The library was the quietest place in the school yet, it seemed unnaturally quiet today. Madam Pince didn't have to shush a single kid, which was a rare case in its self, it seemed that she would shush someone for turning a page to loudly of ones History of Magic book. Hermione, though she found this rather odd, chose to ignore the strangeness of this and just enjoy the silence while she could. After all, classes started tomorrow and she needed to a good book to clear her mind before the endless studying filled it. She had a rather small-or small in her opinion-stack of books on either side of her. The stacks were filled of some of her personal favorite stories, both muggle and magical alike. Hermione liked reading muggle and magical books-though most muggleborn witches and wizards were only ever caught reading books by magical authors-she found that they reminded her of herself when she did, a little of both worlds. It wasn't until the sound of a rather beautiful sounding voice caught her attention, did Hermione look up form her copy of Gone With The Wind. A woman, who's looks wouldn't have been done justice to call them exquisite, was leaning over the Library desk. She had platinum blond curls with a streak of black twisted around her right ear in a elegant manner. In fact, the whole woman was unusually elegant, from her small feet dressed up in fancy looking heels, to her plump yet, perfect breasts that showed the perfect amount of cleavage through the dropping neckline of her dress. Dispite the neckline, the woman gave off a rather business like aura, with just the right hint of beautiful that made any girl-or boy for that matter-feel self-contious of their body just from looking her way for to long. She spoke to Madam Pince in hushed yet, fast French. Hermione looked at her for a moment longer before the name of the woman popped into her mind, like one of those puzzles were you have to spot the difference, it seems impossible to find until one does and then you think to yourself how on earth you missed it, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black.

Madam Pince was odviously trying to keep up with the Lady Malfoy's fast an urgent French. She looked incredibly stressed and annoyed. "No Mrs. Malfoy, I don't care how much money you pay me. I will not put posters of your son in my library. If you want a poster of him anywhere in Hogwarts you need to speak to the headmaster, not me." Madam Pince's voice carried out around the library, making the few students look up. Hermione scooted her chair closer to the library's front desk to better hear the conversation.

"Please, I haven't seen my son in four years! There are no leads-" Lady Malfoy tried to reason, this time in English, only to be cut off by Madam Pince's short and sharp voice.

"And you think someone at Hogwarts may have a lead that they haven't told the Ministy or you? Please Narcissa, I know you are grieving but you need to calm yourself down, your not making any sense or a good case." The lady Malfoy slouched, her whole body posture showing her grief and pain. It didn't matter what Narcissa's surname was, she was still a grieving mother, and that hurt Hermione's heart.

Before Hermione even knew what she was doing, she stood up and made her way over to the front desk. "Excuse me, I have a few leads so to speak." Hermione didn't have leads, not in the slightest but, she did have a quick mind and was very knowledgeable. The look on Mrs. Malfoy's face seemed to say it all. Her posture straightened and her eyes started to glow with hope. Madam Pince raised a eyebrow but said nothing.

"Bless you!" Cried the Lady Malfoy, grasping Hermione's hands in her own, "Oh bless you, young lady!" Hermione blushed softly, her eyes wide with pure shock. "What is your name, dear girl?"

"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione paused for a second to see if the realization of who she was would dawn on Narcissa, it didn't seem to. "I'm a Gryffindor in the same year as your son." Though Hermione knew that Narcissa had not asked for the last bit of information, she gave it to her anyway.

"Dear Hermione, what are your leads? I will pay to get them if I-"

"No need Mrs. Malfoy, my leads come in book and knowledge form, one doesn't need to pay for them." Hermione said, a small smile dawning her face. Narcissa looked a little on the confused side and, it did nothing to make her features any less beautiful. "Come with me, this is a talk that should be done in a more private place."

"Of course, lead the way Miss Granger." Narcissa said, gaining her exposure and confidence that would be seen of a Malfoy lady back. Hermione dipped her head and made her way out of the library.

