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So sorry bout the wait, I have been busy doing my studies and work. But hey I'm giving you another chapter. Hope you enjoy. OH yeah I was hoping that some of my reviewers could do me a favour. I was wondering if you guys to give me some ideas on what you'd like mentioned in the story. I'm currently doing ch 11 and I'm stuck. I have no ideas what so ever. I have an idea and plot line, but it's not working. SO if you guys can give ideas I'll give you ice cream, lots n lots of ice cream. ENJOY

Chapter Nine

The most idiotic thing Draco ever said.

"Oh fucking, bloody, shit; hellfire, when are you and your little fucking, shitty excuse for a boyfriend going to come back to fucking Hogwarts and grace us with your fucking bloody ROYAL PRESENCE!" screamed Ron out of the Gryffindor window.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" exclaimed Hermione loudly, scolding Ron for his foul mouth.
"What? I have a right to be mad. My sister has run off with Malfoy!"

"Still, it doesn't matter, they have only been gone for two weeks."

"Still Hermione, TWO weeks, how much longer do you think I'll last?"

"All we got to do is wait, so come on, calm down and come for Breakfast."

"Don't you ever get tired of being so right all the time?" Ron sighed in defeat.

"I'm Miss-Know-it-All, I never get tired." Hermione grinned.

"Right…sorry, forgot…" Ron remarked sarcastically before striding of ahead to the hall.

"Man, why do I bother?" sighed Hermione angrily.

'Where's Harry? Oh…why do I bother?" she thought sadly. Harry and Hermione had gotten into a silly argument that soon ended in tears.

Flashback
"Harry you know as well as I know the only reason that Malfoy took Ginny with him was to help him avenge his mother's death. Beside he would not be that upset about losing his parents!"

"Hermione do you what it's like to lose a parent? NO YOU DON'T. It cuts a part of you away that never, ever will return. It leaves you empty. But I guess you would never know what that feels like, you have never had to watch children walking down the street with their mother and father and wonder where your parents are and how come they are not there to hold your hand. You have never felt left out on parent/teacher night because of the simple fact you didn't have parents. You never felt that and you probably never will, you only see your damned books not what other people might feel!" yelled Harry.

"Harry, my parents are dead, I never knew them. I grew up in a foster home and spent eight years of my life alone being beaten up every lunch because I was a nerd. My parents as you know them now are my adoptive parents," Hermione whispered resentfully. "Your just selfish Harry, all you think about is yourself, no one else."

End of flashback

Hermione glanced once more at the boy's dorm; swiftly she turned around and went to breakfast with Ron.

Later that night, Hermione was still angry with Harry. It was just a stupid argument, how it happened she still doesn't understand. Hermione slowly read over her Ancient Runes assignment, which was due the next day. Somehow, something was not quiet right in the air, as the hairs on her neck stood up on ends. It was excessively quiet in the library for this time of night. Slowly she moved out of her chair, to the opening of room, she took a walk around the hall. As she came around a corner, she saw someone move in the darkness.

"Hey, get back here this instant!" but they did not obey. She followed into the darkness. A renewed set of chills passed through her, rising goose bumps along her skin in horror. A drop of blood landed on her hand. She looked up and saw a person hanging by a bear thread of rope; in every five seconds it growled in anger and pain as more blood poured against the floor.

A familiar face bent to look at her. With wide eyes, she realized that it was Harry.

"HARRY IS THAT YOU?!" panic rose in her voice.

"HELP… ME…!" he choked out as a thin line of blood began tracing down his chin.

"My god, Harry! Hold tight. 'Wingardium leviosa'." Slowly Harry came free from the rope that was attacking him. His body became limp and cold as Hermione directed him into her lap.

She looked down at his ghostly white face; his quivering pale lips and suddenly she felt as if her heart was exploding in her chest as the thought shot through her. Erasing very trace of anger their argument had left in her last week; she thought she might be losing him beyond return.

"Oh, Harry," her voice trembled "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you last week. I've missed you I…," she whispered softly as the torches' light danced in her eyes, in her tears "I… love you." sobbed Hermione.

In a final effort, Harry opened one bloodshot eye to look up at her.
"Hermione…I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…."

She looked at him, holding his head gently between her hands. "Who did this to you?" she ran her delicate fingers through his dark locks.

"It was Buckle… he wanted to know where Ginny was… but I didn't tell him," he smiled a little in satisfaction.

Hermione traced her thumb below his lips, wiping off the blood carefully.

"Hermione I-" he began but she cut him off-

"Don't say it!" she said, every fibre of her being clinging to it.

"-I'm dying Hermione."

"Don't!" she whispered harshly, resting her fingers over his mouth. "Without you I'm hopeless, we are all hopeless. Don't you quit on me Harry! You are all the hope we have left in this war!" Hermione slid her hands around Harry cold body and made her way to the Hospital wing, not knowing that Harry was slowly slipping away with every second.

******

Meanwhile, as the sun hit the horizon, showing off the magnificent oranges and reds, two people starts to stir from their sleeping slumber. Throughout the nights, the wolf threatened itself to get in the steal spell tent, without any luck, it soon withdraws. As they started to stir, they never knew they were heading for trouble.

