A/N: THE FIRST QUESTION THAT COMES OT YO UR HEAD IS "what took so long?"

ANSWER: I have no answer this time.

CHAP?

"What the hell were you doing there?" The voice Ginny knew well by now was firm and demanding an answer.

"Just a walk I swear!" Ginny was now in the bedroom pulling off her shoes and undoing her hair.

"A walk? A walk? Ya I bet it were a walk." Aggravation was driving Draco over the edge. Perhaps it was just a walk but that didn't mean it was ok without permission.

"Stop acting like you're my boss!" Ginny was trying to untangle a pin from her bun as she spoke.

"I am your boss by a doctrine of this school and by your own signature!" Draco pointed to his locked drawer that possessed the signed paper.

"Oh please don't bring that up."

"I'll bring up what ever I want to bring up." Draco tossed his tie on the floor.

"Don't you think the night went well considering the situation?" Ginny spoke calmly for she knew yelling would not solve anything. She had danced well, kept her composure and aside from the dinner debate with the Dark Lord, nothing had gone wrong. With that information you could say the night had gone well.

Draco paused from unbuttoning his shirt and scanned through the event. There were some messy steps in her dance, her composure had gotten out of control a few times, she wasn't the best debater and she had run off with that Allen-boy.

"If it would make you snore less I'll agree." He said.

"Snore less?" Ginny turned her head to face Draco.

Draco looked over Ginny's makeup face and saw half her hair hanging down her neck and some still in the bun. The mess he would have snorted at actually looked fine on her.

"Don't be laughing at my style of sleep. I've never heard someone complain about snoring before." She turned her head back and started pulling out pins faster.

"I'll get you a nice potion to help clear your nose a bit."

It was time for the piece of clothing that made the girls excited. Draco had finished his buttons and was about to pull off the shirt. He wanted to make sure she would see it fall off. "How many pins does a women need to keep her hair in a bun?" Draco's hands were waiting on the edge, ready.

Ginny turned and noticed Draco pausing. "A lot when you have rebellious hair."

It fell….

Ginny's eyes were glue to the sight of Draco's back. Holy crickets… He not only had muscles on his lovely shoulders and legs, they covered his back too. The body that was owned by this bratty git was outstanding.

"I see." Draco turned around and walked past her to the trunk to pick out some comfortable boxers for bed. He intended to sleep without his shirt tonight. As he walked past he could sense her eyes following him. He enjoyed making her uncomfortable, not unbearably, just playfully.

When Ginny had finally finished her pins and removed the makeup Draco had already set himself in bed and was relaxing with his potions book in his hands.

Ginny grabbed her loose night shirt and soft, stretchy, shorts to sleep in.

Finally it was time to turn the lights out. But before Draco turned the switch he twisted his neck to get one last look at his little red head.

"Just to be clear Ginevra, we have no real relationship, remember that." Flick.

Ginny felt a slight sense of bitterness in his voice. Well they weren't meant for each other anyway. He was a Malfoy, she was a Weasley. He was rich, she was limited. He was a Slytherin, she was a Gryfindor.

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The next day breakfast was ready right as the two students stepped into the great hall. Ginny was starving and looked hungrily at the lovely pancakes, sausages, bacon and the stacks of butter, bottles of syrup along with the orange juice available.

Ginny's instinct was to head straight for her normal seat at the Gryfindor table but that was no longer her spot. She caught herself just as her foot was about to land aiming in the direction.

"Do I sit at the Slytherin table or the Gryfindor one?" Ginny asked uncertainly.

"You sit at your old table." Draco said as he walked away from her with his pointy nose being the last she saw of his face for the morning.

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Allen was unsure why he had told Ginevra he was the heir, but he strangely did not regret it. Not that he really regretted anything he did. He had always been a careful thinker. That red head was off limits, he knew that but he could still play around with her.

He saw her put the pancakes into her mouth and swallow the content gratefully. Allen smiled to himself, obviously she was very hungry. He didn't remember her eating much for dinner last night… She hardly ate anything now that he thought about it.

He was hoping she would not grow thin as a stick like so many did these days. Depriving yourself of food was insane. Not only did it make you thin, it also made you very limited with energy. Such a way of living...

