Author's Note: OK, bad ending and what I think, bad chapter. Anyway, the small verse up there was by me and I'm sorry if I didn't get anything write on the singing and playing piano, seeing as I don't do either. Also, I wanna thank everyone who reviewed! It helps me continue the story .


Nemo Autem Mei Amor
Chapter Three

She sighed, as she lied on the bed and watch the clock slowly tick towards dinner time where she could leave and talk with her friends and family. She turned her head and buried her face into the pillow, Malfoy was in the common room and Ginny since Ginny didn't want to join him he said he'd read or play on their piano. He had laughed when she was shock to find out they had a piano.

"Of course," he said, "didn't you see it when you came in? Oh, right, you were asleep so I carried you in here…then you woke up and told me to drop you-"

"And being the idiot you are," she snapped, "you did."

He gave her a cocky grin that made her want to slap him, instead, she rolled her eyes and moved to the bed. "Well, you did tell me too. Anyway, see you later, Freckles," he said, making her grit her teeth in her new nickname. Freckles, he was calling her freckles now because he noticed she had a bunch scattered around her nose. She turned on her back and stared at the canopy; the room was really elegant and as much as she tried to hide it, she loved it. Although, she wouldn't mind removing one thing from the whole quarter, a certain someone who's music began flowing through the crack of her open door.

She closed her eyes, and wondered vaguely if Malfoy would teach her how to play. Her eyes snapped open then, no, I don't want anything to do with Malfoy. She looked over at the clock and groaned, she still had a half-an-hour to kill and being as she couldn't leave the room for better company she was left with him…who's music was really good. When did he learn to play like that? Wait, why do I even care? She thought, and even as she thought this she found herself slowly going down the steps. She stopped somewhere in the middle, where she could see him playing. The music stopped for a moment and she winced backwards slightly, thinking that he saw her but he never looked up and soon after the short pause he begun playing a different piece. Her feet kept on walking down the stairs while her eyes watched as his hair grazed his forehead and eyes every so often while playing. His fingers would lightly tap the right key to the song that Ginny has never heard before.

She blinked, she was right next to him.

When did she get here? She thought, thinking of turning around while he couldn't see her. Then another thought came, and it was so sudden she jumped.

Who cares?

He stopped playing and she stiffened. "You can join me you know," he said, she could practically hear the smirk in his tone, "there's a duet to this song, if you want, we could do it together."

"I- I can't," she stuttered, before clearing her throat and continuing, "I can't play."

He turned around, his eyebrow up and smirk in place. "Really? Well, that's not what I meant," he said, eyeing her so strangely that Ginny felt her face burning, "I heard you had a real good voice, Freckles."

"Stop calling me that," she snapped, before shrugging, "so, what if I do?"

She watched as he smiled and patted the seat next to him. "Or you can stand," he said calmly, turning back to the piano, "the duet is both singing and playing the piano, that's what I meant. I'd really like to hear you sing."

"Hmph," she said, raising her chin slightly higher but moving towards the piano all the same, "fine. Be warned though, I can't sing low all to well that's where Ron or Charlie come in for."

"Charlie," he said, quietly, "he was head here before right?"

"Yeah," she said, she placed a hand on her lower belly like her father had taught her and placed the other onto the piano. "Where's the lyrics?"

He looked up at her for a moment before shuffling his papers and pulling out a notebook. "Don't laugh," he said, growling at her as he did so, "I write some songs down for the piano and sometimes I add lyrics--but, it's never been sung before because…well, frankly I don't have the voice."

She giggled at that and he looked at her again, the corner of his lip turning up. She picked up the lyrics and read it:

In the dark, days go by slow
Not a light to follow and not a voice to hear
Trapped inside our sorrow
We begin to see our new fears
We learn to live a lie
From something that's dead inside

She stopped, because he had cross and re-wrote so much that she couldn't read the rest. She gently touched the words that she read and titled her head to the side before looking at Malfoy who busied himself in trying to get notes right. "Malfoy," she said softly, "I can't read the rest after the first verse."

