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Chapter 13: Divining

The morning rays of sun shone across Ginny's face as she opened her eyes, awaking from a sleep filled with dreams of Harry and Tom Riddle. Ever since the events of Ginny's first year at Hogwarts she had been plagued with dreams of that night in the Chamber of Secrets.

She remembered the fear, confusion, and helpless feelings of being under control of Tom Riddle's 16 year old self that had been trapped in a journal she had acquired. Riddle, who later in his life became Lord Voldemont, had used Ginny to try and get to and kill Harry by kidnapping her. She remembered waking up cold and afraid in the chamber to be staring in Harry's emerald green eyes. He had risked his life and saved her. It was at that time that she knew she could never love another man as much as she did Harry. She had always had a crush on him, but after that moment in the chamber she knew she loved him completely.

Ginny felt goose bumps rising on her lightly freckled, pale skin, and she cleared her mind of those thoughts. Yawning, she staggered out of her bed, and stretched her slim arms, raising up on the balls of her feet, and making her light pink boxers rise up, exposing just the bottoms of her round tush. She bent over touching the ground with her finger tips, and proceeded to do a few of her daily stretches and exercises, before gathering her things and heading off into the bathroom.

Goose bumps returned to Ginny's fair skin as she stripped herself of her boxers and tee shirt, but her body soon relaxed as she stepped into the mist filled shower. Eyes fluttered closed as she let the warm water rush over her, making her red hair cling to her head and flow just down below her neck. Streams of water poured down her back, cascading over the curve of her behind, and trickled in thin canals down her long legs.

Stepping back a little, she grabbed the soap, and rubbed it between her hands under the water. Bending over she rubbed the smooth soap over her slender feet, and began to lather her skin, working her way up. Delicate fingers moved in small circles all over her body, leaving trails of soap along their paths. She breathed in deeply, and sighed wishing it was Harry's hands roaming and exploring her body.

She wondered what it would feel like to have his flesh rubbing up against hers. Would his hands be delicate and soft, or would they touch firmly, massaging her skin? She imagined staring into his tender, green eyes, while having him caress her entire body, not wanting him to stop until he explores every one of her regions.

Ginny's nipples hardened as her soapy hands moved over her heaving breasts. She lightly massaged and stroked over her round globes. She cradled each breast in her hands and let two fingers rub and tease each nipple.

One hand traveled down her flat tummy, and began caressing the folds of her swollen lips. Two fingers ran down the middle of her slit, and she dipped one into her tight, hole until she could feel the thin lining of her hymen. Moaning softly, she let her fingers travel back up to rest on her clit, and gently teased and rubbed.

With heavy breaths, Ginny moaned inwardly and began to move her curvy hips in slow motions against her fingers. Increasing the pressure on her hard nipple, her fingers slid down to just barley dip inside her, then resumed its attentions on her nub.

It didn't take long for her body to tense and spasm as an orgasmic wave washed over her. She breathed in the misty air as she relaxed her body against the back of the shower. Sighing, she made a silent vow to have Harry do this to her before the end of the year.

Grey eyes rested closed as the platinum-blonde Slytherin leaned back against the squishy armchair, and breathed in the sweet scent of sage, lavender, and chamomile smoldering in the kettle that hung over the flickering fire in the divination classroom. He cleared his mind of all thoughts, and felt like he could stay like this forever, just floating around in a serene mist of peace. He knew it wouldn't be long before his thoughts would be interrupted by his classmates, so he cherished his few moments of solitude, and let his thoughts soar in pleasant tranquility, enjoying just being him. Draco. Not a Malfoy. Not a Slytherin. Just Draco.....

Shining pools of silver fluttered open as a disappointed sigh rose in his throat when he heard students making there way up the ladder into the classroom. Draco looked out of the corner of his eye without turning his head, gazing at the trap door.

With a violent thrust up, the door opened revealing Pansy, followed by Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, and Vincent Crabbe. The blonde closed his eyes and smirked inwardly. Ever since that first night back to Hogwarts when he literally fucked Pansy over, she had been hanging all over Goyle, trying to make him jealous. He repressed his laugh when he thought of how nervous Goyle got every time Pansy hit on him around Draco. The big lug was so afraid that her new attentions would upset him, and he wasn't sure whether the whole situation was more humorous or more pathetic.

Sitting up and giving the four a half smile, Draco watched them make their way over to his table and pull up chairs. In all actuality they really were perfect for each other. In fact, they deserved each other.

Pansy draped her arm over the back of Goyle's chair, and shot the blonde boy a wide grin.

