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The next day at breakfast, the bloody message on the wall was the only thing people were talking about. I was slightly amazed at how fast the knowledge had spread when the message had only been discovered that very morning.

"I wonder who wrote it?" pondered Zane at breakfast as he poured milk into his cereal.

I was sitting with Draco and his friends for breakfast that morning. I would have liked to sit with Neville to hear how the message was being received but since I had woken with Draco, I figured it best to stay with him and hear what the Slytherins thought about it.

"Probably some stupid first years," snorted Daphne.

"Are you stupid?" asked Astoria, turning to peer at her cousin like she had grown a third head. "First years wouldn't know about the bloody Chamber of Secrets messages."

"Do you think it has something to do with the Chamber of Secrets?" asked Blaise, spreading jam onto his toast.

"Sometimes I'm surprised how much goes over you Slytherin's heads," I laughed.

"And what do you mean by that, Weasley?" asked Draco, feigning outrage.

"The writing on the wall was talking about Dumbledore's Army. What does Dumbledore's Army have to do with the Chamber of Secrets?" I asked.

"Well…nothing," said Blaise, looking slightly sheepish. "Look, so what if some things go over my head. I'm hot."

I snorted. "Tell that to your imaginary girlfriend."

"You know," said Astoria, after the chuckles had died down at Blaise's expense. "I think Longbottom has something to do with it."

My throat felt tight as I swallowed hard. "Why do you think that?"

"Well he was always a firm Potter supporter and he practically worshipped the Golden Trio. Didn't he even go to the Ministry of Magic back in fifth year with them?" said Astoria. "And with Potter, Granger and Weasley gone, Longbottom probably thinks he has to carry on their legacy."

Draco turned to me suddenly with a suspicious look. "Didn't you also go to the Ministry of Magic with your brother, Potter, Granger, Longbottom and Luny Lovegood?"

I could feel my forehead reddening. "Those are my friends you're talking about."

"But you went with them?" pressed Draco. "Potter, Granger and your brother were member of Dumbledore's Army. Weren't you, Longbottom and Lovegood also members of Dumbledore's Army? I'm pretty sure I recall seeing your name on that list of members."

I narrowed my eyes at Draco in the best glare I could muster. I figured it worked when I noticed Draco draw back from me a few inches. "Are you accusing me of writing that message?"

"Uh oh, Draco's in trouble," Blaise chirped in a sing-song voice.

I shot Blaise the same glare I had thrown at Draco. Blaise flinched back and his smirk instantly sank to a look appropriate at someone's funeral. I jumped to my feet and angrily jerked my bag onto my shoulder.

"Where are you going?" asked Astoria, frowning at me.

"Somewhere that I won't be accused by my friends and boyfriend," I declared haughtily.

"C'mon Weasley," Draco called after me. "I didn't mean to accuse you! I was just saying it looks suspicious."

I ignored him as I marched down the aisle and turned to sit at the Gryffindor table. I spotted Neville sitting with Seamus Finnigan and I slipped in beside him.

"Hey," I said, pulling a bowl of oatmeal towards me. I had been too interested in hearing the Slytherins opinions on the message to eat at their table.

"Mornin'," said Seamus, playing with his soggy cereal.

"Hey Ginny," greeted Neville, shooting me a nervous smile.

I cleared my throat, deciding to just bring up the elephant in the room. "So have you guys heard about that message written in blood on the wall by the first floor girl's toilet?"

Seamus grinned. "I think its bloody brilliant."

Neville shot me a loaded look and I understood what he was trying to convey in that look. I agreed that Seamus would probably rejoin Dumbledore's Army and he would even be a great asset. But I also knew he was reluctant to join the first time around so approaching him would have to be done the right way.

"I wonder who did it?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"I don't know," said Seamus, shrugging. "But I wish I knew. I'd congratulate them."

"Congratulate them?" asked Neville.

"Well yeah. The Carrows are livid and whoever upsets those twats are okay with me," Seamus explained.

"I hope whoever did it doesn't get caught," said Neville. "I don't even want to imagine the kind of punishment that they'll get."

"You would think that the person who did it would have thought of that though," I said. "I'm sure they thought about what would happen and are ready for any repercussions."

"You guys talk like you know who it," said Seamus in a hushed voice, frowning. "Do you guys know?"