He waved a hand, in a careless gesture. "Doesn't matter," he said, breathing deep, "we could work on it later. You ready?" She pursed her lips before nodding and placing the lyrics down so she could read them; breathing in deep he begun to play. "Get use to the melody first, then sing along with it," he said.

She nodded, even though she wanted to argue she already knew this. Closing her eyes, and memorizing the lyrics in her head, she opened her mouth and began to sing them. As she sang, her confidence grew and she felt herself singing louder; repeating the lyrics as he repeated the melody so that the notes grew higher and higher. After a few times he stopped in the second line of the verse and she sang the rest on her own before opening her eyes and seeing her headmaster lounging in the seat in front of them. She closed her mouth, and dropped her head while blushing furiously. Dumbledore smiled, before raising his hands and clapping.

"Brilliant, both of you," he said tipping his head slightly, "I assume that you've done the music Draco?"

Draco nodded, "yes sir."

"And the lyrics?"

"M- Draco did them," Ginny said, her voice cracking slightly. She cleared her throat and saw Malfoy smirking at her in the corner of her eyes so she returned it with a glare.

"Ah, it was beautiful piece, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said, "and accompanied by a beautiful voice as well. Now, I wish to speak to the two of you of this potion right here." He pulled out a vial that contained a bluish liquid and upon seeing it, Ginny winced. "From what I see, you know what it is Ms. Weasley?"

She nodded.

"If you haven't noticed, the curse that's in your blood now has a pull effect to the both of you," Dumbledore said, with his usual smile and the twinkle from his eyes, "and being as your both so young, we need to give you this vial--many in fact. I'm having Severus brew a few for you as we speak."

"But I would never…not with…" Ginny stepped away from Malfoy, and wrinkled her nose, "I can't even stand him!"

"Understandable, however, right now, the two of you working together and Mr. Malfoy caring enough to bring you to bed in his arms is not something you do with people who you can't stand to be around--let me finish. I know this is hard to take, no, I don't but I can understand how confused you both must be. Ginny, understand that things you do now may or may not be by the curse. Alas, in the end, if this shall go well, then it'll all be by love."

"Professor?" Malfoy cut in as Ginny trained her eyes to the floor, her face flushing at the thought of sleeping with someone, who sadly, was Draco Malfoy. "How can we tell the difference?"

"I don't know, Draco," Dumbledore said sadly, "but, my guess is it would be like a dream or a faze when such a thing would happen. Well, I'm sure your both hungry so I'll have someone bring your lunch-"

"We can't see our family?" Ginny asked, "or our friends?"

"No, not yet," Dumbledore said, "Monday, you'll be able to see your friend but I don't think it's wise to see your family just yet, being the situation between the two of your families."

Ginny shoulders dropped. "Oh," she said softly, watching as her professor smiled and dipped his head as a good-bye before leaving the room. She wouldn't be able to see her family, but she needed to see her mum and her dad. She needed to see the twins and Bill and Charlie, who she hadn't seen since the beginning of summer. She needed to tell Ron that everything will be fine, even though she wasn't sure that it was. She shivered, and hugged herself tightly, she needed Hermione to be around so she could watch her search in books about their situation. She needed to see Harry…because…she needed him there. Soon, she found herself on the floor with her hands covering her face as she forced herself not to cry. Her throat burned and she made a chocking sound before covering her mouth and titling her head away from Malfoy.

She could feel his stare and she didn't like it. Then she felt someone sit next to her and recoiled herself away from him. "G-" A sudden pop made Ginny jump and move to Malfoy so that they were shoulder to shoulder; she heard him laughing and scowled before noticing the house elves bringing her food she didn't feel like eating. "Look, I know you miss your mum and dad but Dumbledore never said anything about not being able to write letters to them, did he?"