"Lonely, Draco?"

Both Pansy and Millicent broke into a chuckle, and Goyle turned a light shade of red. Draco glared across the room as more students entered before he gave the muscular girl a coy and mocking smile. Then turning his gaze upon Goyle, he firmly slapped the large boy on the shoulder, and smiled evilly.

"Well, Goyle here sure isn't having any problems in that area."

Crabbe and Millicent broke into a fit of laughter, and Goyle turned a deeper shade of red, shifting his weight in his chair away from Pansy who merely ignored Draco's comment.

Feeling confident that he had accomplished both embarrassing Goyle and shunning Pansy, Draco glanced around the room, and spied Potter, Weasely, and Harara making their way over to the round table nearest the window. The three were sharing a warm laugh at something the red head had said as they sank into the squishy chairs. He watched as Harara relaxed into her chair, and looked around the room that was dimly lit with lamps covered in silky material.

Finally Draco captured the green haired girl's gaze. The two stared expressionless at each other, unblinking, unmoving. Draco refused to break their eye contact, not caring that his cronies were gaping at him, and not caring that Potter and Weasely were glaring angrily at him. He didn't care who knew, or who it would piss off. All he knew was that he wanted to be with her and he always got what he wanted.

Harara broke their trance as Professor Trelawney ghosted into the room, almost gliding on air. The thin and willowy professor pushed her large glasses up on her nose as she piered at the class. Her thin lips parted, and she began the day's lesson in a soft and misty voice.

"Today we will be working on psychometry. Who can tell me what that is?"

As usual, Lavender Brown's and Parvati Patil's hand shot in the air. The Gryffindor girls were about the only two people in the school who actually bought into "the mystical powers of Sibyll Trelawney," and were practically obsessed with the divination class.

"Miss Brown?" the professor said, calling upon Lavender.

"Psychometry is the ability to read and tune into an object so that you can give details about it, it owners, and its history." Lavender answered proudly.

The eerie professor went on to explain the lesson and techniques in even, wispy tones, before allowing them to separate into pairs to try it out.

Without so much as glancing at his friends, who were more like associates to him, Draco shot up out of his chair and walked briskly over to Harara. Looking deeply into her grass green eyes, he spoke in a confident, but not pushy tone.

"Will you be my partner?"

Both Potter and Weasley immediately jumped on the defensive and narrowed their eyes at Draco.

"Bugger off, Ferret!" Ron demanded almost snarling.

Harry jumped to his feet, gripping his wand close to his side.

"What are you playing at, Malfoy?"

Before Draco could shout an insult, Harara interrupted, shooting him a warning look, then turned her gaze to Potter.

"It's ok, Harry. You work with Ron."

As she gathered her things and began following Draco to a nearby table, Harry grabbed her arm firmly, but not painfully, and whispered in her ear.

"Harara, don't go with him. Malfoys' up to something. I know how he is."

The exotic girl looked into Harry's worried green eyes.

"Listen, Harry. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. It'll be alright," and before he could protest further, she gave him what was supposed to be an assuring smile, turned away, and walked over to Draco's table.

Harara relaxed into her chair, leaning back into the soft blue material, and crossed her long legs. Silver eyes locked with green, and before either of them could say a word, Professor Trelawney's misty voice swept through the room.

"One of you will be the subject, and one of you will be the reader. Then you will switch. I will expect 3 feet of parchment on your impressions and interpretations of the reading you give by Monday...... Now, I want all subjects to give the readers an object. Remember, metal objects carry strong frequencies, so things like jewelry and keys are ideal."

The thin professor paused briefly letting the students exchange objects. She watched the class through her huge glasses which magnified her eyes, making her look almost like an insect.

Having never broken his gaze with Harara, and still not willing to, without a word, Draco unclasped the silver chain tucked beneath his white collar shirt, and handed it to Harara, letting their finger tips touch and linger for a short while, sending sparks of electricity through the both of them.

Harara admired the serpent pendant that appeared to be white gold, and had an emerald for an eye dangling from the thin chain, then focused back on Draco.

"It's beautiful."

The Slytherin gave her a sincere smile, and held her gaze as Professor Trelawney began giving them instructions.