The mid-day sun shone off of the black lake as Harry sat next to it. His shoes and socks were thrown in a pile farther up the beach, along with his school jumper and robe. His legs were drawn up to his chest as he looked out at the glowing-almost white-caping waves. Life was so much more peaceful out here, for both him and the turtle sunning itself on a long a few yards away. No rules, no friends, no need to act like the Chosen One. Harry was free, it was a rather lonely feeling but, somehow made his heart race. This was most certainly Harry's favorite place in all of Hogwarts, besides the Quddich Pitch, of course. He sighed, why would anyone want to ruin this moment with the annoying sound of voice to voice talk.

"Hello Harry." A dreamy voice woke him up from his watery paradise.

"Luna! What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in classes?" His emerald gaze turned to meet pale blue.

"I am looking for Sirens, their songs are scaring my horned-fezzbit friends and I wanted to ask them to quiet down." She smiled and sat next to him, drawing small paterns in the sand with the tips of her fingers. "Why are you here, Harry?"

"To escape the Wizarding World for just a moment and relax…" He answered shyly, a little embarrassed to be caught skipping class by a lake that had tried to kill him a few years ago, two if we were being specific."Also, Luna, what is a horned-fezzbit?"

"Do you really not know Harry? My, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for not knowing!" Luna's voice never once changed from that dreamy, otherworldly tone she had. "It is a mixture of a rabbit, pheasant and a deer, of course! A magic spell went ha wire a few years ago and then POOF we have horned-fuzzbits."

Harry shook his head and started to laugh, leave it to Luna to cheer him right up! "Of course, how could I have not known what a majestic creature like the horned-fezzbit was."

"What is so funny Harry?"

"Nothing Luna, I'm just happy."

"Ah, it is a rather beautiful day. Perhaps I should go for a swim…?"

"Perhaps, say Luna? When did the Sirin songs start happening?"

"Four years ago I think, it's hard to say." It was almost funny how fast a ear-shattering

noise shot through the air. Harry reached up to cover his ears but Luna put her hand up to stop him. Harry looked at her, very confused. Luna simply shook her head waited. It was only then did a beautiful yet, masculin song hit Harry smack in the chest, not literally of course. The song was just as otherworldly as Luna's voice, and no matter how Harry tried, he simply couldn't get it out of his mind. All to soon, the song abruptly stopped.

"What the hell was that?"

"Aw, the poor thing is in pain. I shall come back later and talk to it." With that, Luna stood and started skipping up the beach, not even saying goodbye. Harry didn't mind though, his mind was to wrapped up in the creature-no Sirens song. It was so graceful and elegant-like dancers but, it was also hard and rough like tree bark. Harry sighed, it was enough to give him a major headache and boner. This was going to be another long day. He stood and dusted off his pants, following Luna's steps to the top of the beach were the rest of his clothes lay. Harry put them on silently and started walking in the direction of Hogwarts, knowing little of how that song would truly affect him.

Ron had really started to dislike Harry, it wasn't the fact that he was never around anymore, it was most definitely wasn't the fact that Hermione didn't even give him as much as a wink as she went on and on about how she was worried about the emerald-eyed boy. It was the fact that no one gave a damn about him as long as Harry was around, even when he wasn't. Ron would never say he was jealous of his friend, he only wished he had the same amount of money and fame as Harry, sadly, that didn't seem to have a brilliant chance happening. What made life even worse is the fact that Harry faked hating all the fame and money he was given! He always was complaining about the bloody letters of fanmail he received every bloody day, he also complained about signing autographs, I mean, who wouldn't want to be so famous that even the girls at bobattans would stutter when speak to you! Harry was indeed a fake and soon, everyone would see that.

Ron walked down the halls, the last class was over for the day and there was still no sign of the Golden Boy. It was strange how Ron didn't worry, couldn't worry anymore about the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, Ron hoped that Harry had gone on one of his adventures and gotten hurt, or better yet, disappeared. Sometimes he wished that Harry had been the one to go missing, not Malfoy. He made his way over to a group of Ravenclaw's that were mingling with a few other girls, Gryffindors. "Hey Gin!" I called to one redhead Gryffindor, my sister. Ginny had been crazy about Harry since she was a baby, hell, even her first word was 'Harry.' It hit me hard that even my own sister cared more for the Boy-Who-Lived then her own brother but, I could see why she could. I was a poor boy, with no fame besides being the the best mate of Harry Potter.

