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Chapter 60 - Playing Games Part II
Chapter LX — Playing Games Part II
Chapter LX — Playing Games Part II
Draco sat in Dumbledore's office casually twiddling his thumbs. He was trying to be calm and collected and to act like he really didn't care what was going to happen to him, but he was nervous. He had spent two sleepless weeks in a dorm with Crabbe and Goyle hoping that nothing would happen. Nothing had of course but he didn't know whether to be relieved or even more worried. Then he had been summoned out of Potions class for a meeting with Dumbledore. He looked up when the office door opened.
"Good afternoon, Draco," Dumbledore said as he took a seat behind his desk. "How are you doing today?"
Draco shrugged. "Fine. You wanted to see me, Professor?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I did. I have a few things to discuss with you. First of all, I have some bad news."
Draco glanced up in alarm. "What kind of bad news?"
"Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle have officially joined Voldemort's ranks. It is now known for certain."
He nodded. "Yeah, I figured that they would."
"There's something else. Miss Parkinson also seems to be officially involved. I do not know if she has become a Death Eater as well but she is involved somehow. This leaves you in quite a predicament."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "No, you don't suppose, you know. Now as Headmaster of this school even knowing what I do about the students' activities, I cannot expel them or force them to leave as in school they have not done anything wrong. However, I do know to be cautious of them; which is why I will be splitting up the sixth year boys' dormitory in Slytherin house."
"How?" Draco asked.
Dumbledore smiled. "This castle is very large Mr. Malfoy and the Slytherin's home has many unused rooms. There are charms over the doors to keep them hidden when we do not need them. You, Mr. Zabini, and Mr. Nott will be moved into another room while Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle will stay in the dorm you have now. I have house elves as we speak moving out your belongings. I have already spoken to Mr. Nott and to Mr. Zabini who agree that they too, do not want to share a room with them."
Draco nodded. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. Second, Mr. Potter informs me that you are to join the DA this year?"
"Yes, I am."
Dumbledore smiled. "I think that it's an extraordinary club and I'm pleased that Harry is interested in making it official. Professor Black plans to help conduct it as the club will most likely be split into two levels. I want to see you do your best in the club. You're a very talented young wizard, Draco, and I think that your power is stronger because you know right from wrong."
Draco nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Thirdly, James Potter has informed me that you are looking for a way out of your betrothment to Miss Parkinson?"
"I was well … I was hoping."
"I do not know what the stakes were when it was done for you. But I can tell you that James, will do everything in his power to find a way for you to get out of it. He understands the pureblood line well. His parents were in love with Lily and she was muggleborn but it didn't stop them from commenting on the lack of bloodline. Andrew and Gwen Potter however, never cared about such a thing, unlike some pureblood families. You have a good friend in James and Harry and as long as you keep that, you'll be safe." Dumbledore explained.
"Thank you, sir, and I do appreciate what Mr. Pot — James, is doing for me." Draco replied.
Dumbledore smiled. "Good. Now why don't you head down to the Slytherin common room and a house elf named Hazy should be waiting for you to show you the way to your new room."
Draco nodded and stood up. "Thank you, sir."
Dumbledore simply nodded, his eyes twinkling. "You're welcome."
Draco headed downstairs and he was half-way to the Slytherin common room when he walked head long into somebody and almost fell over. He caught himself, but the person he hit wasn't nearly as lucky. Piles of books had been flown across the floor and he saw a head of long curly shining black hair. He fell to his knees and began to gather the books.
"I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." He replied.
"So I noticed," she responded as she gathered her things and carefully put them back into her knapsack. She didn't look up at him as she spoke. "You should be more careful, the school doesn't revolve around you."
"Excuse me?" Draco asked, his voice dripping in insult. "What's that supposed to mean?"
The girl carefully tied her bag up, still not looking at him. "Oh, please, you think that I don't know who you are? You're Draco Malfoy, heir to god knows what, but you strut around thinking that you're all that! Well, you're not all that!" She stood up, flinging her hair over her shoulder and Draco gasped.
She was incredibly beautiful. Her long black curly hair hung down past her shoulders and she had dark grey eyes, a cute little nose and dimples in her cheeks. She was so small; maybe 5'3 and she had a small spray of freckles across her nose. He wondered why he had never seen her before. He simply swallowed and then remembered that she had just been insulting him.
"You don't even know me!" He demanded.
