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Motion

Harry never in his life needed more sleep. The same dream haunting his mind at night, even

the day. Ron had caught him more then once in the time since he started having the dream, looking off in the distance, day dreaming, then coming back to reality with a shake and looked and acted weird for the rest of the day. Sleeping potions, brewed himself, didn't even work, the dream was to distracting and haunting. Ending always the same way, the dream attacked his mind at all times, and he was becoming moodier with Ron, which of course Ron didn't take shit from his friends, got moody also.

Ginny's accident didn't help Harry's mind either. He'd been frantic and almost cried when he first saw Blaise carrying her up to the castle. His Ginny, uncontious, dead looking. Even now, sitting in the common room with Ron and having Dumbledore's word she'd be alright, he still wasn't convinced.

His head in his hands, Harry looked down at the marble floor. Ron stared at his friend. He'd tried talking to Harry about it, trying to get him to confide in him like he wished he did, like he used to.

"Harry, man, common, I know there's something more worrying you than Ginny, I see it on your face every day. It's just not like you to be this way unless it's Voldemort. It is, isn't it?" Ron asked.

"It is, but it's not important," Harry replied, hoping Ron would leave the topic.

"Don't be such an idiot, I know you better then that to just agree with you. It's something big. I've seen you nervous and lose sleep, but never like this. You know something big is going to happen don't you?"

"Please Ron, leave it."

"You'll feel better talking about it. You know me, I wont give up until you tell me. I can be just as pig headed as you." Ron gave Harry a knowing look and a nudge to prove his point.

Harry gave a sigh.

"You can be a real prick when you want to be, you know that?" Harry asked, giving in.

"Of course I know, I have two brothers who tormented me and I learned from them how to be an ass, what do you expect from living all those years with Fred and George?" Ron smirked.

"I suppose. OK, I'll tell you. I've just been having non-stop bad dreams about Voldemort and I still haven't found the other Horux's. I haven't even been spending a lot of time on it, although I suspect Dumbledore has, but that's beside the point," Harry said.

It wasn't a total lie. He was having bad dreams, just the same one over and over again. He didn't need to go into details, he was sure Ron could get the gist of it without the gory details.

"Now don't you feel better?" Ron asked.

"Not really, there's still Ginny to worry about."

"She'll be fine. If I can pull off flying off brooms and getting attacked by weird brains and turning out ok, I'm sure she can pull this off. She's stronger than me and She's already started stirring. Oh man, you know what you made me forget about? I'm going to kill Blaise in his sleep. How could she have feelings for a Slytherin? How could she do it to you?" Ron asked, this time putting his head in his hands.

Harry had forgotten that detail. When he saw the memory from Blaise he'd gone cold, watching him watch her with a fascination he knew only too well. His watching her from her hospital cot while she slept was in the same manor as he, Harry himself, was watching her.

Another thing, Hermione. He'd seen her pull Draco Malfoy in by the hand. He knew they were together from his and Hermione's argument and his and Draco's talk, but it still hadn't registered. Harry was surprised Ron didn't take more anger out on Draco, seeing as how he always suspected that Ron liked her. He supposed that it was only because he was busy trying to get Blaise's eyes off his sister.

"Don't you think you should be a little bit more concerned about Hermione?" Harry asked.

"No! Hermione abandoned us for the furry white ferret so no, I'm not worried about her."

"Not even a little bit? I mean I know you..."Harry stopped where he was.

"You know I what?" asked Ron.

"...liked her?"Harry started easily.

"Oh please! Lavender thought the same thing. Why do people think that just because we're friends that we're soul mates? It very well could have been the two of you instead, why me?" asked Ron, throwing his hands up into the air.

"Because you two bicker all the time," Harry said simply.

"I... wel... anyway, it's not right for him to stare at my sister!" Ron said, changing the subject not to smoothly.

"Your impossible, you know that?"

"You're the one who should be more worried about Ginny. He's taking her away from you." Ron said.

