Hello, I've finally updated. Wahoo! I want to thank all those generous, beautiful, marvellous people put there who reviewed! Hopefully, this meets up toy our standards. Anyway, I don't think I have anything else to say.

Disclaimer: You might recognize some quotes from some movies in here, yah, they aren't mine.
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Something is wrong... I mean . . . besides the fact that my vision is all blurry and I'm seeing double and it's hard to breathe and my head is aching and my skin is burning and I'm shaking and too weak to stand let alone look around and find out what's happening . . . But something else is wrong . . .

"You awake Malfoy?" My hand instantly goes to my head as it throbs. "Malfoy?" I'm only semi-conscience of the voice that's bothering to me. The pain I'm currently in being a little more important than answering some retarded git next to me. I lean my back against the wall behind me as my vision slowly come back into focus, although everything is still fuzzy I can just make out the outline of the body the voice belongs to. Male. Black hair. Glasses. About my build.I cant remember anything. This person seems so familiar but I cant remember him for the life of me, I cant remember how I got here, I cant remember why I'm here..I cant remember anything but my name. I rest my head in my hands again and wait for it to stop throbbing. Who is he!? "Answer me Malfoy."

"Potter?" I ask, his name jumping to my head instantly, memories flooding back along with the fact that I hate him -a lot -but I know there's a good reason.

"Good, your awake." He reaches his hand out towards me and I jump back, startled. Something's different about him. Besides the fact that hes in muggle cloths which looks like they haven't been washed in the past month, hes all skin and bones for another and that his hair is a lot longer. But something else is different..

"Don't fucking touch me!" I holler as loud as my weak and battered body allows. He reels back in shock and I go for my wand but find its not there.

"Lords! Sorry! I was just going see if the gash on the side of your forehead was worse than it appears, is all.and they took your wand so you can stop looking for it." My hand stops its search and goes to the side of my temple. I trace the dried blood with my fingers as it runs along the side of my face. I put pressure on the wound and wince at the pain. What was it that my father said? Pain is weakness leaving the body? Humph, if that was true, I shouldn't have any weakness' left considering not only the emotionally but the physically pain he put me through. "Look, now is probably no the time but do you know if Ron and Hermione are with you?"

"Weasley and Granger? Of course I don't you moron!" I snap, deeply irritated...that name. Weasley..theres something else about that name. Oh gods! Gin! More memories come flooding back and I remember why I suddenly hate Potter so much. I rise to my feet so I'm eye level with him.

"What have you done with her?" I hiss, not caring that my legs are about to give out at any moment.

"Who? Hermione? Nothing-" Who the hell does this bloke think he is playing dumb with me? I roll my eyes at him.

"Do you think me daft Potter?"

"Pardon me?" He looks sincerely confused now and I cant help but feel sorry for this wretched excuse for a wizard.

"Where is she?" I demand again and he looks more puzzled than before.

"Malfoy, I have no idea what your talking about? Who!?" I cant hold my weight any longer as I slide to the floor. My hands go to my head as I try to block out the bit of sunlight coming from the small window with green and silver bars in front of it. Green and silver? What!? It cant be! I rise to my feet quickly, too quickly I find as the room starts to swirl. I try to ignore the pain and trace my hands along the moss covered bricks until they stop meters from Potters head. I brush away the moss clinging to the wall and gasp in surprise.

"No! How could he know!?"

"How could who know what? Christ Malfoy! Now is not the time to be cryptic!" Potter demands as he suddenly appears behind me "Hey," he says "isn't that your name?" He points at the notches on the wall that, indeed, spell out my name. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and go for sarcasm instead.

"Why thank you, mater of the obvious-" I bark and he shoots me a glare. "Just tell me what have you done with her!?"

"Who!?"

"Gin!" I holler, my patience at a minimal. Pointing violently at the wall I shout, "I know you have her!" He looks at me as if I've got two heads, two heads with sharp fangs and a multiple of eyes. I have a strong urge to raise my hand in a very un-gentlemanly like manner towards him.

