Taking Over Me

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"You will always have a first love, and a first heartbreak." A.M.

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Chapter Two: Tom and the Closet

"Draco, don't you want to come down to dinner with me?" Draco groaned as Pansy gave him a pair of repulsive puppy dog eyes. They actually did make her look like a pig. Sighing, he gave up telling the idiot no. She was like a fly; something you couldn't get rid of unless you kill it. Draco couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Pansy in the middle of a high end table, an apple in her mouth.

"What's so funny Draco?" Rolling his eyes, Draco walked into the Great Hall, searching for Blaise. Finally spotting him, Draco made his way over and sat down. Grabbing a roll, he took a bite trying to ignore all of Pansy's comments. It was going to be a long night.

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"Hermione, do you think I'm pathetic?" Looking up from her book, Hermione shot Ginny a surprised look. Ever since dinner, the young redhead had been acting quite odd. Placing her bookmark inside, she snapped the book shut.

"Ginny, you're a lot of things: headstrong, stubborn, bubbly, but pathetic isn't one of them. Trust me. Why do you ask?" Ginny gave a small shrug and turned her full attention to the large bay window in the Common Room.

"I'm not really sure, it was just a question. I mean, you don't think I follow you, Ron, and Harry around all the time?" Asked Ginny, watching the rain hit the window. Getting up, Hermione sat by Ginny on the couch. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a gesture of comfort, Hermione peered outside the window. A slight wind had picked up, stirring the drizzling rain around until it rasped against the window.

"Ginny, what's gotten into you? I mean, we're all friends you know. We all hang around with each other. There's no following." Hermione said, watching as Ginny stood pacing around the Common Room.

"Ugh, I don't know! It's all his fault! I was fine until he had to go and put questions into my head! I mean, not that his opinion should mean this much, but it does and I don't know why! Now I don't know what to think and I can't help but begin to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was right!" Taken back by Ginny's quick words, Hermione just stared shock.

"Ginny, who put questions in your head?" Sighing frustrated, Ginny plopped back down on the couch.

"Yesterday night, after Ron and I had the fight, I went outside to clear my head. I had a confrontation with the amazing bouncing ferret himself. Well, we of course got into it and he said things that…that are just…just so…true." Curious, Hermione sat beside Ginny.

"Gin, it's Malfoy! Of course he's going to put things in your head. That's what he and his father are good at. Wiggling around until they find all the little cracks in your shell. You just have to learn to ignore them and you'll be fine." Ginny gave Hermione a weak smile and stood.

"Thanks." Hermione watched as Ginny walked towards the Common Room entrance.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked as Ginny turned smiling.

"I left my potion book in the dungeon and I have a report due. I have to get down there before curfew, or I may get kidnapped. Don't worry though, if anyone tries to kidnap me, they'll have another thing coming!" Laughing, Hermione watched as Ginny crawled through the hole. Even though she felt a little reluctant about letting Ginny go alone, she quickly pushed the thought aside. Ginny was growing up and she could take care of herself.

"Ginny, how in the hell do you talk yourself into stuff like this?!" Ginny was walking down the dungeon towards the potion room and she had the oddest feeling that she was being watched. Picking up her pace, Ginny walked passed the many portraits that lined the walls. Each one had a picture of a witch or warlock that watched you with judging eyes. Turning her attention away from them, Ginny focused on the stones in front of her. Was it her or did the dungeon seem extra creepy at night? One of the portraits screamed, catching Ginny off guard. No, it was defiantly creepier at night. After what seemed like ages, Ginny finally reached the Potions Room. Knocking on the cold, steal door, she couldn't help but shiver when she heard Professors Snape cold voice. Opening the doors she was greeted by the smell of frogs, mucky swamp water and of course the smoky air.

"Is their something I can do for you Ms. Weasley?" Snape was standing by a closet in the far back and it took Ginny a moment to find him.

"I was just coming by to pick up my potion book, Professor." Snape walked to his desk picking up a folder of papers, almost completely ignoring her.

"It will be in the back cabinet Mrs. Weasley. That's where I put all the books left. I advise you next time to be more responsible. I will be stepping out for a moment to bring these papers to the Headmaster and I will expect you to be gone when I get back. Is that clear Mrs. Weasley?" He didn't even look up from the papers he was gathering.

"Crystal, sir." His cold eyes met hers as he walked to the door.