"Readers, hold the object in the hand that feels most comfortable to you...I do everything with my right hand, but use my left hand for all psychic work, as that links to right brain functioning, and feels natural to me. Energy always enters through the left side of the body and exits through the right... Now, relax and close your eyes. Take deep breaths in through the nose, and out through the mouth. Breathing deeply and rhythmically. Relaxing, grounding, and balancing your body......Now relax your mind. Don't push anything out of your mind, simply let everything slip away, achieving a state of allowed relaxed awareness......Now once your mind is totally relaxed, allow colors to enter into your mind's eye. Focus on any colors, shapes, images, scents, and impressions that my come to you, taking a mental note of them. Then when you are ready, open your eyes and try to interpret the images and symbols to the subject."

Holding the necklace in her hand, Harara's green eyes closed, and almost immediately the wispy voice of the professor floated away. She breathed deeply, allowing the sweet scented air to cleanse her body. She let her mind drift blank, and her thoughts sink into the dark solitude of the earth.......

Then focusing her mind, she drew energy up from the object held firmly in her hand. Instantly her mind drifted into a cloud of pink with thin black swirls. Images projected through the cloudy mist. She saw wide assortments of bows and colored paper, then the face of a woman with angled features. The black swirls began to grow slightly thicker, turning into a dark green, and then seemed to slightly seep into the pink clouds, turning them a silvery blue and purple. Harara could smell something burning, as new images were projected. A child climbing a twisted and knotted tree, scrapping his flesh along the way. Then the silvery blue and purple mist faded into black, the dark green swirls brightening and developing flecks of blood red. The face of a man, who she couldn't quite see stood near the twisted tree. The boy grew into a young man. He was scarred and bloody. Right as he crept nearer to the top of the tree the man on the ground kicked the trunk, making the climbing boy fall. Then the young man started to violently chop the tree down. The cloudy mist soon enveloped the images, and turned a solid color of grey before disappearing completely.

Two thin trails of tears streaked down her cheeks as Harara's eyes slowly opened. The entire room was quiet, and Draco was leaning forward looking at her with worry in his eyes.

"Are you ok?" he quietly asked.

She nodded her head, and began to take in the surroundings of the room.

"Where is everyone?"

Grey eyes stared into hers.

"You took so long meditating on my necklace that class ended. Trelawney said we could stay here until we finished our readings since this is the last class of the day."

Then looking deeper into her flashing green eyes he added, "Is everything alright? What did you see?"

Harara let her eyes flicker closed briefly, still grasping the necklace in her hand, and took a deep breath. She had had visions like this before, and now that she knew where his heart truly lies, she felt more captivated by him than ever.

Looking straight into his cool silver eyes, she began telling him about the vision, and interpreting the symbols for him. Draco was speechless as she correctly read him, telling him about how the necklace was a present from his mother, and telling him how he has been fighting an internal battle mainly focusing around his father and expectations to continue the so called honor of their family name. He felt as if he was completely exposed to her, and he wasn't sure if he liked that.

She stared intently into his eyes, and when he didn't respond she handed him back the necklace, dropping the pendant carefully into his palm, and letting the chain coil on top of it. Then sitting back in her chair she studied him carefully. His face was expressionless, and his grey eyes were completely unreadable.

"Can I trust you, Draco?"

Raising one eyebrow, he gave her a questioned, yet slightly mocking look.

"I'd think you'd know the answer to that since you seem to know so much about me and my life."

Harara sighed, knowing that it had probably made Draco uncomfortable to be correctly read, especially since she was keeping secrets from him. Reaching into her bag she withdrew a small circular leather case, and unzipped it. Very cautiously, she pulled out a circular mirror wrapped in a golden silk cloth, and handed it to Draco.

Looking down at the piece, he admired how intricate the flowered pattern of the metal frame was, and then gazed up at Harara.

"Ya know, this stuff never works for me. I usually just end up faking my essays in this class."

She smiled knowingly at him, and then sat up, grasping both his hands with the small mirror in between them, in hers. She looked deeply into his eyes, seeming like she could see his soul through them.

"I'll help you see, Draco......Close your eyes."

She watched his eyes drift closed, and then did the same. Taking deep and even breaths she began to let her mind swim into a blank state, surrounded by nothing but darkness. As her thoughts started to relax, she began focusing her energy. With each breath in she would draw energy up from the earth, and with each breath out she would focus her energies out through her hands, and into Draco's.

The blonde boy's mind was void of all thoughts, drifting in serene darkness. He felt his hands begin to tingle, and the warm sensation began working its way up his arms, when instantly his mind began to fog with a white mist. He could smell flowers, and the air seemed to be fresher than any he had ever breathed. Then an assortment of images began flashing through his head. It was like watching moving portrait scenes. He saw a beautiful nude creature with dark chocolate skin that had a slight green tinge, flowing olive green hair, bright green eyes, and pointed ears. Then there was a man with pale skin and dark hair, playing a wooden flute. The scenes started to flash in his minds eye. A baby. Laughing. Then he smelled something that was like chalky smoke, and the pictures starting flashing quicker. Blood. Fighting. Dirt. Loud drums. A smoking cauldron. Then a bright white light, followed by a snake shedding its skin.

