Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the plot, though I really wish I could own Draco Malfoy..*sigh* oh well, enjoy.

Chapter1

"A Little Birdie Told Me"





When he died, everything changed.

Ginny Weasley’s entire life seemed to shift gears after the death of Sirius Black She didn’t know why, but ever since the incident at the Department of Mysteries, she would wake up in the mornings with bruises on her body, and strange images in her mind.

Along with these images, she always had a strange sense of Deja vu, as if she had already seen this before, already felt these emotions. It took her months to finally realize that she was not having normal dreams, and that they were actually showing her the future.

She was, in fact, a Dream Oracle. The term seemed so funny to her, so unbelievable. But after a regular occurrence of situations where she already knew what was going to happen, and when, she was convinced she had a gift.

Ginny was always able to tell when a dream was showing her the future; the dreams were so intense and emotional, that they seemed real. She could feel pain, joy, sorrow, and pleasure, in greater amounts than in normal dreams. And for some strange reason, she knew these dreams had a connection with Sirius.

Even Though he is dead, or maybe, because of it, Ginny feels Sirius’s spiritual presence in all of her dreams. She knows that it is because of him she has this gift, but why? Why her? She wonders if he has given anyone else this ability, like Harry. She would ask, but she has never told anyone about it, in fear of their reaction, or lack of.

‘It doesn’t matter anyway.’ She tells herself. ‘It’s just knowing a bit more than most people for a little while, no one would really care.’

She didn’t know how wrong she was.

* * * * *

Ginny awoke to loud screaming; someone was in pain, being tortured, the sound was horrible. It took her seconds to realize the noise was coming from her mouth, which immediately snapped shut. Her nightgown stuck to her from sweat, and she was shaking slightly.

"Goddamn nightmares" She muttered before rising out of the sagging bed, and tiptoeing out the door.

The floor of Number 12, Grimmauld Place was shockingly cold, and it spread from her toes to her legs as she made her way to the bathroom door adjacent to her room. Once inside, she splashed warm water onto her face, slowly awakening her from her groggy state.

She tilted her head to glance at the tired face staring back at her. Chocolate brown eyes, bright red hair, and the light dusting of freckles on her nose just shouted Weasley. She would give anything to be somebody else right now, however.

This wasn’t the first time she had been abruptly woken up in the middle of the night screaming, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She was very grateful of the silencing charms placed on her room by her brothers Fred and George; they had gladly complied when she asked them, hoping she was using it to help with their joke shop.

But the thing that bothered her most right now was the dream she had been having before she’d been forced to consciousness. Her eyes drifted closed as she tried hard to recall the exact details of this particular nighttime vision.

It had been late at night in a muggle suburban town, and all of the houses were neat and well kept. But there was something horribly wrong; Death Eaters, In black cloaks and white masks, swarmed the houses, casting spell after spell at the terrified families. There was screaming, people running, falling, and crying.

Ginny’s dream seemed to be following a pair of Death Eaters that had broken into a small blue house through the back door, and were currently charging through it, destroying everything that crossed their paths. One of the Death Eaters slammed open the door to a bedroom to find a teenage girl with a wand raised standing in front of a middle aged couple. The Death Eater moved forward and raised his wand to stun the girl, when her eyes met his.

Ginny’s eyes snapped open. Her face had gone pale, her eyes were unnaturally round.

"Hermione," She breathed. The girl in her dream had been Hermione. She had gone home for the summer to spend time with her family, and as far as Ginny knew, she was still there.

Her mind was made up, she needed to tell someone, Hermione needed to come to Grimmauld Place. Ginny immediately headed upstairs to Harry and Ron’s room. She opened the door quietly, and looked inside, squinting to see two sleeping figures occupying the room.

"Harry...Ron...Wake up...." She poked their motionless forms. They shifted a bit, and Harry even asked "wha...?" Before Ginny had to repeat the process. Once they were both conscious, Ginny cleared her throat.

"Okay, neither of you are probably going to believe me, but I can see the future in my dreams. I’ve been able to for the past two months, and a few minutes ago I had a dream that a group of Death Eaters attacked Hermione and her family at her home."

A stunned silence followed this announcement, and Ron shifted uncomfortably on his bed. He glanced at Harry, who had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Right, well, are you sure this was a vision, or just an ordinary dream?" asked Ron with a frown. Ginny sighed angrily.

"Ron! I wouldn’t lie about something like this! Hermione is not safe, and we need to get her back here!" Her cheeks had a pink tinge to them, and she was clearly frustrated.

"I believe you, Ginny." Harry said calmly. Ginny felt somewhat relieved to hear those words, she had spent so long convincing herself that everyone would think she’s crazy.

"Thanks Harry, but we really need to help Hermione!" She cried desperately.

Realization seemed to dawn on Ron’s face as he suddenly jumped up and yelled

"What are we waiting for?" and even grabbed his wand before Ginny put a hand on his shoulder and eased him back into a sitting position.

"Relax, Ron," She said, slightly alarmed. "My visions don’t usually actually happen until a week or so later. We don’t have much time, but we don’t need to go rescue team on her." Ron sighed submissively, and exchanged a look with Harry, and they both nodded.

"Let’s just hope someone is awake at this time of night." Muttered Harry with a worn look on his face.

Harry abruptly stood up and exited the room, with Ron following behind. Ginny had to jog to catch up with them, they were moving at a fast pace. They made their way downstairs to the basement kitchen where they found Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt sitting at the eating table. Harry cleared his throat, and their attention snapped to the three teenagers in front of them.

"Professor Lupin, we need to get Hermione here as soon as possible, her life may be in danger." Harry said without hesitation. Ginny was surprised, Harry usually dove head first into things without any clue as to what or how. It seemed as if she wasn’t the only one affected by the death of Sirius; Harry seemed to have lost some of his rashness in rescuing people.

Lupin look slightly confused and he glanced between the three of them. Sensing the seriousness, and their lack of warmth, he knew this was no joke. He coughed and ran a hand through his hair, his exhaustion evident in his motions.

"She will be summoned here immediately." Lupin said with ease. The war seemed to be taking it’s toll on him; the bags under his eyes and lines on his face were now more pronounced than ever. Harry held up his hand.

"And her parents too." He added simply. Ginny nodded in acceptance to this whole exchange, and began to think maybe she would get out of this with no one else having to know about her ability. At least Hermione would be safe, and that was what mattered.

"Oh, and Harry," Lupin called as they began to walk out of the kitchen, "How did you come about the information that Hermione may be in trouble?"

A smile pulled at the corner of Harry’s mouth and he winked at Ginny.

"A little birdie told me."



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A/N: Second Chapter, be afraid, be VERY afraid...lol Just kidding.


"Broken Memories"



The next day Hermione arrived at Number 12 Grimmauld place, with her nervous looking parents trailing behind her. To say they were shocked at their surroundings would be an understatement; they were gazing open mouthed at everything that came across their line of vision. Ginny was very friendly when she spoke to them, and they seemed to like her more than anyone else they’d been introduced to.

Hermione was ecstatic when she first saw Ginny; attacking her with hugs and bushy hair. It wasn’t until Hermione whispered into her ear "Thank you, Ginny," Did she realize someone squealed. Not that she minded Hermione knowing about her gift, she just hated knowing that people were talking about her behind her back.

A few days after Hermione’s return to Grimmauld Place, everyone was packing and preparing for the return to Hogwarts. Ginny was excited about going back, she loved the feeling of excitement and mystery that seemed to capture her every time she would think of the magnificent castle.

Growing up in a small cramped house seemed to make her more drawn to big open spaces, with plenty of room to herself, but not quite isolated. When her brothers would leave for Hogwarts in previous years she could remember gazing at the train dreamily. She would imagine what it must be like to be off on your own, away from parents and definite safety. In her first year, however, she would have given quite a lot to have definite safety.

She shuddered as she remembered the incident with the Chamber. She hated thinking about Tom’s handsome face and soothing, comforting voice. She had trusted him, and being the naive 11 year-old she was, she had loved him. She still had nightmares from time to time, showing her broken memories of feathers and blood, and of course, that blasted diary.

But, that was in the past, and the past was a place Ginny did not like to dwell. So, she packed her trunk, and a gleam of gold caught her eye. She looked over at Hermione’s bed, which was located right next to her own. On the worn comforter lay Hermione’s Gryffindor Prefect Badge, shining impressively. Ginny sighed, she had not been made a prefect this year, and she was somewhat disappointed. A new broom was something she really wanted right about now...

"Hey, Gin." Said a voice from her doorway. She started and looked around. Fred and George were leaning against the threshold, looking extremely smug.