She rolled her eyes. "I know your type. Besides, if even half of what Pansy says is true, I don't want to know you. Now excuse me, I have to go down to the library." She went to hurry past him and he grabbed her arm. "Let go of me!"
Draco released her. "Listen, anything Pansy says is a lie. She's a cow and … hell, it's not important. Who are you anyway?"
"A mere half-blood, so apparently Ibeneath/I you." She sneered.
"Why are you being so cold?" He asked.
She laughed. "Me cold? As if you don't know!"
He looked puzzled. "I don't. Who are you?"
"Delilah Knight. Ring any bells?" He continued to look puzzled and she gave a cold laugh. "Doesn't it just figure? Miriam Knight? Does that ring a bell? You know the woman who lived in your home? Who died in your home?"
Draco paled then and took a step back. "I had nothing to do with that."
Delilah sneered. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that she's dead. And I'm sure you're just the same as your father so you might as well have killed her!" She turned and stormed off, leaving him standing there lost in thought.
He continued on his way to the Slytherin common room, lost in memories. He did indeed know who Miriam Knight was. He stopped and leaned back against the stone wall, closing his eyes and he remembered.
"Mother, why can't I go down and play in the dungeons? I like to pretend I'm a prisoner or a knight." A young Draco asked at eight years old.
Narcissa Malfoy shook her head. "Because, Draco, your father is doing business down there."
"But I promise I'll be quiet and besides the dungeon is so big, he'll never even know that I'm there."
"I said no."
"Please Mother, there's nothing else to do."
"DRACO! What did I just say?" Narcissa demanded giving him a small slap across his head.
Draco nodded and hurried out of the room but instead of going somewhere else he snuck down into the dungeons with his pretend sword. He heard loud voices but he continued down anyway and hid behind a door to see what his father was doing.
Lucius was standing in one of the dungeons with five other men. Draco knew them all as they came to the house often; Victor Crabbe, John Goyle, David Avery, Amycus Carrow, and Walden Macnair. They were all talking amongst themselves. He slid into a little cubby hole in the corner where he watched them. He liked to spy on them and pretend that he was grown-up and part of the group. That was when he noticed the woman.
She had long dark brown hair and dark grey eyes. She was chained to the wall in the back and he wondered what she had done wrong that his father thought she should be a prisoner. She was naked and her body was covered in bruises. He tore his gaze away when he heard his father speak.
"Now, now boys, we all know the rules. I believe, Miriam here, should get first pick. What do you say, sweetheart?" Lucius asked, running his fingers through her matted hair almost lovingly. "Who do you want to go first?"
Miriam glanced up from where she was chained. "Piss off!" Then she spit in his face.
"Why you little bitch!" Lucius exclaimed as he backhanded her across the face. "Show some respect."
"To who? You? You're a disgusting and foul-mouthed creature and if my husband ever finds out that I'm here he's going to kill you."
Lucius laughed. "Oh? Jonathon Knight is going to kill me? He just might stab me with his quill, I suppose … but I'll have my fun with you first." He kicked out with his leg and she collapsed to her knees, scraping them on the rough floor. He laughed. "Now be a good bitch and do what you're told!"
Miriam glared up at him. "I'd rather be sick."
Lucius punched her in the head. "NOW!"
Draco's eyes widened from his hiding spot as he watched the woman glare up at his father. But she did what she was told. Macnair was last to take her and afterwards he yanked her back up to her feet and squeezed her hips.
"Muggleborn bitches like you make me sick."
She grinned. "You didn't seem to mind a moment ago when I had your —"
He backhanded her before she could finish her sentence. "You shut your hole! Come here, Goyle, you show her what happens when she doesn't behave."
Goyle went up to stand in front of her and what he did next caused Draco to throw up quietly in the corner as he watched. Why wasn't anyone helping her? She was so hurt and she had tears in her eyes. He watched as everyone left the room after what he thought had been hours. He wiped vomit from his lip and brought his knees to his chest before he began to rock back and forth. His father was now alone with her. Surely his father would help her now. But his eyes widened instead at what he saw.
Lucius gripped her hips tightly. "This will be my pleasure, Mrs. Knight." When she screamed he grinned. "Good, scream louder. It makes it feel better." She continued to shriek in pain as he raped her. He stepped back and used a cleansing charm on himself when he was finished.
"Go to hell, Malfoy!"