Harry had thought a lot about this. He had broken up with her only on the pretense of the upcoming war. To protect her was his promise to himself. However, they had still remained close to each other for a while, acting when together, as a couple. This had made him happy, but he didn't think it was enough. If Voldemort could now reach into his mind, he very well could come up with the information on his and Ginny's status. When she had stopped talking to him, looking at him or anyone for that matter, and even disappearing from Ron and her friends, he began to worry. Now he knew why she'd done it. She'd been going through whatever it was her and Blaise were going through and all because he had abandoned her for her greater good. Or was it? He thought he knew that she thought of herself as a distraction to him, for even before Blaise, she had asked him if she was bothering him, or asked him if she could sit with him. It was all being pieced together, and now, maybe she was finally getting lonely enough and needed something a little less dangerous. Maybe it was time to keep his promise to himself.

Little did he know that she craved danger. If something bad was getting in her way of something she really wanted, she would plow her way through it, until it was solved. However, Voldemort wasn't something you could easily plow your way through, and that was what got to her. She was finally breaking down.

Above them in a different tower Hermione, Draco and Blaise were looking nervous and confused, looking from one another, to Ginny, and to the others again.

The fact that they all had undermined the other was now gripping them, and the fact that the biggest secret they had yet to hold was told and now they felt as if they were naked. Never, could either group imagine what they had witnessed or been told, in a million years, and yet, here it was.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco had had enough of the silence and had leaned forward toward Blaise to ask him the thing that was on all their minds.

"For the same reasons that you didn't tell me either," Blaise knew this was true, there was no way either would risk all they had incase the one was a trader.

Draco smirked and leaned back in the chair once more. Hermione spoke this time.

"How long?" she asked.

"Seems like years," Blaise wasn't giving up much.

This of course did not satisfy Hermione's vast curiousness and need for knowledge. She leaned back in her chair also and huffed.

"OK Granger, I don't know, I really don't, satisfied?"

"Fine," she said simply.

"Ok, well if your so eager for info, then tell me some and maybe I'd remember," Blaise teased her.

"September first," Draco spoke up.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"The fascination started September first, don't you remember? I know you saw me in a different light that night," Draco looked sideways at her and gave her a look of 'don't try to deny it.'

"Yes, but we knew, knew long after that, wasn't until like November wasn't it?"

"You guys don't have a clue do you? And you wanted answers from me? We're not dating, I just happened to have feelings for her and have some weird connection with her. And I thought I had it bad," Blaise smiled triumphantly at the other two, they hadn't a clue.

"Maybe so, but that still doesn't mean anything," Hermione said.

"Oh give up Granger. Anyway, it doesn't matter how or when it happened, it just did, cant we leave it at that?" Blaise asked.

The three started talking in detail about everything. Blaise told them about Trewlawny's prophecy as well. Of course Hermione sat for ten minutes in silence trying to figure out if it was a real prophecy or fake like she thought Trelawny was.

"I don't get it. Trelawny's a total fake most of the time. How can she just have random prophecies? It's as likely for her to have a random prophecy as it is for us. As well, for her to name the four of us as the ones to lead future generations into the future it's self, I don't get it."

This dumbfounded Draco. He knew what it meant, he was just surprised she didn't for once.

"You honestly don't get it? It means that because we're Slytherins and Gryffendore's and we're together, that it will lead into the future interhouse friendships and relationships, as well as produce more and greater tolerance towards pure and 'mud' bloods, and the different houses." Draco said.

Hermione looked dumb struck. She couldn't believe that she hadn't figured it out, that was so simple of an idea.

"Why didn't I think of that? It's so logical!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"You try to hard babe, take er easy once in a while and don't be so hard on yourself, I can be smart to you know." Draco laughed.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.

"Fine, fine, I give up. Anyway, I hope she wakes up soon, I need to go do my rounds and you need to head up to bed my sweet, you have such a temper when you lose sleep." Draco pinched her cheek teasingly.

"You both can go, I don't expect she'll be waking up for another forty minutes. I need to stay and sort something out with her, I'll up date you in the morning. She'll be ok." Blaise said.

"Ok, I guess we should head out then... tell her I was here and tell her whatever you wish to about us, she'll find out soon enough." Hermione said getting up and leaving the hospital wing.

