Chapter – 4

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"What exactly are you trying to say, Hermione?" asked Bill cautiously.

Hermione Granger, in a habit gained by having spent more than enough time with Ginny Weasley, quirked her brow so that it arched sarcastically over her bookish glasses and said, " Don't be daft Bill what do think I'm trying to say?"

Fred grinned,"You mean other than the possibility of him being so much in love with himself that he needs to bang himself and..."

Hermione crossed her hands in her 'about to deliver a Fred-George lecture' postion and immediately Fred let his voice trail of.

George rolled his eyes, "So Harry knows where Ginny is. Why are we focusing on who's drinking his toenails instead of Gin?"

"Because obviously we aren't having any luck with Harry...but "toe-nails" however may be the only person who knows besides Harry..."

"So we find toe-nails and get him to crack."

"Does anyone have a better solution?"

Charlie sighed, his hands running through his unkempt hair. " So how do we find him? If he's pretending to be Harry how do we figure out which one's him and which is Harry, assuming of course we can find out where both of them are at the same time..."

"Well it's a bit complicated. But...I think I know a way."

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Ginny paced the space between her door and he bed again for the hundreth time as she tried to understand the significance of Malfoy being here.

This was very nearly ridiculous!

Malfoy.

One of the top-ranking death-eaters.

Here………………………….. and she hadn't even been sent a warning?!

That just didn't seem right. Harry had always whatever else, kept her up to date as to who was coming and when.

She looked back at her bed and the pale-blonde haired man sprawled across it.

Something had to have gone very wrong.

None of it made any sense otherwise.

She couldn't contact Harry. It was too risky.

Red tipped nails ran through silky black locks, her plum purple eyes now unfocused.

Her brothers?

No.

Definitly no.

A quiet groan, pulled Ginny effectively out of her revire, her attention now shifted to the person on her bed.

Draco's head felt very much like it was about to split apart.

Dammit!

"Hey gorgeous." Said Ginny deliberately dropping her voice as she continued, "How you holding up? Feel better yet?"

"Fuck…"

Ginny allowed a rare genuine smile tilt the corners of her full lips, saying, "Not quite sure you'll be up to that yet…."

Malfoy shot her a nasty look, that was obviously supposed to put her in her place.

Ginny merely imitated the infamous 'Malfoy' smirk and offered him a glass of water and two aspirins, arranging her face into one of utter confusion as he cast her a death glare and croaked, "Pills?"

Ginny smiled sweetly, "Well what else do you expect me to give you for an obvious hangover?"

Malfoy scowled.

Ginny debated a quick minute if she should let step out and let him cure himself, or if she should stay and torture him…..

Then she remembered that he did have his wand with him, and the last thing she needed was to get herself cursed.

Still smiling she , mumbled something about being right back and left, taking care to shut the door behind her.

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Damn!

Draco felt horribly like his head was being pounded with freakin' anvil…

He sneered impulsively at the stupid pills that ditz muggle slut had handed him.

He shoved himself off the bed, grabbing his wand out as he did as well as the 'in-case' sobering potion he always carried.

Tipping the entire vial of potion into his mouth, Draco sunk a hand into his perfect hair as he felt the pounding pain melt away.

Now all he had to do was find out where he was….

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