He slapped her and then he touched the blood dripping from her lip. "As long as you come with me, baby. Look at this, Mudblood … it's not even pure, its mudblood and its disgusting." He spit on her and then he pulled out his wand. "Let me tell you this much, though, you were one hell of a good shag." He slid his fingers gently through her hair. "And that pretty little girl of yours, I bet she'll be real pretty when she grows up."
Miriam's eyes flashed. "You stay the hell away from my daughter!"
Lucius grinned. "Or what? When she gets older, or hell maybe even now … I'll show her how good I was to her mother." Then he raised his wand and pointed it at her heart. "Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light came barrelling out of his wand and her bloody and battered body fell back against the stone wall. Lucius snapped his fingers and one of the house elves, Goody, appeared.
"Get rid of the body." Then he turned and walked away, not knowing that a small boy sat huddled in a secret passage way with silent tears pouring from his eyes as he looked at the woman with a small pool of vomit next to him. He closed his eyes, but he never forgot her face. Just as he never forgot the faces of the other women he knew his father and his friends played with and killed. He knew of at least six but Miriam Knight's face stayed in his mind longer because it was his own father who had held the wand.
Draco pulled himself out of the memory and looked down the hall where Delilah had last been and he groaned. She had every right to hate him, especially if she knew about it. But if she did, then why hadn't his father ever been punished? Stupid question, he thought. His father managed to wiggle out of everything. Besides, when he got rid of the body he got rid of the evidence.
Draco shook his head from the memories and continued on his way to the common room. He was drudging up his past and that was the last thing he needed. Right now, he just needed to find his new room. That was what was important.
Ginny sat on her bed, thinking about how she had slowly been torturing Harry all week with her sexy images. She felt guilty for sharing Harry's dream with Emma when she had first seen into his mind. But she had done it out of impulse and … well she would tell him and she hoped he wouldn't be too angry. Though she knew that if the tables had been turned she would most certainly be angry. She had mastered it now and she knew that Harry was incredibly confused as to what was going on. She was telling jokes and sending images and sending songs and all sorts of things into his mind but she still didn't know how she was going to tell him. How did one explain this sort of thing? Then she grinned and quickly jumped out of bed to grab some parchment.
She had the perfect plan.
Late one evening, Harry sat in Sirius' office watching his godfather sort through a pile of papers, grinning. "Enjoy being a professor?"
Sirius grinned. "You know, I actually do. I wasn't sure what I would think of it, but I like it. AH! Here we are." He pulled out the piece of parchment that he was looking for. "This is a list of basic spells, jinxes, and hexes. I was thinking you could go through it and tell me what you've already taught to the DA. Because since it's now open to new members we will have to split the DA up into two groups, one will be the advanced one and people will be able to move from one group to another."
Harry nodded. "That makes sense. And I was thinking along the same lines. I'd like to get it started as soon as we could."
"Me too, I think it will be fun. I figured since you're the one who started the club you'll be the principal teacher, I'll just be there to help out since its such a large group." Sirius explained.
"Alright, that works." Harry looked over the list and put a check mark next to all the ones he had done. "Here."
Sirius briefly looked it over. "Good. Okay, why don't you post the notice tomorrow and we'll go for Wednesday night in the great hall?"
Harry nodded. "Sounds good. I'm glad to have this going again. It will take my mind off of things."
Sirius leaned back in his chair. "Speaking of things … how are you doing?"
Harry shrugged. "As well as can be, I guess."
"That's the sorriest excuse I've ever heard."
"Well, I miss her. I just … I miss having her around; hearing her voice; holding her; kissing her; I just miss her." Harry explained.
Sirius nodded. "I know. Ginny's quite amazing and just think when she comes back you can have an incredible reunion."
Harry laughed. "Yeah … I've been thinking about that."
Sirius cocked his head. "Oh, you have, have you?"
Harry blushed. "I — Uncle Sirius can I ask you a question?"
"Always, what's up?"
Harry fidgeted in his chair for a moment. "Have you ever … this is going to sound completely crazy … but have you ever had ideas or thoughts or hell fantasies in your mind that you knew weren't yours?"
Sirius raised his eyebrow in surprise. "Okay … yes this does sound crazy. Voldemort?"
Harry shook his head. "No … I know it's not him because it feels normal when they come but they aren't there all the time. Just every once and a while I get this feeling and then an image or a sentence or even songs sometimes just pop into mind. Two weeks ago all of these sex images were there and afterwards I was so bloody … well, you get my point."