Ginny ran up to them and hugged them excitedly. She then pulled back and scowled, and her hand met the side of Fred’s face, then George’s.

"Fred and George Weasley, you haven’t been to see me in FOUR weeks. I’ll have you know that the train for Hogwarts leaves tomorrow, and then I won’t be seeing you for MONTHS! I feel neglected, and I shall be emotionally scarred for LIFE!" She tossed her hair back and put a hand to her face, mocking drying tears.

Fred and George looked quite stunned that she had slapped them, but catching her playful tone they immediately faked sorry. George put a hand to his heart and Fred pretended to faint.

"Well, I guess we have no use for these then, we were going to give them to a certain red haired vixen, but now it seems she would rather bludgeon us then accept our apologies."

Ginny gasped as he conjured a pile of brand new Hogwarts robes that looked as if they would fit Ginny perfectly. George laughed at Ginny’s dumbfounded expression.

"We’re very sorry, but business has been taking up quite a bit of our time, so we thought we’d make up it up to you with a slight wardrobe change."

Ginny squeaked. She was in complete shock at the thought of having robes that were not previously owned by an adolescent boy.

"Slight? How many did you buy?" She said, noticing the size of the pile. Fred chuckled.

"Enough. So here you are, dearest sister. Enjoy." He then threw the robes on to her bed.

"Thank you so much!" Ginny exclaimed, giving them both bone cracking hugs.

"Just remember," George said suddenly, in a pleasant voice, "You get involved with any boys, we’ll snap their necks and make you dress as a nun for the rest of your life."

Ginny looked at them incredulously.

"You could do that?" She asked, very much alarmed. Fred twirled his wand and smirked, giving her the obvious answer.

"You have some packing to do." George said before Fred and him exited her room.

Ginny sighed and began looking over the new pile of clothes that had overtaken her bed. She was grinning like a madwoman, this year was starting out to be the best so far. Never before had she owned brand new robes custom made to fit her.

She quickly packed her things then made her way downstairs for dinner. In the kitchen she found her mum and the golden trio preparing tonight’s meal. Ron coughed when she entered the room, and Hermione’s and Harry’s heads snapped up. They dropped what they were doing and made a beeline for her.

"Ginny, guess what," Ron said excitedly. "They caught a load of Death Eaters last night that were raiding a muggle town. Someone must have tipped off the aurors, because not a single muggle was harmed." He winked at her and beamed.

Ginny smiled unsurely and nodded, trying not to be upset that it seemed like everyone was beginning to find out about her gift. At least noone thought she was crazy or lying, but she still didn’t want it to be like the end of her first year when everyone was worrying about her.

The trouble with Ginny was that no one had ever really noticed her, and that was why it was so easy for Tom in her first year. Her family and friends really were very stupid, if they would have opened their eyes for a second they would have seen that she was suffering, and that something was very wrong.

Ginny eyed Harry jealously; everyone notices when he’s being a pissy little brat. They all notice when he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, but no one hears her yells, or sees her bruises. She glared at the table angrily. Even now, when they know something is going on, they ignore it. She couldn’t wait to be free of them at Hogwarts; she would make new friends and go on her own adventures, and deal with her own problems.

"Ginny?" Her mother’s voice filled her ears, and she realized they were alone in the kitchen. Molly was gazing at her with overly bright eyes, concern etched on her face.

"Ginny dear, I’m going to miss you a lot this year, and I just want you to know that I’m proud of you, and I can’t believe how much you’ve grown." Ginny inwardly rolled her eyes. Oh great. It looks like Mum knows too. She forced a cheerful smile onto her face.

"Thanks, mum."

* * * * *

The journey to platform 9 3/4 was easier than last year’s, this year they were able to borrow ministry cars with dad being back on friendly terms with Fudge. Percy had also come around; over the summer he apologized profusely to the family, saying he knew in his heart they were right all along.

At the station Ginny kissed her parents good bye and hurried on to the train to try and find a compartment to herself. On her way she ran into Harry, and he insisted they find one together. They found the second to last compartment empty, so they remained there for the majority of the train ride.

Ginny and Harry talked about mostly Quidditch and school, it was obvious she was still not worthy enough to talk about more important things. When Ron and Hermione finally came Ginny was grateful. She was finding it incredibly boring to be sitting next to The-Boy-Who-Lived, her infamous crush on him seemed to have faded.

The arrival of Ron and Hermione meant she was no longer obliged to stay in that particular compartment, so she left to cruise the train. On her walk she met several friends from last year, and even the evil git himself, Draco Malfoy. She glared at him when he walked by her, and those cold gray eyes were the same as the ones she had seen through a Death Eater’s mask just two months ago. She shivered at the memory of being grabbed and almost tortured, and Malfoy must have seen her tremor because he gave her his trademark smirk.

Ginny rolled her eyes and kept walking, but soon returned to the compartment with her brother and his friends occupying it. When the trained slowed she was able to see Hogwarts castle silhouetted against the black velvet sky, and she felt her heart soar. She was genuinely happy to be back.

The return feast was pretty uneventful, Ginny sat with her two closest friends from last year, Sierra Cougan and Casie Ford. Sierra’s platinum blonde hair and tall figure made her look like a Beauty Contest regular, While Casie was shorter with longer dirty blonde hair that made her look like the sporty type. They were both chattering blondes, and both got along great with Ginny.

When they got to the common room, Harry walked up to Ginny shyly, and asked if he could talk to her in private. Sierra oohed and Casie catcalled before Ginny hissed at them to shut up. Harry led her to a quiet corner and cleared his throat.

"This year, there’s this new class, it’s gonna be pretty small, but I was wondering if you’d want to go to it with me. It’s for, well, er, people with, um, psychics. It’s supposed to help you with your, er, power." Harry said nervously.

Ginny was surprised, she didn’t know what to expect when he pulled her into this corner, but this was definitely not something she could’ve guessed.

"Um, yeah, if it’s not too much work. I have O.W.L.s this year, so it can’t take up too much of my time." Ginny was curious about this class, what could it possibly offer? And Harry was right, it was going to be a small class. How many psychics could there possibly be at Hogwarts?

"Well, there’s a notice for it on the bulletin board, they’re having a meeting this Friday, and I guess they’ll explain more then. Will you go to the meeting with me? Only people that have the gift are allowed, so I can’t ask Ron or Hermione." He asked, giving Ginny an innocent smile. She smiled back and decided to go.

"Sure, I’ll go." she said indifferently. Harry seemed to perk up.

"Great, well, it’s Friday, at 6:00, so I’ll wait for you in the common room." He said happily, then strode back over to Ron and Hermione.

When Ginny returned to where Casie and Sierra were attempting to spy on her, they giggled and started bombarding her with questions.

"What did he say?"

"Did he ask you out?"

"Are you going out with him?"

"Did you guys break up?"

"Ginny, oh my god, are you pregnant?"

"Is it a boy or girl?"

Ginny yelped and told them to hush.

"No! You guys are crazy, he just asked me if I would go to this meeting with him on Friday, that’s all." She was very taken aback by their odd questions, and they seemed taken aback by her answer.

"A meeting for what?" Sierra asked.

"It’s like for a special class." Ginny said. Casie brightened and smirked.

"A class for pregnant couples. Because you’re pregnant, aren’t you?" She asked. Ginny look horrified and look down at her stomach.

"No! I’m not pregnant, do I look like it?" She asked frantically. Casie laughed and shook her head.

"You know I’m just kidding Ginny. Now about this class..." Casie began. Ginny held up her hand.

"I’m going to bed." She declared wearily. She collapsed onto her bed and felt her exhaustion take her over. It had been a tiring day.



A/N: third chapter is coming up, and it will feature more D/G action, don’t worry.

"Ms. Kealoha And The Study Of Parapsychology"



The first week of school was terrible for Ginny, she didn’t realize how crazy the teachers were going to be about O.W.L.s, despite all the stories her brothers had told her. She had so much homework, it seemed as if the professors were trying to drown her with it. Friday came fast, and she almost canceled out on the Psychic meeting when Harry met her in the common room. But with the encouragement of her friends, she decided to take a chance.

Harry led her to the second floor to a unused classroom where the meeting was to be held. They entered the room where they found the new Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher, Ms. Kealoha. Ginny had been in one of her classes, and she seemed like a nice lady.

She was quite young, with long hair that seemed to hover between brown and gold. She had deeply tanned skin, and dark brown eyes that seemed to see something Ginny could not. She looked at Ginny and smiled.

