Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they all belong to the wonderful J
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they all belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. A/N: Hello everyone. I realize that this chapter is slightly shorter then the last, and I am sorry. I am also really sorry it took me so long to post it up. I had half of it done like a week ago and it was late and I was tired, and I lost the entire second chapter. But as you can see I rewrote it. =) Hopefully I will have the next chapter up soon. I have a lot of stuff going on though so sorry if I don't! On with the story!

Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 2:

Unexpected

About half an hour later Ginny awoke to find herself lying on a desk. She had a headache, and at first couldn't remember what happened but then it hit her. She remembered arguing with Draco.She sat up slowly, her head aching so much she felt a wave of dizziness wash through her body.

"Well, if it isn't sleeping beauty waking up from her beauty nap," said Malfoy sneering.

"Bite me Malfoy," she growled.

"Someone's a little grumpy."

"That's it, I am getting out of here," she said hopping off the desk. She grabbed her book bag and walked to the door. It burst open and she walked out. She stormed off towards Gryffindor Tower, somehow never reaching it. After about 15 minutes Ginny ran head long into someone.

"Hello Ms.Weasley,"came the familiar voice of Professor Dumbledore.

"Uh, hello Professor."

"Aren't you supposed to be in detention? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Come along Ms. Weasley."

Ginny was extremely nervous. She had never been to the headmaster's office, and she knew going there could be really bad. Was he going to expel her for skipping out early on detention? What was he going to do to her? By the time they reached the stone gargoyle, Ginny was terrified. She couldn't help but smile though when she heard Dumbledore say the password, which was canary creams. They walked up to Dumbledore's office, and sure enough Malfoy was waiting there. He didn't look too pleased about it either.

"Look professor, its all her fault," stated Malfoy.

"How is it all my fault?"

"You were the one who broke down the door."

"You were the one who provoked me."

"You were the one to have passed out."

"You were the one to have started our first fight in potions."

"You were the one who slapped me first if my memory serves me correctly."

"It doesn't. And you shouldn't have said all those things about my family."

"Now whos the one talking? You have insulted my family also. Calling my father a death eater."

"Well, it's the truth."

"Children, children calm down. No one is pointing any fingers," said Dumbledore with amusement noticeable in his voice. "Ms. Weasley, what exactly happened to make you pass out?"

"I don't know sir. I can't really remember it much."

"Can you at least try? What made you scream out? Were you in pain?"

Suddenly Ginny's face contorted in horror and she fell back into the chair behind her in shock. "Oh My God." Tears welled up in Ginny's eyes, and fell down her face freely. She muttered something that sounded like, "Why?"

"What happened Genevieve?" he asked softly, but kindly.

"Genevieve?" Malfoy asked confused.

"Yes, Genevieve Mr.Malfoy. That IS her name. Now Genevieve what happened?"

"I have got to go Professor. I have to find him."

"Genevieve you will NOT go anywhere until you explain what happened in that room."

"Professor, I c..can't. You don't understand. I HAVE to find him."

"Find who Ms.Weasley."

"You don't understand. I HAVE to go find him."

"You will not be allowed to leave this castle until you explain tings to me. You will not be able to, so I would suggest explain tings young lady so I can take these spell off. I don't like doing this Genevieve. It is for your own safety, and for others safety also."

Ginny got up hurriedly and ran out of Dumbledore's office. "Can I go now professor?"

"Yes, Draco you may." Draco left the office, but his mind was still back there. That was really odd, he thought. I wonder what happened to Ginny. Ginny? Why am I calling her that now? He thought about her fiery red hair and how she was so much like it. Filled with a little flame of fire. That's what she reminded him of. Fire. Her soul, her personality. Why can't I stop thinking of her?

He didn't realize where he was going and suddenly he saw a little figure curled into a little ball sitting on a bench in the hall. He noticed at that instant the fiery hair. It was Ginny. He could here her crying. He walked over to the bench and sat down next to her. She looked up but then looked away quickly. "What do you want?" she asked coldly. He lifted her head to look into her dark blue eyes.

His hands are so cold, thought Ginny. She shivered at the coldness of his hands on her face. "What are you doing?" she asked softly looking into his silvery grey eyes.

"I don't know," he admitted. " I don't know at all."