Author's Note: Ha! It's finally here! Gah, I'm soo happy. -I've had so many blocks for this story but now I can't stop writing it! I've finished it around 11 o'clock at night (my creativity zone seems to come wicked late or just wicked early --') and I'm lucky for vaca because I can keep on working until ten has the first draft (or the final, depenindg on how please I am with it XP). Well, enough talk, I hope you all enjoy this!

Nemo Autem Mei Amor
Chapter Nine


There was a long strain of silence between the two young women after Ginny had finally calmed down enough to bury her face into her hands and reflect on every little thing that went wrong and how it could've changed for the better. "You probably think I'm a sodding idiot for saying no to him," Ginny said, her voice so soft that Hermione barely heard it when she spoke. Another gap of silence filled the air and Ginny slowly raised her head to eye the brunette with a slight concern flicking within her bright brown eyes. Meeting the redhead's worried gaze, Hermione sighed and pulled one of her legs towards her chest, slipping a foot from her bunny slippers that Ginny had bought two Christmas's ago for her.

"No," Hermione said, pushing away a wavy lock of hair. "I don't think idiot can work for this little problem," Hermione mused out loud before turning to a slightly shock and confused Ginny. Smiling Hermione carried on, hoping to clear up the confusion on her friend's face. "What I mean is that you said no for a reason didn't you? And because of that you can't exactly be an idiot if you did it because you felt you needed to. Does that make sense?"

Ginny's lip curled upwards slightly before nodding. Her eyes danced over to the fire, over to the clock, and back at her friend who was leaning her tired head upon the couch with her eyes closed momentarily. "Hermione," she whispered, a slight guilty feeling washing over her conscious. It was nearly one in the morning and she would be the only reason Hermione would have lack of sleep during a school day. Meaning she would become terribly cranky and of course, if Ron were to get a bit of wind that she had anything to do with it, a fight with her brother.

"Hmm," Hermione answered back, her eyes slowly opening with a sleepy smile showing upon her lips. Ginny smiled back, noting that if she were to tell Hermione to sleep just because of school it'd probably leave her staying here for the rest of the night. Despite her love for knowledge it should've been known by now that Hermione cared far more greatly for her friends so as an excuse, she lied.

"I think I need some time to think," Ginny said, casting her gaze upon the fire in hopes it gave a feigning "in thought" look. "I'll be up in bed a little bit," she turned back to Hermione and forced a smile, "all right?"

Hermione nodded, a yawn escaping her. "Of course," Hermione said, walking across the room and pausing before Ginny. She pulled the younger girl into a hug and gave a firm squeeze before letting go. "Stay up as long as you want because I'm not going to let you go to class tomorrow," Hermione muttered quickly as if saying this out loud could harm her academically.

"Why?" Ginny asked while Hermione threw over her shoulders.

"Because you need more then a few minutes to think about this," Hermione said, patting her shoulders before stalking over to the stairs. "Night," she mumbled loud enough for Ginny to hear before entering into her room and closing the door.

Alone, Ginny snuggled into the comforter and released a sigh. "A day to think," she said repeating what Hermione had stated as she eyed the ticking clock. The only problem she had with Hermione's suggestion at all was that she didn't want to think about him or anything that had to do with him. She needed something else, something new just to distract her for a moment…

Ron, she thought a smile curving her lips.

The next day, it took a while but after an hour Hermione left (Ginny had to change and check she was ready for everything she wanted to do that day), she finally found the list of passwords for the houses. It was hidden within a book, beneath a pile of books nearby her desk. Ginny had just about to give up on it when she dropped the book that flipped open and there was a large whole within it hording a piece of paper with names of the houses and the passwords under it. Unfortunately Hermione wrote it in a code that took another hour to figure out, for merely one house, Gryffindor house.

Marauders.

Placing everything back in its place, or where she last remembered it was, she exited the room and turned only two corridors before ending up at the Gryffindor tower. "That was easy," she muttered under her breath. Muttering the password under her breath she entered the tower and moved towards the boys seventh year dorms. She paused at the doorway a look of disbelief appearing on her face as she peered upon the mess the room held.

