A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out. Life has been full of things that needed to be done. Hopefully my friend won't take as long.

Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters. Oh well….

Part II Chapter 18

"Gin?" Hermione called when she did not see her in the attic.

"In here," Ginny said from the room they shared. "I was just changing into clean clothes before I came back down. Wouldn't want to get mum in a bigger fuss then she's already in," she explained when Hermione popped her head into the door, faking a smile.

Hermione studied her for second, as if debating whether to speak or not. The latter must have won out because she just nodded her head and closed the door. Ginny stared at the closed door gratefully. The older witch did not point out that she was in the same dirty robes she had on in the attic. Yanking the dirty robes off, she grabbed the loose dress she slept in, pulled it over her head, and laid down on her bed. Her resolve to go and eat had disappeared. Right now all she wanted was to sleep.

I have forgotten myself in your absence

Draco smiled to himself as he grabbed a handful of floo powder. It was time to pay his old professor a visit. He had finally convinced his father to let him be a double agent and he was not going to let the chance slip through his fingers.

"Hogwarts, Headmaster's office."

Stepping out of the fireplace, he brushed the ash from his shoulders. Ash had to be the worse part about flooing. The lack of wands pointing at him was a surprise. He was grateful for that but it was a surprise, nonetheless. He scanned the office for signs of Snape, repressing the memories that threatened to resurface from his last visit to this office.

It was near nightfall, Snape would return soon. Draco plopped down in a chair in the corner, shielded in the shadows. He just hoped the other man wouldn't be too long.

Or have you forgotten yourself

"Ginny?" Fred said knocking on her door. "Hermione said she was changing to come down over and hour ago, but she still hasn't made her way down," he told his brother. He knocked again. When he didn't get an answer he got slightly worried.

"You don't think she off-ed herself, do you?" George asked, standing behind him with a plate of food.

"Really, Mate, do you think this is a time to be joking?" Fred asked, eyeing a scone on the plate. He made a grab for it when George slapped his hands away.

"Sorry, Fred, this is for Ginny."

Fred knocked again and waited. After a few seconds, he just opened the door. He walked in, followed closely by George. It was dark in the room and there was no sign of Ginny.

"Where is she?" George asked, not hiding the worry in his voice.

"I don't know," Fred said, pulling his wand out. "I'm going to check the bed."

He pointed to the bed with his wand, jumping back when the blankets moved slightly.

"Mhmmm."

"Fred, the bed just talked," George whispered. "Poke it again."

Fred jabbed his wand into the bed once more and was rewarded with another groan.

Ginny grumbled to herself. She couldn't even sleep in peace without something or someone poking her. Turning from her side, she stretched out her limbs only to be greeted by the faces of Fred and George, when she pulled the blanket from her face.

"I should have known," Ginny groaned, taking in their aloof expressions. She rubbed the spot in her back where they poked her, eyeing them evilly and contemplating her revenge. "What do you want?"

George just smiled and winked at her, holding the plate of food before her face. "Hungry?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Starving," Ginny grunting, reaching for the food.

They sat in silence as she ate. They stayed that way until their mum called the twins to do something for her. She smiled as she watched them go. It was nice having the calm time she had with them. Calm is what she needed; not yelling or fighting, just calm. Polishing off her plate a few minutes later, she placed it on her side dresser when a small vial caught her eye.

Perhaps I have forgotten our love

Draco glanced down at his watch. What on earth was that man doing? He hated waiting…for anyone. He's gotten into plenty of arguments with Ginny over this because the girl was consistently late. Matter of fact, he was pretty sure they used to give her a free first period just for this reason. Chuckling, he looked around the dark office. On Snape's desk was a small book. He had seen that book before. Where?

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A gasp escaped her lips. How could she have forgotten? It was the memory she had pulled from the faceless man. Hopefully this would narrow down his killer and maybe identify him. She grabbed the vial, and a small pensive, and made her way back up to the attic, locking the door behind her.

She released the light wisp into the pensive. It was now or never, she thought before plunging her head deep into the memory.

"You're going to die, Creevey."

Colin was strapped to a chair. Blood dripped from the wounds on his body and his right eye was swollen shut. Fear was ripping though his body, causing him to shake.

Draco lowered his head close to the dying man's ear. "Please forgive me, for like you, I am also a victim of this cruel war."

"No, please, no," Colin gasped, his voice constricted with pain. "I beg you, have mercy."

Draco stood before him, a long metal pole in his hands. In one swift motion, he brought the pole down onto Colin's head.

Ginny sat back, staring at the pensive in horror. Draco's face was imprinted on her brain. His face of bliss; he enjoyed what he did. Ginny felt as if she was going to be sick.

Perhaps you forgot my love

"It's about time you showed up," an aggravated Draco snapped to the very surprised Snape when he walked into his office.

"Draco?" Snape asked, trying to study the figure in the shadows of his office.

Draco stood up and moved into the light. "The one and only," he smirked.

"What are you doing here?" Snape asked, conjuring up some whiskey.

"My father sent me. He wants me to be a double agent."

"Why are you really here?"

Draco lowered his head. "To be with her."

Snape nodded as he handed Draco a glass of whiskey. "I'll talk to the order tomorrow."

They tapped their glasses in a silent toast and drank in silence.

How bittersweet the heart beats

"Ginny?" Harry asked as she walked by his door.

She kept moving, not even giving him a second look. "Wonder what that was about," he mumbled to himself and went on wrapping the gift in front of him. He had just finished it when a frazzled Hermione came bolting into his room, shouting his name. "What has gotten into you?" he asked as he frowned down at her slightly.

"Have you seen Ginny?" she blurted, scanning the room hastily as if Harry had her hidden somewhere in the room.

"Eh…yeah. She walked by about twenty minutes ago," he paused and scratched the back of him head. "Is something wrong?"

Hermione looked at him as if shocked. She was standing in front of him. She opened her mouth to speak but turned and left the room. Harry shook his head as he stared at the door she just disappeared through.

"Something is really up with the girls here," he mumbled to himself.

A/N: I know it's short but it's my friend's turn now. I hope you liked it. Remember, please read and review.