. "She can take care of herself." She turned to look at the Slytherin Prince. As usual, he was looking calm and snobbish. "We have Charms together. The advanced Charms class."

"Yeah, so?" Draco asked, though he had not known that.

Ginny shrugged. "Just making sure." She commented and walked away.

Draco watched her go and scoffed at himself, so what if she had a sexy arse? He shouldn't have been looking!