Disclaimer: It is not I... who, er, owns the people and all that... jazz?

A/N- I feel really bad about the last chapter because I had a completely different storyline worked out and it was going to be intricate and long, but my mom starting yelling at me to go to sleep so I freaked out and finished it in one paragraph. Damn me! Oh well, I will try and make it up to everyone...

Chapter Ten-

She was holding his hand as they walked in silence. His hand felt cold and stiff, holding her hand tightly. Outside of the Great Hall, he suddenly jerked her into the shadows. "Who are you?" he hissed.

Ginny was completely thrown off by his question, "What?"

"Who are you?" he sounded angry and frusturated.

"Ginevra Weasley, I'm a sixth year," she said cautiously, not knowing what he meant.

"Weasley, Weasley, Weasley," he muttured, looking away from her.

After he didn't say anything for a few minutes, she cautiously reached up to touch his hair. It was crunchy with the gel he used to slick it back, but fine. He almost winced at her touch, but still did not look at her. "Do you always wear gel in your hair?" she asked softly.

"I thought I told you to stay away from Potter," he snapped, his grey eyes finally meeting her's. She quickly withdrew her hand and glared at him, not knowing what to say.

Her silence seemed to make him more angry. He pushed her against the wall roughly and she closed her eyes in fear. Why did he always treat her like this? He studied her face intently before suddenly releasing her. She opened one eye, wondering why he decided to let her go. He was staring at her with an almost sad expression, but it hardened when he noticed she was looking at him.

"What did you need to tell me?" she asked, trying to make her voice harsh.

He looked at her with mild confusion, "What?"

"Back in the Great Hall, you said you needed to speak with me," Ginny said in a tone that implied he was not the most intelligent boy.

He only stared at her, eyes slightly narrowed. She got him.

"Or was that just an attempt to get me away from Harry?" Ginny suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

"You are mine now Ginevra," he rasped, coming closer.

She felt a quiver in her chest and then her lunch rising in her throat. She gulped and stood up straighter, pretending she was strong, that she could stand up to him. "I do not belong to anyone! Harry-" she stopped talking. He had placed his hands lightly on her hips and was staring into her eyes hungrily. She shuddered and tried to look away, but couldn't. She could hear him breathing loudly and his hands tightened, drawing her closer to him. Her body was no longer listening to her as she ordered it to pull away. He had her in some kind of spell, not the literal sort, but more like a daze.

"Will never touch you again," Draco finished her sentence. He bent down to kiss her neck and she was more afraid than ever.

She pushed against his chest weakly and closed her eyes again as she felt lips on her neck. "No Draco," she pleaded, her voice trembling. He didn't stop, only kissed her harder, as if to make her be quiet. She felt teeth.

She pushed harder, but he only held on tighter. "I'm in love with someone already!" she said quietly. He stopped and looked her in the eyes.

"Who?" his voice revealed no emotion but his eyes were full of rage.

"The boy-" she felt light headed, her knees growing weaker. "The boy in the rain who touched my hair..." she didn't know what she was saying, she couldn't think anymore.

Draco was wide-eyed now. Her knees buckled but he was holding her so tightly that she didn't fall, only hung limpy in his arms. Her vision was blurring and growing darker, then everthing went black.

Harry didn't eat the rest of his lunch, only sat there staring blankly at the door. Ginny was gone from him now... and how easily she had left, not looking back. But she loved him, she had to. Draco was getting in her way, making her confused, using her no doubt. Harry truly loved her though and he would make her see that after he got rid of Draco.

After convincing himself of this, he turned to his two friends and grinned. "That was a bit strange, no?" he joked with them nonchalantly. Ron and Hermione exchanged confused expression and smiled weakly back at Harry.

"Yes, it was a bit odd for Ginny to act that way. I wonder what Malfoy's got on her," Ron replied.

Harry just smiled and nodded. Hermione got up, looking a bit deranged. "I don't feel good about this," she said. "I'm going to go check on Ginny."

Ron and Harry got up as well and followed her out of the Hall. They immediately heard voices when they exited and moved towards them quietly. Draco was holding Ginny in his arms. "The boy in the rain who touched my hair..." they heard her murmuring to him weakly. Ginny suddenly slumped over and Draco lifted her up in both arms easily. He turned and spotted the three of them standing there staring. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What do you three want?" he growled, holding Ginny tighter.

Harry was raging. "Give Ginny to us," he ordered.

"Ginevra is mine now Potter, she walked away from you," Draco replied.

"GINNY LOVES ME!" Harry shouted.

Draco only raised an eyebrow skeptically and turned to walk the other way.

"Draco," Hermione pleaded, "please give her to us. I don't know what you've done to her, but she's confused and needs us. I saw her last night- she was frightened and this morning..."

Draco froze. "Last night... she was frightened?" he asked, not turning to face them.

"Yes. She was shaking and cold, saying she thought Harry did something. I wasn't sure what she meant," Hermione answered honestly.

"I don't see how last night had anything to do with Malfoy," Harry spat in contempt.

"I didn't think it had..." Hermione trailed off and looked at Draco with confusion.

Draco's face remained blank, "Well I don't know what you're talking about. I was just curious as to why the Weasel would be upset."

Hermione nodded, "Of course..."

Harry looked from Hermione to Draco, "What the hell is going on?"

"Calm down Harry," Hermione said sternly.

"I won't bloody well calm down!" Harry yelled. "Ginny-"

"Is not in good shape so I think we should stop standing here arguing," Hermione interrupted. Draco had already started walking away.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry followed Draco towards the infirmary. Three-quarters of the way there Ginny groaned and stirred in Draco's arms. He ignored her and kept walking. Ginny looked up at Draco, staring at him the rest of the way.

Pomfrey came out of the room and looked at the three students who were waiting on the floor of the corridor. "I can't find anything wrong with her in particular. I suspect her collapse was from anxiety or one of those other teenage diseases..." she told them.

"Can we see her?" Harry asked.

"That won't be necessary. She'll be out in a minute, there's no use in keeping her here," Pomfrey looked at the door behind her and then back at them. "Is there any chance Mr. Malfoy is still around?" she asked, her eyes shifting around as she pondered an idea.

"No, he left," Hermione replied shortly before Harry could blurt out something rude about Draco abandoning Ginny like he never would.

"Too bad..." Pomfrey trailed off and went back into her office.

Just as Pomfrey had said, Ginny walked out of the infirmary a few minutes later, not looking well at all. Her expression remained blank as Hermione, Harry, and Ron rushed her, giving her hugs and asking her questions. She couldn't hear them and she didn't care what they had to say.

She realized that Harry was still hugging her and she cleared her throat. Harry let go of her and looked down into her eyes. "Ginny," he began, "will you go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

Draco said not to hang around Harry anymore. Draco said Harry would never touch her again. Draco said she belonged to him now.

"Yes, Harry, I will."