Allen started playing with his food at The Dark Lords side and felt his eyes snap over to him.

"Why are you playing with your food?" He asked.

"I'm hungry but feeling too lazy to eat. Am I still teaching these students today? Please say no." Allen knew being lazy was an unhealthy plan for the day but he really was feeling tired and had a lot on his mind.

"Afraid I need my students to learn the proper ways of magic and not just the good sweet ways. I want them to see both views." Voldemort was obviously determined to make an army out of these students. But who exactly was he fighting against? Didn't people flee from him already? Paranoia was what it was.

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Draco was sitting in the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He was playing with his quill when the sound of the old door opening made his head turn. Ginny had stepped in. She walked to the back row and took a seat near Mathew Neker.

Neker was a 5th year and didn't attract much attention. Draco saw Neker nod towards Ginny then say something that made her smile. That smile was put on the face by Neker at the moment but the face it was on was still hiss. Draco held his quill tight waiting to see what would happen next.

"I want all faces up here." Allen said with a bored expression on his face. The faces snapped up from the desks where students had been sleeping and looking bored. The ones who had stayed awake were facing the back of the room.

"When I said up, I didn't just mean up from your desk but also towards me." Allen had his arms crossed and was leaning against the side of his table.

Heads had been turned in Ginny's direction since she had walked in. Allen insisted on having her moved up a class though she was supposed to be… on level lower. She was here though and he would enjoy the pleasure of having her seated away from the blonde boy for a while.

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Ginny had noticed Draco's hand clench on his quill. It made her feel guilty, but she could not think of anything she had done wrong. All she knew was that it had happened when she sat down. "Ridiculous."

Ginny felt something touch the side of her leg and she looked down to see Neker's hand. At first she though it was harassment but then she noticed he had something in his hand. It was a piece of paper. She took it smoothly from his hand and quietly unfolded it to view the message.

"Want to go for a walk during lunch break?"

Ginny fought a giggle at the thought of such a nice invitation. Perhaps it was best not to go. But then again, Draco had not forbid her to see other students.

Ginny pulled out her quill and placed the paper on the edge of the desk. She quickly wrote her answer "yes"

She was about to start folding it up when a strong voice yelled in her direction.

"What ever you're playing with Weasley needs to either be handed in or put away!"

Allen not only looked irritated but also slightly amused, the two could be put together.

"Sorry." Ginny folded the paper up and slipped it in her pocket before anyone had the chance to see the message.

Draco's head was turned and Ginny gave a little innocent shrug. She leaned on her elbow ready to listen with one hand on her leg to pull out the paper when the time came.

Allen was now pacing across the room speaking of random curses and how foolish it was the go on automatic defense without considering the option of offense.

Ginny slipped her hand in her pocket and pulled out her paper. She was about to place her hand on Neker's leg when the voice was once again in her direction.

"Miss. Weasley, I warned you." Allen stretched out his hand and Ginny began to protest, but too late. The paper disappeared right out of her hand and just as she feared, Allen started to read it.

Her worst fear at the moment was that Allen would read it out loud. But thank goodness he read it silently.

She saw his eyes look straight into hers and knew what was about to happen. She felt the uneasy sensation of her head being hit by something. Allen was reading her mind again, but he was digging hard. He was digging harder than before.

Ginny brought her hand to her head and closed her eyes shut to steady herself.

"Well," Allen said right before the pain was relieved, "I think I shall make it clear that if I catch any of you note passing don't bother lying, I can see right through lies."

Allen lightly tossed the note in the air and aimed his wand lazily at it. The note burst into flames and became ashes. The windows then opened and seem to suck the ashes outside like it was inhaling.

Ginny kept her mouth shut for the rest of class and as quick as possible gathered her things and walked out the door.

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In the direction of the girl's bathroom-that bathroom had caused so much effing trouble for her- she proceeded inside.

"Oh! It's the red hair girl! I remember you!" Myrtle's ghost swooped down and floated in front of Ginny.

"You seem well Myrtle." Ginny replied dryly. "Are you feeling good?"

"No I'm not good! Who are all the new evil students here? They are so mean! No one ever tells me anything here!" Myrtle looked angry and if she had been solid, Ginny expected her to break every mirror in the room.

