Author's Note: I've had terrible writer's block lately, and it's driving me fricken nuts. I think that I've finally gotten over this hump. Phew. Again, I'm really sorry about last chapter, but because I changed the ending, the rest of my story is now going to be more interesting. So, it works out for the best for both of us. Sorry again! And, now, here's my new chapter. I hope you all like it! It's a little shorter because it's kind of a transition chapter. Also! If you read chapter 6 before winter break, please reread it!!!!!!!!! I have changed the ending!!!!! If you would like to know why, read the author's note. Thanx!!!!

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Chapter Seven: Angry Purple

*~ Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling

I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Linkin Park, Crawling ~*

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The wind was hitting him hard that night as he flew through the darkened sky spotted with silver. His hair blew this way and that as his warming charm wore off, leaving his body victim to the freezing air.

He should have known it was wrong - completely wrong. He was not supposed to talk to her, let alone kiss her. However, that look in her eyes when she was on the balcony just brought him to her. He could not stop himself, and now he regretted doing just that.

He was lucky to pull away when he did.

Draco glided to his room atop the Slytherin tower and entered through the window that he kept open to let the noxious fumes disperse from the fire that his father started earlier.

That was another reason why he had to stop - his father. Draco knew that if his father ever found out that he had the slightest feelings towards Ginny, he would kill her without any second thoughts. *Snap* and she'd be dead, killed by that abominable curse. But, why would Draco even care? That still confused him. He thought that he had no feelings whatsoever towards the youngest Weasley, but tonight proved otherwise, for when he kissed her, he felt something like a tingling sensation running through his veins. He actually felt weak, and that's not a good thing. Weaknesses make you vulnerable, and Draco did not want to be vulnerable. He wanted to be respected.

But that kiss he had with her was nothing like any other. Sure, he used girls from all around the school for his fun little game of seduction (just to prove that he was still the infamous sex god), yet Ginny made him feel different. When he was around her, something awakened in him … a word that he never thought he would use. Ew, it's even gross to think about it! He felt … he felt (take a deep breath) … happy.

No. Draco thought as his left foot followed his right over the window's threshold. Happiness also makes you weak, and I won't be. I can't be.

Draco moved over to his bed, jumped onto it, and stared at the green silk canopy above him. He couldn't get involved with her now. It was his seventh year, and he would receive that damned mark soon. Although he would hate getting it, he wanted respect and becoming one of them would give him that.

Ginny would interfere.

And an interference, especially one as beautiful, smart … "No," Draco murmured softly. He swore he felt a headache coming on as his hands moved across his closed eyes to massage his temples. He seemed to be having a hard time controlling his heart for the umpteenth time that day. Something was definitely wrong with him.

St. Mungo's, here I come.

If he kept on thinking about that flaming red head, he wouldn't be able to quit.

Something had to be done.

Something mischievous.

Something Draco.

He would hurt her even worse this time. That way, she would never, ever speak to him again, and his thoughts would not be committed to her. They should be committed to his goal, the one that nobody could stop him from achieving.

But what could he do that would make her to never want to utter a word to him again? Insult her, trip her, make her life a living hell?

That might work, Draco said as his steel gray eyes slowly opened and an evil little sneer came across his handsome face.

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Ginny did not want to move out of her bed that morning as the red sun crept over the horizon throwing blood-like colors over her body. She was tired, dead tired and wished that she could just stay with her head in the pillow all day. Nice, fluffy pillow.

Then, that stupid alarm clock went off again, and not surprisingly enough, Ginny picked it up and chucked it through the open balcony doors and over the banister.

Wait a tic … why are the doors open?

That's when the previous night came rushing back to her - all of those feelings of happiness and bliss to be replaced by that sad emptiness that she felt when Draco detached himself from her. Ginny's mind went blank again as her feelings of malcontent and sadness overcame her. Sighing deeply, Ginny reached for the red knit blanket that her mom sewed at the end of the bed and threw it over herself. She didn't even notice that she wasn't under her velvet bedsheets. She almost forgot that she slept in the cold. Almost if not for a freezing cold gust of wind that came through her balcony door. Wrapping the blanket around herself, Ginny moved over to the doors to close them when she suddenly had a desire to see her nice little alarm clock broken in pieces. Ginny smiled wickedly as she moved over to the banister, hoping to see just that.

