Prologue

She walked away with tears sliding down her face.

"Why?" she asked, looking back at him.

He just shook his head and laughed.

"You really don't know, do you?" he sneered.

"I hate you!!! Do you hear me? I hate you!" she screamed.

"Really? That's not what you said last night. I just love the way you screamed out my name. 'Oh Tom! Oh Tom! Harder!'" he mocked her.

"You bastard! You know that I wasn't stupid enough to do that! Why do insist that we did?! You can try to manipulate me but it won't work. I know you too well. You…" she didn't finish her rant because Tom's mouth closed over hers.

He licked her lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. Her hands grabbed his robes and tried to force him away but he was persistent. She gave in. His tongue kept seeking entrance. She finally let him explore her. He was gentle and passionate. His hands went to her robes and began to unbutton them. He pushed her robes off her shoulders and slid his hand under her shirt. She gasped as he cupped her breast. She wanted to push him away because it wasn't right even if it felt so good.

'This isn't right! Stop now or you'll regret it later!' her mind screamed.

Her skirt hit the floor before she realised that it was gone. She never knew that she was naked in front of him. He placed his fingers inside her wet chasm. She convulsed when he hit one spot.

"Do you like that?" he asked, alluringly.

She moaned in answer. He smiled. He laid her on the floor and continued to kiss her. He thrust into her, making her cry out in pain. He started moving. He felt her relax and go with him.

She cried out in pleasure.

"Oh Tom! Harder!"

Back in her dormitory, a young redhead woke up screaming. It woke the whole house up and her dorm mates were peeved at her.

"Good Lord! Shut up, Ginny! What crawled in your bed? Or are you having nightmares again?" a girl named Carrie asked, slyly.

Ginevra just glared at the girl.

'How is it that she is in Gryffindor when she acts so much like a Slytherin?' she thought.

'Why is it that you're a Gryffindor when you act like such a Slytherin?' a little voice inside her head asked.

"Ginny? Ginny! Ginevra Weasley! What is wrong with you? You're spacing out. Are you okay?" Carrie asked.

"Huh? Oh! I'm fine, Carrie. Just thinking. Oh, and Carrie?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up! I don't need a bunch of people to know about my you-know-what!" she hissed.

"Jeez, I'm sorry! I didn't know that you were so touchy about the subject. I won't mention it again," she said.

"I'm not 'touchy' as you put it. You just don't realise how many people would make use of that information and make my life miserable."

"If you're okay now I suggest you go back to sleep. We have Potions first thing in the morning. You know how Professor Snape is if we don't pay attention. I don't really want him to give us detention. Again. You get into entirely too much trouble in his class," Carrie complained.

"I'm sorry that you get into trouble while I'm paying attention. I only get a detention when I don't get a question right. Professor Snape is quite lenient with me. Don't tell anyone I told you that. He'll probably skin me alive. If you wouldn't talk so much, you might not get into so much trouble and get so many detentions and points taken away. Heaven knows that you do that way too much," Ginevra said, scathingly.

Carrie just stuck her tongue out at her. Ginevra rolled her eyes and turned over, drawing the curtains shut. Carrie huffed and rolled over in her bed.

At breakfast, Hermione came up to Ginevra and sat next to her. Ginevra made a face at that gesture. It was common knowledge that she didn't like the 'Dream Team'.

"What do you want?" Ginevra snapped at her.

The older girl looked slightly put out at her tone.

"I just wanted to know what happened last night. Why do you dislike me? What did I do?" she asked.

"Granger, I don't 'dislike' you."

"You don't? Then why are you so cold?"

"I don't dislike you because I hate you. I don't want anything to do with you since you never had anything to do with me. You left me out of things. You thought that I was too young to understand what you were up to. I figured it out. You think I'm too naïve to understand or participate in anything. You left me alone so I'm leaving you alone!" Ginevra hissed.

On the other side of the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy was listening to what the little Gryffindor was saying to Granger.

"Why do you dislike me? What did I do?" she asked.

"Granger, I don't 'dislike' you."

'I thought the girl was brave for disliking her. Now I find out that she doesn't dislike her. What next?' he thought.

"I don't dislike you because I hate you," he heard her hiss.

'I thought she didn't hate anybody. Very interesting.'

He heard someone storm out of the Hall. He looked up and caught a flash of red. He got up and followed her out into the Entrance Hall.

As she left the Hall, Ginevra noticed that someone was following her. She stopped and turned around to tell the person off. However, when she turned around, she was looking directly into a pair of silver-grey eyes.

"Why are you following me Malfoy?" she snapped.

"I overheard your conversation with the Mudblood and I was wondering why you, as I quote, 'hate' her. You seem bitter this year. Very interesting, indeed," he commented.

"What I do is none of your business. Got it, Malfoy? You'll keep your rat-like nose to yourself if you know what's good for you," Ginevra stated.

"Ouch. That hurt. Right here," he placed a hand over his heart.

"Oh, like you have a heart. The day you have a heart is the day that I am declared the Queen of Slytherin. So shove it, Malfoy!" she snapped.

"That can be arranged, if you like. I happen to be the King of the Slytherin House. What do you say?" he asked.

"If I have to hang around you, then I would be lowering myself to get an honour that's quite high. You are way out of your league if you think you can get me," she said, just before walking away.

"Ouch! I knew the little vixen had teeth, but I didn't know that they were so sharp!" he whispered, watching her walk