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Chapter 5

Harry danced with Amelia for a few dances and became tired. He went to get a drink as she went to talk to her friends. He found Draco leaning against the wall.

"Hey," Harry said leaning next to him.

"Having fun, graceful?" He joked.

"Yeah," he said sarcastically.

"You're here with a pretty girl. What with the zone outs?"

Harry looked at him and shrugged. "I don't know. It just doesn't seem right."

Draco smiled. "Weasley girl is looking pretty good." He saw Harry's posture change. So that's it. "Like Ginny, Potter?"

Harry looked away. "No, Malfoy. I do not like her." He was being truthful. Or am I? I don't know anymore. Ginny walked up to them.

"Hey, Gin," Harry said.

"Hey, Harry. Hey, Draco," she said angrily. She looked as if she was going to say something, but she turned and left the room.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

Draco smirked. "Go find out, Potter." Harry ran off after Ginny. Draco gave a little laugh.

"Ginny, wait up!" He called as he ran after her.

She stopped and turned, her face red with anger. "What?"

He stopped in front of her. "What happened? Where's Andrew?"

She took a deep breath. "Andrew broke up with me. He's dating someone else."

"Who?"

"Amelia," she said looking to see Harry's reaction.

"Go figure," he muttered. He didn't care though. He hadn't liked Amelia like he thought. "Come back to the ball with me, Ginny." He held out his hand for her to take. "We were suppose to go together anyway."

She smiled. She had forgotten. Laughing, she took his hand and began walking with him. They went back to the ball and dance together for most of the night. They ignored the whispers.

The next morning, the whole school was talking about Harry and Ginny. Harry heard bits of rumors that he and Ginny were now dating, that Ginny was cheating on Andrew, and that Ginny stole Harry from Amelia. He just shook his head. He didn't care anymore.

"Harry," Ginny said falling into step with him. "Have you heard the rumors?"

He looked at her and she was smiling. He smiled. "Yeah. They have nothing better to do than talk about us."

"I feel honored," she joked and they laughed.

"Oh, the DA meeting is tonight. I already set the time on the Galleon. Just remind the people you know who are coming and the new ones," Harry told her.

"I will," she replied. "I have to get to class." She kissed his cheek and winked. She walked away and instantly he heard more whispers. He just laughed and walked towards his next class.

Ron rushed up to him. "Hey, mate," he said out of breath.

"Hey. Why are you breathing so heavy?"

"Was on the other side of school," he said with a smile.

Harry knew he meant with Hermione. "Well, where is she?"

"She had to bring something to McGonagall," Ron said shrugging. "Oh yeah. I saw the galleon."

"Yeah," Harry said and told him the same thing he had told Ginny. "Make sure everyone knows how to get to the room."

"Gotcha, Professor," Ron joked.

The boys met up with Draco and the three began walking together. Harry wasn't about to say it aloud, but he was beginning to believe Malfoy was trustworthy. He had changed his attitude towards everything and he wasn't faking it. That was until just then when some Slytherin boys called him over.

Harry hung back as Ron went into the classroom. He ducked into the empty classroom across the hall and pulled the Invisibility Cloak from his school bag. He had a habit of keeping it with him now. Now was the time to see if Malfoy was telling the truth. After putting the cloak over him, Draco and the boys entered the empty classroom. Harry stay still and quiet.

"You've been avoiding us, Malfoy," one said. "We know you're not spying for the Dark Lord. You've become a traitor."

"I don't know where you get your information, but you're completely off," Draco lied.

Another one snorted. "Are we? I mean, Voldemort himself said he knew nothing of this."

Malfoy's posture changed. "He was keeping it a secret. You know how people talk."

Someone's fist connected with Draco's face. His wand fell out of his hand and slid across the room. Another punch, a kick to the leg causing Draco to fall. Punch, kick, kick, punch. Harry was furious. Malfoy, as strange as it sounded even to Harry, had become a friend. The VD's stood up for one another. That included defending each other.

Harry shot curses at every Slytherin in the room, whether they were beating up Draco or not. They all flew into desks and into each other. Confused from where it was coming from, they looked around frantically. Harry kept shooting, one after the other. The boys, finally terrified, ran from the room, some bleeding.

Draco looked around nervously. "Who's there?"

Harry helped him up, still hidden under the cloak. "You should be more careful, Malfoy."

"Harry?" He asked. Harry took the cloak off. "You would've been the last person I expected to help me a few weeks ago."

He shrugged. "Things change. People change." He smiled at the blonde boy.

Draco realized what he meant. Harry trusted him. He smiled. "Thanks. I should probably go see Pomfrey."

Harry nodded and went with him to the Hospital wing. Instead of going to class, he went to the common room and sat. Things were changing too quickly. Malfoy and him becoming friends. Slytherins beating Malfoy up. It was so strange. Then, there was Ginny.

Ginny had been on Harry's mind the whole night before. He hardly slept. He dreamed of her. Except this time, it was of them at the Ball. She was beautiful. Harry had woken up with a knot in his stomach.

He sat in front of the fireplace and thought. Did he like Ginny? Even if he did, there was no way he could let her or anyone else know. There was too much of a risk. Especially now that the Slytherins knew Draco was a traitor. Too much was at stake for them now.

Just then, Ginny entered the common room with her friends. She smiled brightly at Harry and waved. He smiled and waved back. He watched her as she went up the stairs. He turned back to the fireplace with a sigh and put his head in his hands.