SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1                                   Rose red and the sliver Dragon

Summary: after many years of uncontrollable fighting, Ginny sees what life is like for Draco. They slowly become closer, and realize that the one person that will bring them happiness was in front of them.

Chapter one: Losing the Innocence

Run, run, run, run. Keep going, must keep going. They are coming; I can't let them find me. Oh please help me, don't let them take me away. What's happening? I'm falling into the darkness…no…don't let them get me…

Brown eyes blinked continuously into the darkness that was swallowing her up. Slowly, the dark familiar room in the burrow came into a hazy focus but as she tossed, she realized she actually was falling. Bang! Ginny Weasley opened her eyes and saw the dark oak floor of her bedroom and realized she was spread across it. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up and cringed as she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. She let her hand linger up her smooth arm and gently stroke it until the pain had faded. Why am I on the floor? She thought in her head, and with a large sigh, stood up. Her legs were oddly shaky, and as she sat back on her bed, she remembered the horrid dream that had caused her to fall from her bed.

Lately, it seemed as her nightmares were actually happening. They felt so real she thought one night she would fall asleep and never see the sun rise again. Pausing, only briefly, she tried to remember what he dream was about, but only remembering the dead end of it. Running. Why was she running? No, the question was whom she was running from. Slowly, she lay back down, and silently decided that her thoughts would have to wait until the morning time. Tomorrow was September 1st and the excitement of starting her 6th year of Hogwarts was fluttering around in her stomach as though some one had released thousands of butterflies and they were trying to escape. As her eyes closed, her thoughts left her and she felt the weight of her nervousness being lifted off of her, little did she know miles away lay a boy, his gray eyes piercing into the nights sky.

 Slytherin king…future Death Eater…a Malfoy…why am I such a wimp? These thoughts were flashing through Dracos mind as his eyes looked over the large acres of the Malfoy property. The dark forest that was near the Malfoy home seemed to absolutely glow in the moons light even though it was nearing morning. Sitting on the ledge of his window, Draco pulled his long, slender legs towards his body. He sat there, for a moment, rocking back and forth humming a quiet song to himself until he stopped with a look of disgust on his face. "Why am I here?" He asked out loud. Receiving no answer, he gave up and ran a large hand through his platinum blonde hair. He always hated his blonde locks, but it was almost like his trademark. His blonde hair made him known as a Malfoy, and he loved the scared expression he would get at school from the young students that attended Hogwarts school of Witch craft and Wizardry. They knew who he was before he even mentioned his name. Letting a smooth grin appear on his face, he leaned back and closed his eyes momentarily. Suddenly, he opened them, his long eyelashes fluttering.

Why was it so quiet? He knew what was happening when things were quiet… As he slowly stood up, he tried to walk as hushed as possible, but still his hard wood floor made the odd creek and crack. He pulled up his black silk boxers that he had been wearing for bedtime. He had no shirt on so his well toned body showed. Over the summer, he had worked his body to the max. He wanted to make sure he was fit well for his final year of Hogwarts, and he wanted to make sure Slytherin won the Quidditch cup and beat the Gryffindors once and for all. He slowly made his way over to his large chamber door and with one smooth tug opened it widely. Stepping out into the hallway of the manor, he looked to his left. He saw nothing. Breathing heavily, he turned his head to the right. A small beam of light was shining from Lucius Malfoys bedroom. The door was barely ajar, but enough for the light to escape its walls.

He knew he had to go see if his father was all right, but he had barely enough courage in him to leave his bedroom. Slowly, he made his way towards the master bedroom, and when he was close enough, he could hear two male voices. "Yes, Master I know I have failed you, but I will get him one day but I need more time." Lucius Malfoys voice rang through Dracos mind. "You have failed me. You will be given more time, but if you disappoint me again, you will be severely punished." The shrill voice of the dark lord could be heard, and the blonde boy felt a shiver run through his spine. Shaking his head, he heard a small pop and then his fathers voice curse. For a moment, nothing could be heard until the door flew open and Draco was staring eye to eye with his father. "Were you eaves dropping?  Did you hear what he said?" His fathers voice had anger flying off of it and his gray eyes were on fire with the anger that what going through his body like an electric shock. "I-I didn't hear any-" Draco stammered and took a step back, but his father was too quick for him. He reached out and grabbed a hand full of Dracos blonde hair. Draco winced and felt his father pulling him towards the hidden door in his bedroom that would lead down to cold dungeon. The large door opened, and his father pushed him down the stairs. He landed at the bottom of them and he whimpered. A drip of blood fell from his lip onto the palm of his hand. Lucius walked up to him and directed a straight kick into his son's stomach. Grabbing Dracos arm, he pulled up the seventeen yet old boy, and dragged him to the wall of the dungeon. He raised Dracos arms and locked them to the hand cuffs on the wall. Draco slowly opened his eyes, and he realized what was going to happen. He begged his father to let him go, but Lucius merely laughed a high-pitched laugh that stung Dracos ears. Lucius stepped up to Draco, so close Draco could feel his fathers warm breath on his face. Draco closed his eyes tightly, and the last thing he heard was, "Don't worry my son, it will only hurt for a moment…" The unzipping of his fathers black trousers could be heard.  His innocence was being ripped from his.

Later that night, Draco awoke in his bed. He was lying on his silk black sheets and he stirred. Wincing, he felt a sharp pain run up all through his body and he instantly knew what happened. He sat up but yelped as he realized he could hardly sit. Standing up, he walked over to his mirror on his dresser. He looked at his swollen  lip and he felt a tear fall down his face. Wiping it away quickly, he felt the sting of the salty tear entering his wounded lip. Clenching his jaw, he raise his hands and covered his eyes. Tomorrow he would return back to school, and little did he know, his life would be change…forever.