Author's Note: Ok so this chapter will leave a few unanswered questions which i may go through at the end just to clarify i did mean to leave you hanging a little bit:) Hope you enjoy it. It is a little explicit if you are any way offended by or sensitive to sex scenes please dont read this, i dont think it is too graphic though so you should be ok!
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I know you Ginny. You wont resist forever; you will return. I have your heart like that stupid boy never could, you will never belong to Potter; you are mine.

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When Ginny woke she smiled, feeling the warmth of the bed around her, she turned gently over and reached for Draco's hand. He wasn't there. Panic coursed through her body making her head throb painfully. She looked around and screamed wildly. What was she doing home? How much time had passed since…since…. what had happened to get her here? And where was Draco?

"Ginny! Ssshhh Ginny I'm here, what's wrong?" Charlie's concerned voice echoed round Ginny's soggy brain as he moved into focus in her small bedroom.

"Charlie what are you doing here? What happened to me? Why am I at home?"

"Hey slow down sweetie." He knelt down and placed a caring hand on her arm. "I'm here for Christmas. It's the 23rd of December and Harry and Hermione are staying for the holidays too. You passed out at school; Harry said you were just out for a walk and he collapsed because of You Know Who again. He reckons the shock of it must have made you faint but you've been unconscious for weeks; we were really worried. Oh Bill is home too." Ginny nodded slowly trying to remember what had really happened, Charlie's tone of voice told her that he thought Harry was lying, so how had she really got here?

It came flooding back in an instant; the capture, her collapse and the dreams she had had. The tears wouldn't stop once they'd started and Ginny knew she couldn't hide them. Charlie was her best friend at home.

"Charlie thank god you're here." He embraced her tightly

"Hey, ssshhh, Gin. Tell me everything."

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Draco paced the darkened hall for what felt like the millionth time since he'd been discharged from the Death Eater's meeting. It seemed bizarre to him that they had to capture him to get him there and yet they let him go in time for the Christmas holidays after giving him his homework. He let out a harsh laugh at the twisted metaphor he had formed. He had been told to protect Ginny, 'woo' her if he must, until the Dark Lord was ready for her. It made him sick to think of what use he was being put to, a pathetic useless puppet, but his fear was that he was disposable. He needed to stay alive and that meant doing as he was told.

Draco's mind was in turmoil and had been for weeks now and still he couldn't figure out one simple thing. Yet it was so important. The conversation with his father still echoed in and out of his every waking moment.

"Why didn't you come when you were summoned? You have tarnished our family's reputation and in refusing summons you know the mark will be burned thicker as punishment. Fool!"

"Father listen! I didn't feel them. I didn't feel the summons. I was-"

"LIES! Filthy lies…how can you not have felt it? You are a fool!"

But that was just it; Draco knew he wasn't lying. He hadn't felt them call him, but he had no idea why. God my head hurts. I need Ginny…oh Ginny! He was trapped again in his old family home; it was worse than prison. The only comfort was that in three days time he would bring Hermione back to meet their mother, while Lucius was away playing the diplomat with Cornelius Fudge for a few days. Draco was looking forward to this rare moment of freedom in his family home, to bring them all together again would be wonderful; Narcissa was already excited for meeting Hermione, but neither she nor Draco had told his father. Draco knew Lucius hit his mum.

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Ginny could tell Charlie everything. And Charlie understood perfectly.

"I know what it's like to be in love with someone you can't be with. Only in a different way to you and Malfoy." Ginny sat up at this. Charlie? In love? Why has he never told me before?

"Charlie what-?"

"The girl I love died Ginny. That's why I left; I never could stay here after she was gone. It's a long story but I've never told it, I guess I should. You're too young to remember anyway." He paused and gave her a searching look, and on deciding she was more than capable of understanding he carried on. "I was young and she was a Muggle. We fell in love, not just a crush, real love, Gin. But she found out too much about our world, got too close. Dad said she was in danger and we had to hide her. I tried to leave things alone with her, but she couldn't go back now so what was the point in trying to forget we loved each other. I tried and tried to explain, I swear I did, but she didn't understand why. She couldn't grasp it was vital she couldn't go home to her parents. She was a prisoner here and I hated myself for it, although we still loved each other dearly. Then Dad was brought under questioning, we don't know who grassed us in but it was only a matter of time, dad is so pro-Muggle anyway. We were terrified and tried to hide her. But there was no stopping them and the statue of secrecy is upheld by deadly bonds. They have no mercy; the ones that carry out its law, no compassion. They put her to death. Executed. And that was my life gone."