I smiled a little. I felt okay if Seamus could put the pieces together and figure it out. My gut was telling me that we could trust him. "How about, you just meet us at the Room of Requirement Thursday night, after everyone has gone to bed."

Seamus looked equal parts confused and excited. "I want to ask why but I won't. I'll be there."

"It's a secret," Neville added unnecessarily.

Seamus gave him a blank look. "I got that."

I cleared my throat. "Well I should get to class."

"See you around Ginny," Seamus called as I pushed away from the table.

I refused to look at Draco and the others as I marched out of the Great Hall. I honestly had no idea if I had the right to be mad at Draco for accusing me for writing the message. I mean, I was one of the people who did it. And I had lied to Draco about why I had been so late meeting him last night. But then again, it's not like I wanted it public knowledge that I had written it.

I decided then that I wouldn't tell him. But I wouldn't lie to him either. If Draco put the pieces together and asked me if I had done it, I would tell him the truth. I accepted him for who he was, Death Eater and all. The least he could do was accept that fact that I snuck out at night and wrote messages on the walls with blood.

That evening at supper, Professor Snape announced that there would not be a Halloween feast like previous years. He also gave a speech―assisted by the two angry Carrow twins―about the message that was left on the wall. As his nasally voice explained how the Crucio curse would be used repeatedly on the culprit once caught, I swore that he was looking at me.

I told myself that I had been imagining things as I followed behind a gaggle of second years out of the Great Hall.

"Ginny!"

I recognized Draco's cool voice instantly and I thought about shoving through the group of second years so I could race up the stairs. But I was a mature sixteen year old so instead, I slowed down so Draco could catch up to me.

"What's up Weasley?" he said.

I stopped walking and leaned against the stone wall to face Draco. "Nothing much, just going to go to the library to work on an essay for Muggle Studies."

"Do you want to come down to the Slytherin common room tonight and relax with the rest of us?" Draco asked. Either he was totally oblivious to the fact that I was still annoyed with him or he just chose to ignore it.

"I can't. I have to do this essay or I'll get another detention," I explained, careful to keep my voice neutral.

"Well then I'm coming to study with you," he announced. Without waiting to see if I wanted him to or not, he shot me a smirk and stalked off towards the dungeons.

I hadn't really intended to go to the library but now I had no choice. I clomped up to the common room, and ignoring Evanna and Florence who were doing homework together by the fire, I went up to the girls dormitory. Since Draco was going to be present, I felt an urge to look nicer than I did. So I changed into a sweater that wasn't so dingy and pulled my hair up into a sleek ponytail.

It was when I was digging in my trunk for a nicer pair of jeans that I realized what a mess my trunk had become. I had multiple rolled up socks, broken quills and scraps of parchment littered the bottom, Draco's Christmas present he had given me last year was wrapped tightly in a scarf, the jeans I had worn last night were crumpled and shoved in the corner and underneath those were the three jars of blood.

"Merlin's beard," I muttered under my breath as I proceeded to unroll all my socks. I had only a couple left when I grabbed another sock and I felt something hard inside. I unrolled it carefully and a thick silver ring fell out onto my palm. It was the Malfoy family ring Draco had given me before he had fled the school.

I found myself grinning like an idiot as I opened the little box of jewellery I kept in the bottom of my trunk and pulled out a simple silver chain. I slipped the little charm off the chain and slid the Malfoy ring on instead. I clasped it around my neck and tucked it under the collar. No would see that I was wearing a Malfoy ring.

Realizing how long I was taking, I quickly changed my jeans and promised myself that I would finish cleaning later. I grabbed my bag after making sure I had the right books and dashed all the way down to the library.

"It's about time," Draco drawled as I approached. He was sitting at the farthest table in the back with a textbook open in front of him as he twirled his wand between his long fingers.

"I got preoccupied," I explained, shoving his feet off the chair across from him and sitting down. Without another word, I pulled out my textbook, a piece of parchment and my quill and ink.

"What's got your famous temper flared up now?" asked Draco, a hint of exasperation colouring his voice.

My so called famous temper was begging me to completely go off on Draco, no matter how crazy I might sound, but I gritted my teeth and instead, ignored him. With extremely forced calm, I started flipping through my textbook until I found the right chapter.

