Well here's another chapter, and I am running out of interesting things to say really. But I hope you all like it, and I hope you all review holds gun to your head I'm wondering if that will change your minds it you're not going to review.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and if I hold a gun to the creator's head I will be arrested so I'm not going to. Plus I don't know where she lives. Somewhere near me? I don't know.

'Tomorrow Draco? I do hope you have some kind of plan. And a plan B, just in case,' Snap sneered at him, his mouth twitching into a cynical smile. 'If you need any help…'

'No sir, I'm a little older than seventeen now. I don't need your help. Who managed to get all the Deatheaters into Hogwarts? Me.'

'But you didn't kill him did you? You couldn't do that could you?'

'No,' Draco replied quietly. But then he looked up and saw Severus's face, 'You loved the old man didn't you? Thought he was great didn't you? Did you think he was more powerful than the Dark Lord? Were you surprised when He didn't finish off professor Dumbledore. He clearly wasn't that important was he?'

'ENOUGH Mr Malfoy. You carry on talking in such a way and you will be punished. Maybe you'd like to see your father again? Because that seems to be the way you're headed, not being careful enough, not discreet enough. Azkaban. You're in more danger than you realise, stupidly revealing your identity to Potter and the Weasley girl. They know for sure how deep in you are now and you're in trouble, so don't go talking to me about Dumbledore when you know nothing. I repeat nothing. Now I do think you should be formulating a plan for tomorrow. And seeing as you don't need my help, I will leave you to do it yourself.'

'Wait, I do have a plan, I was rather hoping you would verify it for me.'

'I'm listening…'

'First, I'm going to use Desdemona. The things she can do with Potter.'

'Harry, where are you going?'

'I was, er, going to, er, see…Iwasgonnaseeginny.'

'What was that baby?' Desdemona's eyes widened in an innocent style. Clear blue eyes. Oh those eyes.

'I was just…Well I er, I was wondering how she was.' Harry's heart was beating hard and fast. She looked gorgeous. She looked like a portrait, the door framing her perfectly and those clear blue eyes. His heart was beating faster and faster.

'But darling, can't you do that later?' she asked as she inched slowly and smoothly back into the bedroom. 'I feel lonely, and you didn't tell me about the wedding. Tell me did Hermione make you feel…'

Harry was starting to feel hot around the collar.

'I guess, well I guess I could see her later. I mean yes, she probably wants to be alone, right now.'

'Oh Harry.'

Ginny was alone in her flat. The fire was going, and she had a hot chocolate. Not just any hot chocolate. A normal hot chocolate is warm milk added to chocolate powder. Ginny's hot chocolate was better. An entire mug filled with thick, melted chocolate, with warmed cream added to the melt. Ginny's hot chocolate was topped with thick double cream, whipped to perfection, and the perfection was finished with a fine sprinkling of cinnamon. It was Ginny's hot chocolate.

Just as Ginny was about to take a sip of this heavenly concoction, she heard a knock at the door. Harry, she thought to herself. She had received an owl from him earlier, announcing he wanted to know how she was after the problems from last night. It was nice of him to check up on her, so she hadn't argued and had responded by telling him to come over at about eight, and after feeding Hedwig a couple of her favourite owl treats, had returned to her job at St. Mungo's.

'Coming, I won't be a minute I…Oh, I wasn't expecting you.'

'Really Weasley? I wasn't expecting a place so big, looks like we're both surprised.'

Draco Malfoy smirked as he sauntered into her apartment.

'Excuse me Malfoy would you like to tell me who owns this apartment?'

'Well it's quite obvious you do, I wouldn't own something quite so small, or quite so smelly. What were the lines again? Weasley was born in a bin. How delightful.'

'Well then, seeing as you wouldn't own such a, shall we call it cosy? Yes, cosy apartment, would you care to explain to me why you are walking around like you own the place?'

'Oh it's simple Regina. It is OK if I call you Regina isn't it? I know how much you hate Ginny. Well the answer is, I own you.'

'No you don't.'

'Very true, I don't. Not yet, but I soon will; is that hot chocolate I spy? My hot chocolate radars seem to be going haywire. Hope you don't mind.'

'So you came here because your hot chocolate radar was going berserk and this erm, bin, was the place to soothe it? Didn't your mother ever tell you not to eat things out of bins. Makes you seem a bit like a beggar. And yes I do mind if you drink my hot chocolate.'

'Too late Regina. It was so delicious.'

And Draco turned his eyes to her. Those eyes. Those smoky eyes seemed to be telling her a story. Something was hidden behind them and she needed to clear it aside to get to see what he was hiding.

'Regina,' Draco murmured moving in towards her, 'Regina, if you tell me you don't feel it I shall call you a liar.' He was whispering in her ear now. His hot breath tickling her as he tucked a shred of copper hair behind her ear. 'Regina, if you think you can resist…I am like death. You can run, but not for long. Sooner or later I will catch up with you, so why not make it now? Maybe, you can die many times.'

Well there you have it. I hope you're liking it and that it's not rubbish. I'm not too sure about this chapter. But I do think it's starting.

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