Authors Note: Well here it is, the fourth installment. I am in a really good mood at the moment the guy I have a crush on hugged me...TWICE!!!! I am so proud, but anyway that has nothing to do with this. Yet agin, I am not really sure wher it is going to go in the next few chapters, I tend to read it as if it isn't mine and try to think about what I would want to happen next.

Disclaimer: I think it is so safe to say that I don't own HP or any related characters, because if I did I would make Ginny get together with Draco and not with Harry or Cho or anyone else!!!

Chapter 4

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I can't see. There is smoke everywhere, in the distance I hear people girls screaming and boys yelling trying to find each other. I use my free hand to grope for my wand; I can hear Draco desperately doing the same. We stand, never releasing each others hands, and I think we both know that we are safer if we are together.

I hear the door of our room open; I am praying to God that it is a professor, and that they have come to tell us that it was just some stupid practical joke and that everything is okay. But you know what, sometimes no matter how hard you pray, God doesn't seem to be on your side, I think the evil Lord has given him money or something. Can he do that?

"Ginervra, I know that you are in here. Don't even try to deny It." the voice says in a monotonic voice.

I decide that the best way to respond is no response. As soon as the first word is uttered I feel Draco grip my hand tighter, I had sort of slipped my mind that he was there with me. I was glad but not at the same time, I know that Tom is after me and it would kill me if he was hurt in the process. I can now feel Draco's side pressing up against me, I can feel his body stiffen in fear, and I didn't think that he would be one to get scared at something like this but I guess surprises can happen.

"Listen I don't want to hurt you, you know that I love you," he whispered "I am coming for you, don't worry."

I tensed, this is Tom Riddle we are talking about and he is still in love with me, I thought that he was dead, but obviously I was wrong. That means that Harry didn't really kill him, which means that there still is a threat to the wizarding world but what? I mean Tom is just a 16 year old boy, he has seen so much and is still just so young, I think that is what made me like him so much in the beginning was his ability to really connect with me, I really felt that we had things in common.

"Come on baby, I know you're hear, I can feel you remember, we have a bond." I think back to when he created that bond, I feel an ache on the scar on my forearm. I still remember exactly what the cool blade felt like as it pierced my pale skin, and the feeling of his magic running through my veins. I know that I have a bond with him and it scares me, that fact that he can be with me everywhere and I don't even know it really irks me.

"You are scared. I know but don't worry, wait. WHOSE HAND ARE YOU HOLDING? DO NOT EVEN DARE TO TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE BEEN CHEATING ON ME. I'M AFRAID THAT I MAY DO SOMETHING I WILL REGRET." he yelled suddenly his mood had changed; he must have sensed Draco's presence in the room.

"No one Tom, don't worry." I say hearing the fear in my own voice.

"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" he shouts and with a wave of his wand the smoke disappears. Finally I can see him, I see his floppy brown hair falling over his eyes, his fifties Hogwart's school robes looking like they are still in pristine condition. His face is red; there is a small vein on his forehead that is throbbing with anger. I feel so guilty.

"Well, if it isn't the little Draco Malfoy. Still backstabbing me are we?"

"You are nothing" he spits in reply. I have never seen Draco so defensive, his hand is till holding mine and he is squeezing tighter and tighter, I can feel his fear and I feel so responsible, it is my entire fault that he is in this situation.

"Hasn't your father ever taught you better than to speak to your superiors with respect?" Tom says maliciously.

"He has. But you are no superior of mine, you are dirt."

"No, I am your master and you know it. Draco just look at your arm that will tell you."

Draco tenses. I didn't know that he had the dark mark and obviously that was something he wanted me to not know. I feel myself wanting to pull away from him, why is it that all of the guys in my life are such jerks, I mean excluding my brothers and dad except Ron, they all think they are so good and mighty but then do things that are so dumb and scary that makes them mean nothing. I can't believe that he has one; I thought that he was such a good guy.

"Don't like him so much now do you Gin-bug? Finally seeing what he is really like." Tom laughs as I pull away from the Malfoy.

"Shut up" I say in a deadly whisper. I am do fed up with everything, I can feel the anger rising up with in me I can feel the heat reaching my face. I am filled to the brim with this hatred and I think I am going to explode.

"Excuse me; don't speak to me like that." Tom stares down at me, as he is a few good inches taller than me.

"I will speak to you exactly as I want. Don't even think you can talk to me like that! I am not yours! I may have let you manipulate me once but trust me on this one, it won't happen again. You have some nerve coming to me like this." I spit.