"So that's how we're going to play it?" asked Draco after a stretch of silence. "You're going to ignore me until I either rightly guess what's wrong or until all my wrong guesses annoy you?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to skim through my text for the paragraphs I needed to reread for my essay.

"Is this about this morning?" he pressed. "You know I wasn't accusing you."

"Oh yeah?" I said, finally looking up from my work. "Then what was it?"

"I was just pointing out the fact that it looks suspicious that not only are you close to Potter, Weasley and Granger, but also Longbottom and Loony Lovegood."

"Ron is my brother!" I snapped, "Of course I would be close to him. And let's not forget that Hermione and Harry spend almost every summer with my family. Of course I would be close to them too!"

"Okay, fair points," Draco conceded.

Once I had broken the floodgates, it just wouldn't stop coming. "And where do you get off, judging my friends? Next to what your friends do, mine look like angels. So what if Luna is a little different and Neville maybe isn't the greatest wizard in the world. Not to mention, my other friends probably aren't the sanest."

"Weasley, what are you even talking about now?"

As sudden as my tirade came about, I ran out of steam just as quick. "I don't even know," I huffed deeply.

Draco was looking at me so weirdly, like I had grown an extra head or something, that I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Draco chuckled nervously which just made me laugh harder and eventually, Draco joined in, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

"Oh shite," Draco exclaimed suddenly, gesturing over my shoulder.

I clamped a hand over my mouth and turned in my seat to see Madam Pince bearing down on us with a murderous look on her face. Draco and I hurriedly stuffed our things into our bags and sped out of the library before Madam Pince could catch us and ban us from the library again.

"That was close," I giggled as Draco and I slipped into a secret passage behind a tapestry.

"Last thing I need is to be banned from the library again," said Draco, leaning against the stone wall and running a hand through his hair. "I fell behind in homework last time."

"When we were banned, I had to get my friends to sneak books out of the library that I needed," I sighed, leaning on the wall opposite Draco. "They were very annoyed."

Draco cleared his throat. "So, I'm going to ask you something, at the risk of you possibly cursing me."

I shrugged. "Take your chances if you'd like."

"Do you know anything about the message left on the wall?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I do."

"And are you going to tell me anything about it?"

"Only if you ask the right questions," I shot back.

"The right questions, like do you know who did it?"

"Yeah, that could be considered a right question," I said, trying not to smile. I already discerned that Draco was determined to find out what I knew and I had promised myself that I would tell Draco about it all if he guessed right.

"Weasley," Draco said, smirking. "You knew that was a question."

"Yes, I do know who did it," I said, brushing my hair out of my face.

Draco seemed to pick up on the reluctance in my voice. "Would you like to go somewhere more private to talk?"

I smiled. "That would be best."

Draco took my hand and led me out from behind the tapestry. We started up the closest set of stairs when I stopped, already figuring out where Draco wanted to go.

"I don't want to go to the Astronomy Tower," I said, images of Dumbledore tumbling over the edge like he did in my dreams, invading my mind. "Or the Room of Requirement."

"Then where would you like to go?" Draco asked, slight irritation in his voice.

"I'm not going to talk to you about anything if you're in a mood," I said, raising my eyebrows at him and glaring. I knew it was a look my mum often had and I remember dad once calling it the Prewett look.

"I'm not in a mood," sighed Draco. "It's just, you don't really talk about anything unless you get mad and you blurt it out in anger. And then when it seems like you're ready to talk, you start stalling."

"I'm not stalling!" I said, indignant. "I just don't want to sit and talk in the Astronomy Tower or the Room of Requirement. Too many memories is all."

That seemed to soften Draco a bit. He smiled down at me and intertwined our fingers. "Where would you feel most comfortable?"

"Follow me," I said, smiling and pulling Draco after me as I searched out what I needed. Down on the second floor, I found what I was looking for and stopped in front of the door.

"A broom cupboard?" Draco questioned. "You would feel most comfortable in a broom cupboard?"

"We just need a silencing charm and we're golden," I said, smiling at Draco's bemused look.

"You're kind of weird Weasley, you know that, right?" laughed Draco. But while he was calling me weird, he was looking at me so tenderly that my heart gave a lurch.