Charlie let a single tear run down his face. He didn't brush it away like many boys instead he let it fall, to show Ginny how much it meant. And to remember the woman he would always love, difficult as it was, every tear that fell for her was a tribute to her memory; and so he could never show impatience with his emotion.

"What was her name?" Ginny breathed softly, forgetting her own plight in the magnitude of her brother's.

"Isabelle." He sighed, "My darling Izzy."

For the next day or so Ginny took comfort in the fact the Charlie had known love like she did. She kept mainly to her room and only really spoke to Charlie or occasionally the trio who popped up to see her. But they talked of Draco and this made Ginny cry until in the end they would sit in silence. In fact it wasn't only Charlie who knew what Ginny was going through; she had no idea that she was actually in very congenially company in the household, only that none of the Weasleys ever bothered finding out facts about one another, they argued too much.

Bill had been in love with Fleur in difficult circumstances, until their mother had changed her tune when Bill was attacked by Greyback. Fred loved Angelina but she was officially with Oliver Wood. Unfortunately for all, Fred and Angelina were involved in more than just a running flirtation, it tore at him every time they kissed but somehow couldn't be enough for him to let her go. George in turn loved a girl in Slytherin who loved him back. No one knew, but Percy had fallen for a Muggle girl and Ron was also struggling with the concept of telling his mother he loved Hermione; especially now that she was a Malfoy. The Weasley children were all in predicaments of varying sizes but Ginny would never know the problems of her other brothers. Because what she hated worst of all about being prisoner here again was that everyone had problems and took it out on each other, but no one ever talked.

It was going to drive her mad she was sure.

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Draco felt the gaping whole that was Ginny eating away at him in the same way the Dark Mark had once consumed him. He never felt like it was taking him any more, not since he had loved Ginny. It never hurts me when…And then it clicked. So obvious he had been stupid or blind not to see it. He hadn't felt the summons because he had been thinking of Ginny. Ginny was his protection.

Draco laughed aloud; the first laugh that had passed his lips since he had returned to the dreary manor. He knew he could not sleep tonight on his own, not Christmas eve. He needed to be with the woman he loved.

Draco waited impatiently for nightfall. He knew better than to walk straight up to the Weasley's front door and ask to borrow Ginny for the night. He arrived by broom just before sundown and circled her house silently. Looking for the most likely window.

At the back of the house on the ground floor Draco caught a glimpse of a stunning older girl with long silver-blonde hair drawing the curtains shut. That must be where Bill and Fleur are sleeping. He thought to himself. He knew Ron's room was at the very top of the house so he went to see if Ginny was sharing to make room for Hermione. But when he peered into the cramped, untidy attic bedroom he saw only one figure, leaning over a piece of parchment and scribbling feverishly. It was Harry. Draco's dislike for Potter swelled up within him, but it was much less now than it had once been. In the window directly below Harry's Draco found the answer to Ron's whereabouts. He was lying on a bed with Hermione in his arms, talking to her and stroking her hair. A surge of protective hatred rose in Draco's throat like a snake and he had to fly to the next window quickly; he knew Hermione was safe with Ron, but the idea of them being that intimate sat strangely in Draco's mind.

This window was Ginny's. He sensed her before he saw her and when he finally did lay eyes on her the strong light that radiated was almost so strong he had to glance away. He knocked on her bedroom window gently so as not to startle her.

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Ginny spun round in shock snatching her wand from her bedside in lightening quick time, expecting to see Voldemort or at least a small army of his hooded workers hovering outside her window. But she dropped her wand in an instant.

She wrench open the window and leaned out, nearly falling and breaking her neck but she didn't care. She kissed Draco roughly, passionately on the lips and sighed deeply at her inexplicable feeling of completion.

"Lets get out of here." Draco whispered to her,

"Where Draco?" She laughed, unable to stop the flow of happiness,

"I know a place, it's not much but anywhere will do. Come on get up with me." Ginny shoved her feet into a pair of comfortable trainers, grabbed her coat from the hook by the door and picked up her wand. As she stepped out of her window onto the broom she glanced back to the room,

"Don't worry they're all busy, no one saw me. I'll have you back before morning. I promise." He whispered softly into her hair.

They soared up and left any troubles down on the ground by the burrow. Flying straight at the sunset, the wind roaring past them and both laughing with a growing sense of liberation. This was love, Ginny decided in an instant, nothing else but pure, true love.

"Oh my god! Draco I've just realised."

"What?" He shouted back over the rush of the wind,

"Everyone underneath me can see my knickers." Ginny squealed,

"What Gin? What did you just say?"