"Hello Ms. Weasley." She said pleasantly. Ginny responded with a "Hi" at the same time as Harry, and they glanced at each other curiously. They took seats next to each other at the front of the nearly empty classroom. Ginny lowered her voice and whispered to Harry.

"Why did you say hi to her, she was talking to me?" Harry gave her an odd look.

"What are you talking about, she said ‘Hi Harry’ not ‘Hi Ginny’" He hissed. Ginny frowned and turned to look at the blackboard. It read, ‘Welcome To Parapsychology’. What in the world was that?

She glanced at the door as it opened, and Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil strode in proudly, wearing their usual I’m-superior-to-you looks. They took seats next to Harry, and immediately began to whisper amongst themselves, occasionally casting glances in Ginny’s and Harry’s direction.

The door opened for the second time and a second year Hufflepuff girl walked in nervously, looking at the older students with apprehension. She took the seat behind Ginny, and Ginny gave her a friendly smile.

When the door opened for the third time, Ginny was shocked to see the blond hair and intense gray eyes of Draco Malfoy enter the room. He looked sullen, and upon seeing Harry a sneer came to his lips. He sat one chair next to Ginny, and she glanced at his scowling form.

Something looked different about him, he seemed older, more mature than the irritating little boy that used to taunt Her brother and his friends. She also noticed his eyes, They were a stormy intense gray, but they also reflected Ms. Kealoha’s eyes; as if he could see something she couldn’t. She looked away when he noticed her watching him, giving her a sneer similar to the one he usually reserved for Harry. It was then ms. Kealoha stood to speak.

"Welcome, students of Hogwarts, to a meeting regarding the Study of Parapsychology. Parapsychology is the scientific study of paranormal phenomena. The "paranormal," beside or beyond the normal, refers to unusual experiences that do not seem to be explainable in terms of our everyday understanding or known scientific principles. Paranormal experiences often seem weird, uncanny, or unnatural. Typically they are quite rare but there are a few exceptional "stars" who have regular paranormal experiences and may show seemingly consistent paranormal ability."

Ginny looked around the class. Everyone was staring at Ms. Kealoha with dumbfounded expressions on their faces; clearly they had not understood a word of what she had just said. Ginny couldn’t argue with them, she hadn’t caught all of what Ms. Kealoha meant.

"Hogwarts is now offering a class that will help those "stars" understand their abilities. Keep, in mind; We will not be able to answer all of your questions, and by the end of the year you may still be confused about your abilities. However, this class shall also give you information about other branches of parapsychology different than your own, so it will not be a total waste. Are there any questions so far?"

Everyone raised their hand. Ms. Kealoha smiled and called on Lavender Brown.

"Ms. Brown, what is your inquiry?" She asked pleasantly.

"Why are we having this class, isn’t it the same as Divination?" She asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Ms. Kealoha seemed to ignore it though, and happily answered.

"Divination is a class open to all students Third year and above, and focuses on certain branches that parapsychology does not cover. This class is open to students of any age that have actual psychic abilities, and is designed to help them learn about and understand their gifts. Ms. Trenten?"

The small Hufflepuff lowered her hand as she asked her question in a shaky voice.

"How do you know if the person has psychic abilities?"

"Well, there will of course be a series of questions and Trials that should tell us whether or not they posses psychic ability, and we have other ways of knowing." She answered kindly. "Mr. Potter?"

"Can you help us control our abilities, maybe even make them go away?" He asked anxiously. Next to her, she could hear Draco snicker. Ms. Kealoha just smiled and answered.

"Well, there is no way to make your abilities go away entirely, but there have been instances where you can compress them, though it has been questioned whether that is altogether healthy for one’s mind. Mr. Malfoy?"

Malfoy’s voice sounded confident, yet slightly curious.

"I wonder, Ms. Kealoha, what psychic abilities you may posses? Certainly you have them, or you would not be instructing this class." Ginny thought that question was quite rude addressed to a teacher, but Ms. Kealoha just smiled and her eyes twinkled.

"Yes, it is true, I myself have psychic abilities, to a greater extent than most. I am a Clairvoyant Medium, I am capable of Telepathy, and I have precognitions."

Draco looked surprised for only a second, but quickly regained his composure.

"And What," He asked, "Does that mean?" Ms. Kealoha laughed.

"It means I can communicate with spirits without having to go into a trance, Telepathy is the awareness of another’s thoughts and feelings, and sometimes the ability to communicate with them, and precognitions are the paranormal awareness of future events. Ms. Weasley?"

Ginny thought for a second, then smiled.

"How often are classes?" Everyone laughed at her normal question, even Malfoy had a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

"Classes are one hour each week on Tuesdays. They start at Six o’ clock, and I suggest you come on time, this class has a lot to offer, and you’d be surprised what you may learn about yourself." She answered.

Ginny nodded and began to feel excited. This class was sounding interesting, she wanted to learn more about her ability, and what exactly it was.

"We will be holding the next class here this Tuesday, where you will be tested for actual psychic ability. Please encourage others to come, even if they are unsure of whether or not they are psychic. That is all, thank you for attending this meeting, and if you have any further questions that you would like to ask me in private, please do not hesitate to do so."

Everyone stood up to leave, though Ginny was slower than everyone else at leaving. She remained until there was only her and Draco Malfoy in the classroom. She looked up at him, and stared curiously as he stood in place, just gazing into space. He then shook his head, and looked around.

"What?" He asked aggressively. Ginny kept cool and smirked at him.

"So Malfoy, what psychic powers do you posses? It looks like we’ll be in class together, so you might as well tell me." He glared at her irritably, then sighed.

"I can talk to spirits." He said shortly. "What about you?"

Ginny was taken aback, and was reluctant to answer.

"Um, well, I can see the future. In my dreams, I mean." She said, trying to act indifferent. He just smirked at her and headed out the door. When he reached the threshold, he stopped and turned to face her.

"See you on Tuesday, Weasley." He said smoothly, before leaving the room.

Ginny stood a few seconds longer, slightly confused about the night’s events, before following him out the door.



A/N: Ok, all the information about parapsychology was found at http://www.mdani.demon.co.uk/para/parintro.htm, and any further information about it in this story was found at that site as well.

"Playing With Fire"



Draco Malfoy woke up on Saturday morning feeling even sleepier than he had when he went to bed the night before. He had always been a restless sleeper, growing up in Malfoy Manor had taught him you are never always safe, least of all when asleep.

He had been kept awake most of the night by the immense load of homework that had been forced upon him by his cruel professors, who seemed quite keen on making his free time a living hell. But he could not simply refuse to do his homework; he had always gotten top marks, and his father would skin him alive dare he bring home a failing grade.

He performed his usual morning tasks that consisted of making himself the epitome of perfection and wealthiness. His hair was a fine blondish silver that he wore short, with strands of it falling in front of his stunning gray eyes. He had given up slicking his hair back at the end of his fifth year, and there was no dispute that the change was for the better.

Draco’s face was thin and pale, yet it had an elegance about it that made him look like a god. Tall and muscular, but not too much so, made him the desire of all the girls at Hogwarts, and the envy of all the boys. All in all, Draco was quite pleased with his appearance, and often used it to his advantage.

After dressing in his usual sleek black robes that had been custom made for him, Draco went to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was almost empty when he entered; evidence that he had indeed made up for sleep lost during the week. He took a seat at the Slytherin table next to Crabbe and Goyle, who always arrived early and stayed late to every meal.

He ignored their usual morning grunting, or what they considered conversation, and took to glancing around the Great Hall to watch its remaining occupants. Potter and his gang seemed to be off elsewhere along with most of the other Gryffindors, except for a group of fifth years girls, one he recognized as the Weasel’s younger sister, Ginny, and the other two dumb blondes that he had passed in the hallway.

He eyed Ginny curiously, she had certainly changed a lot during the summer. She looked more like a woman, and not at all like the little twat that used to follow King Weasel and idolize The-Boy-Who-Should-Have-Died. Aside from looking different, the littlest Weasley didn’t act like a little girl anymore, she acted as if any comment he could throw at her would make her see him as a bratty little boy. ‘Something I definitely do not want right now.’ He thought to himself, eyeing her curves and summer presents.

Draco watched as Potter stormed into the Great Hall up to where Ginny was chatting merrily and promptly dragged her off while scolding her profusely. Ginny seemed to be angered by his intrusion, however, because she shoved him away and strode out of the Great Hall by herself. Potter looked shocked by her telling-off, clearly he thought he was going to get over on her for something.

As Potter moved to follow her through the doors, he walked past the Slytherin table and Draco promptly called after him.