Sirius glanced at Harry quizzically. "The ideas aren't yours? So you're what, having conversations with yourself?"
Harry shrugged. "I thought so, but I don't know how it's happening. Something's up and its really starting to drive me crazy."
"These sexual images that you've been having, what do you mean by that?"
"Just you know, images of me and Ginny doing … stuff."
Sirius wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "What kind of stuff?"
"I'm not telling you that!"
Sirius laughed. "Harry, do we need to have another talk?"
Harry laughed. "No! I just … okay, I'm just going crazy!"
Sirius nodded. "I don't know. Wait a few days and if its still there I'll talk to James and Dumbledore and Moony and we'll see if we can figure it out."
"So have you heard from Ginny lately?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, she writes about once a week. These long letters that are like ten pages long, explaining every detail. I love that she writes just like she talks to so it's almost as if she's here. Colin, Dee, Luna, Hermione, and Molly have been getting letters just as long. I bet she writes to all of her brothers too."
Sirius grinned. "She's got a big heart. She writes to me too. Have you heard from James lately?"
Harry shook his head. "Not in about a week why?"
Sirius shrugged. "No special reason. It's just that he's alone in that house again. Remus and Tonks have got their own place and he's all by himself."
"Yeah, well, maybe he's still sneaking off to wherever it is he goes."
"What are you talking about?" Sirius asked, his eyes meeting Harry's in surprise.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on, haven't you noticed? I've known since I was like six but it's just been lately that I've really started to notice. Da disappears somewhere for long periods of time and when he comes back he always looks exhausted and depressed. He comes up with dumb excuses about work too."
Sirius nodded. "You know, now that you mention it, James does do that. Hell, he has always done that, well, since I got out of prison anyway."
Harry nodded. "I know, but ever since I had that dream about Mum, it's as if he's been going more. I asked him about it and he said that no one would understand. I wonder what kind of secret he's keeping."
Sirius shrugged. "I have no idea. But all secrets have to come out at some time. Alright, well that's enough of the puzzlement of trying to understand your father. Why don't you head down to the common room and I'm going to go pry Lex away from whatever she's doing?"
"Alright, good night, Uncle Sirius."
"Night Harry. Let me know if those sexual images get any more intense, eh?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. See you." He headed back to the common room and grinned at Ron who he met in the doorway. "Prefect duties complete?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "She's even worse this year, Harry! She wants us to patrol every single corridor and classroom in the castle. I can't take it! Why am I prefect again?"
Harry laughed. "Because you were chosen as one. Come on, that's just the way Hermione is. You're used to it."
He sighed. "I know. Well, want to get a start on Snape's essay?"
"Not really but I'm thinking we don't have much choice."
Ron grinned. "We could play chess?"
Harry yawned. "Maybe. Until Hermione catches us."
Harry laughed as they headed up the stairs to their dormitory. "Potions essay is probably best, less nagging."
Ron grinned. "Good point, mate."
Harry grinned when he saw Hedwig sitting on his bed. "Hey girl. I missed you." He sat down on the bed and Hedwig nuzzled her head into his hand. "I've got a treat for you, beautiful, just give me a second." He reached into his trunk to pull out some owl treats and he held them out for her. "Have you been taking good care of Ginny?" Hedwig hooted softly and Harry grinned giving her a second treat. "That's my girl. Do you have a letter for me or are you just here for a visit?" Hedwig dutifully held out her leg and Harry untied the letter.
"Is it from Ginny?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah." He opened the parchment and to his surprise found the shortest letter he had ever received from Ginny.
I'm doing well but I have something to show you. It's very hard to explain and you're going to think I'm crazy but here I go. I want you to sit somewhere quiet and concentrate hard on an image of me. Once you can see me clearly in your mind I want you to say these words in your mind not out loud:
Ginny, I just got your letter and am following your instructions.
Can you do it?
Thanks. I love you.
Harry re-read the letter twice but he was still frowning in confusion. What was the point of this little experiment?
"Everything alright, mate?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Ginny just wants me to work on something with my magic here. I'll meet you downstairs in a bit."
Ron nodded. "Sure, mate, but if you're any more then an hour I'll have to kill you for leaving me alone to do the essay."
Harry grinned. "Yeah, see you."
He waited until Ron left the room and then he pulled his feet up onto his bed and closed his bed curtains around him. He lied down and closed his eyes bringing an image of Ginny to his mind. He thought of how she looked when he had first kissed her. Her eyes were dark chocolate in arousal and surprise and how her hair was rich and flowing like fire in his hands. When the image was clear in his mind he thought the words that Ginny had asked him to.
