Disclaimer: Do I really have to bother?
Author: Usagirl
Email: usagirl666@hotmail.com
Title: Losing Love
Author's notes: I would like to give a big thank you to Liz and LadyofSlytherin, my new beta readers. They have been helping me out ^^
Losing Love
Chapter 4:
Trio against Trio
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They were on a mission. If this was a movie, there would be James Bond music in the background and cars exploding in mid-air. But no, they were not in a James Bond movie. Instead, they were at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley were cracking the case, by playing who done it, in the halls. So naturally, the students and faculty alike were hiding in the nooks and crannies, knowing if they were caught that there would be hell to pay.
But there was one problem that the students had. Instead of having one sleuth snooping about, they had three, and if they wanted to find you, they did. At the moment they were picking on poor Hannah Abbott.
"Where were you on the night of Malfoy's death?" Hermione looked at the girl and then at her notebook, hand gripping a quill tightly, waiting to write some important tidbit down.
"You didn't see him with my sister did you? Because if you did and no one told me, I am so going to..."
"Ron! Don't threaten her! We are here to ask questions and get answers."
"Will you two stop playing good cop, bad cop. It's quite annoying, and you are scaring Hannah witless." By this point Hannah was pressing her back up against the wall, books held against her chest as if they were her only protection. Her eyes were big and round with confusion.
"Please don't hurt me!" She squeaked. Her comment was ignored by her 'investigators'.
"Harry, we are not playing good cop, bad cop. That's ridiculous!" Hermione gasped!
"What's good cop, bad cop?"
"Never mind, Ron."
"Weren't we going to ask her friends and dorm mates about the whole Ginny and Malfoy thing? We know Hannah is a nice girl, but I don't think Ginny talks to her that often."
"Don't say Ginny and Malfoy's name together! It is bad luck! You will curse my family name! And my sister will never be a Malfoy! Never! I will say it in every language I know, and I will make sure my sister does not become a Malfoy, because to be a Malfoy would be a vile, vile thing and I would pull his guts and intestines out, not to mention his heart, that is if he has one, and I will make him pay by..."
Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes, glad for once that they didn't have any older siblings that went into destruction mode every week.
"Okay, Ron! That's enough! We are going to find Cocoa and...those girls who follow her around now. Okay?" Harry tried to sooth Ron's anger, by distracting him. It worker.
Ron blinked. "Okay," He agreed happily and rushed down the hall. "Malfoy's ass will be mine!"
"Is it just me or was there a sexual undercurrent to that last statement?"
Harry smiled, "You never know, there could be, otherwise Ron just has a lousy word choice."
The two snickered.
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The two pairs of three approached each other slowly. Harry eyed Cocoa wearily and she returned the act. They were by no means friends, but remained civil towards each other, and tried to stay away from each other's 'posse.' To have one group who thinks they rule the school was bad enough, but two?
"Potter."
"Lewan." Cocoa cringed. She hated her last name. No matter though, she wanted to get away from the other trio as fast as she could.
"What do you want Potter?"
"We need to ask you some questions about Ginny. If you would only be so kind as to answer them..."
"What do you want to know about that bitch?"
"WHAT?!" Ron's face deepened into a rosy hue. Then a beet red, and then a purplish grape color. It wasn't very pleasing to the eye.
With a quick flick of the hand, that connected with the back of the redhead's head, and a firm "zip it" the groups began to weave questions wearily from one way to the other.
"As I was saying, about Ginny..." Harry began again.
"What about her?"
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Speaking of Ginny, she was freezing her bum off on a rock near the lake. She appeared to be gazing at the lake, but her eyes were unseeing. Luckily it was chilly out, keeping most students inside the castle. Especially her friends. Ginny loved her friends, but she just didn't want to hear Colin or Neville chatter at the moment. Now, don't get the wrong idea, Ginny loves her friends, and they adore her, but...
"They will never understand what I am going through. Never."
"What won't who understand?"
Ginny's head snapped around. "Prof...Prof...Professor, what are you doing out here?"
An eyebrow arched gracefully, "I was wondering the same thing."
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Draco stared wearily out of the window.
"God this sucks. I mean living might not have been the greatest, but being dead blows. I mean it really sucks." He pressed his forehead to the glass pane and watched the people walking around the lake. "They are so lucky. If they knew how bad this is, they'd pity me. Oh wait, they already do."