"Ginny? What do you mean what did I do to her!? Why do you suddenly care? And why would she be with you in the first place-" I grab him by the collar, his questions coming out in a babbled rush.

"Would you shut up! Christ! How small is your brai-" I stop unexpectedly and put him back on his feet, he looks a little relieved. "What happened to the bruises I gave you?" I ask, studying his face closely. Madam Pomfray wouldn't have healed him with magic because they were caused by fighting so she would have told him they would have to heal on there own.

"Bruises?" He asks and its my turn to look confused.

"I beat the crap out of you!" I practically yell in frustration throwing my hands in the air. Nothing is making sense. "Not two days ago!"

".Malfoy." he start as if speaking to a child which only infuriates me more. "If you let me speak you would have found out much sooner that I've been in this place for I don't know how long. Someone comes in and stuns me every now and then, and when I wake I don't know how much time has past." He says and I staggered back.

"What!? No! Your lying!?" My voice raises slightly at the last part, turning it into a question rather than a statement. Again, he looks at me as if I've grown two heads. "How long have I been out?" I ask, more troubled than frightened.

".about a day, I guess." He answers and my feet no longer hold me up and I find myself on the ground again. "Malfoy? Are you okay.?" Like he cares. ".exactly what day is it?"

"Its.its just before the holidays. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas break when-"

"What!? Its Christmas!? I'm been gone since August!!" My head snaps in his direction.

"What!? August?"

"I was.I was suppose to be spending the rest of summer at Ron's.I was sneaking off to meet him at the designated spot we agreed on when I was kidnapped on my way." well, that explains a lot. Everything slowly begins to piece together now as the wheels turn in my head. Potter treating Gin odd since he went to stay with her for one, how my father knew about us, why Potter was more of an asshole than usual..

"Dammit!" I swear and pound my fist behind me on the wall. It has to be polyjuice potion!

"Malfoy, whats going on?" I give an exasperated sigh and am about to answer the one person I can't stand, good or evil, when were interrupted by the door being open as a stocky man enters followed by three men in cloaks, similar to those who were at Hogwarts.

"Mr. Malfoy," The stocky man looks at me and says, the same time motioning for two of the men in cloaks to jerk me to my feet, "Your father wishes your presence in his study."

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He's still yelling at me. He hasn't stopped since I entered his study and made my presence known. Well, not really yelling, scolding in a very harsh, loud voice really. His little minion, whom he calls Peter, hasn't left his side. My guess is this is the person whose been impersonating Potter and ratting me out. I hate him about as much as I hate Potter and I don't even know him. Fathers informing me that there are consequences and repercussions to every action I make and at the current moment there aren't any good ones.

My attention gets drawn back his long winded rant when, for the first time in 2 hours, he mentions Gin. I was wondering when he was going to get to her. Hes gone over everything from me treating Weasley and Granger civilly at times, to not picking on Longbottom more than I should, to quiditch because even though I won the last game it didn't count. (He hasn't told me about the polyjuice yet, but that's obviously why I beat Potter. This moron Peter was taking his place.) To failing my last history of magic test. It wasn't that I didn't study or didn't know the material, I just didn't show. (Never mind the fact I'm beating Granger in Potions) to the detention I had with Filch. That was the first hour actually, the second hour was spent on me and the pros on becoming a death eater and the many cons if I don't.

And now he finally makes it to the topic of Gin. I wonder what this Peter character told him. He couldn't have said much because its not as if me and Gin did much. We talked ..a lot.but what was so bad about that? Other than the fact shes a Gryffindor and a Weasley.and my fathers biggest rivals daughter..and Harry Potters best friends little sister.or maybe it's the fact that I'm falling so hard for her that I cant see straight..that I've had nothing on my mind since our detention with filch. . .oh Lords.. this cant be happening.

I'm glad I'm sitting for if I wasn't I would have probably collapsed. Its still taking all my effort to stay focused, the unforgivable Potter shot at me is still causing my whole body pain but I cant show any sort of weakness in front of my father.

