A/N: Wow, I must admit, I'm shocked. Six whole reviews. Six whole reviews on my first chapter of this story. Wow. I'm so glad you guys liked the first chapter, I hadn't thought that it was very good. Anyway, to thank you guys for the reviews, I decided to update super quick, so here's the next chapter! R&R please!

Demon Kiss

Chapter 2

I never promised you miracles baby

I only wanted to be with you

Trying to get over it is making me crazy

I never thought you could be so cruel

What ever happened to the promises baby

We made each other that night

Trying to get over it is making me crazy

If love's an angel you're the devil's spice burning

Up and down in my spine.

-Next Stop Paradise

By The 69 Eyes

The sun was too bright; that was the first thing she noticed as she arrived at the Burrow that Sunday afternoon. It was one of those stereotypical sun-shine-and-blue-sky days that her mother was always doing cartwheels over. Especially when they fell on family gathering Sundays.

Ginny suppressed a sigh as she rounded the corner of the Burrow and approached the huge table placed outside on the lawn. She didn't really mind the family gathering thing, but after her scare the previous night she hadn't gotten much sleep. Her eyes were red and felt puffy, and she knew she looked terrible. Smiling was not on her list of priorities for the day, but she knew she would have to suck it up and keep face in front of her mother. God knows the woman had been nagging at Ginny to move back into the Burrow because 'she wasn't taking care of herself properly'.

To top it off, she definitely did not feel like explaining the appearance of a black rose on her pillow to her mother. Hell, she couldn't even admit to herself how much the little incident had rattled her. Not only because of the fact that someone managed to get past her security systems to put the rose there, but also because she knew what the rose meant; and that was what shook her to her core.

Fred was the first person to spot her as she neared the table. He grinned and waved at her from his position next to his young son, who seemed to find throwing Percy with eating utensils vastly amusing. Ginny had to bite down a giggle at that. Taking out Percy was still the family's favourite sport – next to Quidditch of course. George and Ron were having a competition to see who could turn a gnome the most different colours before it managed to swoop back into its hiding place, while Bill, Fleur and their daughter Cerise watched.

Charlie had informed them all that he couldn't make it that day, which was very odd – Weasleys never missed family Sundays – but Ginny guessed that he would be excused this one time. She had just taken a seat when her mom and dad, Hermione, Luna Lovegood and – holy fuck – Harry Potter came walking out from the kitchen.

Ginny groaned and beat her head against the table. Just what she needed. The-Boy-Who-Left-Her-At-The-Altar. And he had the audacity to be prancing around with a person who had been one of her closest friends.

"You ok Gin?" Bill asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"No Bill, I'm not fucking ok. What the fuck is he doing here?" Ginny glared up at her brother, not caring that she was swearing profusely in front of her siblings' children.

Bill shrugged uncomfortably. "You know Mom, Gin, she misses Harry. Always said he was like another son to her."

"He's not her fucking son." Ginny grumbled beneath her breath. "I don't want him here, Bill. I don't want to see him at all – not after what he did to me."

"I know Gin-bug, I know." Bill rubbed her shoulders affectionately. "But Ron misses having him around as well."

The words had barely left his mouth when Ron headed over to hug his best friend and kiss Hermione, giving Luna an affectionate hug.

"I'm leaving." Ginny declared, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "Mom and Dad haven't even noticed me yet. Just tell them I had some work to do…or something."

Fred and George had wandered over to them, and were just about to forcibly restrain their only sister from running off when Molly spotted her daughter.

"Ginny darling!" Molly called. "I'm so glad you're here." Molly Weasley did not appear to have aged one bit, except perhaps for the fact that her hair was sprinkled with a little more grey. She had become, however, even more like a mother hen as the years had passed. Having nearly lost Percy during Ginny's fourth year, she seemed to have decided that her children needed even more mothering, and although Ginny understood – and was grateful for the fact that she was blessed with such love – it became greatly annoying at times.