"Sarcasm is not something I am fond of Mrs. Weasley. The last thing this school needs is another one of your brothers running around." On that note, Snape walked out of the door, closing it with a snap. Ginny stood alone in the room, feeling small for the first time. With everyone in it, the room seemed to be small, but with no one, the room was bigger than she would have ever imagined. Feeling a chill run up her spine, Ginny quickly made her way back to the cabinet, pulling out her potions book. Turning to leave, a small light caught Ginny's attention. It was coming from one of the closets. Curiosity wasn't one of her easiest virtues to deny, as Ginny felt herself walking closer to the closet. Reaching the door, she looked around herself making sure she was alone. Slowly she opened the closet and took a step forward. That's when it happened, the worst thing that could ever happen. Ginny felt herself tripping over the edge of a cobble stone that had been up placed and falling face first into the closet. The door gently snapped closed behind herself, as Ginny was left in the darkness. Looking around herself in a panic, Ginny saw the small light lying on the ground. Gently she picked it up reveling it as nothing more than a piece of glass that had reflected the light. Great, so Ginny had risked an injury for nothing more than a piece of glass! Laughing at herself, Ginny stood and reached for the knob. Grasping it, she turned and pushed; nothing happened. Trying again, panic started rising in her stomach as the door stood, solid as stone. Pushing with all her might, Ginny reached for her wand. Not feeling anything, Ginny realized she must have left it back in the Common Room. Laying her forehead against the wood of the door, Ginny groaned. The worst part of this whole thing wasn't being locked in the closet, it was that this was how Professor Snape was going to find her. Yep, he was going to accuse her of snooping, take house points away, and give her detention. Not to mention that the dark brought back memories that Ginny couldn't handle. Memories of a monster she had locked away so many years ago.

Ginny started banging on the doors, hoping that someone would hear her. Anyone. She needed to be free, the walls felt as if they were closing in on her. It was like he was closing in on her. Breathing harder, she kept banging, not able to calm her racing heart. Closing her eyes all she saw was his face and it scared her more than anything.

"Go away Tom…." Ginny said in a whisper.

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"You're scum, and you make me sick… You're scum and you make me sick…." No matter how hard he tried he couldn't keep her words from creeping their way back into his mind. He didn't know why it mattered what she said, for her brothers had said the same thing to him from day one. Their was something about them that… that made them sound so.. He didn't know. All he knew was that the little Weaslette always crept her way back into his mind. She had this way of saying things, a way that would make them stick with you.
Shaking his head, Draco walked along the corridor. It was dark and eerie just like his dreams. Turning towards the Common Room, he walked past the Potions Room and that's when he heard it, a soft whimper. Holding his head closer to the door, he heard loud shouting and banging. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sound of a soft voice, crying. Walking into the room, the banging stopped. Stepping in a little more, Draco strained his ears, listening.

"Go Away Tom…." Draco turned towards a closet, where the voice sounded like it was coming from. Inching closer, Draco slowly grasped the knob and gave a soft tug. Light spilled into the deep closet and Draco came face to face with a very distraught Ginny Weasley. Her legs were tucked under her and her hands were holding her head. He stood there, looking into her deep brown eyes, too shocked to do anything. Ginny was the first one to react and what she did shocked him more than finding her in a closet in the dungeons. Warm arms wrapped around his neck and a light weight laid on his shoulder. Ginny Weasley, his sworn enemy was hugging him. Before he had a chance to react, a soft grunt brought both of their heads up. Standing in the door way was a very amused Professor Snape.

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If you would have told Ginny Weasley a week ago that she would be hugging Draco Malfoy in the Potions Lab, with Professor Snape watching, she would have laughed you off the face of the earth. But somehow, it was happening to her. Glancing up at Malfoy, she saw him looking at Professor Snape with a look of horror on his face. Glancing at Professor Snape she saw an amused glint in his eyes and she groaned inward. Looking up, she realized that her arms were still around Malfoy's neck, but the weirdest part was that Draco Malfoy's hands were wrapped around her waist. Quickly she pulled out of his grasp and stepped a good three feet away from him.

"Well, the last thing I expected to see when I walked into my office, was two students hugging. Especially a Malfoy and a Weasley. Which one would like to explain first?" Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Draco cut her off.

"Professor, I was just walking by and the she-Weasle launched herself on me!" Ginny's mouth hit the floor, as she looked at Malfoy with a look of pure evil.

"I did not launch myself at you! You stupid, evil, selfish, git of a person…" Ginny was about to give Malfoy a good piece of her mind, but Professor Snape interrupted.

"That will be enough from you Mrs. Weasley. Forty house points and a week of detention for being caught out after curfew," Ginny eyes blazed with fiery, and Malfoy snickered. Professor Snape turned his attention to Malfoy, " As for you Mr. Malfoy, forty house points and a week of detention also. Now you two better get up to your OWN Common Rooms and try to stay out of trouble. I'll see you both next Monday." As quick as she could, Ginny dashed out of the potions room. Oh, why did she have to hug him? Racing up the stairs, Ginny suddenly stopped and burst into a fit of giggles. Her potion book laid in the middle of the damn closet. So much for finishing her report on time.

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