"You’re lucky, Potter, she looked pissed enough to bitch-slap you. Then you’d have a red hand print to match the gash on your face."

Harry glared at him but chose to say nothing, it was clear he was not having a good morning. Draco laughed and finished his breakfast, deciding to take a stroll around the grounds, Crabbe and Goyle in tow.

They walked around the lake, Draco leading their small group, enjoying the crisp autumn weather. Draco would never admit it to anyone, but his favorite season was when the leaves changed color and decorated the usually spotless grass. He enjoyed seeing things in disarray, rather than sickeningly neat and perfect. He supposed it was because he grew up in a mansion that was always sparkling neat and clean, along with everything he ever owned.

Draco was glad he wore his cloak; the air seemed to be getting colder by the day, something he did not like quite as much. He hated things that were cold, things and people alike. Many people describe Draco as cold, but that was another trait of his father’s that had rubbed off on him, not to the full extent of Lucius, as everyone assumed.

He sighed at the thought of his father. Lucius had shamed the family name by getting himself shipped off to Azkaban, and ruined any respect Draco had previously had for him. As far as he was concerned, his Father should not have gotten involved with the Dark Lord if it meant blatantly doing things that could easily get him arrested, no matter the cause.

Draco also thought the Dark Lord a fool for not being able to simply kill a person as dumb as Harry Potter at infancy. Draco was very surprised that Potter is still alive without Voldemort trying to kill him every few minutes; he gets himself into enough life-threatening situations to have died several times already.

He was glad that with his Father locked up in Azkaban he was free to do whatever he liked, so he wouldn’t have to become the next mindless henchman for an even more mindless freak that is bent on taking over the world. Draco hated being at anyone’s beck and call, and was disgusted at his father for being the lapdog of the Dark Lord.

As they approached the Quidditch Pitch, Draco could see the figures of people on broomsticks flying at fast speeds, clearly in the middle of a practice. As they drew closer he could also make out the scarlet color of their uniforms, which meant pothead was among team.

Draco watched as the team landed on the ground, looking tired and worked. He spotted the flaming red hair of the Weasel King bobbing next to the jet black mop of Potter’s.

The last person to exit the pitch, he noticed, was Ginny Weasley. Draco was shocked at how good she looked in Quidditch robes, or rather, how good she made them look. He commanded Crabbe and Goyle to wait as he walked up to her casually, watching her as she let her hair down from the tight bun it had been confined in.

Her hair fell down her back like a red waterfall, and he resisted the sudden urge to run his fingers through it. She turned to glance at him when he was about five feet away from her, and gave him a bored look.

"Well, if it isn’t the littlest Weasel, coming in from a tiring Quidditch practice. How is life under Potter’s reign of captaincy?" He asked with a smirk.

She glared at him coldly, but was surprised at how civil he was being.

"Well, Ferret boy, life was fine until you showed up. What do you want?" She responded coolly.

Draco refrained from answering the way he would have liked, as it probably would have earned him a slap in the face. Instead, he decided to be pleasant, or as pleasant as a Malfoy can be speaking to a Weasley.

"I saw you tell off Potter for grabbing you at breakfast. You were quite civil with him, I would have knocked him into next week."

Ginny quirked an eyebrow at this statement and smirked.

"Because we all want your level of self-control, right Malfoy? It must be hard for you, living with all of us lesser mortals."

Draco was angered that she dare mock him, but he held back. Why was he being so civil to a Weasel? Dirt poor, a muggle-lover, and a Weasley were not very endearing qualities. Yet here he was, letting her insult him. Oh, look, the little green men are helping Filch give out candy to students.

"What do you want anyway, Malfoy? There has to be some reason you’re speaking to me." Ginny said with annoyance. Draco smirked and decided to end in his favor.

"Just wanted to let you know," He said in an undertone, "Your thong is showing."

Sure enough, through the tight white pants of her Quidditch uniform, Draco could make out the distinct bright pinkness of the front of her thong. Ginny turned a bright shade of red at this statement, and tried to cover it with a uncaring comeback, ‘Thank you for noticing," but failed miserably.

Draco just smirked even wider and looked her over one last time before taking his leave.

He made his way back to the castle where he later ate dinner, and after back to the Slytherin common room. He entered his own private chambers, a gift from his father for becoming a prefect.

He was very grateful to have his own room, even though he is used to a much larger one at home. Decorated with the traditional Slytherin green, and the finest bed and couch he could smuggle into it, Draco’s room was enough to his liking as possible.

Remembering today is a Saturday, he promptly left his room and proceeded to a secret hallway known only to those worthy enough to be told its location. He opened a well-hidden door in a shadowy corner of the hall to reveal what seemed to be a rave-like party.

Stepping through the door, Draco was met by several of his Slytherin friends, most too drunk to have a intelligible conversation. They were inside a large room, which was quite dark but illuminated by flashing lights coming from various places around the room. In one corner there was a bar, where a beautiful seventh year girl was serving drinks to staggering Slytherins.

In the center of the room was a dance floor occupied by many drunk students grinding and freaking with each other, blissfully unaware of anything going on around them. In another corner there were several students smoking various wizard cigarettes, and throwing dice that turned different colors as you rolled.

After looking around the room for a few moments, Draco made his way over to the bar where he ordered a pint of Firewhiskey, and was soon in the middle of the dance floor partying hard with the rest.

It wasn’t until 3:00 a.m. that he began to feel tired, so he shouted good byes to the wasted occupants of the room and staggered back to the entrance of his common room, where he was met with a very unhappy Filch.

"What are you doing out this late, Malfoy?" He asked irritably. ‘The guy really needs to get laid’ Draco thought with amusement.

"I was doing some rounds for Prefect duties, you never know who might be prowling around at this time of night." He lied with ease.

It seemed Filch had smelt the alcohol on Draco’s breath, however, because he sent him to Snape’s office, where Draco was surprised to find his Head of house fully dressed and grading papers. Maybe the rumors about him being a vampire weren’t so far from the truth after all.

Draco took a seat in front of his desk and awaited for his presence to be addressed. Snape looked up at him coldly and sighed. The man really was a pain in the arse, couldn’t act pleasant for two seconds.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I believe this is a new record. It’s the first week back from summer break and you’ve already been caught drunk in the corridors many hours past curfew. Congratulations."

Draco just yawned and stared ahead of him groggily. It really was very late.

"Yes sir." He replied dully.

Snape just sighed yet again and stood up. He strode over to his supply cabinet and pulled out a small vial. He then walked back over to Draco and handed it to him.

"That hangover potion should suffice the sickness you will undoubtably feel when you wake up this afternoon. Let us hope that we will not meet again for the same reason next week. Good night, Mr. Malfoy." Snape said curtly.

"Thank you, sir." Draco said before standing and leaving Snape’s office. He walked back to his room where he collapsed on his bed, falling asleep instantly.





A/N: How’s my Slytherin Rave, lol. Please review I love to get reviews even if they’re one word, I love them all.

A/N: Well, anyone who likes seeing a frustrated and suffering Draco Malfoy will love this chapter.



"Trials And The Poltergeist"






Ginny swore loudly. It was her first Parapsychology class and she was already ten minutes late to it. She could only pray that Ms. Kealoha doesn’t give harsh punishments.

Surprisingly, Ginny wasn’t so much upset at being punished for tardiness as she was at the idea of missing any important information. Parapsychology looked to be a very interesting class, and she didn’t want to end up lost in the subject.

She skidded to a halt outside of the classroom, and stopped for a few seconds to catch her breath. After maintaining normal breathing, she promptly opened the door and strode in, trying to look as dignified as she could with frizzy hair and flushed cheeks.

"Ms. Weasley, thank you for joining us. I trust the traffic was terrible?" Those who understood Ms. Kealoha’s muggle joke giggled but quickly fell silent.

"I’m sorry Ms. Kealoha, I’ve been very busy, and I forgot class was today." Ginny said nervously.

Ms. Kealoha just gave her usual cheery smile and waved and hand.

"No need to apologize Ms. Weasley, anyone can make mistakes. That is one thing we are very forgiving of in this class, because in parapsychology a lot of mistakes are made."

Ginny brightened slightly and took a seat next to Harry, who gave Ginny a thankful smile for showing up to the class. The same people from the meeting were in the class, along with a very bored looking Draco Malfoy. He glanced up at Ginny and smirked, clearly the memory of their previous meeting was still fresh in his mind.

