I'm really, really sorry that this took me so long and I hope you all like it. There's another chapter coming quite quickly after this one, just so you don't feel deprived as this is quite short.
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*Blaise*
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
"Fuck off Malfoy."
"But, Blaise, he's calling us!"
I whirled round, my wand already in my hand, "I said fuck off Malfoy!" I yelled, the tip an inch from his nose. He gulped, his eyes darting from my face to the wand and back again. He took a tentative step backwards, trying to speak.
"What'll I tell him? He'll kill you!"
"Do I look like I care? He'd be doing me a massive favour,"
I turned and started to walk back towards the castle.
"What about Ginny?"
"What about her?"
"He'll go after her..."
Within seconds Malfoy had been thrown back through the air, arms' whirling to land in an undignified heap at the castle wall, with a loud crack that I hoped was at least a rib. I grabbed his collar, "He doesn't even know about Ginny," I snarled.
His downwards flick of the eyes told me everything.
*Ginny*
She wasn't crying, just stood staring stupidly at the spot on the floor where he had been stood. He was a death eater...
It didn't make sense, and at the same time it made perfect sense. She realised with shock that she was more relieved now that she knew the truth, than before when her feelings of unease had harrowed her until she had lain awake every night trying to work out an answer from no question. She tried to uncover any feelings of disgust, any revulsion at the truth and came up with nothing. She knew, secretly, that it made no difference; the distress across his features had told her everything when Malfoy pulled him away from her.
Ginny was sensible, in most thing, and she knew that this had not been a choice of his. Having reached her decision, she ran to the window trying to spot him, all she wanted now was to find him, and tell him that it didn't matter, that she knew...