A/N: sorry it took so long...don't shoot!

Chapter 6

Harry knew it was the right thing to do. He knew that if he had stayed with Ginny, Voldemort would've found out and used her as bait. He would not put her in danger like that. She meant too much to him for him to put her that kind of danger. Maybe when this is all over…, Harry thought thinking about what will be when this whole battle is over when he finally defeats Lord Voldemort.

I'll ask Ginny to marry me and we'll live happily ever after, Harry thought. The moment Voldemort was dead he would take Ginny in his arms and tell her how he felt, how he's always felt. Ok, so maybe marriage was a bit drastic, but he would defiantly date Ginny again. They could be a couple and he wouldn't have to worry about the dangers about it. And then, when the time was right and when they were older, he would ask her to be his wife and she would say yes. She would say yes because he knew that she loved him and always would. He saw that in her eyes every time he looked into them.

Life would be perfect after Voldemort.

Suddenly Harry sat down on the beaten dirt path and sighed, pulling his knees toward his chest. If he was going to defeat Voldemort tonight then he might as well take a breather. Harry brought his wand to eyelevel and started to examine it. He was bored and tired of creeping around. He knew that where Voldemort was hiding wasn't for another mile or so, so he just relaxed.

Suddenly the rustling of bushes reached his ears and Harry popped off of the ground and into a fighting stance. The bushes rustled again and Harry located the noise from behind him. He quickly turned around and stared at the bushes, silently daring the person, animal, or whatever to come out and fight. He was ready.

The bushes rustled again and a small groan was emitted from them. Harry's pulse was racing and he started to sweat. He was ready to fight Voldemort but he didn't realize that he was going to be attacked so soon. The creeping around was just a precaution.

"Blimey Harry, don't shoot" a familiar voice said from the bushes. At first, Harry thought he was just imagining it but suddenly the red hair sticking out of the bushes told him he was not. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"What are you doing here Ron?"

I'm going to kill whoever came up with randomly choosing classes. I am not kidding. If that person's dead then I'll bring him back to life and then kill him. And after I kill that guy, I was going to kill Draco for making me keep my schedule.

Naturally when I came out of the Ancient Runes classroom I wasn't very happy. In fact, you could say I was furious. Ancient Runes was stupid, unusual, and just plain hard; not to mention the teacher was boring. This was defiantly a class I was going to sleep in and then fail.

"How was Ancient Runes?" Anna asked when she caught up with me in the hallways to our second class of the day.

I shot her a glare, figuring that that was a good enough answer.

"That bad?"

"Worse. So much worse," I replied, recalling the requirements and objective of the class. "I have to take notes! Who does that? Who takes notes?"

Anna almost laughed out loud. "A lot of people take notes. In fact, I'd say everyone takes notes except a few people."

"Well I guess I'm the exceptional few that don't take notes," I retaliated.

"Yeah, you're special like that," Anna said sarcastically.

"I am special," I said, ending the subject.

"What do you have next?" Anna asked, figuring that that would be a safer subject.

"The devil's subject," I growled, thoroughly angry that I had Advanced Potions next. How did I even get into that class? Had I really passed the exam last year?

"Who's the teacher?" Anna asked.

"I don't know, I don't pay attention to the little details like that," I said, glaring at the passing first years.

Anna smirked. "Promise me you'll know by the end of class?"

"I can't promise you anything," I said, a grin beginning to form.

"I knew you could still smile," Anna said softly. "I'll see you at Defense against the Dark Arts," Anna said as she started to walk off. I froze in my footsteps which caused a few people to yell at me.

"We have Defense against the Dark Arts?" I asked, thoroughly shocked. I know I didn't sign up for that.

"Yeah, it's required this year. Didn't you know that?" Anna said, walking backwards.

"Arg!" I shouted as I stomped off to the dungeons for the devil's lesson.

"Arg!"

