Draco's P.O.V.

She walked out, as if nothing had changed between us, but I knew it had. My scars were unhealable. I tried, day after day, well at least the days after he whips me. Night and night again, he whips me, and I hate it.

On the carriage I was alone, no one wanted to bother me, at least until a week in. Except her. My eyes smile just thinking about her, she was the only person brave enough to do that, ever.

All during the feast I kept glancing over at her, and I was sure that either Pansy or Blaise noticed, and was sure that they would bring it up the moment they felt brave enough to talk to me.

I couldn't eat, the pain in my back was too much, and I left the moment Professor McGonagall had finished her speech. Time for bed, no, I couldn't. I had to do my duties. I sighed as I stood by Professor McGonagall, after everything that had happened, I was head boy.

I was shocked when I saw Ginny stroll up to stand next to me. She did a mock salute to Professor McGonagall, and we waited to be told our duties as head boy and girl.

'Draco, Ginny will be put into all of your classes, so make sure that she is going alright, and you both have to report every night after dinner, to start your rounds, and you finish at eight. Understood?' We both nodded before walking off to our private heads common room.

I immediately went up to my dormitory, enjoying the green and silver decoration, before plopping on the bed, clothes and all, and falling asleep.

The next morning I got up, and did a quick healing spell on my scars, they had opened again through the night, when they had scabbed over again I got dressed and walked as fast as I could, without hurting myself, to the Great Hall.

I sat down at the Slytherin table, the first one there, and started to eat my toast, before waiting patiently for Professor Slughorn to hand out my timetable.

First up I had potions, then DADA, it would be interesting to meet the new DADA teacher. I stood up, and made my way down to the dungeons, not needing to grab anything, for N.E.W.T level potions I would only need my wand, and my partner.

When I sat down at the back of the class, I found that Ginny was sitting next to me. God, she was in N.E.W.T level potions.

I concentrated on the board. Professor Slughorn had just written up the potion we would have to have on his desk by the end of the lesson and walked off.

'Do you understand any of that?' Whispered a soft voice beside me. I turned to see Ginny staring at the board, trying to understand some of the complicated instructions.

''Course I do.' I said, under my breath as we began to set up the cauldron. 'Don't you?' She shook her head.

'Well, first we just – here – let me just write it out for you.' I grabbed the exercise book that she had with her and started to write down the instructions as best I could.

Finally she understood, and we began to make the potion. It was just the drought of living death, with a few added touches that Ginny came up with at the last possible minute.

'Put ground lavender in.' She whispered to me just after I had put the infusion of wormwood in. Without a single question, I did, before finally wondering…

'Why?' I asked, almost forgetting to whisper.

'It will make sure that whoever drinks this has sweet dreams.' She said. I rolled my eyes, but was amazed at her natural capability with potions.

'Give me the mugwort.' She said, taking it from me when we were finally at the last instructions. I watched, fascinated, as she rolled the gnarled root in peppermint leaves, before gently putting it in the potion.

'And let me guess, that was so whoever drinks it will have fresh breath whenever they wake up?' I asked under my breath, as Professor Slughorn came by to signal that our time was up. We had just managed to finish.

'No, it's so they will live, even if they are never given the antidote.' I just shook my head in astonishment.

Professor Slughorn was amazed at what we had achieved. How could he not be? When he walked off, he made sure that he kept our flask separate, so he could test it first.

During break I couldn't help but stare across the lake at Ginny. Her red hair fell in soft waves to collect just past her shoulders, her brown eyes stared out of her pale face, and I have to admit the amount of freckles she has now has lessened from the amount she had when I first met her.

Then, it was DADA. The teacher was a woman; she was tall, with straight, jet-black hair that fell to her waist. Her name was Professor Natalie Crismon. She started off by seeing how good everyone was at their non-verbal spells, and was quite impressed, especially when Ginny got it, straight away.

I suppose that she knew Ginny had skipped her sixth year at Hogwarts, so she was understanding when she didn't know quite as many spells as everybody else. When lunchtime came, I almost escorted Ginny to the Great Hall. I had to stretch my back as hard as I could, so one of my welts opened, so I wouldn't.

I can't be saying this, but I think I like her. No, I cannot like her. She is a Weasley, yes, she is hot, and goddamn sexy, but, I am a Malfoy, our parents would kill each other.

For risk of putting my life in danger, no, I don't not like her. No, I don't just like her either. She is so goddamn hot, and sexy, I think… I think I love her.

I am sure that what I am feeling is the real stuff, it has to be. I have never felt this strongly before. I have to have her, she has to be mine.

A/N there you go, next chappie. Next one will be up soon. And so you know, yes, I do know there is another story out there, that even has the exact same title as mine, but a) I ain't changing now, b) I didn't know when I started this story, and I want to continue. This story is calling to me, if I weren't always being watched at school, and if fanfiction weren't banned, believe me, I wouldn't stop writing this story. And I am not sure, as of yet, whether it will have a proper, sad, Romeo and Juliet wedding, so don't ask. It might end happy, it might not, but no matter what Voldemort will rule in this one. And another story is calling me, and I am in the middle of writing other stories, so, don't judge if I can't update right away. Thanks for reading, digs into secret stash of cookies and throws them everywhere, laughing More if you review.