"Ginny, I just got your letter and am following your instructions. Did I mention how incredibly stupid I feel at the moment?"
"No, I don't believe you did."
Harry bolted up into a sitting position instantly at the words. What was going on?
"Harry, it's me, really. I know you think that you're going crazy, but your not."
"Okay, if I was crazy, that was the first thing I would think I'd hear."
He heard a giggle that sounded oddly familiar. "You're not going crazy, I swear."
"Ginny?" He said softly in his mind.
He closed his eyes. "Alright, it sounds like you and for some odd reason it feels like you … how?"
"It's an ability that I developed. Telepathy. I couldn't explain it in a letter."
Harry grinned. "I guess not. Am I really talking to you in my mind?"
"Yes. I figured out that I could do it and I talked to Emma and she said that since I was so good at it I could probably communicate with you from here. It worked. I can send words and images and songs and everything." She explained.
Harry tilted his head to the side at that. "Oh, you can, can you? Ginevra Molly Weasley! Have you been sending all of those naughty images to me?"
He felt her blush and wondered how he could do so. "Yes. I was experimenting."
He grinned. "Experimenting, alright! Do you have any idea the hell I was going through? I thought I was going bloody insane! I even talked to Sirius about it today and he didn't understand either! He asked me if I needed another talk! You're a vindictive little wench, aren't you?"
He heard her laugh and the sound made him sigh with pleasure. "It was fun and I didn't know how to just talk to you. I thought that you would think you were going crazy."
"So you sent me naughty images to make my blood run hot?"
"How can I talk back to you?" He asked.
"Because you're powerful. I told Emma that you're a powerful wizard, I didn't explain of course, but because you are she said that you would be able to communicate back as long as I initiated the conversation. You'll have to practice yourself to try to start the conversation with me. But also because while we're talking like this, we're connected mentally. Since I initiated the conversation I can see you, almost like I'm sitting on your bed but at the same time I can see in your mind as well. Does that make sense?" She explained.
Harry shook his head. "I don't know. So if I learn how to do this and I initiate the conversation with you, will I see you?"
"I don't think so. You can see into my mind only. I think that I can see more because of my empathic abilities. Emma explained that we have more sight and can see beyond the mind because of the power. You will be able to see all of my thoughts but not me."
He nodded. "That's neat, but it kind of sucks that I can't see you. I miss you."
"I miss you, too. Harry, I need to tell you something very … embarrassing and I really hope that you won't get angry at me, but if you do, well, I'll understand."
Harry looked puzzled for a moment. "What's up, Gin?"
"Well, the first time that I actually managed to make contact with you I ran into Armand, your lion elemental. He was busy guarding your mind but he allowed me entry because he knew who I was and that I was important to you. He then gave instructions to the rest of your elementals to let me by."
"Really?" Harry asked. "Wow, that's neat and cool that they know me enough to do that."
"Yes. I asked Emma about it, but I just told her that you could do Occulmency and she said that since you made the walls or the blocks that it would be a part of you so you knew and accepted me on a conscious level even if you still didn't know I was there. I assumed the elementals worked the same way."
He nodded. "That makes sense. Okay, go on."
She took a deep breath and he grinned when he heard it. It was weird to be able to hear her but not see her but at the same time he could feel her. He couldn't explain it. "Alright, so the first night I got into your mind it was late and I didn't expect to actually make contact with you right away. Well, it was the first night of school and you were dreaming so I saw you sleeping in your bed in Gryffindor Tower and then suddenly I was sucked into your mind. It was weird at first because I was in your dream and I could see and feel and experience everything that you were in your dream. You were dreaming about me."
Harry grinned. "Oh, yeah? Was it a good dream?"
He felt her blush again. "We were kissing and I remember thinking that it was kind of erotic to watch us kissing. Then the scene changed and we were walking through the woods. You pushed me up against the tree to kiss me and I … well in your dream I … I mean we … well …"
Harry blushed now. "I remember."