Hand in hand the two controversies left. He wondered what would happen to them when everyone knew about the two couples. What would their families think? Worse, what would the Slytherins and Gryffendors think at first? Some how he knew that that part of Trelawny's prophecy was right, the houses would eventually follow suit according to them, leading a knew set of ideas and a newly changed set of people, into the future.

As he sat there, he continued to think while watching her. Every twitch Ginny made left him on the edge of his seat, leaning toward her, hoping she'd wake up. Finally, at eleven o-clock that night, she stirred.

Ron was sitting in the Gryffendore common room by the fire. Even from his spot in the very corner of the room he could hear all the buzzing of the other Gyrffendores, humming over the event they saw in the corridors that afternoon. Hermione and Draco's rampage through the halls up to the hospital wing caused much staring and whispering, including many Slytherin's with mouths wide open. This event of Hermione pulling Draco by the hand was what all the fuss was about.

The fact that a Slytherin would allow himself to be pulled along by a Gryffendore was unspeakable, not to mention her 'dirty blood' on his hands. As well, she was a girl, forcing along a guy, just didn't happen with high up societies like Draco's family was a part of. For another thing, it was Hermione, the mudblood, know it all Gryffendore pulling along her worst enemy by the hand, the distinguished and purest of bloods, a Slytherin no less, Draco Malfoy. Wasn't something you saw everyday. In fact you never saw it, not since the early days of the magical world.

Ron was getting sick and tired of all the gossip and the, "How could she possibly hold the hand of that Ferret boy?" He was mad enough as it was and he had had all the stress he could take for that night. Two big blows to the mind and heart in one night, way to much. He was surprised he was still sane and not ranting about the devil possessing his sister and making her fall in love with the devils advocate. He couldn't take it anymore.

He ran up the stair case and into the boy's dormitory. Stomping over to his bed he threw across the curtain and covered himself in his blankets.

"BLOODY FRICKIN FRICK HELL! HOW COULD THEY BOTH DO THIS TO ME?" he yelled.

His breathing heavy and his face red with frustration, he laid down on his bed and tried to relax. This of course didn't happen. All he could think about was Hermione and the ferret and his sister and that prick. He decided he needed to go for a walk.

Ginny woke up late into the night. When she looked to her right, she found a sleeping Blaise, right where she'd last seen him. She hopped he'd still be there when she woke up, and seeing him made her smile. For the first time in her life, she felt like all she ever knew was wrong, and she was happy about it. Blaise's head was in his hands, propped up on the side of the bed. Ginny touched his hand, but he didn't stir. She rubbed it gently and after a few tries he started to stir. When he saw her he was startled and immediately started questioning her on how she was feeling.

"I'm fine weirdo, leave me alone or I'll punch you, and don't you think I wont, I've punched my own brothers for much less. Why are you still here? Didn't Madam Pomfry tell you I'd be ok?" she asked.

"Yes, but I still wanted to be here. I've been away from you for so long, I needed to feel what it was like to be read like a book again, to feel someone else's emotions and thoughts against my own. It's been far too long," he said, knowing far well that what he'd said sounded mushy.

"What time is it?" she asked him.

"I haven't a clue, late I'd imagine," with sarcasm he smiled, teasing her.

"Go eat slugs," Ginny replied, giving him a evil grin.

"Oh, how harsh and cold madam can be," he said.

Ginny just looked at him.

"What is it you want Blaise? You didn't wait here all night just to see me wake up. There's something you wanna say or talk about, come out with it,"

"What you gonna do? Bumble me to death if I don't tell you?" he said.

She nodded her head.

"Ok, I just wanted to know what you thought about all this," he said simply.

"Thought about all what?" she asked.

"Did you see the light when you fell beneath? Any memories of me flash blindingly across your eyes?" by the time he had gotten to 'flash blindingly' he could no longer keep his laugher in and for five minutes after that, he continued on his quest to rid his body of the now, painful giggles with no prevail.

Ginny had punched him and slapped the back of his head numerous times before he stopped and finally he stopped laughing enough to hear her curse at him.

"Stupid moron of a ferret's friend. Common, tell me really why you're here," she said.