Slowly Ginny opened her eyes to see who had wrapped their arms around her torso, and where hers were. Slowly she moved her head to see the blonde sleep quietly and peacefully. The sun glare shone down on Draco's pale face bringing out the male facials that every woman would be fascinated by. Slowly his lashes start to flutter and Ginny quickly closes her eyes seeing if her trick would work. Slightly confused where he was, he lifted his head and realized what he done last night.

"Morning Ginny. Enjoy my arms?" said Draco in a very groggy voice.

"Morning Draco. Yes I did. Did you enjoy mine?" said Ginny showing a very sly grin, Draco didn't actually register what Ginny was saying until he realized the she was gripping his arms.

"Yikes, how? What? Did you drug me last night?"

"No; why the hell would I do that?"

"Well I don't know; maybe because you are a Weasley!"

"No way in the world I would do that. Don't you remember last night? It was you who started it."

"Me! Well it was you who almost drove me insane only seeing you in a bloody towel." said Draco, removing his arms from Ginny waist, while searching for his clothes that were nearly discarded everywhere along with Ginny's.

"We, didn't do it, did we?" said Draco, as Ginny realising his shock looked around seeing all her clothes around her as well as his.

"No? Did we? No, we didn't. Draco what is that on your shoulder, it wasn't there last night?" trying to change the subject and trying to calm Draco's anger.

"What thing on my shoulder, you didn't do anything to me last night did you?" said Draco gathering his clothes and sliding a new shirt on.

"Come here and let me see. Please it's beginning to worry me."

"You worried over me, fine! Here take a look; I can't see it." As he found his discard pants and putting them on, he made his way over to Ginny. Taking his new shirt off for Ginny's eyes to ponder on his flexed torso, he sat on the bed facing his back towards Ginny.

"My god!" gasped Ginny.

"What is it now?"

"You have my mark." Quickly Ginny looked down to her arm; still the mark was there, but was shining a pinkish red glow.

"I have what?"

"You have my mark. This means... No, this can't be happening,"

"What Ginny, tell me now!" said Draco trying to put his shirt back on but Ginny's fingers where tracing his back giving him second thoughts.
'Draco is my soul mate'

"You, well um, you're, my… God damn it. Draco, you're my fucking soul mate."

"Why you little…" while turning around, "You're saying that I'm your bloody soul mate. I can not believe this."

"It's not my bloody fault; the Mark chooses the person's soul mate. The Mark would show on the partner's right shoulder. Which it has. I don't believe this at all either, but you have no choice, we have no choice."

"So your telling me that we have to grow up together, marry each other and have tiny kids popping out everywhere?" Draco roared as he stood up, trying to dominate over Ginny with height. Ginny stood up just as quick, trying not to let the sheet expose her body.

"Hey, if you want kids popping out everywhere, go see your friend Pansy, cause I'm definitely not doing that and being one of your night standees." Ginny looked down trying to hide the tears that were develop in her eyes, "I can't believe this mark has done this to me, to us. Get outside Draco, I need to think." still looking down.

Suddenly Draco realised that this mark they both now share, would lead to many things, hatred, destruction yes. However, will love and faithfulness fulfil? Maybe. Draco soon realised that they both have to commit, whether they liked it or not.

"Ginny," placing a finger under her chin so he could wipe the tears that were running silently down her face. "If fate has chosen us to be together, I'll give it some thought. I don't have my father around anymore, so it won't matter what he thinks." Quietly turning, he exited out of the tent.

'Why the fuck does it has to happen to me!' Ginny slumped down and sobbed her eyes out.
While outside, Draco kicked almost every thing his shoe could get on, he could not believe this was happening. 'But what will happen if I don't love her back, or Ginny doesn't love me?' Would they both be in despair for the rest of their lives? It was almost late morning and they had to get going very shortly. Draco whipped out his wand and gathered everything that was lying around. Ginny came out all dressed up and it is very clear that she has been crying. She too whipped out her wand, dragged her equipment (including the tent), and turned them into four small shoeboxes before placing them into her backpack. She made her way over the fire area and started breakfast.

Breakfast was a very quiet one. Neither of them said a word. Once finished with breakfast, Ginny and Draco start on their adventure. Draco knew they were getting close, as he could see the Southern Mountains in a far distance. He knew the reason for this trip now. It wasn't to avenge his mother death; it was to find his soul mate. Draco looked behind and saw Ginny with a sad, despairing face, but still kept up with Draco's long and fast pace.

"Ginny."

"Mmmm?"

"I wish I didn't have this mark," Draco said in a mimicked voiced.

Ginny looked up and shook her head and laughed.

That was the most idiotic thing Draco had said.

Well there you have it.. Ch 10 won't be out till I've finished ch 11. But depending how many reviews I get I might get it out sooner. In the next chapter, will Harry survive the attack? Will Hermione finally realised that her lover won't be the same, Draco & Ginny has finally reached where they had to go but that isn't the last of their worries. When a shocking discovery is made, will the mark keep them together or will it tear them apart? Well hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Cheers..