Nothing was there.

There were no alarm clock pieces strewn all over the ground.

That's also when she felt something's or possibly someone's hot breath down her neck. Ginny felt her body freeze and did the one thing that she learned from having six brothers.

"KKKKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Ginny promptly screamed as she turned around, kneed, and punched whatever was behind her.

The "thing" fell to the ground letting out a very talented set of curses that mommy would not be very proud of.

Ginny's eyes roamed over it from the Kenneth Cauldron shoes, to the Wizace black pants, to the long-sleeved green shirt with, to her surprise, her alarm clock in its pale hand, to the eyes closed in pain, and then, finally, to the signature silver hair.

Draco - the one person who she really didn't want to deal with right now. So, she stepped on him and then over him, letting him release another pained groan, as she walked to her balcony doors.

"Fucking bitch," he murmured through short gasps. "And here I was being the perfect gentlemen catching that alarm clock that you threw out the window." So far, his plan wasn't working, but that didn't mean that he'd stop it. He needed to insult her; he needed to make her feel even more like shit. Draco grabbed her pink pajama pant leg.

"Weasley, we need to talk … now."

"Fuck you." And using all of her strength, Ginny shook her leg loose as her eyes changed from blue to purple. This, Draco didn't miss again and knew what was coming since the last time he made her angry, her eyes did the same thing and she almost attacked him. He was right to be slightly frightened, for Ginny kicked him hard in the stomach. She looked down at him through angry purple eyes that changed to a deeper shade as every feeling of emptiness and sadness that she felt the night before washed through her again.

"Fuck you, Draco Malfoy. Just, fuck you." Her voice was shaking badly as the tears threatened to fall again. She tried to get through her balcony doors before they fell, but too late. Draco saw one slide slowly down her cheek as she slammed the glass doors shut and closed the curtains, leaving his bruised and bleeding self in the cold.

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Ginny walked down to breakfast that morning in her pajamas and bunny slippers, deciding that she didn't really give a shit about uniforms or showers. It just seemed too trivial now for her.

So it was no surprise that all of the student body, well except the snogging couples, turned and looked at her as she entered the great hall late and dressed in pink, a stark contrast from the black cloaks that the students wore. The teachers just kept chatting animatedly with each other, happy for the silence. Ginny walked slowly down the aisle towards the Gryffindor table as everyone's glance followed her, measuring her, wondering why she was late and dressed so informally with her night clothes and unwashed hair, which was sticking up on one side and tamed on the other.

All in all, she looked like she just walked out of a fight with blast-ended skrewt.

Ginny just stared back at those that she passed with evil eyes and flicked off someone who had the audacity to laugh at her.

Yet, as she moved to the Gryffindor table, she found a sight that was all too familiar but made her blood boil today because of her already angered mentality. Let's just say that what she did next could be blamed on Draco.

Feeling her veins get even closer to popping with every kiss that they shared, Ginny walked swiftly over to Harry and Hermione, and as if expecting them to stop snogging at her presence, Ginny waited patiently in front of the couple who didn't quit going at each other. Ron, on the other hand, was flirting terribly with Lavender.

However, Ginny's patience quickly turned into hostility as Harry began to move plates of food away from in front of him and Hermione so that he could move the top half of her body on the table, perhaps for … um … more leverage. Ginny's hands started to shake with fury, and she closed her eyes to try to restrain herself, but to no avail. She could not stop herself from what she did next. Her anger and resentment toward Hermione for taking the one person whom she truly loved last year and toward Harry for ignoring her and treating her like a little sister during her almost five years of loving him finally turned into rage.

The whole school was still staring at her as Ginny let out her fury in a scream that resounded through the great hall and most of the school. Lifting her two strong arms, she grabbed their collars and pulled both of them apart, slapping them like there was no tomorrow.

Ginny never noticed the pair of silver eyes that just walked in and watched the whole incident from the great hall doors in amusement.

She also did not notice that the teachers watched it either.