"I-"

"Go. A – WAY!!" I scream. I feel a great power surge through me, there is a blinding light as I fill the room. Every ounce of hatred is directed at him and I can feel him shrinking away, shrinking away to nothingness. I hope that he can finally experience all of the things he has made me feel over the past few years. But now I feel drained, I have no energy. It's as if everything has been sucked out of me.

"Ginny, I..." Draco begins.

"Don't even think about it." I snap, I don't think that I can ever talk to him and trust him again.

"But you have to let me explain!" he says sounding exasperated.

"NO! I don't have to let you do anything. I am leaving; I hope that you have fun with your father." I yell I still feel so cheated by him. I thought that he was different, I had changed for him and then I find out that he is just like Tom, this makes me so infuriated.

I grab my bag and march out of the room, I have absolutely no intentions of returning there, I will just send some one else to fetch my things and I will find somewhere else to reside. I can not live with a death eater.

As I am leaving the dungeons, I hear voices. After a few seconds I realize that it is Professor Snape and Dumbledore. They are saying stuff about me, Dumbledore is saying how he had never seen wandless magic performed with that force, and Snape is agreeing and saying that it is essential that I learn how to protect myself. I decide that it is time to leave. I didn't know that I had performed magic like that; I certainly didn't intend to do so I merely wanted to hurt Tom and hurt him bad.

I then run into Ron, he looks at my disheveled appearance and rushes over to envelope me in a large hug. At first I stiffen, but I then relax, this is my big brother, and as much of a git he can be, I still love him with all of my heart. I begin to cry into his strong chest, his grip on my just gets tighter. This is the brother that I loved, that one that looked after me no matter what.

Without saying a word he begins to lead me in the direction of the Gryffindor tower, I am too tired to even think bout pulling away. I am drained from my anger and hurt by Draco I have no will power left. I am feeling weak but not in the same way as I used to, I used to feel weak because I thought that I was nothing, but now I am feeling weak because I have done so much. I have fought my own demon and won, I have left Draco and although it hurts, I know that I am doing the right thing by my family.

Ron leads me to the boy's dormitories, and lays me on his bed; I think this is only because he can't go to the girls. He pulls the blankets up over me and sits on the chair which he has accio-ed to the head of the bed. His hand is gently stroking my hair, as I feel the darkness closing in on me. I feel comfort with my brother, I know that when he is there Draco can't find me and I can't be hurt anymore, well at least not until I wake up.

Groggily I open my eyes, I feel a soft lump next to my head, thinking it was Draco I almost released an involuntary scream, but when I notice that it is red I calm down. I look at the familiar face next to me; Ron is slumped in his chair, head resting on the bed which I am laying in. My neck feels stiff and my joints ache, I know that I have to go to the hospital wing and get something for the pain, but I don't seem to have the energy to move.

Miraculously I find something though, and I manage to hobble down to the infirmary, I notice a few other students in there with scratches and broken limbs. They all turn to look at me, it really in quite unnerving how every one in the room is string at me, and I feel extremely self conscious.

"Thank-you so much!" they all begin to gush. I am looking back blankly; I have absolutely no idea what the freaking hell they are talking about. What on earth did I do? Whatever it was it had to be something pretty good to have this much praise. I look around wildly to see if someone is going to clear things up for me, they all just stare back at me large smiles adorning their faces.

"Ahh, Miss. Weasley. I was wondering when I would be seeing you." Madame Pomfrey states.

"Yeah, I have a few pains and stuff, I was just hoping to grab the potion and run." I say hopefully, luckily for me she catches on immediately, no questions asked she hands me a potion and ushers me out of the doors. Quickly I skull that drink and go in search of somewhere to hide, I don't know why but I don't really like all of the attention people are giving me, especially because I have absolutely no blooming idea why I am getting it.

That's when I see him; he is walking, eyes toward the ground around a corner. I feel the emptiness in my heart and mournfully look at him. I do feel bad about it, but he lied to me, he let me trust him, I can't believe that I was naive enough to fall for two bad guys. But did I really fall for Draco? I mean I only spent about 2 or 3 days living with him, but in that time we had come to a silent agreement.

I do hope though that he understands, he is a death eater, he follows the one person that I truly loved and then tried to kill me. I can't let myself get that close to that sort of situation again, I mean it was bad enough about Tom yesterday. I still can't believe that he came to Hogwarts; I thought that this place was safe; I thought that he couldn't get to me here. I think I should go and see Dumbledore.

