So I'm back and I'm re-writing another one of my stories!! Woohoo!! Lol I've just been on this story madness and I can't stop. So, my immortal is getting re-written. I hope ya'll enjoy because this was one of my favorites…Enjoy!!

My Immortal

Chapter One: Who Am I?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!

Summary: A meeting one night between Draco and Ginny have them thinking about each other more fifth year, but nothing that happened in the book will happen here. I hope ya'll enjoy.

"The most forbidden love is the love that is the strongest felt." Amber Mangus

It was freezing out, a chill racing through the air and Draco quickly wrapped his cloak tighter around himself. The moon stood high above the night, majestically among the beauty of the sparkling starts. They created a silhouette on the frost felt ground. Draco leaned with his back to the bark of his favorite tree, trying to ignore the antagonists of the world. All he wished to do was shut his eyes and feel what it felt like to be completely free of all burden. To be able to walk through the castle without curious eyes following him and without whispers in his departure from a room. That's all he really ever wanted, was to be treated as someone who wouldn't turn out to be his father. But, that was his destiny and Draco understood that. He would be the murder his father wanted and he would do anything in his power to make his father proud. That was his place in the world.

Letting his eyes search the castle, Draco wished he didn't have to come back to this hell every year. He saw the way people looked at it, like it was a sanctuary, but to him it was a nightmare. For at the end, when he departed from this hell, he would enter another one. One ten times worse. But, it wasn't about sanctuary. It was a bout choosing a side and Draco chose his side. It wasn't like Potter and Weasel would welcome him with open arms into their precious fight against the Dark Lord. Not that he wanted the bastards to. They would be the first to succumb when Draco carried out his plan.

They had it so easy. Potter had always been worshiped. A hero in the eyes of his peers. What sort of torment had he known in his lifetime? Yes, he had lost his parents to the fight, but better to lose parents that loved you then to have ones that didn't. In the end, Potter would go down fighting and for that Draco hated him. Everything about Potter reeked of glory and fame. What a bastard.

Another burst of cold air swept over him and Draco stood. A letter from his father would be arriving soon and he wouldn't miss it.

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Quickly Ginny ran out of the Common room and down the corridor. She couldn't take it any more, all the secrets all the lies. No one trusted her with anything, and she was tired of being left out. She was tired of walking into a room, and everyone would go silent, waiting for her to leave. Bursting out of the doors, she ran quickly across the grounds towards the lake.

Picking up a few rocks, she tossed them with all of her might into the calm waters. All she ever really wanted was to be free of all the burdens her family put upon her. She loved her family and friends with all her might, but sometimes she felt like a shadow in their presence. Not to mention the way Ron was always treating her like she was a kid. Ginny could talk being ignored, but she couldn't take being talked to like she was two!

"Bloody git of a brother.. How dare he boss me around like a bloody two year old. I'll show him!" Ginny softly murmured to herself. Picking up another rock she brought her arm back to throw it, when she heard as twig snap behind her.

"Weasley." The voice was cold, dripping with venom, and Ginny knew exactly who it was. Holding the rock tighter in her hand, she slowly turned, coming face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy. As if this night couldn't get any better.

"Go away ferret." Turning back to the lake, Ginny hoped that Draco Malfoy would for once just turn and walk away, but as she heard his sneer, Ginny knew that he would never leave her alone. She was too tired to fight tonight. She was tired of fighting, she just wanted to curl up in a shell, where she didn't have to deal with the world, especially Draco Malfoy.

"Now Weasle, why would I do that? Especially when you're such an easy target. So, your brother treating you like the filth you are?" Picking up another rock, Ginny held it tight between her fingers.

"Say what you wish Malfoy, but I'm not in the mood to exchange insults with someone who isn't even worth my time." Letting the rock fall to the ground, Ginny turned to walk back up to the castle, when she felt a cold hand grab her shoulder. Turning to face Malfoy, Ginny tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp, but it was useless.

"Now Weasle, didn't your mother teach you to have respect for you betters? Seeing as about have the population of the Wisarding world is your better? Now, respect should be given to those who deserve it." He wasn't going to leave without a fight, so Ginny was going to give him one. Grasping his hand with hers, her eyes now blazing with fury, she yanked it away.

