Authors Note: Mwahahahahaha! I have returned! .....Anyway, I hope this is a good chapter, its about the third time I wrote it. The other versions were crappy, but so is this. Please refrain from killing me if its not up to your standards.

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I touch the mirror slightly feeling its cool surface beneath my fingertips; I hate what I see. But I know that the mirror doesn't lie, it reflects the cold truth. The full-length mirror showed the bruised shell that was once me. But it couldn't be me....

But in my heart I knew that the broken, bruised, and battered girl in front of me was Virginia Weasley.

I studied the marks around my neck and the bruises on my inner thigh and arms. I saw the scratches that I had given myself all over my arms and parts of my abdomen. I was in a cruel trance, I remembered each bit of pain I had received to have such angry marks. I felt like I was in a walking coma, or a body without its soul.

Like having a dementors kiss, only it was Harry who took my soul, and there was no kiss.

When I finally looked away, I walked to the bathroom door and grabbed my fluffy white bathrobe from its hook and slipped into it. Once inside my bathrobe I found myself leaning against the door on the floor. Hugging my legs like a small child I thought about everything as rational as I could.

Harry forced himself on me and I didn't bother to stop him.

No one besides Draco Malfoy, my professor, will ever believe me.

Professor Malfoy was the only one who helped me after yesterday.

He is currently on my bed asleep in an odd angle, propped on my headboard.

Mom will blame me for not telling him to stop.

Ron will believe Harry over me.

Professor Dumbledore will loose all respect for me

So will Professor McGonagal.

And everyone will look at me like I'm a whore...

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Draco felt cold when he knew that only a few moments before he had felt a warm body leaning on him, he opened his eyes slowly to see the dim light that shone throughout the small room. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't in his own suite down inside the dungeons. He stood abruptly as memory of the night before came flooding back.

He looked around for Ginny and saw the door to the bathroom was closed. He stood and made his way towards it. As he knocked on the door, he tried to push back the image of the broken Ginny leaning against the wall of the shower...

There was no answer and Draco thought the worst, he felt his pulse quicken and his breathing became forced. He found himself pounding at the door.

"Weasley, open the door! God damnit just open the bloody door! Please Weasley?"

The last part was said as an angry plea, he rested his forehead on the door for a moment ready to give up. When he heard something coming from inside. He heard her opening the door and he found himself looking into the tear-filled eyes of his student. She stood leaning on the doorway hugging her arms to herself. She looked the same as in his second year after the Chamber of Secrets, alone and scared. One look at her made him feel like hugging her and kill Potter at the same time. Knowing that she was still in pain he decided for the former and offered her his arms.

"Come here."

Draco found himself again holding the broken form of Ginny. She collapsed into him, wanting any sort of comfort and him being here, he was the only one that could give it to her. She clung to his sweater, and he held her close, knowing that she would fall if he let her go.

He heard her sniff before she spoke in almost a whisper.

"Please don't tell anyone."

Draco froze, and closed his eyes. He felt that this shouldn't be what she should be saying and that she was still in shock. He led her to her bed and sat her down. Kneeling before her he took her hands into his and spoke softly but firmly.

"I have to. You need to see Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore needs to be informed of this. I should have gone last night when I found you, but I was afraid that if I left, you would do something drastic."

Ginny shook her head repeatedly streams of fresh tears rolled down her pale cheeks. "You don't understand..."

"What's there to understand, you need help and support. Dumbledore will..."

"No he won't!" Ginny screamed, "There's no point in telling him because in his eyes, Harry could do no wrong and he won't believe me. There's no proof!"

Draco angrily pulled on her robe a bit revealing the angry bite mark on her neck. "Is that not proof enough for you?" He shook his head and stood up. "I don't know why I'm arguing with you, I'm going to go and get the Headmaster right now and make sure he believes you..."

Half way to the door he heard her voice, clear and to the point.

"If you tell anyone, by the time they arrive here, they won't find me alive."

He stood there, not really knowing what to do, looking at her from over his shoulder he whispered, his voice slowly getting louder as he spoke. "I have to; it's my duty as a Professor of Hogwarts to protect you. And to report this to the Headmaster and the head of your house!"

Ginny slowly stood up, determined to stand her ground, "Your duty, Professor, is to teach this is a personal matter that doesn't concern you."

