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“What do you think you’re doing here, Slytherin?” Harry snapped. Ryan looked at him blankly and mumbled something about being lost. “Do I look like I care? Get out of here. This is the Gryffindor corridor.”

“Eat slugs, Potter.” Draco appeared out of the shadows and slung an arm around the younger girl’s shoulders. “Hey little sister, we’ve been looking for you everywhere. This is a little far for you to walk alone. Especially with rubbish like him about.”

“I saw a portrait of a dancer and she told me that there was a room here at Hogwarst that I could dance in. A room that would provide everything that I need to practice.”

“Ah, the room of requirement. I’ll show it to you later. But you’r going to be late for dinner in the Great Hall, and then Ginny would have my head, so unless you want me to join the headless hunt-“ Ryan giggled with pleasure. “It will simply have to wait until after dinner.”

“Are you going to leave anytime soon?” Potter demanded.

“Go take a long walk off a short plank, Potter.”

“Get lost, Malfoy, and take your new pet with you, you sodding id-“ Potter’s mouth kept moving, but he wasn’t making any sound.

“Language in the presence of a lady is unforgiveable, Potter.” Draco calmly pocketed the wand. “When you’re ready to apologize to Miss Shiva, I’ll remove the hex.” He turned and walked away, leaving a sputtering Potter in his wake.



“Why does Hermione look ready to spit nails, Draco?”

“Seen Potter recently?”

“No, I-what did you do?”

“He swore in front of Ryan, so I turned the volume of his voice off. I’ll remove it when he decides to apologize.”

“Honestly, one of these days, you’re going to kill each other with your bare hands.”

“Most likely. Can you keep an eye on the cannon fodder for me? I have to go to the library to look something up for that killer Transfiguration paper.”

“Yes, but you promised to stop calling them that.”

“I will.”

“When?” she put her hands on her hips and raised one eyebrow.

“Sometime before I graduate. I’ll be back in half an hour.” He leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Bye.”

Ginny watched him walk away, before returning to her meal. A moment later, she felt someone tap her shoulder and she turned, expecting to see Hermione demand an explanation for Harry’s predicament. But instead she came face to face with a good-looking tall boy with black hair and honest blue eyes.



Draco never reached the library. He heard screaming in his head, and recoiled sharply from the noise. His head started spinning as the familiar sensation of pain exploded behind his temples. “Not now.” He dropped to the ground, rocking back and forth until blackness faded in.



“Blaise!” Ginny threw her arms around his neck. “You’re back! You’ll have to tell me and Draco absolutely everything.”

“Later. Where’s Draco anyway?”

Before she could reply, a voice came from behind her. “He’s scared and he’s hurt.”

Ginny spun around and stared at Andy. “What did you say?”

“He’s all alone and he’s shaking like somebody cursed him. I can feel his fear and it’s making me cold.”

“Where is he?” Blaise inserted quickly. “this is important, kid. If you’re telling the truth, Draco’s having a seizure and we need to find him now.”

“I don’t know! Make it stop!”

“I can’t make it stop. Please, where is he?”

“A corridor, right outside a door. There’s a statue of a little girl a few feet away.” All of a sudden, Andy clapped her hands over her ears. “Don’t.”

“Krystyna’s Memorial.” Ginny and Blaise whispered at the same time. “Ryan, Ian and Rowan take Andy to Professor Dumbledore immediately,” Ginny ordered over her shoulder before following Blaise.”

“Go tell Madam Pomfrey, so she’s ready.”

“You’ll need help,” she called out.

“No, I won’t!”

Ginny changed directions and headed down to the Hospital Wing. She had just explained the situation to Madame Pomfrey when Blaise appeared supporting Draco’s weight. “It was over by the time, I got there, but he’s still out.”

“This shouldn’t have happened.”

“None of this should have happened, Ginny. Now, trust me and get out of here. You won’t like seeing what this does to him.”

“He needs me.”

“He needs you to go outside and wait. When he’s awake and in his right head, I’ll come get you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Blaise kissed her cheek and pushed her towards the door. “Go find that freaky little seer girl and thank her.”

“Oh, I will. Believe me, I will.”



At eleven-seventeen, Blaise finally emerged from the room. “You can go in. Just be quiet.”

Ginny hugged him and dashed for Draco’s bedside. He smirked weakly at her. “So much for impenetrable.”

“I’m so sorry that I wasn’t with you.”

“It’s not your fault, Ginny. I thought that they were over or I would have stayed near someone who knew how to handle it. Stop thinking about it, okay? Now, tell me something funny, because I need a good laugh.”

“Well, Harry is still walking around as a mute. Dumbledore won’t reverse it for him, because he thinks that Harry was in the wrong, so it won’t do any harm to let him be taken down a peg.”

“I forgot about him.”

“He hasn’t.” She grinned. “Hermione’s fit to be tied. She can’t counter the spell and who knows how long you’ll be up here, although I think that it will be a much shorter time than it will take Harry to apologize to a Slytherin.”

“You may be right.”

“Blaise is back.”

“I know.”

“Did he get a chance to tell you?”

“He’ll tell us tomorrow.”


A/N: King of all cliffhangers. Bye-bye for now. @->--

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