In a snap, he opened his eyes, looking into Harara's green ones. He wasn't a psychic, but after having divination for a few years, he did know about interpreting visions.

Draco snatched his hands away. Placing the mirror on the table, he sat back in his chair, glaring at the green haired girl.

"What are you?"

Green eyes pooled into dark blue as Harara choked back the tears welling in her eyes.

"My father was a full blooded wizard from London, and my mother was half Elven and half Tree Nymph from Zambia. They both died in a surprise attack of war on our tribe when I was 8 years old."

Draco cringed and shut his eyes tight.

"You're not even human. You're like that....like that daft giant with his stupid monsters."

Not able to hold back her tears any longer, the Gryffindor rose out of her chair, and left the room, trying not to burst into a sobbing fit.

When she stepped off the ladder, and was safely out of Draco's sight, the tears began to flow in even streams down her face, as she mumbled to herself.

"I should have known better. How could I be so stupid? He'll probably tell everyone, and I'll be labeled The Slut of Hogwarts."

Her mind clouded in a swirling madness. She felt ashamed. Not ashamed of whom she is, but ashamed that she could still want Draco after hearing those hurtful words. Wet tears continued to streak across Harara's face as she silently thought.

'What the hell is wrong with me?! Am I in love? No! I haven't even known him for that long. Sure I'm attracted to him. Who wouldn't be attracted with that milky white skin and silver blue eyes that bear into your very soul...But love?' She shook her head trying to reassure her self. 'No, not with someone like Draco. What the fuck am I doing to myself? Why do I feel this way?!'

She dried her eyes using the black sleeve of her school robes, and continued down the path to Gryffindor Tower, trying desperately to think of anything besides Draco, but not succeeding.

"You're not even human. You're like that....like that daft giant with his stupid monsters." Draco's eyes flickered open, and immediately regretted saying those words as he watched a single tear run down Harara's flushed face.

When she had left the room, Draco slammed his fist down on the table with enough force to cause the small mirror lying upon it to jump and fall to the floor. Several thoughts crammed their way forcefully into his mind.

'What the fuck did she think she was doing trying to worm her way into my life without telling me she's not even human?! How could she let me get so close without telling me something so important? It would have been bad enough if she was a Mudblood, but not even being fully human is far worse than coming from a muggle family. What if my friends find out I slept with someone like her? What if my father found out? He'd surly kill us both.'

He shivered, and felt a tear slide down his face as he saw a mental image of his father cursing Harara with a flash of green light.

'No! I won't let him do that to her.........Wait! What am I thinking? She's not even human! Why should I care what he does to her? I should feel dirty that I let my dick get anywhere near her. In fact, I should tell my father that some slut nymph bewitched me, and help him kill her!'

Draco banged his fist on the table again, feeling his face flush with anger and hurt. He sighed deeply, knowing he could never do something like that to her, or even to anyone else...Well, maybe to Potter.

"Potter? Why did I just think of that git?......I wonder if Harara is going to run right into his arms after this.'

His face turned a deep shade of crimson, contorting with anger, and he felt a tinge of jealousy.

'Merlin! What the fuck is wrong with me?! She's a dirty half human! Why should I care if he fucks her?'

Draco knew deep within him that he did care. In fact he cared about it more than he has ever cared about anything before. His stomach twisted and turned, and he felt like vomiting at the very thought.

Resting his elbows on his knees, he put his fingers to his temples and gently massaged as he piered down at the floor. His eyes caught sight of Harara's small, round mirror. Bending over, he picked it up, and was happy to find that it hadn't broken.

He let his fingers trace the outline of the floral pattern, and exhaled heavily.

'Why is this so hard? Why can't I just shrug her off and push her away, out of my life and out of my mind? Why does she haunt me?...Why? Because I love her. That's why. Am I wrong about all I have believed my whole life?...... She's not dirty. She's beautiful, both outside and in. She's the only one who knows the real me. The only one who truly cares, or maybe now it should be "cared".'

He let his fingers trail around the pewter flowers once more before carefully wrapping it in his black handkerchief, and securing it safely in his knapsack.

'Will she ever speak to me again?'
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