Clothes were scattered upon the ground and some even still on beds; their trunks were wide open and papers of something flashing were seen in some of them. Shaking her head she looked upon the third bed which was left in such a mess that seemed the cleanest out of the whole room. Where at least the clothes seem to be coming from the beds besides it and the trunk was firmly closed. Heading towards it, she read the front of the bed and was glad to see Harry's name on it before she opened it and dug into the trunk, looking for a certain piece of old parchment--

"Yes," she said, opening it before frowning at the lack of a map. Biting her lips she wondered vaguely what Harry always said when he opened it but she had only been around at least twice and both was at a moment where she couldn't keep concentrating on Harry but more their surroundings. She winced at a slight pain against her side before closing her eyes and placing her wand against the parchment. "Please, just show me where Harry is," she begged the map, hoping it would show her.

No, says Mr. Prongs

Nah, says Mr. Padfoot

Nada, says Mr. Mooney

No Entry! Says, Mr. Wormtail

"No Entry" Wormtail?

It's too early!

It's only ten in the morning…

Any moments too early for Wormtail, Mooney

Too true

Huffing, Ginny folded the map back and decided the best and only way she could talk to Harry without meeting up with Malfoy was to wait there. Looking around the room she sat down on Harry's bed and removed the cloak she had placed upon her shoulder before grabbing the book Harry had left on his bedside table. Lying down she turned to the first page and slowly began to read the history of how goblins came to hate humans…

"Harry," Ron said, turning around at the last moment, finding his friend already heading towards the staircase. "Harry!" Ron shouted again, causing Harry to stop and turn his head slightly to look at Ron, his green eyes squinting into a weary stare.

"What is it this--" Harry began before getting cut off by Ron. On his way up to Gryffindor tower it seemed that Ron wanted to ask about a lot of things lately-- what his favorite color was; did any of his family have heart problems, what was the thing Harry wanted most out of life, and so much more which was rather unfortunate.

"I forgot to ask you," Ron said, looking around and checking the common room. Finding it empty he looked back up at Harry, "Do you fancy anyone?"

What?

"Ron…" Harry began before shaking his head and walking up the stairs again. "Talk to me in another two hours," he grumbled loud enough for Ron to hear, "I need sleep."

"Whatever," Ron said, giving a feeble shrug before whistling as he left the Gryffindor tower. With a slight smile on his lips and a roll of his eyes, Harry entered into his room that he shared with his friends in seventh year. With a yawn, he pulled on his school tie as he headed towards his bed, ready to fall at sleep at a moments notice. He paused before his bed and frowned, his trunk was wide open and his close pushed to the side.

"Almost as if someone was trying to steal something," he mused out loud before he moved closer to his bed and soon noticed a familiar lump lying in his bed. Pausing he stood there for a moment, his arms falling flat against his side. His eyes widened slightly as he peered upon Ginny who lied sleeping upon his bed. Her lips were parted, her red hair fanning out onto his pillow, her knees being partly covered by her blanket, and a book was open upon her chest and nearly falling from her fingers. She groaned in her sleep--

This caused Harry to jump slightly at the sudden movement before taking a step back, as if to run away.

--And rolled over, causing the book to fall onto the ground in what seemed to be the loudest thing Harry ever heard. However, instead of waking as Harry slightly feared, Ginny merely sighed in her sleep her hand rising up to touch the pillow. Harry felt his lip curl upwards slightly before deciding that he should wake her before anyone were to come up and find them. Not that there was anything to find, Harry thought, shaking his head slightly at the thought. Carefully, he took timid steps towards the bed and kept his eyes upon Ginny.

Soon as he reached the bed, he kneeled in front of her and slowly moved a hand to touch her shoulder. Taking a look at her sleeping face once more, he gently shook her causing an annoyed groan to come from her. Rolling back over to her backside, her eyes slowly fluttered open before looking around and at him. Forcing a smile, she slowly sat up before quickly grabbing her side once more. "Ow," she groaned, taking in slow and shallow breathes.

"What happened?" Harry asked, removing his hand and looking at her with a worried expression.

She pursed her lips and shook her head gently. "I don't--" she breathed in deeply and sighed with a relief while falling back unto the pillows "--it's over."

"How long has this been going on?" Harry asked, ignoring the temptation to ask why and what she was doing there.

"I don't know," Ginny muttered, placing a hand on her forehead, "I suppose it started today. I can't quite remember-- my heads killing me."