"Yes, well … I was surprised I mean I've never … well that's beside the point. So your dream continued and then it was about the graveyard and Voldemort was there and he was … well, you were under the Cruciatus and I could hear you screaming and then I screamed and then suddenly you bolted awake and I was yanked from your dream and from your mind. I found myself sitting on my bed breathing heavy and I hurt all over as if I had really been under the curse. It only lasted a few moments and then I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I was still so wrapped up in the idea that I had actually been in your mind. Emma was sitting in the kitchen and she asked what was up so I told her about what had happened. Everything that happened because I wanted to learn more about it and why and how."
Harry nodded. "Alright … I'm not getting to the embarrassment part unless it's that you saw my dream which yeah and … wait, you told Emma everything?"
He gulped. "Even the details of my dream."
"Well, not the part about Voldemort."
"I know. I'm sorry, Harry! I didn't have the right and I know it but I just … I felt so much and I felt everything that my dream self was experiencing and I wanted to know why I could feel it? Why I felt like I was there? Why I was experiencing all these emotions? I'm sorry."
He sighed. "It's alright; I know why you did it. It doesn't make it much better of course. That was my private dream and you had no right to tell Emma about it! I don't mind so much that you saw it, I mean you were in it, but I … you had no right!"
"I know. I can't say sorry anymore."
He nodded. "Alright. So after that, what happened?"
"Well, I talked to Emma some more about what I had felt and if she thought that it meant that I could communicate with you mentally. Emma said yes but I had to practice and she suggested images and pictures and things. It was her that gave me the idea to send you those naughty images. I pulled from your dream, my own dreams, some novels and movies. It was fun. But I have one more confession to make that I must say is embarrassing for both of us."
"Spill it, Ginny."
"Okay, I'm just going to say this really fast because I … well because. Alright, it was the second time I tried to communicate with you and I was sending images and stuff and you went really crazy and locked yourself in your trunk and then you took a shower and I tried to leave then, but I ended up staying because I just couldn't take my eyes away and you were … I'm so ashamed."
He could feel her face turning bright red and he himself blushed when he realized what she was talking about. "You, uh, you saw me … in the shower? When I was … oh, boy." He was silent for a moment. "And?"
"And what?" She asked.
He grinned wickedly. Two could play at this game. "What did you think of what you saw?"
He felt her blush again. "Well I … I mean I never expected … it was … it made me … you were so … hmm."
He grinned. "If you wanted to watch, Gin, all you had to do was ask."
"HARRY!" She exclaimed and he knew that her face was scarlet.
He laughed. "Well, I'm just glad to know that I am not going insane. Wait, did you tell Emma about … in the shower?"
"NO!" Ginny exclaimed. "Harry, I would never do that. It was only the first time and I didn't mean to, I just … I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, Ginny. I forgive you, stop worrying." He sighed. "It's nice to talk to you like this. In my mind I mean."
"Yes it is. I miss you but I'm learning so much here. I'm working on wandless magic now."
He nodded. "That's what your last letter said. How's it coming along?"
"Good. I can light fires now and levitate things and summon small things. Emma and I are going through my first year charms book to go over simple spells and work on doing them without my wand. It was hard at first but it's getting easier. I really like it and I'm so glad I came."
He smiled. "I'm glad."
"What's going on at home? How's Malfoy?"
"Draco's doing alright. Dumbledore moved him, Zabini, and Nott into their own dorm as it's now official that Crabbe and Goyle are Death Eaters. He seems to be doing okay with everything. I'm starting the DA back up this week and Uncle Sirius is going to help me. It's going to be an official club open to anyone who is interested. Draco's joining as well. Ron and Hermione are still bickering like crazy and I'm ashamed to say that I've actually been avoiding them just so I don't have to listen to it."
He heard her laugh. "I don't blame you. I just wish that they would snog already!"
He laughed. "I agree. Well, it's interesting anyway. Colin and Dee are doing good, as well. Colin says it's quieter without you."
"Hey!" She exclaimed. "I think I should be offended by this!"
Harry laughed. "Maybe, but it's true. I really miss you, Gin. I can't believe it's already almost been two months."
"I know. I miss you too. Oh, Emma just came in and she said that I have to go practice my wandless magic now. But I'll talk to you later. You work on trying to communicate with me."
"How do I do it?" He asked.
"Just do something similar as to what you did to get a hold of me. It will be harder though as I won't be waiting for it like I was today, which is how I initiated the conversation. Just concentrate on my image and you can send words and everything."
He grinned. "Alright. Thanks, Gin, I love you."
He felt her smile. "I love you, too. Goodnight."
And then she was gone from his mind and he felt a light emptiness. He sighed. He really missed her.