I exited my second class of the day the same way I entered; in a very foul mood. True, the teacher wasn't that bad. I'm not sure who it was exactly, but I recognized him from the Order of the Phoenix. I think his name was Phil or something; maybe Philius. I didn't really care.

"How was the devil's subject?" Anna asked when she caught up with me at lunch.

I personally didn't call it lunch. To me, lunch was between the time eleven and twelve, maybe twelve-thirty if you were running late. Lunch at Hogwarts was more around the time one-thirty or two. That's one thing that always irritated me. I was always starving at twelve o'clock but I was still in class so you can just imagine how torturous that last hour of class was.

"It was the devil's subject, what do you expect?" I said, piling on some mashed potatoes on my plate. When my plate was filled I immediately dug in.

"Who's all in it?" Anna asked, also putting some mashed potatoes on her plate, though much less than mine.

"Not anybody I care enough about to remember," I said, taking a bite of chicken.

"Who's your teacher?" Anna tried again.

"Not sure. I recognized him and I think his name is Philius or something like that but I'm not sure," I shrugged. Anna gave up and just rolled her eyes.

"Remus Lupin is our DADA teacher," Anna said casually. I almost spit the mashed potatoes in my mouth. That's how excited I was.

"Are you serious?" I practically shouted, my face lighting up.

"Yeah, that's what I heard and he was sitting at the Head Table at the Beginning of the Year feast," Anna said.

"Maybe this won't be so bad," I commented, my day suddenly looking brighter. "Come on; let's go get our books so we aren't late." I dragged Anna out of her seat much to her dismay and began to drag her out of the Great Hall.

"I wanted to finish my chicken," Anna whined as we walked out of the Great Hall and through the hallways.

"We'll have chicken some other time this year," I told her.

"Lupin will also by our teacher the whole year," Anna retaliated. I just shrugged.

"Weaselette," a cold voice drawled out behind us. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

"And her friend," a different, more high-pitched voice said.

"Anna, its Anna. Anna is really not a hard name to say, though I guess for you it might be," I heard Anna say. I opened my eyes and turned around. It brought me great happiness to see shocked faces on Slytherins faces.

"Whatever," Pansy muttered, crossing her arms.

"How are those classes going so far Weasel?" Draco asked with that famous smirk on his face.

"Fantastic. I think I'm going to ace every single one of them." I was lying through my teeth and he knew it.

"Good, I'll look forward to seeing aced exams," Draco said, still grinning that stupid smile.

"And I would show you why?" I asked innocently.

"Because I know you'll just be dieing to show me that you didn't fail and that you did in fact ace those classes," Draco informed me.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that," I said, turning around. I took Anna's hand and started to drag her away from these idiots. I didn't want there idioticticy to rub off on me.

"Hey, Weaselette, how's your dad doing? Kill anybody lately?"

I froze. Everything and everyone froze. I even heard Draco sigh and shake his head. Yes, I heard him shake his head. That's how quiet it was. Pansy of course had to have the last word. She always did. She didn't care about anything except the last word.

I slowly turned around and faced Pansy. My fists were in balls and it felt like my teeth were going to fall out because I was clenching them so hard.

"You fucking-" I started but was stopped by Anna.

"Come on Ginny," she said in a shaky voice, pulling on my arm.

"No," I said firmly, ripping my arm out of her grasp. "She's going to pay for what she said."

"Ginny, no, come on. She's not worth it," Anna said, pulling on my arm again.

Pansy stood there looking proud and smug as ever as if she didn't know she said the worst thing someone could say. She probably really didn't know.

After glaring daggers at her, I finally turned on my heel and stalked away. Anna was right; Pansy wasn't worth a second of my time.

"Pansy, you're a bitch," I heard Anna say as she raced off after me. As I walked way I couldn't help but let the tears fall.

A/N: dun dun DUN! ok not really, just felt like doing that. the plot thickens...sorta...so many questions, so much to write. It's summer now so maybe i'll actually have time to write. Review make my day!