"Come on," Harry said, standing up and offering his hand.

Ginny frowned, her eyes shifting from Harry's face and back down to his hand. "Harry, what're you--" she began before Harry cut her off with a roll of his eyes.

"We're going to the hospital wing," he said, as she gripped his hand and he pulled her up. She gave a small shrug and nodded her head as she leaned her head upon his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his back. His face suddenly felt hot as he slowly helped Ginny off the bed before giving him self a mental kick. Ginny always did these type of things without meaning it, he reminded him self fiercely as they began to walk out the room; besides there were more important thing then about where and why Ginny would touch you!

Harry closed his eyes slightly and Ginny must've caught it as she asked, "Am I too heavy?" she asked, although she was pretty much only leaning her head against him. Harry shook her head and opened his eyes to look at her, a smile curving her lips. "I think I might beat your record in going to the hospital wing, Potter," she said, her tone light and teasing.

He paused, feeling her head drop back onto his shoulder as they walked to the door. Titling his head slightly so his cheek just grazed her hair he said, "Not in a long shot, Weasley."

"Mr. Malfoy," a voice called, causing him to turn and stare at his professor. "I'm not here to chat so don't bother speaking to me about what happened between you and Weasley. I just have to inform you that Ms. Weasley is back in the Hospital Wing."

Draco closed his eyes and gave a weary sigh. Turning sharply, he headed off towards the door, upon leaving the potions room. Then Snape said something else and his hands curled into fist before he carried on out the door. After closing the door he walked, seeming to be lightly jogging, towards the Hospital Wing. An odd feeling running through his body, causing him to feel more alive then he had for the past few hours. Pushing open the doors, he stared straight into Potter's face before looking at Weasley who was giggling at a certain area that Pomfrey was touching. Potter returned his stare with an even colder one as Draco stepped in.

"Potter brought her in."

The words still rang within his ears as Freckles noticed her was there.

Twenty-minutes earlier, Ginny and Harry were entering the Hospital Wing and found Madame Pomfrey scolding a sour looking Slytherin. Releasing her self from Harry's grip, she walked over to the boy as Madame Pomfrey walked away. "Andrew," Ginny said, snapping the boy's attention towards her, "What happened?"

Andrew crossed his arms and scowled, looking at Ginny. "I didn't see you at breakfast with Malfoy today," he said, causing Ginny to look at him with faint humor after detecting a slight sound of worry in his voice.

"I was sick today," she said, a hand lifting up to her stomach. "Fact, I haven't eaten all day so-" she turned towards Harry who was eyeing the Slytherin uneasily "--maybe we should just go to the kitchens and I'll be fine."

"Wrong," Harry said with a roll of his eyes. "You're getting checked by Pomfrey and by the way," Harry turned towards the boy, "Where is she?"

"Here," Pomfrey said, appearing besides Andrew's table. "Got your self in a fight with Mr. Malfoy yet again, Ms. Weasley?"

Ginny gave a half-smile as Andrew raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes squinting suspiciously at her. "It's just…" she trailed off as Pomfrey stood up with a tap on Andrew's cheek who merely scowled.

"Ms. Weasley follow me," Pomfrey said, walking towards the examining beds and patting the black bed with a touch paper covering the bed. "You can follow Mr. Potter and Mr. Rist you cannot follow."

"Who said I even want to?" Ginny heard Andrew mutter as he rolled over in bed and buried himself under the blanket.

Walking towards the table, Harry gripped her arm and pulled her towards him. "Who's the kid?" Harry asked, causing Ginny to look at him slightly. Tilting her head slightly to meet a smiling Harry Potter, Ginny narrowed her eyes slightly at him before pulling her arm away from him.

"A friend I met when I sat with Malfoy at breakfast," Ginny said, walking towards the bed and to Madame Pomfrey who were watching the two carefully. "Don't call him a kid, I really like him."

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down next to her, while Madame Pomfrey instructed her to lie down. "Turn Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said her tone slightly cold. Blinking, he looked at the women with a slight confusion before turning around, as Pomfrey began to pull the curtain, and finding the doors being swung open. A giggle escaped Ginny and Harry would've been tempted to look if Malfoy hadn't stalked in with a glare already aimed at him.