Her ears were ringing from her anger and her screaming as her eyes began to change to that eerie purple for the second time that day. And, even with all of her physical exertion that morning from beating the shit out of Draco, screaming her lungs out, and slapping two of the people she hated most in the world, Ginny was still filled with fury. She was angry at Draco for hurting her this much and making her release what she never thought she could, she was angry at Harry and Hermione for making her feel like shit, she was angry at Ron for treating her like a baby, she was angry at the whole school for being the shits that they were, and most of all she was angry at herself. She was angry at herself for being that little, innocent, sweet quiet Ginny that she always was. She hated herself for letting people push her around and thinking that they'd be her friends if she did their homework and acted all sweet and nice. Oh, no. Now, she learned. People were assholes, and if you can't beat them, join them. The new Ginny was not going to be all cute and perky. Hell, no. She was going to be a bitch, starting with slapping Harry again.

But, before she could, she felt a hand resting on her shoulder and heard her best friend Branden's voice bringing her back from her angered psyche.

"Ginny," he whispered softly, hoping that she would not attack him either. He never saw Ginny like this before, and honestly, it scared him. "Ginny, Dumbledore's calling you."

In fact, he was, for all of the teachers saw what happened to both their shock and amazement. They also never knew Ginny to be like this. Even in class, she was quiet.

"Miss Weasley, please come up here." Dumbledore rose from his seat with his half moon glasses slowly sliding down the length of his long nose.

Ginny knew she was in trouble, deep trouble. She knew that she buried herself in a hole that she would probably never get out of. How could she let herself do this? How could she let her self-restraint break and let her fury get the best of her? Ginny looked at her hands, the ones that did so much damage that morning, the ones that hurt Draco, Harry, and Hermione. This was not like her.

"Miss Weasley, come here, please."

Ginny rose questioning and frightened eyes up to Dumbledore's, hoping that he'd understand that what she did was out of her control. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't hold what she felt in any longer. Hesitantly, because she had never been in trouble before, Ginny walked up to the headmaster. When she approached the head table, she let her eyes linger to the floor to hear what she thought would be an angered lecture and a harsh punishment.

Dumbledore, sensing her anxiety, decided to whisper in her ear to prevent any more embarrassment. Kind, kind man.

"Miss Weasley," he said quietly in her ear with a voice that held wisdom beyond words, "I won't say anything to you here, but you must come to my office after breakfast. I cannot let this go unnoticed and unpunished."

He moved away from the frightened redhead and sat back into his seat at the table, shooing the girl away with a movement of his hand.

Knowing that she was going to be punished severely, Ginny trudged back to the Gryffindor table and sat alone at the far end of it that was closest to the Great Hall doors. She wanted to get out of there as quickly as she could.

"Students," Dumbledore announced. What? You thought that he wouldn't make an announcement? "What has just happened has hurt me dearly. It will not be ignored, and if I ever see any of this happening again from any student, you will receive a worse punishment than Miss Weasley because you have decided to violate this warning. Now," he said going back to his weird, quirky personality, "let breakfast begin." And with two claps of his hands, food appeared on the tables, and the students dug in.

Ginny didn't eat. She had no desire to, so she rested her head on the table and took deep breaths to calm herself down.

Nobody came to talk to her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Breakfast went by slowly for her, but eventually, students began piling out of the Great Hall to get to their classes for the day.

Time to see Dumbledore, she thought to herself. Ginny rose from her seat and walked to the head table where the headmaster waited for her. He promptly sprang up from his seat and led her to his private office. They walked in silence, neither saying a word to the other. Ginny was quiet because she was still trying to calm herself down, and Dumbledore decided not to say anything, sensing Ginny's frustration and apprehension.

They arrived at an eagle statue, to which Dumbledore muttered "Itsy, bitsy sugar-coated gummy worms." The statue moved aside, revealing a winding staircase that the two ascended to the office.

Ginny's eyes opened in amazement as she walked in, taking in her surroundings. Hell, the place was bigger than the majority of her home. Covering the red and wood walls were pictures of headmasters that smiled at her as she walked by them towards the desk that Dumbledore sat behind. He moved a red, plushy chair in front of it with a wave of his hand.

"Please, sit, Miss Weasley."