"OK, I'm here because I had to know what you think of me now. I've been alone since you stopped being around, there's no one who can read me, exchange thoughts with me, to love and hate me anymore, and it's just to strange. I need you now. It's not going to make that much more of a splash since Hermione and Draco have been discovered as well. I think I believe in Trelawny's prophecy. We are the ones to lead in a new set of people, who can ultimately change how the others view others and help change the future of the magical world. I really cant get by it all, and if you think differently, well, that's just the way it'll have to be, but I think it's worth taking a chance on me, on us, on the world," he said.

He didn't have to wait long for her answer. It came out of her mouth and was music to his ears. All he'd been waiting for, working for, living for, all his life was changed by her words.

"I think it's worth the chance, and I need it," Ginny replied.

Draco and Hermione were back in their common room. All that had happened left them silent all the way back and finally followed them to their rooms. Draco went into his and on his bed was a letter.

Draco hesitated when opening it. He knew who it was from.

Draco,

Meet me in the room of requirement at twelve pm tonight. Think of a place that you would use to talk to me with a fire place.

S.S.

"Fuck," Draco said simply.

With shrunk shoulders he wandered out of the common room to do his rounds, wondering what he was going to tell Snape.

Draco journeyed through the corridors, wandering at first to pass time and procrastinate, thinking of a lie he could tell Severus, but there just wasn't one. He also couldn't tell him that he hadn't gotten any information, he'd been given plenty of time and his and Hermione's relationship had been going on for a while. He had to make something up, but what?

When Draco got the door of the room of Requirement, he thought of the common room, it was comfy enough and was somewhere he felt relatively calm most of the time. When he opened the door he found a splitting image of the very same room. It's red couches were shaped the same way as in the common room and the fire place was just as warm and bright. He went and sat down on the couch facing the fire and waited.

His gaze at the fire and his vision blurred was interrupted by a once again familiar, but unwelcome face in the fire. Severus's voice rang out and Draco was not pleased to hear it again, no matter if he was his favorite teacher or not.

"What do you have for the Dark Lord Draco? There must be something by now. The Lords getting impatient and says it's been long enough." Snape said.

"I don't really care what the Lord has to say, I'm only doing this to stay alive." Draco said.

"No matter, what do you have?"

"I have gained the trust of Hermione and little trust with her friends. I have come across some information that will lead them to trusting me for they have similar situations. Harry has been tired for many months now and Hermione tells me she suspects bad dreams. Is the Lord inserting them into his brain or is he just dreaming them?" Draco asked.

"The Lord has been inserting bad dreams to throw Harry off, but those dreams could be off setting others, it will please him to know Harry is growing weaker." Snape said.

"Yes, as well he has been separating himself from the others, not because of me, but I suspect because he doesn't want to endanger the lives of his friends like he feared with dating Ginny. I know that he still has feelings for her, for I saw it in his eyes today when Ginny had her little accident. Now as far as the order is concerned, Dumbledore has been sealed in his office for quite some time, no ones seen him so I'm guessing he's in there or is out poking around in someone else's business. Harry and the others have remained at school and as far as I know Hermione has no new news. She still refuses to tell me anything, but these are fairly accurate assumptions based on observation on my part and well as what I've heard. Harry is quite distant from Dumbledore which is a good thing and is growing ever more tired each day from lack of sleep, continuing his distancing from the others, making their trio and friends weak." Draco concluded with that.

It wasn't a lie and it wasn't the truth. Draco didn't tell him anything that couldn't be truth or a lie, just basis of observation. Nothing important was said although he made it sound like it was all important. In fact, some of it he just bullshitted to make it seem like things were going well for the Lords side.

"It's good Draco, but you still haven't recovered what we need. You should have had a talk with Dumbledore about trusting you and where your place was in Hermione's life, getting her to fully trust you is important, although it'll hurt her and you in the end possibly when you abandon her for us. Just another one of life's kicks in the butt." Snape said.

"It'll be no sadness to get rid of her I assure you." Draco said.

This killed him to say for he thought that just then he was abandoning her for their side, just for saying he didn't care.

"Your such a liar Draco, you turn red when you lie. I know because I've known you since you..."