"C'mon," I said, pushing open the cupboard and pulling Draco inside. It was dark inside but I left it dark, knowing my eyes would adjust. I fumbled around until I found an upturned bucket and I sat down. Once Draco settled across from me, I pulled out my wand and locked the door with a tap and Draco cast a silencing charm.

"You're right, super cosy," muttered Draco, shifting around on the cardboard box he had sat on.

My eyes had adjusted to the dimness and I could see the brooms and mops leaning against the wall. Across from me, I could make out Draco's outline and his bright grey eyes.

"I feel like we won't be interrupted here," I said, reaching across and taking Draco's hand. With his thumb, he rubbed circles on my hand.

"Did you write the message on the wall?" asked Draco, cutting straight to his biggest question.

"I did," I replied simply.

Draco was quiet for a few minutes, absorbing the information, but I took comfort in the fact that his thumb kept rubbing circles into my hand. Finally he broke the silence with another question.

"Why?"

"Why did I write the message?" I questioned, stalling. I knew I told myself that if questioned, I would tell Draco the truth, but I was afraid that he would be angry if I told him that I was trying to counteract the evil that I had been a part of last year.

"Yeah. Did you write it to rebel against the Carrows? Or are you really trying to restart Dumbledore's Army?"

"You have to understand something," I said, gripping's Draco's hand tighter. "When I helped you repair the Vanishing Cabinet, I never questioned why you needed it. I knew that it wasn't going to be used for anything good, but I helped anyway. I didn't tell anyone about that and I didn't tell anyone that you and your friends were Death Eaters. I kept all that knowledge to myself for you."

"I know that and I'm sorry," breathed Draco. "I hated that you were mixed up in all that after I realized that I cared about you. But what does that have to do with all this?"

"What I'm going to tell you, I want you to promise that you'll keep it all to yourself and not tell anyone, not even Astoria. Don't ask specific questions or anything, and I'm asking you to do this for me because I did it for you."

Draco lapsed back into silence.

"If you can't do that," I said, smiling gently. "Then I can't tell you about any of it."

"I won't tell," said Draco. "After everything I put you through, I owe you this. No matter what you say, I won't tell a soul. And I promise, it won't change anything with us."

"Thank you," I breathed, relief flooding my chest.

Draco smiled and cleared his throat. "So, what's the story?"

I smiled too, knowing that Draco wouldn't judge whatever I said. "I am restarting Dumbledore's Army. Not just to rebel against the Carrows, though that is a reason. We want restart it to teach the younger ones− if they're willing to learn− real Defense Against the Dark Arts, not dark magic aimed to harm. The main reason though is to have, well, an army ready to help Harry fight whenever he returns to fight Voldemort."

"You said we," said Draco. "Who is we?"

"I'll only tell you if you promise that you won't make any kind of remark to them that implies that you know anything about Dumbledore's Army," I said, sounding more severe than I intended.

"It's Longbottom and Lovegood, isn't it?"

"It is. The three of us are going to restart the D.A."

"You accepted that I'm working for the Dark Lord, so I'm going to accept that you're working for Harry Potter," said Draco heavily. "But I won't take part in anything to do with Dumbledore's Army. You can try to teach the younger kids all you'd like and I won't say a word to anyone, but I won't participate."

"And that's okay," I said, beaming. "I wasn't expecting you to."

"So you think Potter's really coming back from wherever he is?"

"I really don't know where Harry is, if that's what you're getting at," I said. "Remember, you asked me over the summer when you attacked my brothers wedding."

"Don't remind me," groaned Draco. "Not my finest moment in your eyes."

"I think you're fine," I said, smiling.

"Are you trying to flirt with me Weasley?" asked Draco, grinning broadly at me.

"Is it working?" I asked.

Draco shrugged. "Maybe.

"You know," I said, looking around the small cupboard. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to have a shag in a place where someone can easily hear and find us."

"There's a silencing charm on this cupboard," Draco pointed out. "Not quite you're fantasy."

I wrapped my hands around Draco's neck and rested our foreheads together, which was an easy feat in the close confines. "Then take the silencing charm off," I murmured, brushing my lips against Draco's.

"Bloody hell Weasley," Draco laughed quietly. "What are you doing to me?"

"All kinds of things," I whispered before pressing my lips to Draco's.

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