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A/N: So second chapter up!!!! I got great reviews which I admit I am so damn happy about. It's so encouraging when I get good reviews. Yayness lets all like cheer or something…… go on!! CHEER!!... nah you don't have to if you don't want to…. It's ok…. Anyway I'll let you read on . I get over excited.

Draco sat in silence. He couldn't believe his father had made him come back and finish.

FLASHBACK

"Make it believable Draco"

"But father what is the point? Why bother when after I finish I'm just going to follow orders from the Dark Lord?"

"Because in doing this, people won't suspect anything of you. Imagine what they will think if you suddenly don't turn up for you're last year at Hogwarts. Potter will figure it out, he's not stupid and neither is Dumbledore, to say the least".

Lucius Malfoy gave his son one last look before leaving Draco to tend to his fresh wounds. Tonight, he had questioned his father, resulting in an even worse beating then every other night, in which he didn't even have to say anything, before his father would take him to his room and beat him.

Lotty appeared in front of Draco, with bandages in her arms. Draco let her tend to him, with no expression in his cold grey eyes or on his face. He said nothing when she bowed and disapparated from his room. He pulled out his little pocket knife from his draw beside his bed, and made a long incision into his left forearm. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath from his mouth, his bottom lip still swollen. He relaxed in the pain that flooded through his arm, just as the crimson liquid flowed out of the cut made by that knife. He covered it with the padding Lotty had left for him, then drifted off to sleep.

Only one. That was all that was needed, for now.

END FLASHBACK

Draco glanced over at Crabbe and Goyle, who were reading comics. Looking over at Blaise, he suppressed rolling his eyes at the site of him. Blaise was looking hungrily at the way Pansy was licking her lips at him. Pathetic really.

Soon he thought.

It wasn't until he felt Pansy's cold bony hand touch his left thigh and slowly start rising toward his crotch that he made movement. He grabbed her cold hand and slapped it back on her own thigh.

Draco quickly glanced at the door as he saw a mane of red hair go past. He watched as Ginny Weasley walked past. He locked eyes with her and was left watching the same spot where she vanished further down the corridor.

He was sure the others realised that he had stood up, but they hadn't moved, because he hadn't given them a signal to stand and follow.

Draco walked out of the compartment, and looked to his left. He saw a head of red hair walk into a compartment further down. On curiosity, he walked towards it, while listening to her slide the door shut. He went to the door and peeped in. Seeing the red head sit down, then briefly arch her back, he stood and waited for the right time to walk in. He was about to when he saw her pull out a little book, then seeing her start to write in it, had to chance a hint of a grin forming on his lips, realising it was a diary.

He waited a minute before slowly and quietly sliding open the door. It looked as though she was intently focused on her writing, because she didn't notice. He smiled to himself. Slowly walking in, he closed the door behind him, pulling down the blind. Sitting down he noticed that her trunk wasn't in the carriage with her.

She still hadn't noticed him, therefore he decided to simply sit and watch the little witch write.

Draco Malfoy sat with elegance and grace. He noticed the way her shoulder length straight red hair fell around her face, as she had her head bent down in concentration. Her left leg was crossed over the other, her school skirt finishing just below her knees, white socks going half way up her shin. He smirked when he saw her tattered shoes. He saw the way her left hand held the book while the other held the pen; saw the way her nails were cut, the way her hand held the pen and the way it moved. He was in 7th year, she in 6th. She was sixteen and she had grown a lot since he saw her for the first time in his 2nd year.

He watched her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed, letting his eyes roam her chest, her legs, her middle. He noted how she had gained more curves, presenting herself to be more feminine then he dared to remember.

He smiled to himself when he saw the tip of her tongue protruding from her lips, then his smile faded as he looked more carefully at her mouth. He saw her pink lips, just right. Saw her tongue was more of a dark pink when she licked her lips, wetting them. He felt himself almost entranced with her. When he had seen her, he never really looked at her, not really wanting to.

He saw the shape of her legs, imagined what was under her skirt, seeing her middle, and further up. He felt heat rise up from inside, and mentally kicked himself for thinking such thoughts. Finally, she closed her book, and put it in a pocket in the front of her skirt.

Ginny gasped with shock as she saw who was right in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at her enemy. She was momentarily frightened when she realised he had pulled down the blind, but regained her composure quickly. She saw him smirk and quickly felt her cheeks grow hot.

"Malfoy" She said.

"Weasley".

"May I inquire as to why you have followed me into this compartment?" She asked, folding her hand on her lap.

He saw that she wasn't afraid of him, which, for some reason, pleased him.

"No, you may not" he replied, copying her movements.

"So you're here to annoy me then?" She looked directly into his eyes, watching them twinkle with amusement.

"Maybe"

His short answers only annoyed her more, and he knew it. He smirked, watching her anger grow.

"Shouldn't you be fucking you're girlfriend right now?"

"Shouldn't you be drooling over Potter right about now?"

She glared at the platinum blonde haired boy.

Ginny's mood didn't get any better in the knowledge that Draco found amusement in taunting her.

He loved the way her cheeks grew pink in her frustration. Wait, no he didn't. What was he thinking? But then again, why not? They were just thoughts, nothing more. He wanted to touch her cheeks, but resisted the urge, knowing what impression that would make.

She saw the way he was looking at her cheeks, and blushed. For the first time she took the opportunity to study him. He had gotten over the habit of slicking his hair back, and it fell around his face, some strands falling in his eyes. His cold grey eyes revealing nothing.

"Are you staring at me Weasley?"

"Only wondering why you're staring at me"

He smirked again, then stood up. Ginny rose, thinking he was going to leave. Her hopes rose, only to sink back down again when he sat next to her. She slid away from him, into the wall, where she could go no further.

"Get away, I'll jinx you!" She rose her wand, ready for him to come closer, having already picked out a curse.

Draco moved closer, but still she did not curse him. He smiled to himself, well, kind of.

Oh god, what's he going to do?

"You're not going to hurt me Weasley"

Draco couldn't even register what he was doing, but right now, he didn't care what was going on. He didn't even care when he raised hid hand and touched her hair.

She blushed once more, aware of the butterflies she was getting in her stomach. She held her breath.

No. She thought. No, this isn't happening. He's the enemy. This is wrong. This is bad, I have to get away, now. She tried to stand, only to have him pull her back down. No, I have to get away!!

He touched her, slowly and gently. She closed her eyes and tried not to feel and think.

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