"Myrtle," Ginny said calmly. "There are mean people in this world and they will not go away but…" Ginny had an amazing thought. "Myrtle! Can you leave castle grounds?"

"No." Myrtle looked like she was thinking back to old times. "I did once before but I was sent back here. I can go outside but I don't like people watching me."

Myrtle floated higher to the ceiling.

"Oh." Ginny scratched the back of her neck. She quickly came up with an excuse the leave, but footsteps interrupted her.

"So this is the fcked up room everyone speaks of?" Allen had just walked in and was now scanning around. "A pretty lame room but it served its purpose didn't it?"

Ginny felt a sick feeling in her stomach and placed her hand over it to calm herself.

"Not feeling well?" He actually looked a bit amused but she heard a bit of concern.

"I'm getting something to eat." Ginny started breathing deep.

"Lunch has not started yet. Close timing but still no food will appear." He was teasing. Allen started walking toward the sinks.

"Which one is it? Which sink that opens it?" Allen started looking under the sinks.

"Get away from them!" Ginny snapped "There is nothing to look at, besides you wouldn't be able to open it would you?"

"Oh I think it is possible. Not something I would try but I could." Allen straightened up and looked up at the ghost.

Myrtle had her arms crossed and a glare on her face. "That's it!" Myrtle pointed her finger at Allen. "Those looks! I hate that look! That look of amusement. While I'm suffering-"

Allen gave a loud sigh and snapped his finger. The noise of Myrtle's voice went silent.

Myrtle clutched her throat and started the mouth things but no noise came out.

"What ever you did, undo it." Ginny's hands were sweaty and her patience was low now. Seeing Myrtle cry was annoying because she usually had no reason, but now she did. How dare he do that!

"Fine." Another snap and myrtle was screaming, most likely because she had been straining to make a sound. He put his hands in his pockets and started walking out the door.

"Lousy git..." Ginny muttered. She sat on the floor and looked at the sinks. She knew which one it was. She wished she couldn't remember but no matter how hard she wished it wasn't going to get better.

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An effing note behind his back! How outrageous! She thought she could just chat with another boy in front of the class. The contract doesn't say she can't socialize... The voice that seemed to be his rational part of his mind was poking him.

Lunch had already started and Malfoy was in no rush to leave. As soon as he saw her step in he would give her a quick look and if she cared, she would react. What had that note said?

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Ginny decided to skip lunch and sneak into the kitchen later. Her brothers had told her how. It didn't sound hard.

Ginny had already dumped her books and bag in her trunk and left the room with her white shirt loose and her hair down. Keeping it up wasn't bad but she felt freer when it was down.

The pockets of her skirt were actually comfortable. Her hands were small but she liked having extra room for them to move. Walking towards the main entrance door she spotted Mathew Neker waiting.

The guards standing beside the doors looked bored. Their eyes were surfing around the room but not taking in anything they saw. They looked like illusions. They were half there, half not.

"Hey. Let's go." Mathew walked to the door and it opened. Ginny fallowed with her hands still in her pockets. She didn't know where they were going but the sound of fresh air sounded lovely.

The sun was out and the air smelled great. Wind was blowing her hair around and the trees were moving gracefully back and forth. Some leaves were falling off. A few owls were swooping down and flying back up with things in their mouths. Perhaps they are catching mice. She thought.

They continued their walk till they reached the edge of the forest, Mathew stopped right at the edge. Ginny looked back and didn't see anything.

"Well this is where I leave you. Sit and wait." Mathew turned around and ran leaving Ginny totally confused. She looked around and saw nothing.

"Ginny." It was a whisper but it was right in front of her. She started backing up but the voice rang a bell.

"Harry?" Ginny looked hard with her eyes to see what was happening but all she saw were trees, lots and lots of trees.

"Ya it's me. I have my cloak on. Are you alright?"

She felt more like screaming at him for not coming sooner but the last she needed was a fight.

"I'm alive. But a lot has happened. Where do I start?" Ginny sat on the grass and began telling the story.

How funny it would look if anyone walked over and seen her talking to a tree…

Finally when she finished she suddenly wished greatly that Harry would take off his cloak so she could see his face.

"Why would Malfoy do that?" She heard a scratch sound like Harry was scratching his neck.

