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Chapter 9

"Ginny?" Harry inquired as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. He looked around and saw her flaming red hair sticking out from her hood. He walked over to her and sat down next to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, pulling the hood off of her head. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

"Hey hey hey, why are you crying?" He asked as he pulled her into his lap. She grasped on to his arms and sobbed into his chest. He stroked her hair soothingly, trying to figure out what had happened. She murmured something into his chest and he pulled her away so he could hear her.

"Say that again."

"Malfoy told me that you were going to be killed. That there was a plot against you. I don't want to lose you," she blurted out. He held her to him and rocked her gently as thoughts filled his head. A plot. That wasn't the least of his problems. He knew that it was time for him to tell her about the prophecy.

"Gin, there is something serious I need to tell you," he started. She pulled away from him and looked at him, a confused look crossed her chocolate brown eyes.

"Before I was born there was a prophecy that had been made about Voldemort. It said that he would chose a boy who was born to parents that thrice defied him. That he would chose this boy who would be born as the seventh month dies. That's all he knows," Harry stopped and looked around. Everything had changed. He couldn't be loud about this. The information that Harry knew now was dangerous. He knew that. He lowered his face to her ear and whispered.

"He didn't hear the last part. Either I die or he does. We can't both live while the other one is alive."

"What! But, that means..." Ginny started, trailing off as her heart found the answer. Harry nodded.

"Yes. I must kill him or he will kill me. You know this now and you must keep it secret. What Malfoy said to you is nonsense. I can handle his father. It's Voldemort who is my real enemy."

"But then either way I may lose you!"

"Yes. So let's make this year important. Just incase I do. . ." Ginny cut him off.

"You're not. I swear by everything that is within me that you will not die."

"You can't swear that Gin. It could happen."

"No! I swear on my magic that you will not die!"

A bright neon yellow light surrounded them, swirling around them before suddenly falling upon them.

"What just happened?" Harry asked her. Ginny shrugged.

"I have no idea."

"Did you just cast a spell?"

"I don't know. Do you think we should ask Dumbledore about this?" Harry shook his head.

"No. Whatever it was it didn't harm us so we're fine. Let's just forget about this and go and get you some dinner." Ginny smiled at him softly, allowing him to pull her to her feet. She placed a soft kiss upon his lips and gave his hand a squeeze.

"Thank you. For being my boyfriend," Ginny said with a wink. He smiled and chuckled.

"Any time."

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"We have to go patrol right now, Ron. You know that's what our duties are!" Hermione argued as they walked into the Gryffindor Common room after dinner.

"Yeah, so what? I don't want to go."

"But we have to."

"No we don't. We can just ask Harry for the map and then we can spend less time patrolling and more time doing what we want."

"That's cheating, Ron."

"It's called inventive, Hermione."

"How is it you work so hard to be so lazy?"

"I'm not lazy!"

"Yes you are, Ron and you know it. All you ever do is work to be lazy."

"I do not."

"Prove it."

"I practice for Quidditch to get good!"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! If it isn't Quidditch or wizard's chess you don't do a darn thing!"

"I do to."

"Really? How often do you ask me to help you with your homework because you only have that night to work on it, instead of doing it early? Hm... Tell me how often do you do that."

"That's not the point, Hermione!"

"That's EXACTLY the point, Ronald!"

"Don't call me Ronald."

"And what is it with you and your name! You act as if you are so abused by using your full name."

"It makes me sound stupid."

"It does not!"

"It does to!"

"You are so infurating!"

"So are you, 'Mione!"

"My name is Hermoine. Not 'Mione or Hermy or anything else!"

"Once you stop calling me Ronald I'll stop calling you those things."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Harry and Ginny walked into the common room to find the two squaring off in the middle of the room. Harry sighed and shook his head.

"I bet you two couldn't stop arguing with each other," He said. They looked at him.

"I most certainly could!" Hermione protested.

"Yeah right. Neither one of you could go any amount of time without fighting each other."

"Yes we can!" Ron argued.

"No, I just don't believe it. Harry's right. You couldn't," Ginny jumped in.

"We can and we'll prove it. Starting right now," Ron said.

"Yeah. We'll show you. Come on, Ron. We have prefect duties to attend to," Hermione said. With that they walked out of the room. Harry waited until the portrait door closed before he let out a laugh.

"This should get interesting," Harry said admist his laughter. Ginny nodded.

"Very interesting indeed."