"Hey Ron." Was her answer. Just 'hey Ron.' Not 'Hello Ron, how are you,' or 'Hey Ron, how was your last class?' She would have said all those things to Harry, yet, he got just a boring 'Hey Ron.'

"Ginny, can I talk to you? It's about Harry.." Ron hated how her eyes lit up when he mentioned the name of his 'best mate.'

"Sure! Okay, bye girls!" Ginny waved to the group and followed Ron, keeping perfect pace with him. "So what about Harry?"

"I-er he wanted me to tell you that he likes you back-no, loves you!" Ron said, as calmly as he could, not wanting to make a scene by talking about Harry's love life. "He also said that he wants you to kiss him in the Great Hall when everyone is looking so he can prove he loves you!" He knew that if this was anyone else, Ginny would be asking him hundreds of questions as to why the person didn't tell her themself. Good thing that this was Harry and Ginny wouldn't dare question him.

"R-really? You're not pulling my leg are you Ron?"

"I would never Gin, not ever!" She seemed to believe him, giving a loud whoop that caught more than half the schools attention. Ginny then dashed away, murmuring to herself about how she needed to get ready. Oh how gulibul she was.

Ron, just as anyone who even had half a brain knew Harry would never love Ginny as a romantic partner. It wasn't her looks-obviously. Ginny was one of the most attractive girls in the school, even her brother could see that. She had large breasts that bounced like crazy when she walked, long wavy red hair that she straightened every so often and stunning eyes. Even the Slytherin boys had tried to make a move on her time and again.-It wasn't that she was a girl or identified as such-Ron was fairly certain Harry Potter wasn't bent-. It was the fact that she was his sister and as dubbed by his brothers, Harry was a honorary Weasley. It seemed like Ron was the only person in the whole world that didn't like Harry, well, besides the obvious.

When Ginny would go to kiss Harry in the Great Hall tonight, he would try and let her down easy. Letting her down at hall would break her heart, trying to let her down easy would shatter her sensitive heart and make her hate him just as much as Ron does and soon the whole Weasley family would feel the same way towards The-Boy-Who-Lived as Ron did or, so he thought.

That night the Great Hall was filled with food, after all, it was the first day feast. No one could argue that this feast would be just as good as the last day feast. Food overflowed the old oak tables, making them sag slightly. Only one thought was going through Harry's head as he stared at the endless amounts of food: Hermione will hate this. The frizzy-haired witch was very much against the enslavement of the 'poor creatures,' nothing would change her one-track mind, even when Dumbledore assured her that the house elves who worked at Hogwarts were paid and had beautiful living chambors, the girl wouldn't back down. He could only smile at the fond memories, wishing for them to come forth again. Harry wanted the comfort of Hermione's smile and Ron's laugh, they had become his favorite sounds. He wanted to walk down the halls with them, go on endless adventures with them. Sadly he had pushed the two people he cared about most away and Harry was almost positive he could never get them back again. It was hopeless, he had gone to far this time. He had gone to far too many times to count actually. How can they still be my friend after all I've put them through, Harry often wondered. His thoughts were quickly snapped away when Ginny Weasley stood on the table and shouted for anyone's attention.

"If you all could give me your attention for a few minutes!" She started, waving her hands around like a wild-woman. "I would like to tell you all something!" She walked across the table and stood in front of Harry, "This man, Harry Potter, has chosen a lover!" Gasps and echoes of confusion echoed through the hall, hadn't Harry said last year that he didn't want to date, in fear of putting the other person in danger?

Harry raised his eyebrows in pure shock and bewilderment, had he chosen a lover? He didn't think he had ever said yes to anyone and if he did, he would most certainly not want them to make a big scene of it. "Harry Potter has asked that I, Ginny Weasley, be his girlfriend." More gasps and echos shot through the hall. Harry was dumbfounded, he didn't know when he had asked Ginny to be his girlfriend, and he didn't know why.