"No matter what the reason, he did it, it's done. At least I didn't get picked by some perverted rich-bitch."

The next sound was a mix of winder hitting the trees and Harry's laugh.

"Rich-bitch is a good one." Harry said.

"What about Ron? Hermione?"

"Ron is hiding along with Hagrid and Dumbledore."

Relief swept over Ginny when she heard Ron was alive. "What about Hermione?"

Silence…

After a few seconds Harry answered. "Hermione has not been found. That's bad and good. It is good because if they had captured her surely they would have used her against us; it's bad because we may never find out."

A tear was the affect the news about Hermione had on her. Hermione was not the closest friend but she was a friend, an important friend.

Somehow she wished she could be in hiding with them. Why should she be here safe and sound while they were out running for their lives?

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Draco was walking down the steps towards the hill that led down to the forest and when he spotted Ginny sitting under a tree near the lake. He had an urge to sit next to her, and then remembered his reason for being too irritated.

If Neker had been here Draco would have been more than happy to teach him a lesson. Draco noticed Ginny was not reading a book or talking to anyone. She was simply sitting and staring at the lake. His heart softened but still had some ice attached.

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When the meeting with Harry was over, Ginny started to walk to the castle. She was on the steps ready to enter then changed her mind. She decided going back into the castle would just push her into more sadness.

Her eyes scanned the land then landed on the lake. Perfect.

She sat and looked out at the water with the shiny reflection of the sun. Somehow the sun seemed not as bright as before. The view was beautiful but it wasn't satisfactory.

Footsteps... she heard them and had a guess who they belonged too. She looked at the water and when the person was close enough she could see the blond boy's reflection.

"Having a relaxing time?" He asked dryly.

"Yes actually, a thrilling time." Ginny crossed her legs and put her hands back in her pockets. The pockets were comforting at times like this.

"What happened between you and the Neker boy?" Draco's question had a demanding tone. Ginny decided to answer honestly without expecting him to believe her.

"Nothing, we walked to the woods then he left." She said simply.

"What did you do when you got the woods?"

It was an easy to answer question "Nothing." But that answer wouldn't have been enough.

"Nothing happened. He told me that was where he was going to leave me." Should she tell him the truth, about Harry? She pondered what the affect would be. Would he tell the Dark Lord? Would he throw her out for being sneaky?

"You're not allowed to hang out with any boys. It's a new rule and it's going to stick." Draco crossed his arms as Ginny stood up to look at him.

"What?" She half yelled. "You can't keep me from being around other boys! They are everywhere! What's wrong with a friendship?"

"Friendship with girls is fine but friendship with other boys is not! Not when we are together!"

"You said there was nothing going on between us!" She was fuming.

"WELL THERE IS NOW!" He screamed at her.

"Says who? You're supposed to ask me!" Ginny covered her ears to muffle the yell that she knew would come next.

"I don't have to ask you." He said. He grabbed her hands and pulled them from her ears hard enough that she let out a cry.

"No more games." He started dragging her up the hill with one of her wrists in his hand. She tried to pull away but it only hurt more, she needed her wrist. Twenty feet from the doors he let his grip loosen and his expression relaxed.

The doors opened and he changed the position of her hand to a sweet hold. She fallowed hoping he would calm down on the way.

Up the hall, past the Great Hall, down another hall, past the paintings, and finally at the bedroom door.

The usual ritual Draco performed to open his door did not happen this time. The door flew open so fast it banged against the wall. He shoved her in and after they were both in the door closed fallowed by a click.

Ginny felt so terrified she was shaking. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest.

Draco took off his robe and threw it hard on the floor. His next move was walking towards her with a snare on his face.

"Sit!" He pointed at her bed. She sat on it.

"Not the bed, on the floor." Why the floor?

Instead of refusing she did as she was told.

"Get used to the floor because that's where you're going to sleep tonight." He bent down so his face was right in front of hers. "You're not going to class or dinner, your staying here."

She looked at his eyes then lowered her gaze down and nodded her head.

Without another word Draco snatched his robe and left the room. After the door was closed there were two clicks. That meant the door had just locked people out, it had locked her in.

A/N: Wish yall a happy valentines' day.