Ginny blushed horribly when she remembered he had seen her thong through her pants. She didn’t know why, but every time Malfoy laughed at her she seemed more embarrassed and ashamed than usual. It was almost as if she was seeking his approval, ‘but that couldn’t be it.’ She assured herself.

Ms. Kealoha suddenly stood from her desk and faced the class. She pulled out her wand and waved it, causing the ‘Welcome To Parapsychology" banner to return to the blackboard.

"Well class, this is it, our very first lesson. We shall start by investigating our fellow psychics, and finding out what powers you posses. Before we start, are there any questions?"

Everyone was silent; it was clear that everyone was eager to get started and learn about their abilities. Seeing no raised hands, Ms. Kealoha called Lavender Brown over to her desk.

"Now Ms. Brown, do not be nervous, I would like you to please tell me your psychic ability. Do not worry about getting the correct wording for your ability; as your describe your experiences I shall be able to tell you what kind of gift you posses."

Lavender, for the first time Ginny could remember, suddenly looked nervous. She was glancing back at Parvati and wringing her hands.

"Um, well, I am a Seer." She said as proudly as she could muster. Ms. Kealoha eyed Lavender carefully, and frowned.

"Is that so? Can you please give me an example of when you’ve correctly predicted the future?" She asked.

Lavender was starting to sweat, but perked up suddenly.

"Professor Trelawney can tell you about all the things I’ve seen crystal gazing, Parvati as well, right?" She asked, frantically glancing back a Parvati. Ms. Kealoha nodded and told Lavender to take a seat.

"Mr. Malfoy, you’re next." Malfoy stood and walked to the front of the room, scowling slightly.

"I can communicate with spirits, and I have spoken to several deceased persons, some I knew while alive, and some in passing." He said dully.

Ms. Kealoha brightened and looked very interested.

"Can you communicate with these spirits without going into a trance-like state?" She asked eagerly. Malfoy seemed amused by her interest and answered uncaringly.

"Yes, I don’t believe I’ve ever gone into a trance."

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, it seems by what you’ve described that you are a Clairvoyant Medium. Congratulations, I myself am a Clairvoyant Medium, therefore I will be able to help you quite a bit. Ms. Patil, you are next."

Parvati hastily explained that she possesses the same ability as Lavender, and that Professor Trelawney can vouch for them any day. These answers seemed to annoy Ms. Kealoha somewhat, for every time they mentioned Professor Trelawney her eyes would narrow.

"Very well, Mr. Potter, do you care to share with us your ability?"

Harry stood and glanced at Ginny. She gave him an encouraging smile and he answered firmly.

"Well, in my dreams I sometimes get visions of things happening at present time. These visions," Harry paused and gave Malfoy a wary glare. "Have a connection to You-Know-Who."

Ms. Keahola nodded in understanding.

"Mr. Potter, the Headmaster and I discussed your gift, and you seem to have a rare form of Telepathy. You also have paranormal dreams connected to your telepathy, which provides you with visions that occur as they are seen."

It was clear that she had said nothing profound to Harry, for he simply sat down and frowned. Ms. Kealoha gave him a strange look before asking expectantly.

"Mr. Potter? Your example, please, of your psychic ability?"

Harry started and looked down shyly.

"I’d rather not, if that’s alright with you." He said unsurely. Next to Ginny, Malfoy gave a mocking laugh.

"No, it is not alright with me." Ms Kealoha suddenly stood and her voice became much more determined.

"Now class, one main expectation of this course is that we all are able to communicate freely with each other. If we have all of our emotions out in the atmosphere, it will be much easier and successful when we partake in Trials that will test our psychic abilities. Be warned; we may be using each other as test subjects, so absolute trust is necessary. That being said, Mr. Potter, please continue with sharing an example of a time when you experienced Telepathy or Paranormal dreams."

Ms. Kealoha sat down in a huff, she was clearly expecting everyone to be comfortable enough to share any thought that might cross their minds.

Harry looked once again nervous, but continued with his example hastily.

"Yesterday the scar on my head hurt badly and I felt a twinge of anger not related to the task I was partaking in at the time, which was using the loo."

Everyone burst out laughing, even Ms. Kealoha looked amused, and Harry blushed significantly.

"Very well Mr. Potter." She said happily. "Ms. Trenten, it’s your turn."

The young Hufflepuff, whose name Ginny had heard was Stephanie, thought for a second, then answered cautiously.

"I can speak Arabic, but I’ve never heard anyone speak it or say any Arabic words before."

Ms. Kealoha’s eyes went wide with interest.

"Do you speak it fluently? Do you understand what you’re saying?" She asked eagerly.

"Well, yes, Though sometimes I can’t speak it, but then other times I’ll have entire conversations with people who have no idea what I’m saying, but I know what I’m saying."

Ginny was shocked. How in the world is it possible to speak in a language fluently that you haven’t learned? She felt a small stab of jealousy; Stephanie’s gift seemed much more interesting than her own.

"Wow. This, this is amazing. My dear girl, I am not entirely sure, but you may have Responsive Xenoglossy. This is very rare, there have only been a handful of people who have experienced Xenoglossy, and Responsive Xenoglossy is even rarer. Please, can you speak the language now?"

Stephanie concentrated for a moment, but then shook her head.

"I’m sorry, I can’t right now. But I can get a note from my parents or friends if you want a witness."

Ms. Kealoha looked slightly disappointed, but eyed Stephanie closely.

"No, it is clear to me that you truly posses this gift. Ms. Weasley, you’re the last one. Share with us your gift."

Ginny was nervous, but was relieved to know that she wouldn’t be treated as a liar or a freak. She cleared her throat unsurely and stood.

"I can see the future in my dreams." She said bluntly. "I once dreamed that I came down with the flu, and about a week later it happened."

Ginny had used one of her very first visions as an example, though it seemed quite coincidental, it had been very intriguing to Ginny at the time. Ms. Kealoha looked Ginny in the eye, and seemed to be searching her.

"How often how does this happen?" Ms. Kealoha asked.

"About three times a month." Ginny estimated. Ms. Kealoha pondered this for a moment, before speaking.

"You definitely have Paranormal Dreams, more like precognitions. Very interesting. Well, students, now that you have a vague idea of the classification of your abilities, we shall follow up by learning about them."

Ms. Kealoha then waved her wand and a large leather bound book appeared in front of each of them. The cover read "An Introduction to Parapsychology".

"We shall start by learning exactly what parapsychology is. Please turn to page three and read the introduction, when you are finished close your book. When we have all completed reading the chapter we will discuss it, so that you understand everything being read."

Fifteen minutes later, Ginny closed her book and contemplated what she had just read. It had been incredibly interesting, but some parts were very hard to understand. She had to give the author credit; the book was very well-written, and it left Ginny with a thirst to read more.

When everyone had finished reading, Ms. Kealoha stood and proceeded with explaining the concept of Parapsychology. She explained that parapsychology is quite rare, and it was surprising that any students at all showed up to this class. She also told of the different kinds of parapsychology, Mental phenomena and physical phenomena.

When she finished, everyone was free to ask questions. Parvati raised her hand and Ms. Kealoha promptly called on her.

"Ms. Kealoha, where did you learn about parapsychology, and when did you first discover your powers?"

Ms. Kealoha smiled and seemed very pleased with this question.

"Well, when I was very young, only a child of four, I was aware of other’s thoughts and feelings; my telepathy was starting to develop. My other abilities developed gradually as well, so I spoke to a known spiritualist that lived near by, and he helped me understand my abilities. When I grew older, I took classes that taught me even more about parapsychology, so know you could say I’m an expert."

Parvati raised her hand again.

"Where did you live?" she asked.

"I grew up on the Island of Kauai, Hawaii, which is a state in America. Kauai is a very spiritual place, and many go there to find peace within themselves. I’ve found that growing up there was very helpful to me, for it helped me polish my psychic skills to the point where I can use them in various ways, and on very high levels. Now, enough about me, class is almost over, so I shall assign you your homework. Read up on your own psychic ability by using these books, if you look in the table of contents or the index you should find what you need. I will soon be giving you books dedicated entirely to your own field of parapsychology, but for now just read the pages describing them. That is all, class dismissed."

Ginny stood to leave, and found herself face to face with Malfoy. She noticed a long gash on the side of his face that looked quite painful, and felt concern burning inside her.

"Would you mind moving, Weasley." He spat harshly. Any concern she had suddenly felt for him disappeared in a flash.

"Sure, Malfoy, but what’s that on your face?" She asked innocently. He scowled.

"None of your business, now will you please move?" He snarled.

Ginny stepped aside, and Malfoy swept past her looking throughly irritated. She shook her head in annoyance and exited after him.


