Here's chapter seven. I have just been inspired by Johnny Depp's amazing good looks in 'Pirates of the Caribbean'. Yup I am indeed happy, and I can see people smirking at me blushes

Disclaimer: I'll give you one guess who these characters belong to and no, it's not me.

'I'll take you home shall I?' Harry asked.

Ginny was still staring at the spot where Draco had disappeared. Those eyes. Oh those eyes. Slate grey, beautiful. So large and so cold. A stone wall covering something up. Hiding something in a hidden room. Oh how she longed to know what it was. Those eyes.

'He'll be in trouble.'

'Who cares? Come on Gin…'

'I told you it's Regina thanks to you, and I care. You can't honestly want the crucio curse to be performed on anyone can you?'

'Does it matter? Look Gin you clearly can't care that much because you dealt with your name first.'

'You know what your problem is Harry? You over-analyse things far too much. You need to start getting over it. People in every day life don't notice what they're saying half the time.'

'It's the subconscious talking.'

'I see, so me saying I hate you is my subconscious talking is it?'

'No you because you're aware you're doing it and also I have my doubts about you hating me.'

'Really? Because I do Harold. Really I do.'

'But you see you're aware you're saying it so it's not your sub-conscious talking. Now shall I take you home?'

'No it's fine I'll get myself home.'

'Ginny please…'

'Not Ginny.'

'Fine, Regina, I'm sorry. Maybe I can take you home? And we can have a coffee and catch up, and sort things out. Please it would mean so much, and it might be good for us, for you. But it would mean to much if you just gave me one more chance. And forget about Malfoy for now. Don't worry about that.'

'Maybe I want to.'

'Home.'

'Yeah, OK, you can come over for a bit.'

Ginny had started to feel bad. It seemed Harry did genuinely want to sort things out.

'Thanks. Let's go.'

'Where the hell were you?'

'I chased Potter.'

'And why did you chase Potter?'

'Well you see, sir, I've found out what's dear to him now. Which is a hell of a lot more than you've done. Killed a couple of people and that shitty little wedding party.'

'Thank you for that Draco, I didn't kill anyone.'

'Oh, so sorry, were you having catching up conversations? Old jokes from when you were in the Order? Maybe the odd little in joke, private jokes. Top secret jokes by any chance?'

'You need to watch what you're saying to me Draco,' Severus Snape snapped. 'I've actually found out a couple of things which might just be invaluable.'

'As have I. The way to get to Potter. Isn't that what the Dark Lord wants? It won't be enough to just kill him now will it? He wants to break him. Emotionally. Destroy his best friends' wedding. Take away his best friends. The person he loves. Leave him destitute until he's begging to be killed.'

'You know nothing.'

Snape walked from the room, leaving Draco to reflect. The little Weasley. She'd grown more beautiful since the last time he'd seen her, just outside the forbidden forest. Her hair was the colour of autumn leaves. A beautiful, burnished gold. Something so valuable which reflected onto her pretty, heart shaped face with its high cheekbones and straight nose. Her dark brown eyes were blanketed by long thick eyelashes, with perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her mouth, so soft and perfectly pink. Her figure now perfectly formed. A slim, petite, frame which lustrous curves. Why did she have to look like that? It would just make things harder. But for now he had something beautiful to dream about.

Weasley. No, that didn't sound right.

Regina Weasley.

So…What did you think?