"I said 'everyone down there can see my KNICKERS.'" She roared back,

"Ginnerva Weasley they are Muggles. If they see a broom flying past them I doubt they are going to care about the view of your underwear." He paused and then added, "Although I would care, I'm sure it's a very nice view!"

"Draco!"

They eventually pulled up outside of a window of a pub in Hogsmede. Ginny didn't recognise it but obligingly stepped into the room in front of her and waited for Draco. He clicked his fingers and candles suddenly threw the room into a delicate relief. A double bed was opposite the window, plumped with a thick duvet and too many cushions, a door stood ajar leading to what Ginny presumed was the en suit bathroom. There was also a chest of drawers, a wardrobe and a comfy chair; other than that the room was bare.

"Draco why are we here?"

"Malfoy Manor is dreary Gin. I just booked this room for the night, no one will know we're here no one will disturb us. It can just be you and me. It's not a brilliant place but it will do for us."

"It's perfect Draco. But-"

She turned away and sat down on the edge of the bed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she turned around again Draco hadn't moved.

"But I need you to…Draco say you want me now. Say it and I'm yours. Say you need me. Please! God I need you. But if you don't say it wont feel like…real. I've never wanted someone this much, and I wont stop myself if you say you need me…" Ginny trailed off and turned to meet Draco's eyes with that blazing look that was so familiar.

"I do. I want you right now. Ginny this isn't a flirt, it's not a game; I want you. I want to lie with you now and touch you and…oh fuck it. Come here."

Draco pulled off his shirt and threw it aside; moving to stand directly over her and brushing her hair back from her face. He pushed her down to the bed. Kissed her once on the mouth and then knelt onto the bed with her, letting his moist lips trace her neck so lightly they might not have been there, his left hand caught in her hair, ruffling it wildly; the way he liked it most. Ginny felt something strange and new rise within her; unable to control it she let the feeling take her body over.

Her nails ran down his back, hands fumbling as the reached the waist of his trousers. Draco pulled the aforementioned knickers down easily with one hand, letting an almost-growl pass his lips. She managed to remove his trousers and pants in record time, feeling the fire in her veins and her heart pump faster at the smell of his sweat. She kissed along his shoulders and up to his neck, suddenly stopping and biting him for no apparent reason. She wondered if there was a touch of the Werewolf about her.

Draco groaned loudly when she bit him. It didn't matter than blood was running down his neck like sweat it just mattered that he felt a stronger passion now than he had ever experienced in his life. The thumb of the hand in her hair caressed her cheek gently, telling her not to be scared and the other one now pulled up her nightdress as he began to press his body closer.

Ginny felt Draco's hand move to her thigh, opening her legs wider and holding her still, his grip so fierce it bruised. He teased her for as long as he could bear, listening to her moans with relish, until she growled

"Don't you dare stop!" and he could resist no longer.

Two bodies joined to become one.

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Malfoy woke himself up reluctantly. He leaned over Ginny and kissed her cheek gently to wake her up and then began to gently nibble her ear. He heard a yawn and then a playful giggle. Ginny was truly beautiful, Draco thought peacefully, the early dawn light making her hair reddy-golden as she shook it off her face, sitting up, completely naked and searching the room for her scattered clothes. He groaned and lay back down for a minute, steeling himself to go out into the cold air.

The broom ride passed quickly and Draco was dropping Ginny at her window all too soon.

"Bye Darling, I'll see you…well, I'll see you soon." He buried his face in her sweet smelling hair, as he felt her lips on his neck. "God Ginny I love you."

"…So much." She finished for him, "Hey Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Do you realise how like Romeo and Juliet this is?"

"Like who?"

"Romeo and Jul- Oh! Of course it's a Muggle story you wont have read it."

She dashed over to her bookshelf and pulled down a red leather bound book from the highest shelf. "Here you go, read it. I know you like books. Charlie always read this to me as a kid, it's beautiful."

"Gin, if it's a Muggle how come you got it read to you?"

"I don't know I guess…how did Charlie get it? …Oh hang on…" She opened the cover and found a name pencilled on the inside. "Yeah, I thought so. Charlie got it from his old girlfriend. She was a Muggle."

Ginny smiled sweetly and Draco asked no more. They said goodbye and he flew off into the rising sun. Ginny felt sad as she thought about the name one cover; the book, of course, had belonged to Isabelle.

From me: Ok so what was Ginny's dream about at the beginning? Who was Harry writing to so urgently? What is really happening with all the Weasley's private love stories? Why can Draco not feel the mark burning when he's with Gin?...please review, all will be revealed :D x