* * * * * *



Draco Malfoy was angry. No, that would be an understatement. He was furious. Ever since last night, he was being haunted by a very unhappy and downright violent spirit. He didn’t know what he had done to merit this spirit’s wrath, but whatever it was, it had pissed this ghost off.

Every now and then. Draco would meet a spirit that had not been the nicest person, and continued to be so after death, and was therefore troublesome and annoying to Draco. But the spirit would always go away, never would they torment him as this one would.

This ghost was odd, it reminded him much of Peeves, as it seemed bent on scaring him and causing him pain. Last night, when Draco first realized its presence, it sent one of Draco’s prized silver miniature serpent statues flying at him from across the room. It had hit Draco in the face, and gave him a nasty gash along his cheek.

The Weasley girl noticed this fact today in class, he remembered. Kindness and concern shone in her eyes when she spotted the mark, but upon hearing Draco’s nasty remarks, she quickly turned cold and uncaring.

But why did that fact matter so much to him? Lately his attention seemed drawn to her; there was a mystery about her that he wanted so badly to solve. And the fact that she had shown concern at his injury, despite all the times he’d taunted her along with her family, confused Draco to no end.

‘Probably trying to be noble, with all that Gryffindor pride." He thought to himself bitterly.

He turned his attention to the parapsychology book lying on the floor of his room. He decided to do his assigned reading, but before he could reach the book lying innocently on the ground, it was suddenly hurled towards his stomach.

It was with seeker reflexes he dodged the flying book; Draco ended up a few feet from where he had been previously standing, his face inches from the floor.

"Damn it, what is your problem?" He shouted to his empty room. The response he was met with was quite unnerving; a loud, maniacal laughter filled his head, making him question his own sanity.

"Just leave me alone, alright?" He yelled nervously.

He made another attempt at picking up his parapsychology book, and was thankfully successful. He then proceeded to reading the chapter on Mediums. His eyes scanned over the definition of a Medium, ‘A person believed to act as an intermediary between discarnate entities and the living.’ Well, that’s interesting enough. He then read through the rest of the chapter, when a passage at the end caught his attention.

‘Many physical mediums experience poltergeist activity in their childhood. Poltergeist is a German word meaning "noisy or troublesome spirit". Poltergeist activity may include unexplained noises, movements of objects, outbreaks of fire, floods, pricks or scratches to a person's body. Unlike hauntings, which are associated with specific locations, poltergeists typically focus on a person (the focal person or poltergeist agent) who is often a young child or adolescent.’

Draco was shocked. So, this ‘thing’ haunting him is a poltergeist? ‘Well, that’s wonderful,’ he thought to himself. He scanned the paragraph again, searching for a way to get rid of them, but found nothing. He then checked the index and Table of contents, but still came up with nothing.

Frustrated, Draco slammed the book closed and decided to call it a night. After changing into his silk pajamas, he slid under the blankets of his soft bed and closed his eyes.

THUMP!

Draco started and looked around. Something, (and Draco had a very good idea as to what) had just slammed his bathroom door shut. Deciding to ignore, he rested his head back down on his pillow.

Not thirty seconds later Draco began to hear an eyrie chime-like noise. Moments later a fire started up with a whoosh in his fireplace. Draco groaned in frustration and shouted to the night.

"Look, I know you don’t like me, but can you PLEASE leave me alone and let me get some sleep?" Draco was met with silence and an extinguished fire. Sighing with relief, he attempted once again to fall back asleep.

At around one a.m., Draco was startled out of a peaceful sleep by loud notes being played on a cello. His eyes widened in frustrated disbelief and he buried his head under his pillow; trying to drown out the aggravating noise.

Upon covering his head, the music only seemed to get louder, and Draco began to hum to himself; trying very hard to ignore the loud, jarring notes, which were very off-key. Cold air swarmed him as an unknown force violently ripped the blankets from his unmoving form.

Letting out a roar, he leapt to his feet and stood in the middle of his damnably cold floor.

"Bloody hell! Will you shut up?" He screamed, his body shaking with fury.

The poltergeist responded with increasing the volume of the cello, and adding in what sounded like a broken trumpet. Draco groaned in defeat, and grabbed a pillow off his bed. He stomped out of his room, determinedly ignoring his blanket, which was currently trying to strangle him.

He turned at the threshold of his doorway and lifted his hand to flip-off the bloody spirit, when the door slammed in his face.

"Fuck you too," Draco muttered, thoroughly pissed off and exhausted.

He went down to his deserted common room where he laid down on the most comfortable looking couch, using a green afghan as his new blanket. He settled in for a relaxing night’s sleep; ignoring being poked in the ribs by an invisible force every few minutes.



* * * * * *

"Wow, Draco you look like hell." Said Pansy Parkinson’s amused voice.

He did indeed look like hell, with his hair sticking up in odd places, and purple bags decorating the area below his eyes. The sliver gray of his eyes where now decorated with red, and he gave the distinct impression of someone who had slept in a closet.

"I hate cellos." He said in a hollow voice.

Pansy chose not to comment, and she turned her attention instead to the bowl of hot porridge in front of her.





A/N: Ok, just to let you all know, not reviewing stories after reading them is illegal in like 48 states, except for Alaska, and some other northern state, so if you live there it’s ok that you don’t review my story, but if you don’t live there and you refuse to review, the Reviewing section of the FBI will be at your door, shooting you in the head. COME ON PEOPLE, please review, and thanks to all those who did review.

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"By The Light Of The Moon"


“Come on Mr. Malfoy, you need to focus. Relax your mind!”

The exasperated voice of Ms. Kealoha filled Draco’s ears as he was desperately trying to communicate with a passing spirit. His eyes flew open in frustration and he sent a glare her way.

“Don’t give me that look, you really need to focus. You won’t be able to get through to anyone with your mind as cramped as it is.” she scolded him fiercely.

“I’m trying, but lately it’s been quite difficult to relax.” He said wearily.

In truth it had been more than quite difficult, it was downright impossible. The poltergeist that had been terrorizing him refused to leave him alone, and he couldn’t find a way to get rid of it. The loss of sleep he had been encountering was evident on his face; he always looked tired and was constantly zoning out.

Ms. Kealoha eyed his face closely.

“Mr. Malfoy, is there something wrong?” She asked with concern. He looked up at her unsurely, but figured he might as well come out with it.

“Ms. Kealoha, For the past month I’ve been haunted by a poltergeist. I really want it to go away, but I don’t know how.”

It pained him greatly to sound so pathetic, but with all the hell he had been going through these past four weeks, it was a wonder he wasn’t bawling his eyes out in frustration. Ms. Kealoha looked at him with pity in her eyes.

“Yes, I know what it’s like to deal with a poltergeist. They are very troublesome aren’t they? My dear boy, do not worry, I can help you get rid of it. Meet me here tomorrow at seven o’ clock, I’ll have everything I need to banish it then. In the mean time, try to get some sleep; you look a little worse for wear.”

Ms. Kealoha’s kind words soothed Draco’s desperation, and he was suddenly very grateful to have her as a professor. He exited her classroom and retreated to his room in hopes of getting some well-deserved sleep.

It had been a month since his first parapsychology lesson, and he was very happy with the results he was getting from the class. He could now summon up a spirit with less concentration than before, and he was able to communicate with them better. So far he had spoken with several interesting spirits, some previous headmasters, a few murderers, along with murder victims, and a large number of deceased Death Eaters.

Most of the spirits Draco spoke with had many regrets about their lives, and almost all of the Death Eaters said they would have done things differently. One spirit in particular had changed Draco’s perspective on things quite a bit.

Her name was Andrea, and she was a distant cousin of Draco’s. In life she had been a Death Eater, and it had led to her demise. She told Draco a lot about Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, as she often referred to him. She explained that his ideas on life and death were ludicrous, and that he hates so much that it will eventually end in self destruction. She also surprised Draco with the fact that Voldemort is a half-blood. He was so surprised at hearing this he almost didn’t believe it, but when she explained the facts to him, he could tell she was being honest.

The last bit of information Andrea left Draco with confused him to no end.

“You know your enemies, but it’s your friends that you’ve got watch out for.”

‘What in the world did she mean? Why would he have to watch out for his friends; people he knows and trusts? Maybe she meant something else,’ he reasoned with himself.

That meeting had been the most interesting and confusing of them all, and he owed it all to Ms. Kealoha. Even though he didn’t like the woman at times, he respected her greatly.