Ginny sat in the chair and closed her eyes awaiting her terrible punishment.

Clearing his throat, Dumbledore looked over at the deer head that was up on the wall across from him. "I know that I must punish you, Ginny. It's my duty as headmaster. I cannot let anything like what you did go unnoticed." Ginny just lowered her head more, feeling more anxiety as she waited.

Dumbledore rose from his seat and moved over to the deer head. "There's a balance, Ginny."

Huh? Why is he going off-topic? Isn't he supposed to be yelling at me?

"And," he continued, "this balance must be kept in equilibrium at all costs. It cannot be broken, and it cannot stay unbalanced if something tips the scale, shall we say. Otherwise, the consequences would be horrendous." An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Dumbledore finished his sentence. The silence was haunting, scary, and strange for Ginny. He wasn't screaming at her. Why?

"Excuse me, sir," Ginny said when the silence started to really irritate her. Dumbledore turned his head to look at her. "Why are you mentioning this?"

"I saw your eyes, Ginny."

"My eyes? I don't understand."

"They turned purple when you were angry earlier and assailed Harry and Hermione. None of the other teachers saw this, but I did. I don't miss things like that."

"I … I never knew…." Ginny looked at the old man and into his eyes, which held wisdom and patience.

"Remember this, Miss Weasley," he continued. "You are special, one of a kind to be exact."

"W… why?" she said quietly. Special? How was she special? She didn't feel like it. As a matter of fact, she felt like people and the world could care less about her.

"You will learn later. It is for the future to tell you." Silence entered the room again.

"However," Dumbledore said, sitting himself back in his swiveling armchair, which he turned around and around just for fun before he stopped it to face Ginny, "it would be unfair to the whole student body if you are not penalized."

Ginny lowered her eyes to the floor again. She knew what was coming … well, no she didn't, but she knew it wasn't good. "I understand," she muttered.

"You will not have Hogsmeade privileges for a month, and you will have detention for three weeks every night at eight 'o clock sharp with a prefect that I have previously chosen and have spoken with and will be arriving here shortly." As if on cue, there was a rapping on the office's closed door.

"Ah, he's here."

He? Ginny thought. So, it's a guy. Let's see … what prefect males do I know? John Tinkman, Brett Siler, Trent …. However, Ginny's thought train stopped as Dumbledore told whoever was at the door to come in.

Ginny swore and thought that she'd rather die than spend three weeks with him.

"Now, Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said. "I hope that you two can get along for these three weeks."

"I'm looking forward to it," the prefect replied in his deep, smooth voice.

"Well, I'm not," Ginny retorted as her eye's bore into the silver ones of Draco Malfoy, which were still slightly bruised.

"Now, I believe that it is time for your classes, the both of you. Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley, you may leave now, and Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I suggest that you see Madame Pompfrey about that limp and those bruises."

"I will, sir."

Ginny and Draco said nothing to each other as they walked out of the headmaster's office and descended the stone stairs to the outdoor hallway. Guess who broke the silence … yup, our favorite guy, Draco.

"So, Weasley," he said, "I guess we're back on a last name basis."

"Don't speak to me, Malfoy," Ginny replied, quickening her pace to get away from him. Fucking asshole.

"Ah, but you see, Ginny, that might be a problem seeing as I'm going to have to spend my next three weeks with you and I have the detention schedule."

"UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

"I know, and do you think that I, Draco Malfoy: sexiest man on earth, want to spend every night with you? You've got to be kidding me if you think so. I'm just doing this for brownie points."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Not wanting to speak with him anymore, Ginny ran down the hall.

"Hey, Weasley! Detention's in the second floor main hallway! Tonight! Don't forget!" he yelled as she sprinted away.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Ginny screamed as she ran in the opposite direction. Must … get … away.

Draco just kept on smirking where he was standing. Tonight would be very interesting. Tonight, he could finally put his evil little plan that involved the feisty redhead into action.

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If you love Draco, raise your hand! ::raises hand:: I'm creating Draco clones. If you want one, it's a dollar per dozen!

Author's Note: I know that this chapter really doesn't have d/g action, but it sets things up for it. Yea! So, I promise you all, d/g action soon. And, of course, Review! Review! Review! Toodles!