It had been almost a year since Harry had figured out that he prefered guys to girls. He wasn't gay per say, he just wasn't straight.

"I would like to accept his offer in front of you all so you know the Chosen One is off the market!" Ginny leaned down to kiss Harry, only to be pushed away.

"Ginny. I don't know what you are on about but, I know for a fact that I never asked you to be my girlfriend. You are like a sister to me and that is all you will ever be!" Harry shouted, why couldn't this girl get it. He hated saying this in front of everyone but, maybe now she would listen.

"B-But Ron said-" Ginny whimpered, tears filling her eyes.

"Ron said what Ginny!" Harry snapped, his emerald eyes turning to his 'best mate.'

"H-he said that you loved me and wanted to be my boyfriend." Ginny whispered. The Great Hall was silent now, both students and Professors to intrigued to speak.

"You are lying Ginny, I know my best mate would never say that! He would never go behind my back and tell you something that wasn't true. And even if it was, I would never want a girlfriend who would lie to me!" The red-haired girl burst into tears and ran out of the Great Hall. Harry sighed, had he been to rough? He didn't want to hurt her. Oh Harry, you went to far yet again, he thought. Damnit.

Hermione was beginning to wonder why Malfoy left-or if he even had a choice. Narcissa had talked about her son for three hours non-stop. It somehow was unusually entertaining to hear how the Malfoy Heir grew up. Hermione learned that Malfoy had been taken care of by house elves until around a year old. Narcissa had begged Lucius to let her take care of the baby after Malfoy had called one of the house elves 'momma' instead of her. That house elf was killed.

"Now, Mrs. Malfoy, though I would love to see your son's baby pictures, they will have to wait. We have gone through no leads in three hours and I must retire to bed soon." Hermione whispered, cutting the lady Malfoy off. "I have a few idea's on what might have happened to your son." Narcissa raised an eyebrow, signaling for Hermione to continue. "So, you said the last time you saw Draco was on your family vacation to Iceland four years ago, it was June fifth, Draco's thirteenth birthday, yes?" Narcissa nodded, her eyes watering at the memory.

"There is a lot of magical creatures that live in and around Iceland, you said you were on one of there Black Beaches when you looked away for a second and Draco was gone?" The lady Malfoy nodded again. This is so strange, the only kind of creatures that could have been around a Black Beach are Sirens and Black Sea Mermaids and Draco isn't a girl so Hermione didn't understand how a magical creature could have done off with the Malfoy heir. So it must be something else, Hermione thought. No wonder no one has figured this out yet...

It did do any justice to say that Ginny was upset, how could Harry do that to her! She knew that Ron would never try and hurt her so the only other option she had was that Ron had been telling the truth and Harry had planned this from the beginning. She was so damn embarrassed. How the hell could she have been so stupid, of course Harry was not a good guy! He probably liked all the attention he claimed to hate! What a bloody bastard!

Now, Ginny knew it was doing her no good to sit around crying her eyes out in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom so she knew she had to take matters into her own hands. It was payback time and Harry wouldn't know what in the name of Merlin had hit him! So, Ginny started to think, how could she make Harry feel the same embarssment and pain she felt right now? How could she break his heart beyond repair? She could make him fall in love with her and than break his heart in front of everyone like he did to her but, that wasn't good enough! Everyone would expect that! She could turn him into a creature that even his mother-if she was still alive-couldn't love, that was better but Harry was the 'Chosen One,' the 'Savior of the Wizarding World so, someone was bound to turn him back. Wait what if she made him watch as the world that he loved so much burned to the ground, if there was one thing Ginny knew would make Harry hurt is watching the people he love die and being unable to help him! Hearing them call out to him and never being able to help them. This was perfect.

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Author's Note:

Hello everyone! Welcome back to another *unbetaed* chapter of Serenade! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and would leave a review! I love hearing from all of you!

-Moony

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