Draco walked up to her, staring straight into her bloodshot eyes. "Like hell it doesn't concern me! You think that I'm just going to look away when something so horrible has happened to a student of mine, the Head Girl no less."

"As if you cared about your students, you yourself graduated last year, I doubt you could change so drastically to care about me. I'm just another Weasley remember? Professor or not, you could care less that this happened to me, you only want to get Harry in trouble."

Draco flinched at her harsh words, but he brushed it aside and said sarcastically.

"Oh that's right, I'm just a lowly little Malfoy, out to get that scarhead. I don't care at all! That's why I stayed with you all night instead of going off to murder Potter with my bare hands. That's why I've rescued you from the shower before you drowned yourself. That's why I'm still worried about your well being instead of grabbing my broom right now and going off to look for that stupid bastard. Because I want to get HIM in trouble! Isn't that right Virginia, aren't I just a cold heartless bastard who couldn't actually care about his students? A cold heartless bastard who is out to destroy Potter? Is that all I am?"

The last part he asked it in almost a whisper, his cool gray eyes boring into her own dark brown ones. She felt her legs give up under her as she let his words sink in. She was wrong to have said that, she felt like the worst person in world. Collapsing on the floor, she covered her face in her hands and started sobbing.

"I'm sorry, you must think I'm being ungrateful. But I just can't face what people will think of me when they find out. What my family will do to me when they find out...."

Draco bit his lip before kneeling in front of her and removing her hands from her face.

"How about we compromise? You let me take you to Madam Pomfrey and let me tell Dumbledore. But I convince him that it would be best to keep it quiet, for the sake of your mental well being. What do say Weasley?"

Draco brushed away the tears from her cheeks and her face as Ginny just stared at him with a trembling lip. Not trusting herself to be able to speak she just nodded and buried her head on his chest. Draco silently picked her up, he felt her hands instinctively grasp the front of his shirt.

It was still very early, and since it was the holidays, the few Grifindors that were still there, were asleep. He didn't know how he did it but he managed to carry her all the way to the Medical Wing without stopping to adjust her in his arms. Kicking the door open he walked up to a near by cot as Madam Pomfrey looked up from the rim of her mug of coffee. One look towards the head girl made her drop it on the floor and rushed to Ginny's side.

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I heard something shatter in the distance... but like every time I'm in a situation that I cannot handle; I've locked myself inside of my head. I think that this is why Tom Riddle was able to gain such a hold on me when I was younger... I had probably locked the outside world out when he took over my mind and made me do what I did.

This is what I did when Harry was on top of me... taking advantage of me... I preferred the calm solitude of my own head to the harsh reality that I've been forced to live through...

I let myself drift through memories as Madam Pomfrey fussed over my bruised body. They came whirling inside of my head like clips from muggle movies.

I saw myself as a little girl, with my little lilac colored dress, on Charlie's back as he came back from Hogwarts for the Holiday's specifically to be with me...

I could almost smell the freshly baked cupcakes that I helped Mother make for my twin brothers Birthday....

I could practically feel the cool water of the lake as my father taught me how to swim...

So many memories inside of my head, it makes me wish it could all go back to that. I was happier before I came to Hogwarts, but these stone walls have caused me nothing but pain.

Is Hogwarts cursed?

As far as I can tell it is...

Every year there's always something wrong, something that that gets people hurt...and twice its been me...

In a cruel masochistic way, I find it funny that the person who saved me the first time is the one who is causing me pain now.

Does Harry hate me?

Is that why he did this?

Is this some sick revenge against me?

I wonder what could have caused him to hate me so much that he would think that this was the best way to get back at me.

I doubt that I will find out.

I dare a look at my Professor; he is currently speaking to the Headmaster. I look away immediately, I don't think I could look at the headmaster at the moment. I'm sure he is angry with me. He's probably asking himself how I could let something like this happen. He's probably thinking this was my fault, and that I should have known better.

And of course he's right.

I should have known better.

I shouldn't have let this happen.

And that it is my fault.

This is my fault....

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AN:This story is going to take a fucked up turn in the next chapter, I'm not going to go the way everyone probably expected me to. Though this is a D/G, its not going to happen soon, it has to be gradual to keep you all coming back for more

^_^ evil aren't I?