A/N: This is a new D/G fic I'm working on. Enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter, because J.K. Rowling owns them. Also I don't own the song Paint It Black Vanessa Carlton owns that. Also the poem "Darkness" is based off my friend, Ryan's poem so don't copy.

I see a red door and I want it painted black

no colors anymore, I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they are painted black

with flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

like a new born baby it just happens every day Ginny Weasley walked down the Quidditch Pitch wearing a black prairie skirt and a white peasant shirt, over that, a gray pea coat. A knitted black ski cap was pulled over her flaming red curls. Stepped up on the bleachers looking for her seat. There was no match today but Ginny liked to sit out there and think. She walked up to it and surprisingly someone was there.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked him.

"Thinking, what does it look like?" He said looking up. He was Draco Malfloy. His silver/blond hair fell in his icy blue eyes. A cigarette was tipping out of his mouth.

"Your in my seat," Ginny said. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"*Your* seat?" He asked, with a smile.

"Yes and what do you have to think about?" Ginny asked, tugging a bit of red hair.

"Ah, my dear Weasel, my life is far more complicated than it appears." He said, staring out into the dreary day. "And you?" he asked.

"Whatever you got, I can top it." Ginny said as Draco moved a seat over.

"Go on." He said. Ginny sat down.

"Well, my father is getting remarried to a woman I've known my whole life and don't trust." Ginny sighed.

"That sucks." Draco said. Ginny grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it in her own.

"You shouldn't smoke," she said.

"But you can?" Draco asked smiling a little. She shrugged.

"I'm a hypocrite. So what's your problem?" Ginny asked, drawing on the cigarette. Draco pulled a letter out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Ginny. She unfolded it and read it: Dear Son, Our master has arranged it that you will be initiated at the end of the year. More information will follow. Lucious. "Does he mean You-Know-Who?" Ginny asked. Draco looked out into the Quidditch field.

"Unfortunately yes." He replied. Ginny looked surprised that he said 'unfortunately,' "Did you think I *wanted* to be a friggin' DEATHEATER!!??" He thundered. "Does everyone think I want to KILL people for a living?"

"Well what are we *supposed* to think?" She shot back. Draco's shoulders slumped.

"Whatever." He stood up and left. Ginny fell back in her seat.

Her life was spiraling out of control and she knew it. 'Its been like that ever since mom died- NO NO! It wasn't her fault!' She thought angrily. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks.

Draco watched from a distance. Ginny's shoulders shook violently. 'Why are you ALWAYS doing that! Making people MISERABLE!!' Draco shouted at himself. He spun around and walked away.

Ginny calmed herself down and wiped her eyes. She stood up and walked back to the school. She cast a quick look at her watch- dinnertime. She walked to the Great Hall. Food had already been served but she didn't care. She sat in her usual seat. Harry and Hermione were staring at each other as they ate. Ginny rolled her eyes. They were so in love.

"Hey, Ginny," Ron said. Ron had gone through a metamorphosis just the same after Mrs. Weasley died. His dyed his hair black and cut it shorter and it was usually spiked. He pierced his ear and looked much cuter and moodier. Lavender was sitting next to him, her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. Whatever." She answered. She had been pretty cold to everyone who loved her and she didn't care. She scooped some pasta onto her plate and ate it quietly. Next to her Harry whispered something into Hermione's ear and she giggled wildly. They got up and left the cafeteria in a hurry. Ginny rolled her eyes and returned to her food.

Draco watched Ginny from his side of the Great Hall. She seemed upset. Much like she always did these days. He had to say one thing about her though. The youngest Weasley had a fire that was inextinguishable. He liked that.

Ginny felt someone staring at her. She looked up and saw Draco staring at her. She blushed. Oddly enough he did too.

The next day went as normally as possible. Ginny woke up and got ready for class. She ate. She was silent. She didn't listen in class and wrote instead.

"Darkness," Ginny scrawled. "Darkness fills my world It shut my door No emotion No feeling Darkness deep inside Can't cry I wish I could fly far away from here-" Ginny finished writing one last line when McGonagall came over and grabbed it.

"What do we have here Miss Weasley?" She scanned the page. "Ginny, I'd like to talk to you after class." She whispered.

Ginny walked up to the teacher's desk after the lesson. "Yes, Professor?" She asked.

"Ginny, I'm worried about you." McGonagall said. Ginny frowned.

"Why is everyone *worried* about me?" She moaned. McGonagall looked surprised.

"Ginny, after your mothers." She seemed to struggle for a second, "Death, you've been reserved and very unlike yourself." Ginny felt hot tears spring to her eyes.

"No. I think this is exactly how I'm supposed to be." She said, before leaving the room. On her way out she bumped into someone.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" Draco asked, catching her. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against him. "Shhh. It'll be all right." She rocked her. "C'mon," he took her hand.

"What about your class?" She asked.

"I can afford to miss one," He assured her. "Do you want to talk?" He asked.

"No," She replied. "I'm tired." He nodded. He walked with her to the Gryffindor common room.

"Goodnight." She murmured. She muttered the password incoherently and stumbled into the common room half asleep. Draco walked into the Slytherin Dungeon in great thought.



A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!!! N E Ways. I'm warning you. this'll be a tearjerker.