Taking a deep breath, Ginny turned around with a tight smile on her face. "Of course I'd be here Mom."

He's proposed to her on Christmas day exactly one year after she graduated. One year after the fall of Voldemort and the destruction of his Death Eaters. He'd accompanied her to the Burrow's kitchen to fetch more hot chocolate after everyone opened their presents, and had suddenly and unexpectedly dropped to one knee.

The ring had been beautiful, and Ginny had been so certain that just like the diamond on the ring, her and Harry's relationship would last forever. She had never been sure whether she truly was in love with The-Boy-Who-Lived when they started dating after her graduation, for there was always the shadow of the Other One with her, but on that day she convinced herself that she truly did love him. After all, he was her first great love, wasn't he?

They were to be married in the spring, but when the great day came, Harry never showed. He didn't even send her a note to explain. Now, almost four years later he turned up at her family's gathering with his new girlfriend as if nothing had ever happened. Ginny felt like smashing something – preferably Harry's face – into a million pieces. She wasn't in love with him anymore, but it still hurt that he could just pack up and leave without saying a word, and then to add insult to injury, never speak to her again.

Until he stood in front of her in the Weasley kitchen, that was.

"Look Ginny - " He stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his green eyes staring at her pleadingly from behind his glasses.

"No Harry, I don't want to hear it. You haven't spoken to me in nearly four years, what could you possibly have to say now?" Ginny shook her head and gripped the pot she was carrying tighter. "You made your choice, now fuck off out of my life."

"I didn't mean for it to happen that way Gin." He tried to put a hand on her arm, but she stepped back to avoid his touch.

"Whatever Harry. Just take Luna and leave, I don't want you here." She started towards the door, ignoring the piteous look he was giving her. He tried to say something more, but Ginny cut him off again. "I said I don't want to hear it. Goodbye Harry."

She threw her bag down on the coffee table in her living room before flopping down on the couch. She felt exhausted after her day with the family – and Harry fucking Potter. And to think that she had actually wanted to be Mrs. Harry Potter at a stage. She snorted and kicked off her shoes, leaning her head back against the arm rest. She loved sprawling on her couch, one arm hooked over the back, the other lying on her stomach and her legs all over the place. From her vantage point her eyes suddenly fell on the single black rose standing on the mantle of her fireplace. She groaned and closed her eyes, wishing that she had tossed the rose out the previous night like she should have. She had stood in front of the dustbin for half and hour, the rose clutched in her hand, trying to decide whether to throw it away or not. In the end she had decided to keep it, not because she particularly wanted to, but more seeing that she seemed to have some strange reluctance to let it go.

Yes, he was back, she knew that, if only she could keep her stomach from doing flip-flops every time she thought of him having been in her bedroom. It wasn't fear – or at least, not only fear – that caused her reaction, and she hated herself for it. The return of The-Boy-Who-Is-An-Insufferable-Git was nothing compared to the return of Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Right, there's chapter two. I know it's not particularly good, or very dark, but it had to be written in order to set the scene for what will follow. I hope there isn't too many typos or spelling mistakes since it was written late at night and I didn't have the time or the strength to edit it. Let me know what you think by reviewing! Thanks again to all of you that have already reviewed!

Corpus Nocte,

Katyla

Helldarkangel1: Yes, you do get black roses, although they aren't pure black. They are a very deep purplish-blackish red. It can be a bit hard to get a hold of, but maybe try at your local florist?

Matchbook Romance: I'm glad you're in the mood for a dark fic, because I'm in the mood to write one!

MissSalome: Of course it's a Draco/Ginny fic. Wouldn't have it any other way!

Allychik6: Thanks! I was a bit worried that my descriptions weren't all that good.

Power of the stars:Glad you're intrigued; hope you like the rest of the story!

Fearlessfreak: That's why it's a Draco/Ginny fic ;)