A snort escaped his dry lips. His eyes narrowed unexpectedly and his posture stiffened.
"What the bloody hell does he think he is doing? Who is he talking too?"
Grey eyes widened dramatically. "Virginia... sweet, sweet Virginia. How I miss you... I sound like some pathetic loser from a Shakespeare play. Doth what window does thou name take? BAH! How stupid... Wait, why would he do this to me? Is he taunting her? Is he telling her our secret! Oh my god he is! Everyone knows Gryffindors can't keep secrets. That's why if you want to spread rumors you tell a Gryffindor or better yet, let a Gryffindor over hear a rumor. Do you know what would be a good rumor? Harry Potter, the snake kisser. That is why he is a Parselmouth. HAHA! I can just see the people laughing. Wait... why am I talking to myself again?"
"Because you have been stuck up in this room for the past few days Mr. Malfoy, with nothing to do and no one to talk too."
Not turning away from the window Draco continued, "Sweet Merlin. I have gone insane. I started answering myself. No I always did answer myself; I just always knew it was me talking."
A soft chuckle was heard, "Mr. Malfoy, we need to get you out of here soon. You are not acting like yourself."
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"So... you want to know if I know about Weasley's sister's relationship with Malfoy?"
"THERE WAS NO RELATIONSHIP!"
"Ron, I am warning you..." Hermione was getting aggravated with Ron's childish behavior.
"That is what we asked Cocoa," Harry sighed with exasperation. "For the fifth time, do you know anything?"
"Well, maybe... what is it worth to you?"
"You can't be serious?! That's... That's..."
"Blasphemous!"
"Thank you, Hermione. Anyway, what would you want?" Green eyes regarded her wearily.
"Not much only..." She walked up to Harry and whispered in his ear.
A resounding noise was heard through the halls. It sounded like an animal in pain. A soul tortured. A boy who lived shouting at the top of his lungs.
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"WHAT?!"
Ginny's head turned away from her professor to look at the castle. That kind of sounded like Harry, but you wouldn't be able to hear him by the lake, would you? Especially if he was in the castle.
"Miss Weasley, I believe I asked you a question. You have yet to answer."
Ginny's eyes grew rounded with fear. "Um... you see... I was out here... I didn't mean anything, Professor Snape!"
A black eyebrow arched in amusement. "You sound like you are in trouble, Miss Weasley. I am sorry if I gave you that impression."
Ginny stared at him, her mouth slightly open. Snape apologized? To her? Ginny looked side to side in attempt to see if anyone was around her. No one. She then pinched the skin on her arm.
"Ow!"
She was awake. Okay... something was wrong here. Very wrong.
"Miss Weasley, if you are done with your tom-foolery, I would like to speak to you in my office this evening. Is seven alright for you?"
A short nod.
"Well farewell then, Miss Weasley. I will see you tonight. We have many things to discuss."
Ginny sat staring at his back after he made his usual exit, with billowing robes and short, confined steps.
"What the hell just happened?"
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"What are you talking about? I always act like myself. I am the bastard Malfoy. The hated Slytherin. The bouncing ferret. Ferret boy. Scum of the earth. The boy who lived with a broom stuck up his arse. The boy..."
"Mr. Malfoy, I am aware of all those name you are called, but that does not make them true."
"Whatever. Is there something you wanted? I mean shouldn't you be showering Potter and his little friends with praise for being good little Gryffindors? That's what you do after all. Talk about a bias son of a..."
"Mr. Malfoy! I will not be addressed in such a manner. I came to inform you that Professor Snape will be meeting Miss Weasley tonight. The headmaster thought you should know, to be prepared. If I had known I would get this disrespect I would never have come..."
"Save your breath. I already kind of figured it out when I saw him talking to Virginia outside."
"Well I guess that is it then. Good day, Mr. Malfoy."
Professor McGonagall turned on her heel and started to leave when Draco's voice cut through the room.
"Wait...please. I want to ask you something."
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To Be Continued...
Like it? Hate it? Review! And what could Professor Snape want to talk to Ginny about? I have yet to figure it out, but I am sure it will be good. Thanks again to my betas. Til next time.
~usagirl