"Ginny!"

"What!? I'm over here Malory," replied Ginny, a slight edge to her voice. She had been deep in tranquillity, lounging underneath the birch tree by the lake. Many of her peers were in chaos up at the castle, cramming all there packing into the last day before school was out. Ginny was able to escape the mountains of crap strewn across the seventh year Gryffindor girl's room by packing a week in advance.

Malory approached the area were Ginny was lying. Ginny lay on her back, propped on her elbows, with the rays of sunlight illuminating the curtains of red hair. Some would think Ginny was oblivious to her good looks, but that she was not. It's not as if she was going to walk around like an arrogant prat just because she was attractive ( that job was for Draco). That didn't mean she wouldn't occasionally used allurement to her advantage...

"Headmaster needs to see you in his office," Malory drawled. Malory was an aloof form of bitterness; she could care less about almost anything as long as it didn't bother her.

"Do you have any idea way?" Ginny inquired. At the prospect of a question Malory merely walked off.

'Thanks a bunch for answering my simple question. I'm going to miss you loads when were gone!'

Solemnly opening the door, Ginny entered the headmaster's office. She averted her eyes to the desk where Snape was seated behind. Her curiosity peaked when she noticed a second figure seated. When she was sat down, Ginny glanced over to see the occupant of the chair opposite of hers. Her heart stopped. Just feet from here sat the living definition of evil, a.k.a. Volodomort.

Instead of the firey temper she would normaly have when meeting the person behind her loved ones deaths, she was paralyzed.

"You look so frightened," Voldomort stated mockingly. He chuckled softly.

"You look so horrid," she retorted. Ginny had no idea where she got the nerve to say that, but she knew she'd regret it. Voldomort killed without reason, so he'd surely kill her since a comment like that was said.

"Severus, leave us."

"Yes, my lord." Snape exited the room, leaving it to only Ginny and Voldomort. Her startled emotions were now covered up by her temper as she set her jaw in defiance.

'What a great headmaster to leave me alone with a monster. '

"Monster huh? That's not what you thought of me in the changing rooms..." Voldomort sat in the chair casually, twirling his wand in his hand, while Ginny glared at him confused.

'What is he talking about? Did he just read my mind?' Then suddenly realization hit her! Changing rooms. Stranger. Snogging. Ginny's jaw dropped and her face contorted in repulsion. That couldn't be... There's no possible way that would've been...

"Glad to see you've caughten up," he let out that eerie chuckle of amusement. "I was the one in the changing room."

Ginny felt the heat from her face blushing a vivid red, and the twisting of her stomach. She flung herself out of the seat and at the door. She had to get out of there. Just as she reached for the doorknob, she felt her mind go clear of any thought. Against her will, she calmly walked to the desk and perched upon it facing Voldomort. Her mind drifted out of the daze as the Imperious Curse began to lift.

She slowley gathered herself. How could Voldomort be the person she shared that passionate snogging with. This couldn't be true.

'There's no way in hell he could kiss that good.'

He chuckled once again, "I'm glad you found it satisfactory."

With as much control as she could muster she asked with a quivering voice, " What do you want from me?"

He smirked, " I want nothing from you. What I want is you."