"...were a child and helped raise you like my own, I know. I'm not lying, well partically not lying. I don't care, the only thing I would miss is warmth around me at night." he said, secretly crossing his fingers behind his back like he used to do as a child.

"Even so, don't screw this up Draco over feelings, you can have your pick later, when all this is done. She's a mudblood, fuck her." Snape said.

"Don't say that. I mean I'm so sick of hearing it, I say it too much and I'm sick of it." Draco said looking at the floor.

Snape gave Draco an odd look. He knew something was up.

"Ok, well if that's all, have more for me for next month. The end is near Draco, we need you."and with that he was gone from the fire.

Draco smiled to himself now. He hadn't said anything that was ultimately dangerous to Hermione's side while at the same time making it look important. Happily he got up off the couch and went for the rooms only real door. Draco stepped out and turned the corner to the hall going toward the hospital wing. He thought he'd check up on Ginny and see if Blaise had left yet. He started walking a few meters up the hall when he spotted Ron.

"What's he doing out this late?" Draco thought.

He followed him up the corridor and to the hospital wing, where he poked his head around the door but kept in the shadows. Ron was walking slowly over to where Ginny lay. Blaise was no where to be seen thank god for his sake, but Ron didn't look like he had malice on his face, merrily hurt. Draco watched him as he walked around the left side of Ginny's bed, giving Draco full view of him and Ginny.

"How could you do this to me?" he said simply, holding her hand.

At this Ginny awoke with a jump.

"What the hell Ron! What are you doing here? It's late, you should be asleep like I was you git!" Ginny said, lowering her eye lids to a slit.

She looked at him like this for a couple seconds, turned on her side and closed her eye all the way. She stuck her index finger out towards the door, indicating him to leave.

"I'm not leaving until I talk to you. The whole school is buzzing about Hermione and Draco and how Blaise carried you up to the castle and wouldn't let anyone touch you, keeping you in his arms until he reached the wing. He defended your friends and I have to wonder why? Why did he carry you like he possessed you, why did he talk back to me about telling Harry to shut it, why would he care so much to save you and stay with you half the night. What the hell was so dammed important to a Slytherin to protect you and all you believe in and love?" Ron had inched quite close to her by then and was whispering in her ear.

Ginny reached up and punched him in the nose and then propped herself up in the bed and stared at him evilly with hatred.

"As for me doing this to you, I never meant to do anything to you, in fact this has nothing to do with you. Another thing, I don't care what the castle thinks of me now and I know that Hermione and Draco don't care either. A third thing, Blaise loves me, yes I said it loves me, that's why he was so determined to not let go of me, he didn't like not being able to feel me against him, he was terrified. For another thing, he defended Harry because you were being an ass to your friend and he thought that he would be nice for once. He also is so closely in tuned to me that he's the only one I can go to, because I cant talk to you anymore, I cant talk to Harry, he doesn't need to have me on his shoulders as well as the free world, and I love him too. That's why it was so damned important for him to do everything he did today. I'm ashamed of how I treated him these many months now and it's not going to continue. Now you have it all, so shut your big mouth and turn toward that door and kick yourself in the ass all the way back to the common room." and with that she glared dangers at him and laid down roughly and went to sleep.

Ron was stunned. He couldn't believe what she had just said to him. His eyes showed a sign that his mind was clearly overwhelmed and was still trying to process all she had said. It just wasn't working however and with that look still on his face, he shuffled out of the wing.

Having been passed by Ron, Draco had the same dumbfounded look on his face. He knew Ginny could be the fiery red head that she was, but that was something that would come from a God in his bible if he'd had one. He wasn't sure if he should walk in and talk to her about what he'd over heard and if she really did love Blaise or to just let it go and get back to his rounds. He figured that it wouldn't be a good idea to "wake" her, incase he made her mad and she dismember him. He turned on his heel and left her there, having more respect for her and decided not to chase after Ron. He thought Weasley had had enough of getting into trouble and annoyance to last him a while that night. Draco headed down the corridors to the hidden hallway leading to the Heads dorms.

He now knew that the times were going to severely change, and that Snape was right. The war WAS coming soon, and peoples lives and ideals weren't the only things that would be put under scrutiny.