"What gives you the right to even think you can put your hand on me?! I may not have your money, clothes, or fucking mansion, but I have more than you'll ever have. I have a mum and dad who love me, friends who care about me, and most of all I don't fight for a murder! Run back and play with your death eater friends Malfoy, because you're never going to amount to anything else. And don't you ever put your hands back on me, I can't even stand to look at you much less touch you! You're scum, and you make me sick!" Malfoy's face was red and his breathing was hard, but Ginny didn't back down. She stood matching his cold stare, ready to take anything that he threw at her. It seemed that he wasn't going to say anything, so Ginny turned to walk back up to the castle, when she felt hands on her shoulders. Before she knew what was going on, Malfoy had picked her up, one hand behind her head and the other behind her knees. Too shocked to reacted, Ginny just laid in his arms still as a stone. The next thing she knew, she felt her body being engulfed by a freezing cold. Opening her eyes, gasping, she sat in the lake dripping from head to two. Starring at him through her soaked hair, she saw his all too familiar smirk.

"You think you're so clever Weasle, that you know everything. You say I'm scum for choosing to be a death eater, but at least I've chosen a side. I know who I am, where I stand, do you? I see you following your brother and his friends, but you don't fit in. You're just little Ginny Weasley, the person too pathetic to find herself some real friends, or the little red head who is scared of her own shadow. Who are you, Weasel?" Ginny sat, too shocked to speak. Watching Malfoy walk away, she just sat in the lake thinking about what he said.

Finally, she pulled herself out of the muddy water, dripping wet, but that was the least of her problems. As she made her way back to the Castle, she couldn't help replay Malfoy's question over and over again. Stopping at the front doors, she let her fingers linger on the handle repeating the same question in her head. Who am I?

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Draco sat at breakfast the next morning, trying not to think about what the youngest Weasley had said to him. What did she know anyway? She had never lived one day in his life, she didn't have to put up with his father. Scanning across the Gryffindor table, his eyes found the unmistakable red hair and freckles of Ginny Weasley. She sat, her eyes down cast, picking at a piece of toast. She looked how he felt, confused and annoyed. He didn't know exactly how she did it, but she managed some how to look innocent all of these years. Most girls grew out of their innocent smiles and large innocent eyes, but she didn't. If he didn't know her or that she was a Weasley, he might almost feel sorry for her. Almost. Large brown eyes locked with his, and they stared at each other, neither one wanted to break the contact. It was as if they were trying to understand each other, seeing what made the other one tick.

"If I didn't know you better Draco, I'd say you were having a staring contest with the Weaslette." Pulling his eyes for hers, Draco nodded his head towards his friend Blaise.

"Good thing you know me better." Blaise sat next to Draco, and grinned.

"Wouldn't it be the funniest thing, a Malfoy and a Weasley!" Blaise demonstrated a shocked expression, by bringing both hands to his face and making his mouth a huge O. Draco couldn't help but grin at his best friend's behavior.

"I wouldn't say funniest, but disturbing yes." Shrugging his shoulders Blaise turned back to his food and Draco was about to do the same thing when he heard a shrill voice calling his name.

"Oh! Draco I was so worried about you! You didn't come in last night, and I didn't see you this morning!" Pansy placed a hand over her heart, in an over dramatic gesture. Draco rolled his eyes, and was about to tell her to go away, when a voice drew his attention across the Great Hall along with everyone else's. A very red Ginny and Ron stood yelling at each other.

"Ronald if I wish to go swimming in the middle of the night, it isn't any of your business! I don't bug you, Harry, or Hermione about what you talk about do I?" Draco watched as Ron's face grew even redder.

"You.. I .. You ..," A bunch of Slytherines snickered at the red head.

"No I don't, so just mind your own business!" With that Ginny stormed out of the Great Hall leaving Ron embarrassed and confused.

"I tell you one thing mate, she has a temper as fiery as that red hair of hers." Draco nodded his head in agreement, and turned his attention to the doors she had just run out of. There was a lot of things he didn't know about the littlest Weasley.

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She was pure evil, and Ginny knew it. Ron had just asked her a simple question and she had gone off on him like he had read her diary and placed it in the Daily Prophet. Not to mention on top of everything else Potions with Snape was horrible! Usually she did well and paid attention, but not today. She had been to preoccupied thinking about what Malfoy had said to her. So when Snape had asked her to tell him what the proper ingredient was for the sleep drought, she had drew a blank. Malfoy was the one to blame for her behavior. Ever since their conversation she couldn't stop thinking about what he had said to her. How dare he try to act like he knew her? He didn't even know one thing about her. Then why did the little voice in the back of her head keep telling her he was right? Shaking her head, Ginny started the climb to Gryffindor Tower. It was time for her to apologize, and most of all time for her to get Draco Malfoy out of her head.

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