Others, such as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil had gained no such respect, for after the first lesson Ms. Kealoha had politely but firmly told them that they have no psychic aura, and that there presence was no longer requested in her class. They had been quite upset at hearing this, and now whispered nasty things about Ms. Kealoha to all the students.

Draco was very pleased to know that tomorrow he may be be rid of this damned poltergeist. It had really taken a lot out of him, and he felt a rush of gratitude towards Ms. Kealoha, for she understood what he was going through; she had gone through it herself.

That night Draco actually got a good night’s sleep, and he felt incredibly refreshed when he awoke the next morning. When it came time for Ms. Kealoha to banish the poltergeist, he was practically buzzing with excitement, or he would be if he wasn’t a Malfoy, for Malfoys do not buzz with anything.

He made his way to Ms. Kealoha’s classroom, where he started to smell someone burning incense. He looked inside and there were several candles burning, and the lights were dimmed. He moved to sit down at one of the desks when Ms. Kealoha’s voice carried through the room.
“For this, Mr. Malfoy, you will need to be sitting cross-legged on the floor. Please close your eyes and relax your mind.”

Ms. Kealoha appeared out of the shadows and sat down on a strangely patterned rug lying in the center of the room. He mirrored her actions and sat down in front of her.

“Now, I am going to attempt to contact the spirit, and when I do, I beg you to keep silent.”
She spoke in a very quiet voice, and Draco had to strain to hear her. She then lit a candle lying in front of her and said a prayer.

When it seemed like she had finally made contact with the poltergeist, she began to mutter under her breath, almost as if she were talking to herself. Draco could not make out anything she was saying, and her eyes remained closed the entire time.

From the time when she first contacted the spirit to when she had finally seemed to banish it lasted about an hour. Draco’s legs were very sore and his butt had gone numb. He knew the poltergeist was finally gone when a chill had filled the room and his entire body shivered.

Ms. Kealoha opened her eyes and smiled at him.
“That,” She said with a laugh, “Was a very angry spirit. He seemed to have something against Malfoys. You didn’t happen to insult it, did you?”

“No, well, I did meet a spirit that didn’t like me because I am a Malfoy, but I didn’t insult it directly, only after it had left.” He said, remembering the time he had met a very Weasley-like spirit that seemed to hate him upon finding out his surname.

“Ah, but you can never be sure they’re really gone.” Ms. Kealoha said wisely.

He just shook his head and stood up, stretching out his cramped legs.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Malfoy.” Said Ms. Kealoha with a wave.

“Yeah, and thanks, Ms. Kealoha.” He said uneasily. He was not used to receiving help from teachers, or thanking them for that matter. He left her classroom, but his night was far from being over, for he had prefect duties until eleven.

He sighed and strolled around the castle, taking all the secret passageways he’d managed to discover after six years at Hogwarts.

He was patrolling one of the east towers when he found a small window showing him the velvet black sky dotted with diamond stars. He gazed out of it, and seemed to become entranced with the beauty and peacefulness of the night. A noise from above caught his attention; it had sounded like a feminine sob.

He quickly strode up the staircase that led him to the very top of the tower where he saw a red-haired girl leaning against the side of the tower, staring dazedly into the darkness. He could tell by her form and hair that it was Ginny Weasley. He approached her from behind quietly, and she didn’t seem to notice him until he spoke quietly in her ear.

“Evening, Weasley.”

She didn’t even turn her head to look at him. She just stared blankly into space, and Draco could see by the light of the moon that there were tears streaked along her cheeks. The sudden urge to insult her and punish her for being out this late was instantly squashed. Instead, he tried a different approach.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked, trying desperately to sound nice; crying woman were not his favorite thing to encounter.

She sniffled quietly and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I like to come here, just to be away from everyone and think.” She answered, still staring off into the distance.

“Yeah, it’s, er, quiet, here. Hey um, why are you crying?” Subtlety with asking questions like this was not his strong point.

He noticed that Ginny was starting to shake, and her tears began to fall heavier and more often. She began to sob, and she turned her gaze to the floor. “He’s gonna die,” She murmured to the floor.

It took Draco a moment to fully grasp what she had just said, but when he did he became very alarmed.

“Who’s going to die?” He asked, listening intently for the answer. When none came, he became desperate. “Ginny, please, tell me, who is going to die?” It barely registered into his brain that he had called her by her first name, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Ginny gave another quiet sob before answering in an almost inaudible whisper.

“Charlie.”

Silence. Draco knew that Charlie was a brother of Ginny’s; he had found a note to him in one of Weasel King’s books during first year, and he had also seen him at the Quidditch world cup.

“Wait, how is he gonna die?” He asked, any comfort he was going to offer her lost in his thirst for information.

“He’s gonna kill him.” she whispered, her eyes still on the cold stone beneath them. Draco leaned forward towards her, his face mere inches from her own.

“Who?” He breathed.
Ginny’s head suddenly shot up and she glared at his face, hate gleaming in her chocolate brown eyes.

“Your father.” She hissed, before sinking to the floor in uncontrollable sobs. “Just leave now,” She wailed. “Leave, you’ve already done enough damage, your Father has already tried, and succeeded in part, to ruin my life, and now he’s gonna do it for real.”

Draco was alarmed at her sudden hatred directed at him, and he felt the need to explain to her that he was not his father, and he in fact hated his father.

“I have done nothing to ruin your life” he said in a firm voice. “That was all my father’s doing, and I am not my Father. I hate him, and I think he is a fool. So there, you have nothing to hold against me, and I have no reason to leave.”

With that, he promptly sat down next to her and studied her face. She looked very much unmoved by his words, and replied dully.

“I don’t want you here.”

He ignored her statement, and continued with questioning her. “Now, how do you know my father is going to kill your brother?”

She flinched at his words, but took a deep, shuddering breath. “I saw it in a dream, it was one of my visions. Charlie was protecting the Dragons, it wasn’t his fault, your father attacked him, he, he...” She trailed off and gazed into space.

Draco leaned closer to her, and she startled him by speaking in a loud voice that sounded incredibly like his father.

“That’s one less Weasley around.”

Draco could tell that she was repeating what his father had said in her dream, and it unnerved him.
Ginny then broke down into more sobs, and Draco impulsively put his arms around her, hugging her tightly. After a few seconds she began to try and break free, but he would not let go.

“Get off me! This is all your fault; it’s your stupid father causing all this! What are you doing!”
She screamed and wriggled and kicked, but he held her tight.

“I’m trying to help you.” He replied. “Just trust me.” He finally released her, and she scrambled out of his grasp.

“You can’t help me.” She huffed.

He just looked at her strangely before replying. “I can try.”

Ginny gave him a shocked look before turning and fleeing the room.

Draco stayed long after Ginny left, contemplating the night’s events. So his father was going to kill her brother, and it had something to do with dragons. Well, Draco knew as a fact that the Dark Lord was planning on using the Dragons to aid him in battle, and since many of the remaining dragons live in Romania, that explained how Charlie came into it.

But what connection did his father have with all this? Maybe the Dark Lord would send him on a mission to capture some of the Dragons, yes, that made sense. And Charlie would have to protect them, and knowing his father as well as Draco does sent up a red flag of warning. Lucius would kill Charlie in a instant, and probably make a good cover up story to go with it.

Draco sighed to himself. The normal, sensible side of him told him to forget what he had heard tonight, and to continue ignoring the littlest weasel. But the annoying, ‘nice’ side of him was firmly telling him to help her, and try to prevent Charlie’s death. It couldn’t be too hard, could it? With his father in Azkaban, there should be enough time to plan it all out. Maybe he could just push the Weaselette in the right direction, which was actually telling someone other than himself what she knew. Yes, that was a good plan, convince her to tell someone, than be on his merry way.

Unfortunately, Draco got the feeling that it would not end there.



* * * * * *



“Weasley! Hey! Ginny!”

Draco called out to Ginny, who was currently strolling around a secluded corner of the lake. He had been watching her all day, waiting for an opportunity to speak with her about their meeting two night’s ago.

She turned and glared at him; showing him that she was already on her defensive against him.

“What do you want?” She snarled. Draco was taken aback; from the way she acted, you would think he was the one plotting to kill her brother.

“I just want to talk to you. You’ve got to tell someone about your vision.”

She just continued to glare at him.

“If you tell someone, you’ll be able to stop it.” He said uneasily.

She shook her head and stared out onto the water. “You just don’t get it. No one would believe me if I told them, and they wouldn’t be able to stop it. Didn’t you see yesterday’s paper? Your father is out of Azkaban. This could happen tomorrow, and no one could make a difference.”

Draco was surprised that Ginny didn’t think anyone would believe her. Maybe they need reminders of the special class she’s taking for this exact purpose.