"-Did you honestly think that I wouldn't find out!? You fraternizing with.with-HER- of all people!?" I stand there and say nothing. I've learned long ago that by answering his questions it angers him more than he already is. "Answer me boy!" It's a trick which I've fallen for too many times so, again, I remain silent. He puts his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose in irritation but remains silent, I glance at his guest, for my father doesn't have friends, and am instantly angered by the sneer on his face. Who does this rat-bastard think he is anyway? "It doesn't matter, she is being dealt with accordingly as we speak-" My head snaps back to in my fathers direction.

"What!?!" I explode without thinking, my eyes widening in a mixture of shock and horror. I realize too late the advantage that my outburst gives my father. I glance at Peter as a worried look passes over his features but vanishes quickly. Odd. Fathers face turns into a scowl and mine quickly follows suite. Like father like son.

"So, am I to assume you do harbour some feeling for this girl?" he hisses, and all too quickly the implication of the situation stand clear in my head.

"More than you would care to know." I hiss back and he lets a cruel laugh escape his lips.

"Don't be so ignorant!" he spits "it can never work between you. You understand that. She is nothing, destined to do nothing with a nobody, a fish! You, your destined for greatness! You're a Malfoy! A falcon! Sure, a fish can love a bird, but where will they live?"

"Than I guess I will have to make her wings." He grabs his head in frustration. I'm definitely not make this easy for either of us. He places both his hands on his desk and looks at me over his glasses.

"Look Draco, once you have received the Dark Mark-"

"Never." Christ! I might as well kill myself now. What am I thinking? He raises an eyebrow in my direction.

"Pardon me?" He asks, his voice laced with authority.

"I'll never wear the mark." I repeat, my voice never wavering as I lock eyes with my Father. Piercing blue like my own.

"You will do as your told boy!"

"Do you think I listened to you when you told me to marry that Parkinson bitch!? What makes you think I'll listen now? I'm not getting the mark and I will 'fraternize' with Gin as much as I damn well please!" I holler, patience spent, as I slam my fist on his desk. He doesn't even flinch but takes a deep breath instead.

"..you.you do not understand the implications of your words Draco. Your thinking rash thoughts. Take a nap and we'll discuss this when your feeling better." I hid a smile at his last attempt to make me change my mind. Any other person would be dead by now but only because of the fact I am his only heir is he giving this chance to me. I shake my head, simply pathetic.

"I won't change my mind." I tell him which causes my father to becomes quite livid now

"All because of this one, pathetic, useless, miserable excuse of a girl!"

"All because of her." I state, my tone even and threatening.

"Mr. Malfoy, perhaps you are not looking at the long term picture." I glance in the direction of Peter who had disappeared into the corner a while ago. I shoot him a warning glance to but-out but he ignores it and continues anyway. "Nothing last forever. You may feel strongly for this girl now, but two months from now how will you feel? And what if she doesn't return your feelings, hmm? By receiving the mark we can offer you any girl you want! You will have several if you please Trust me, young love never lasts, she is merely a subconscious way to get back at your father."

"I don't want several women. I want Gin." I state and I catch my father roll his eyes, clearly irritated. He was never the romantic.

"Oh please Draco!" He says, throwing his hands in the air "Love does not begin and end the way you seem to think it does! Love is a battle, love is war-

"love is a growing up!" I shout. "Clearly, even though physically you are my senior, mentally you are nothing but a child!" His teeth grind together as Peter places a hand on his arm to keep him back.

"Really Draco-" Peter starts

"Don't call me that!" I snap at Peter who recoils. Twitchy little thing, he is.

"Well than, Mr. Malfoy, your not thinking very realistically." He says, putting extra emphasis on my last name "Do you honestly think it's possible to love a person forever? This person?" I drop my shoulders, almost in defeat, and shake my head no. A flash of hope crosses over my fathers features but dies as quickly as it came.

".forever isn't long enough."

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