A/N: Another chappie out WAY, I know, I'm sorry. But I'm going to try to get these out faster! Better than nothing, I suppose. Anyway, we just have some disagreements in this one, and the chaos continues. Harry is such a prat, isn't he? ;) I'm probably the only Harry Potter fan who doesn't like *Harry Potter*. Let's continue with the madness, shall we?
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Ginny sighed, and flopped down on her bed. Harry was such a meddlesome little prat. Why did he always have to stick his big nose into every one else's business? She growled under her breath. She could've had more time with Draco.
Draco . . .
She had never really paid him much attention. She just acted like the good little girl, her alternate persona, just like Tom had said. Whenever Draco came around, she just left. The last time she remembered him talking to her was some time in first year, making fun of her Valentine to Harry. It had hurt her, then, when she had thought Harry had hung the moon and stars. It was bitter, and she had cried after it, not because of embarrassment, but because she thought Harry really didn't like it.
God, I was so naïve.
St. Valentine's day. About four months before the chamber. It was only a few days before she thought she loved Tom. To her, Tom was an untouchable. He existed only in her diary, not being real. Or so she had thought . . .
The power washed over her in waves, mesmerizing her with the darkness. The wall she stood in front of looked familiar. A brief picture flashed through her mind: a cat hanging on that very wall, around Halloween. She was barely aware of the words she was writing, so immersed was she in the feeling of the moment. "Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever." I wonder who 'she' is, she thought. Too bad for her; it doesn't sound like a good thing will be happening.
She blanked out again, one of the many missing pieces that had been puzzling Ginny for years. She never did figure out what happened during those many nights. When she woke again, she was at the foot of a large statue, one in the shape of a man. It was in a large cavernous room, like . . . A secret chamber. Ginny gasped. Where had she been taken?!
Calm down, Ginny, the voice said. She turned around swiftly. Standing before her was a boy, about sixteen. He had dark hair, and deep brown eyes. There was something about him, though, that struck a memory.
Tom? She asked, timidly.
Yes, it is me, he said, grinning. I've waited so long to meet you, Ginny. I never knew anyone like you.
Ginny could only stand there in awe. She was finally meeting him, the boy who had invaded her dreams and her thoughts for that long, lonely year. Her only true friend, and only true . . . love.
He walked up to her, and gently cupped her cheeks with his hands. And he kissed her.
Do you remember everything I told you? He asked.
She nodded. Everything, about the muggles, and the mudbloods, and what they did to him. They tortured him; his own father had even left him to die. All because Tom was a wizard. It made sense, what he told her. Muggles were horrible, evil people. The purebloods were the true victims. Salazar Slytherin had realized this, and tried to fix the problem. But he hadn't succeeded, and Tom was here to finish the job.
Do you believe me now? Tom was asking.
She nodded again. She did believe it, not only because of the evidence he had provided, but because he wanted her to. He wanted her to so bad, she could tell. And she believed him, at first only for his sake, but then for her own.
He smiled. Ginny, you're my best girl, do you know that? You're going to help me . . .
Ginny blinked the tears away. Oh Tom, just one sign. One hint that you still remember me. Please!
She got up abruptly, and strode into the bathroom. She scrubbed her face, waiting until the redness left her eyes. Crying is a weakness, he had told her that too. And she didn't want him to see how weak she really was.
She wasn't going to deny it; she needed someone. Who she really needed was her Tom, but she was willing to settle for less.
Gray eyes danced in her head. A pale, face smirked at her, insinuating fun. Draco was not Tom, no, but a replacement. And a pretty damn good one, if you asked her. Or him, for that matter.
She dried her face, set in her decision. She checked her watch: 10 o' clock. After curfew, and therefore too late to be chasing phantoms or lovers. It didn't matter which; if you were caught, it was detention and fifty points from your house. Not that Ginny cared about the points, of course. She just didn't want a detention to take her time away from Draco.
Wait until tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow is Sunday, seek him then.
She sighed, and crawled into her bed, turning her nose up at the scarlet coverings.
We really need to get some green in here . . .
* * * * * *
Draco poked at the scrambled eggs that lay on his breakfast plate. They squirmed and jiggled, dancing to the tune of an unheard song. He was pointedly trying to ignore Pansy's nonstop jabbering of nonsense, but so far it wasn't working.
"Anyway Drakkie, what do you want to do today? It's a Hogsmeade weekend, we can go down to the Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer! I bet we'll see those stupid Gryffindors in there, acting like idiots as usual." She gave a long-suffering sigh. "If only they wouldn't allow such filth in this school. But anyway, Drakkie baby, how's about it?"
She fluttered her eyes in what she thought was a suggestive manner, but all she succeeded in doing was loosening her false eyelashes.
"No" said Draco, his voice devoid of expression.
"Er, what did you say?" asked Pansy, a look of confusion crossing her face.
"I said," began Draco slowly. "No. It's not even a Hogsmease weekend, that's next week."
Pansy's face screwed up in anger. "Fine, Draco Malfoy! See if I ever date you again!" She stalked away from the Slytherin table, getting odd looks thrown at her from students throughout the hall.
"We dated?" asked Draco to no one in particular. It was news to him. Thank God it's over, I guess.
He poked his eggs again. They had chilled during Pansy's tirade, and therefore solidified. Damn. Well, I guess breakfast is over.
He suddenly heard a loud crash, and glanced over at the Gryffindor table, to discover the source of the problem. He looked just in time to see Ginny, hair in a flaming halo about her, storm away, and an equally angry looking Ron, who was being comforted by Harry and Hermione.
Draco grinned, his eyes narrowing. He got up from the table, and followed Ginny out the doors of the Great Hall.
* * * * *
"How could you yell at him! So he was a little late; he showed up, at least."
"A little late? He was an hour late! Because of damn Quidditch! My Potions test is Monday, what I am supposed to do? Fail? Thanks Ron, that's really kind of you!" Ginny's eyes were narrowed, and she was glaring across the breakfast table at her brother, who was glaring at her.
"So? You still shouldn't be yelling at my friends!"
"Ron? It's ok, really," said Harry, who looked a little embarrassed that he was the source of the problem. "She really didn't yell at me, and I did deserve it, since I was late…"
"No, she shouldn't be so snarky! And she should hang out with her own friends!"
"I don't have any friends, Ronald, mainly because you scare them all off!" She banged her plate down on the tabletop, trying not to break it over her brother's head. "Fuck off, Ron!" She turned around and stormed off, sending flames from her eyes.
I cannot believe him! I will get some revenge!
Thank You . . .
~*pinkpanther*~ (yeah, this is idiot!Harry. And I agree, any Draco is nice) Dazma (I'm gonna be on your favs? *BIG hug* Thanks!) Evil*Fairy (Not much twistedness in this chapter, I know, but there will be some SOON) Nalleen (Thank you! I know, this isn't really soon, sorry!) Swim Freak (Thanks! I lurve Evil!Ginny, there aren't enough of 'em) Coffee (Spark? Er, maybe that's an understatement. We'll get some flames soon!) Material Girl (Wow, they are in character, aren't they? Hopefully I can get them to stay that way!) Rayven Blackwood (I know! I can't STAND Harry, he's such a prat!) MochaButterfly (Thanks a bunch! Evil!Ginny rocks.)
Fingers crossed to getting the next chappie out soon! Please R/R!