“If you tell someone about it now, then it would make a difference. You’ll be saving your brother’s life!” He wanted to shake her, make her understand.

“I can’t save Charlie. I see what’s going to happen in my dreams, the future. I can’t change it.”
She said in a worn voice.

“Yes you can! Why do you think you have this gift? If you have the power to see the future, you certainly have the power to change it. You just have to want to.” He stated plainly. Her eyes met his. There was a deadly look on her face.

“Are you saying that I want my brother to die?” She asked loudly.

He gave her a pitying look. “No, I’m saying in order to change it you need to believe what you saw. I think you’re having trouble grasping that what you saw is real, and it’s going to happen. That is, of course, unless you try and put a stop to it.”

She glanced at the shimmering water in front of her then turned back to look at him. “Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly. “Why are you helping me?”

Draco suddenly felt guilty. “Well, seeing as it’s my father that’s going to kill your brother, I can’t help but feel partially involved. You see, despite what most people think, I do have a conscience, along with a somewhat screwed up sense of right and wrong.”

Ginny laughed at his words, and it felt oddly good to know he could make her smile. Her happiness quickly faded to sadness though, and her eyes fell to the ground. “I still don’t know how I’m going to do this, or how I can save Charlie. I mean, last year when Harry tried to save Sirius, look what ended up happening.”

Draco was aware of how his cousin had died, but he never felt remorse for him until now; seeing the pain it caused Ginny. He slowly moved his hand to her cheek and raised her head so she was looking into his eyes.

“That won’t happen again.” He said firmly.

She nodded, and he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. He pulled back and she looked at him with wide eyes.

“What was that for?” She asked, her voice shaky.
He smiled at her, a genuine smile, and replied,

“It was a promise.”



* * * * * *


A promise. A promise for what? What in the world did he mean?

It was midnight, and Ginny was lying awake in bed, milling over everything that had happened over these past few days.

She had a vision that her brother Charlie was going to die defending the dragon’s from the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy would kill Charlie, and the last words Charlie would ever hear were going to be ‘That’s one less Weasley around.’ That thought alone terrified Ginny. She didn’t know what to do, and what good it would do to tell someone.

Malfoy had come to her tower the night she had the vision, and he had told her that he was against his father, meaning he was also against Voldemort. He had also tried to help her, but she felt so cold and distant from everyone that it hadn’t worked. At first.

Two days later when he had tracked her down at the lake, he had convinced her to tell someone, and he got through to her that it was actually going to happen. When Ginny first had the vision, and the few days following it, she had been in denial, trying to convince herself that maybe this time she was wrong. But she knew in her heart that no matter what she said, this was going to happen. But Draco had seemed sure that she could stop it, and, oh gods, did she just refer to him as Draco? Oh well, too late now.

After Draco convinced her to tell someone, that she could stop Charlie’s death, and told her it would not end up like what happened to Sirius, she finally began to settle down and think evenly.
That was, until he kissed her.

It had been so light and innocent, but it was filled with the words he had spoken right after they kissed.

I promise.

Ginny didn’t know what it promised, but she very badly wanted to find out. She prayed that it meant Charlie would be ok, but there seemed to be another hidden meaning.

After they left the lake, Ginny had gone straight to Dumbledore. He had been very kind to her, and he believed everything she said. He assured her that everything would be alright, and that Charlie would be kept safe. Ginny felt so relieved at hearing this she started to cry again, out of happiness this time.

After going to Dumbledore, she had tracked down Ms. Kealoha and told her about her vision. She sympathized with Ginny over her brother, and told her that not all visions will be good. She told Ginny how impressed she was with the progress she was making with her ability, and told her that the fact that she could see something as big as this is actually very helpful.

“But it’s so scary!” Ginny had told Ms. Kealoha.

“Yes, but sometimes we must conquer our fears.” She had responded.

“I wish I didn’t have this gift, I wish I was normal!” She had cried.

Ms. Kealoha suddenly gave Ginny a motherly hug. “Fate gave you this gift. It was meant to change you, and you’ll grow from all of this; not even your dreams can tell you that.” Her words were so simple, and yet so meaningful.

Ginny glanced at the clock on her beside table. It really was getting late, and she knew that she would be forced to wake early because Sierra doesn’t want to go to breakfast alone, so she laid her head down and fell into a peaceful slumber.


* * * * * *


The next morning Ginny was awaken as predicted by a pleading Sierra and Casie. She followed them to the Great Hall while they chattered happily. She kept quiet the whole time, and ate her breakfast solemnly.

“So then I was like, Ginny is such a red haired brat, I hope she trips over those brand new robes of hers. Hello? Ginny!” Casie’s voice drifted through her mind, disturbing her thoughts.

“What? Sorry, I’m tired this morning.” She said dazedly.

Casie eyed her closely.

“Something’s wrong with Ginny” Sierra declared knowingly. Casie agreed with her.

“You’re right. Something’s wrong, I know it, I just do.”

Ginny sighed. Her friends, Sierra especially, always know when there’s something even remotely different about her.

“Let’s see, I bet I can guess what’s wrong. Well, for one I can tell it’s a boy, you always get lost in your thoughts when it’s a boy.” Sierra said, very proud of her ability to read Ginny.
“Come on, Ginger, just tell us who it is!” Casie said, using her annoying nickname for Ginny.

“Don’t call me Ginger, it sounds like a name for a small furry dog.” She groaned.

“Exactly, and you act like a small furry dog, you’re very high maintenance.” she said snippily.

“Excuse me? Look who’s talking, CASIE FORD! You are the epitome of high maintenance and all things annoying.” Ginny said with a laugh.

She raised her eyes from her plate and glanced at the Slytherin table. Her eyes were immediately drawn towards a certain blond haired grey-eyed male. She watched him look bored, but very attractively so. Ugh, did she just refer to him as attractive? Apparently yes. Well, she could get used to it.

From across the room Draco’s gaze met hers and she raised a corner of her mouth, giving him a half smile. He responded with a small nod and his eyes fell back to his food.

“Wow. It’s Malfoy. I wouldn’t have guessed that.”

Sierra’s voice brought Ginny back to her current surroundings and She noticed Casie and Sierra’s oddly smug looks.

“It’s not, I’m not, you can’t possibly think that I-” She was cut off by Sierra’s loud voice.

“Fancy Malfoy? Yes, I do think that, and it’s quite obvious. For me anyway, I mean you know how good I am at reading you. I must say I am very proud of myself for finding out that you fancy the Slytherin Prince.”

“Yes, well will you keep it down? Ron is only a few seats down, so please hush your mouth!” Ginny hissed.

A very evil smile formed on Casie’s lips. Oh no. Not that smile. Casie Ford’s devil’s advocate smile.

“Oh Ron! I need to tell you something!” She called.

Ginny paled and reach across the table to quiet Casie, but the damage was done. Ron walked over to where they were sitting, looking at them curiously.

“Yes casie? You wanted to tell me something?” He asked, blushing slightly. It was clear he felt something for Ginny’s blonde friend.

“Yes, I would just like to say” She was cut off by Ginny’s hand covering her mouth. She fought free, however, and continued on.

“Ginny fancies” She paused for a moment, and gave Ginny another evil smile. “Some bread. Please pass it here.”

Ron gave her a confused look, but complied by handing her a bread basket. Ginny nearly fainted with relief.

“Is that all?” He asked. Ginny tensed again. Would Casie blow it?

“No, but thank you Ron, we really appreciate it. Would you like a hug?”

Ron blushed and muttered ‘alright then’ Before Casie gave him a friendly hug. He was blushing like mad when he walked back to his seat, and kept glancing back at Casie.

“He’s funny, that brother of yours.” Casie said with amusement.

Ginny nodded and prayed that they were finished with their chat on Malfoy. Her prayers were in vain, however, because Sierra continued on.

“Well, Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley. How unexpected. I bet if you mix your hair color your kids would have pink hair.”

“How cute!” Casie exclaimed.

Ginny groaned and let her head fall on the table.

“He is rather hot though, isn’t he? I’d go out with him, but he needs a tan. And I don’t fancy a rich boy.” Sierra babbled.

“I would go out with him, you watch Ginny, he’ll dress you up in diamonds and you’ll feel like a queen.” Casie added in her opinion.

“That’s great, but we’re not going out. And we’re not gonna.” She said firmly. She then stood up and left the Great Hall.



A/N: This is a long chapter, Please Review, I like to see what people think of my story. Big thanks to The Lovely Lioness and everyone else who did review!