After taking the long route to the two large gargoyles that guard the entrance to the headmaster's office I realize that I don't know that password.

"Lemon drops, chocolate fudge, Bertie botts, bananas, strawberries and cream..." I trail off still trying to list the countless muggle and wizarding lollies that I know.

"The password is rubber ducky" I hear the voice behind me say.

"Thank..." I trail off as I turn and see who it is. It is Draco, I don't know why he helped me, he shouldn't even be anywhere near me. I can't believe his arrogance sometimes, but when I look in his eyes, I don't see self importance, I see sadness. I see pain and sorrow and what's more, I know that I am the cause of it.

I hear the spiral stairway arrive, I turn away from him and begin the climb, and I don't look back as I am afraid of what I may see. I don't know that I could deal with his face again; I don't know that I would be able to hold up my defense, I am not that strong. Luckily enough, I don't have anymore time to get lost in my thoughts as I have arrived in Dumbledore's office and he is looking up at me from his large desk with worried eyes. Sitting opposite him is Professor Snap and McGonagall; both have turned to face me. I can feel everyone's stares on me. I am beginning to rethink my choice to come here.

"Glad to see you in once piece my dear." Dumbledore cries.

"Thank-you sir."

"Am I right in the assumption that you performed wandless magic yesterday?" he asks, already knowing full well that I did.

"I'm sorry sir" I say my eyes are focusing on my scuffed shoes.

"What have you to be sorry for? I believe you saved the entire school single handedly from Voldemort." I see McGonagall cringe as Dumbledore says the name.

"No sir, I saved myself from Tom." I reply timidly, I didn't save anyone else except for myself.

"My dear, Tom Riddle managed to break through the school barriers somehow. I am very sorry that it ended up in your hands."

"No sir he didn't," Ooops I don't really want to talk back to Dumbledore but I don't think he quite understands. "Tom didn't break through any barriers, he was within them, he had never left the school, and his blood was running in my veins, I am sorry for everything. I should have known better, I should have killed myself so that he would never return."

"His blood?" Snape asks the surprise is evident in his voice.

"Yes, look I don't really want to get into that, that happened a long time ago and something's are better off just sitting on the shelf, but long story short, he gave me his blood, in a way I was him."

"We are very sorry for you. We never knew, I should have suspected something, there was no way that Voldemort would have allowed you to walk free from any harm."

I bow my head. Teachers would never know, no matter how strong they are they will never know what other harm he did to me. Maybe not physically but mentally I am destroyed all because of him, and all he ever did was laugh when I would scream out. I was never really anything to him except a trophy to place on the shelf and play with occasionally. I was just a pawn, what he really wanted was Harry Potter. Maybe that's why I have these feelings about Harry, I am actually jealous that I was never wanted by the man who kidnapped me; I was never wanted at all.

The professors are still talking to me and I have tuned out, I watch their mouths move and I hear a buzzing sound which I am assuming is their voices but truly I don't understand anything they are saying. I don't think that I could even if I wanted to, I can't shake this feeling that I have, I can't even label it. I know that there is something wrong, and I know that it is Draco.

But death eaters are monsters, I used to think that everyone deserved a chance, no matter what they were like, but they are just animals. They kill people because they think that it is fun, I can't believe that they really want to kill people that are innocent, people like their own wives and children, what normal human being has the heart to do that.

I once read about this muggle dictator called Adolf Hitler, he was a German political leader. He killed thousands even millions of innocent people simply because he didn't like their religion, beliefs and maybe even their lifestyles. How can someone do that? How can someone live with the guilt of murder? How can they survive using their hands to touch their children and knowing that those same hands had killed someone else?

But I can't forgive Draco; I cannot forgive him for the pain he has caused so many other people. They always told me to steer clear of him and did I ever listen? NO! I was too damn proud of myself, I didn't want to listen to people but just look at what he has done to me, and he has crushed me.

I feel a hand reach out and touch my face, I don't know who it belongs to but it is warm and comforting. I then hear some shouting out "St. Mungo's" I feel myself suddenly flying; my feet aren't touching the ground.

Authors Note:

I am listening to this song called And we All Have a Hell by this awesome band called From First To LAst, and the song is creeping me out. BUt anywho... I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please do read and review and I will try and post sometimes soon, I am trying to do a chapter a week, roughly!! lol

Yeah please read and review because if you do that will make me happier and happier and then I might ask this guy out!!! Bah! I am so happy!!!!

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