She blinked and looked up at him and, maybe, for the first time she smiled at him. "Yeah, you're right," she laughed softly, "I forgot." Having her spirit lifted once again she pulled herself up and found her stomach rumbling in hunger.

"Do you think Ginny's alright?" Harry asked, as they walked down the stairs to lunch. The other brothers were eating with their mum and dad back home while Ron stayed with Hermione and Harry--even though, it's not like he had a choice.

"Yes," Ron said gritting his teeth, "she better be, and why are you so keen on knowing anyway? You've asked be at least a hundred times."

"Ron don't be stupid," Hermione said, rolling her eyes as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Harry's just worried because they've gotten closer over the summer break, that's all."

"Closer?" Ron asked, eyes widening as Hermione sighed. He spun around to Harry, "how close?"

"Friend, Ron, they're friends," Hermione snapped, before stopping in her tracks. "Look," she whispered pointing at the front doors.

Snap and Malfoy's mum were talking quietly in the corner. Narcissa seemed like she was crying while Snape was trying to calm her down; Ron sniggered. "Think Malfoy's mum is cheating on his daddy with slimy Snap--oh, Hermione that hurt!"

"Shut up," Hermione said, who fought at smile at Ron's mock pain expression on his face when she hit him on the arm, "shh" she removed her wand from her robes, she muttered something to her quill and it began writing in the air.

What if he fails, Severus? What if I lose my son?

I don't know, I don't know.

I wouldn't be able to bare it, please Severus, the only way we can stop this is if that wretched girl dies. Please, you're making her birth control potions, aren't you?

I can't, Narcissa and you know this. If I do then Dumbledore will find out and-

But if Draco lives who cares?

He will. He'll find out and come after your whole family for doing such a thing, Narcissa, listen to me I promise that I'll help him through this alright?

OK, OK…

The quill dropped from the air and Hermione sighed, "the spell works only for a short time."

"Who cares?" Ron snapped, "she wants to kill my sister!"

"But she won't," Harry said, "look, Snape wants to stay faithful to the dark lord…he's been deceiving Dumbledore!"

"Harry," Hermione said, tiredly, "Dumbledore trusts Snape-"

"But-"

"I agree with her on that mate," Ron said, his cheeks slightly red from his quick rage, "and Ginny better not die by Malfoy's mum or I'll wring your neck for saying she'd be fine."

"Ron, she will be fine," Hermione said.

"How do you know? Do you have any proof? I suppose you found it in one of your lovely books, huh?"

"Stop it," Hermione snapped, her eyes narrowing, "Ginny's smart and old enough to take care of her--wait, she said birth control…did they say anything about babies, Ron?"

Ron's flush darkened and he shoved the door to the great hall. "No, and if I find out that Malfoy even lays a bloody finger on her I'll-"

Harry tuned them out as they began to bicker again. Birth control, Snape, Dumbledore, something wasn't right and Harry needed to figure what before anything awful was going to happen to Ginny. The thought of her getting hurt made his stomach twist and gave him a strong feeling of wanting to punch Malfoy in the face like he had during fifth year. He paused as Ron and Hermione found their seat. Did he fancy her? He thought, he felt himself flush at the thought, maybe…

"Stop watching me Malfoy or I'll stab you with this knife," she snapped, pointing the knife menacingly at him. As they ate, he'd often close his eyes or watch her which made her stiffen.

"I was thinking-"

"That's a start," she snorted.

"-Ha, ha Freckles, ha, ha. Anyways, I was thinking about when we slept with one another in the infirmary--wait, where are you going? You didn't even let me finish."

"Tough luck, ferret," she called over her shoulder. Hearing him say 'we slept with one another' made her stomach churn and she found her hunger completely gone so she began to walk up the stairs and plan on what she was going to write to her family.

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Author's Note: The whole Harry and Snape thing, if you didn't get it earlier, is when Harry grows suspiscious of Snape. Soon, in their time--not in chapters, he'll be curious of Draco as well and someone else. )