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Hand in hand, the young wizard and witch walked into Dumbledore's office. "Good evening, Miss. Weasely, Mr. Malfoy, please have a seat," He greeted them in a chipper voice. With a flick of his wand, two large poofy chairs appeared in front of his desk.
Draco guided Ginny to her chair before taking a seat in his own. They both sat there, looking nervously from one another to Dumbledore. After a few seconds of uneasy silence, the Headmaster of Hogwarts spoke. "Is there anything either of you would like to tell me?" He asked an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes.
Dropping her eyes to her lap, Ginny mumbled, "I blew up some of the stuff in the Room of Requirement."
"And," Dumbledore questioned, his mouth tilting upward in a friendly grin.
"I didn't mean to," Ginny whined. Tears filled her eyes once more, but she brushed them away, refusing to shed them. "I don't know what happened. One minute I was beating up Ron," Draco smiled. "The next Harry is manhandling me to my room," Dracon frowned. "Then I point and *POOF* the door explodes. Then I blew up my clock, and ran to the Room of Requirement, and then I kept blowing stuff up in there and I don't know why."
While Ginny was ranting she made sure to keep her hands securely in her pant's pockets so she wouldn't explode anything in her headmaster's office. When she reached the end of her tirade she sunk back into the chair a defeated look on her face. "What is happening to me Professor?" She asked in a quiet voice.
Dumbledore chuckled and clapped his hands as if Ginny had just recited a popular fairy tale. "Excellent my dear, nothing is wrong with you. Your powers are just expanding."
Draco nodded his head as if he had suspected the same thing, and Ginny's face scrunched into a confused look. "How is that possible Professor?" She asked. "It doesn't make any sense. Blowing stuff up has nothing to do with freezing."
A giddy look sparkled in Draco's eyes, the kind of look a child gets on Christmas morning. "But your power isn't freezing; it's the manipulation of particles."
Burying her face in her hands Ginny groaned. "I didn't understand all this particle manipulation crap the first time you explained it to me."
Rising from his chair, Dumbledore walked around the desk to comfort Ginny. "It will be okay child. This is just the next step in the evolution of your powers. You can now accelerate particles to the rate of combustion as well as slow them down."
Rubbing her nose, Ginny sniffled. "So I can still freeze?"
"Yes my dear, you can still freeze. You will just have to calm down and focus." Dumbledore picked up a small jar from his desk. "Lemon drop," he offered.
This brought a smile to Ginny's face, but it only lasted for a second as another thought entered her mind. "Professor Dumbledore, how come Draco doesn't have any new powers? I mean, I've only been working with mine since September. He has had his powers for years. He's gotten stronger, but he's never done anything beyond moving objects with his mind."
Draco's face fell, his lips forming a scowl. "Now, now Mr. Malfoy, do not look so down trodden. Allow me to explain." Dumbledore once again took his seat behind the desk.
"As I'm sure Mr. Malfoy informed you Miss. Weasely, your primary source of power is your emotions. The reason your powers have manifested so quickly, is because you are more capable of showing your emotions then Mr. Malfoy. Tell me Mr. Malfoy, have you ever felt the overwhelming urge to be in two places at once?"
The scowl disappeared from his face, to be replaced by a look of utter confusion. "No Professor," He answered quickly.
Nodding his head, Dumbledore pulled a small book out of one of his desk drawers. "Mr. Malfoy's powers are highly advanced, seeing as how he has retained them for quite sometime. However, the reason his secondary gift has not developed is because he has never felt the need to use it."
Dumbeldore slide the small tome across his desk so it rested in front of Draco. "You are more then capable of using your secondary gift Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps that book will bring things into perspective. Now as for you Miss. Weasely," Dumbledore swiveled around to face Ginny.
"I am aware of your outburst to your brother and Mr. Potter. I have sent for them as we speak to explain your absence from Gryffindor Tower last night." Ginny's head dropped at Dumbledore's words. "Do not worry, I will not tell them you were with Mr. Malfoy." Draco and Ginny both sighed in relief.
"However, if you wish you may return to the Slytherin Prefect rooms with Mr. Malfoy until Monday classes. His presence might provide a calmer environment for you to begin to control your new power." Neither Draco nor Ginny refused Dumbledore's offer for Ginny to stay in Draco's rooms.
Dumbledore stood and motioned for them to follow. "Mr. Weasely and Mr. Potter shall be here momentarily. I will explain your absence and inform them that they shall see you again Monday. Hopefully by then you will be able to control your gift somewhat," Dumbledore smiled. "Or at least realize to keep your hands in your pockets if someone makes you angry."
As they exited Dumbledore's office, Draco finally got a chance to look at his new book. It was small compared to the usual size of books you found in the wizarding world. The title read, 'Astral Projection: Movement of the Body by the Mind'. 'What the hell has that old man gotten me into?' Draco thought to himself.
Ginny and Draco made their way down the spiral staircase. By the time they reached the bottom, Draco's Invisibility Cloak was once again settled around Ginny. As they stepped out into the hall, they saw Harry and Ron heading towards them. Draco's jaw clinched in anger as he remembered what they had said to Ginny.
He was about to give them a piece of his mind when an invisible hand halted his progress. "Fine," Draco muttered into the empty space behind him.
"Malfoy," Ron exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Draco smirked. "I could ask you the same thing Weasely. If I'm not mistaken, the Hospital Wing is on the other side of the castle. It looks like you two could use Madam Pomfrey more then Professor Dumbledore right about now."
Draco pointed to Ron's black and blue eye and Harry's scratched up arm. "How did you come by those anyway? You'd think by now you two would have learned to leave wild animals alone, especially when their pissed off."
Harry and Ron shared a confused look as Draco shouldered by them. "Its official, Malfoy's gone completely nutters," Ron said.
"You don't have to tell me," Harry laughed. "That's the second time I've heard him refer to wild animals. I think he has some kind of fetish. *shudders* One I really don't want to know about."
A/N: I know it has been a long long time and I'm soo sorry. I have a lot of work between school and band but I hope ya'll enjoy this part, I know its not very long but I'm trying to write the next chapter as we speak!! REVIEW please and tell me how you think the story is going!!
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