My Five Year
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

I put the love potion back on the shelf. It was pointless to try and buy someone's love. Love should just happen over time, without you knowing. I slipped away from Hermione. I put Arnold, my purple Pygmy Puff on my shoulder, walking out of Fred and George's shop. I walked around the corner and saw Harry talking to the Malfoy's.
"Wow. Look at that... He's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband," Harry said. I didn't know what they were talking about and I didn't want to know. Draco jumped forward.
"Don't you dare talk to my mother like that, Potter!"
"It's all right, Draco. I expect Potter will be reunited with dear Sirius before I am reunited with Lucius," Narcissa said calmly. I half smiled. Draco did get his wit from his mother. I looked at the family and Harry. Narcissa turned Draco away from Harry as Hermione called out to him. Harry didn't see me as he walked back over to her. The Sirius comment would have caught him off guard. He didn't deal with loosing Sirius well, but he had Hermione. I turned and followed Draco and his mother into a shop.
"Hey," I said and Draco turned around to look at me, his mum standing a few rows over from us. "I haven't got a letter back for a few weeks," I said. "Is everything okay," I asked. We had been writing to each other all holidays. He needed someone to listen and I needed the same. I took the Pygmy Puff off my shoulder and put him on Draco's shoulder. Arnold jumped up and down on his shoulder and I smiled. "His names Arnold," I said.
"So," he snapped. The smiled dropped from my face and I looked over to his mum.
"How are you," I asked.
"Depends who's asking," he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm asking," I said sternly. "Just me."
"I'm fine," he said bitterly, looking to his mum. I sighed. I knew he was lying. It wasn't hard to tell, but there wasn't a lot I could. I didn't know a lot. The order didn't tell me anything. I didn't know the hurt Draco was in.


I wiped the blood from Harry's lip.
"There you go," I said and smiled, handing him back the cloth. I saw Draco get up and walk away from his table. I sighed.
"You have no proof," Hermione muttered but I wasn't listening.
"I don't need proof," Harry said. "It's Draco we are talking about."
"I'll be back," I said, standing up. I walked away from the Gryffindor table but I don't think any of them noticed. I followed Draco out of the hall, grabbing him as he walked around the next corner.
"What the hell," he snapped, pushing me off him. He hand grabbed for his wand.
"What are you thinking? Attacking Harry," I snapped. "Why? What would you achieve from that?"
"Oh yes. The famous Harry Potter couldn't do anything wrong," he growled. "It wasn't like he was ease dropping on my conversations!"
"Don't do that. Don't make this about him," I growled back. "It's about you. What's wrong with you?"
"I didn't. You're the one yelling about Potter not me," he snapped. I scoffed and gritted my teeth.
"You can't go around attacking people," I said. "They aren't going to stand for it."
"I can do whatever I want," he snapped.
"Don't say that like we aren't friends!"
"Friends, Weasley," he snapped. "Why would I be friends with someone like you," he growled, looking down his noses at me. The way I had seem him do hundred times to Hermione.
"Fine," I said, crossing my hands over my chest. "We aren't friends," I muttered, turning around from him. My eyes stung as I fought the tears.
"Ginny," he called out but I just kept walking. I don't know what I would have done if he had told me what You Know Who was making him do, but I didn't deserve that.


"Dean I," I whimpered and I sighed. "I don't want to talk anymore," I muttered, turning away from Dean the tears running down my cheeks.
"Gin," he called out, reaching out to me.
"No," I muttered.
"Ginny," he said again but I pulled away from him. "We need to talk about this." I sniffed.
"No. I mean I know, but no. Not now, I'm late," I said, walking away from him.
"Gin," he called out. I ran from the corroder, the tears running down my tears. I ran around the corner and into someone. I looked up at Draco and rubbed the tears from my eyes quickly.
"What do you want," I said and sniffled. He looked at me and his eyes grew wide. He eyes took a second to understanding what he was seeing.
"Ginny, are you okay," he asked. I straightened up and shook my head.
"I'm fine," I said, turning away from him. I took a deep breath trying to compose myself.
"Gin," he said, reaching out to touch me.
"I'm fine," I snapped.
"It's that dean kid. Isn't it? What did he do," he asked. My face hardened.
"I have to go. I'm late," I growled, walking around him.
"You're going to the Slug party," he asked. I don't know why I was surprised he knew. He knew everything, and Harry was becoming more and more convinced he was a death eater. I sighed and turned back to him. I don't know why I did, but I did.
"Yes," I answered, crossing my hands over my chest.
"How?" I smirked at the thought.
"Slughorn saw me hex Zacharias Smith," I said and he smirked. It was odd what people bonded over.
"Why," he asked.
"He kept going on and on about the fight at the Department of Mysteries. So I hexed him and Slughorn saw. I thought I was going to get detention, but he just thought it was a really good hex and invited me," I said.
"Good work," he said and smirked. "You look really nice by the way," he said and I looked down to the dress I was wearing to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party. I had totally forgotten about it after my fight with Dean.
"Don't do that," I said, shaking my head. "Don't act like we are still friends. You ended that. You can't just take it back. You've been acting off all year."
"I'm not Potter," he snapped. "This isn't off. This is who I am!"
"I don't need to have more fights. I have Ron and Dean for that," I growled back. "I'm going to be late," I said through clenched teeth and turned away from him again.