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Rated PG13 for Language:D/G Post Hogwarts/PostWar Fic- Harry killed Voldemort but was killed himself during the war. Ginny is left behind and has to struggles physically as well as internally with her love and hate. Draco is a leading darkwizard fated to deal with the greatest betrayal, when he finally realizes how she felt all this time, its too late. There really is only a thin line between love and hate.

Disclaimer: Well, I'm mucking around with JKR's world again! ^-^ Please bear with me! Oh and as a reviewer *thank god for reviewers!!* pointed out this is a kindof cross between HP and RK! The OVA's though, not the series... Hope I don't like mess this up royally!

A/N: *Sigh* Spring vacation is ending, so I think I might be able to get two chapters out quickly but then, it's probably going to come out slower? I'm sorry! Esp for the wait for this chapter, I wasn't sure how to go about it...

^-^ Thanks sooo much to my reviewers!! Tabby- Yup it's going to be a tear jerker...hpdancer92- Thanks! I hope you enjoy this chapter too!!! o.O- Syd, hey thanks for reviewing! How's ur vaca going! You know I'd know u if you leave ur trademark *idiot*! Roriemee-and-Reimiki- I'm glad you like it! You're right, if he knew she was Ginny Weasley, he'd be suspicious...So she's going to use her middle name, and a different last name which was close to her ^_~ Crystal- OoOoh you see it too?!?! Yeah I just saw the OVA's and I cant get it out of my mind...I saw that this was becoming what I thought was a cross, but can I call it a cross between HP and Rurouni Kenshin? I'm not going to use the characters, but I think the plot's going in that direction...With Draco, and Ginny's personalities coming in of course, and maybe not that ending..*sniff*..Thank you all for reviewing!!! ^-^


A/N: I reread the books for you guys but I couldn't find her middle name anywhere! So, I'm just going to use Charis which means "grace and kindness" in Greek...Hmmm her name's meaning might solve something in the end...If anyone has a problem with that please tell me!

-Oh! And Italics mean's thoughts, usually Draco's but maybe Ginny's.


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I wake up in the morning
Put on my face
The one that's gonna get me
Through another day
Doesn't really matter
How I feel inside
'Cause life is like a game sometimes

-Avril Lavigne in Naked


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...Without thinking, he caught her...

Why didn't I just kill her? Draco Malfoy grimaced at the thought as he stalked back to the Leaky Cauldron. As he entered, everyone looked up. He smirked. This must be a sight, I'm carrying an unconscious witch who's soaked...There's going to be talk now... "Floo powder." he snapped to the bartender who immediately gave some to him. Ignoring the murmers that had started, he walked through the door to the backroom that had a fireplace. Throwing the floo powder into the fire, he sneered, "Malfoy Mansion," and was gone.


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"Mr. Malfoy, we weren't expecting you back so soon–" a rather harassed looking witch whispered when he arrived.

"Helen, I need a room for ...for her." he looked down at the girl in his arms. Why didn't I just kill her? Those eyes...Have I seen her before?

"Yes sir, right away sir." Helen said. "Oh, and sir, you have guests."

"Guests?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Miss. Parkinson and Mr. Zabini are here–"

"Are they in the parlor?" Draco asked.

"Yes, they've been here for a few days now...They said they would rather wait for your business to end, when I told them you were out."

"Here take her," he said thrusting the unconscious form at her. Helen conjured up an invisible stretcher, and curtseyed before leaving the room.

"Why Draco you're home!" Pansy Parkinson cooed, when he entered the parlor.

"Of course, where else would I be when business is finished?" Draco smirked, Pansy really could be tiring.

"You know Draco, that made of yours is becoming really impertinent...Why don't you fire her already?" Pansy said, her face twisting in anger. Hmmm so Helen refused to do all your bidding...Well she was trained to only obey Malfoys...

"I have no reason to fire her yet..Thats why." Draco replied and looked at Zabini. "What brings you here Blaise? I thought you, and a group you selected would finally get rid of Dumbledore?"

"Well, we had a problem there..." Blaise said, and his face had a tinge of pink. Draco just looked at him. "Draco you know very well I would try my best. But the second in command, that I chose, Nott, he was killed. The night before we were to strike."

"So you stopped the whole operation because one member failed to protect himself?" Draco drawled.

"No, no, it wasn't that...Draco, it was who killed Nott, and what he left behind..." Blaise retorted.

Draco looked at him. "Was he marked?"

"Yes...there was a lightning bolt on his forehead."

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/?/Ginny's Dream/?/

There he was again. She followed him on her broom, above the rooftops as he walked ignorant of the fact his death was near. She watched him as he met up with Crabbe, and as they went into the Three Broomsticks to drink. She flew down as it started to rain, and walked in herself.

Ginny noted in contempt that even Crabbe and Goyle were being treated as princes, their every whims answered by those in the Three Broomsticks. She couldn't believe it...These were the people that Harry fought for, and after he got killed they went on with their life, appeasing the murderous side.

Harry had promised to return to her...But he didnt....For these people....Because of these people, Harry was dead...And with him, her dreams, and her happiness. Her eyes got cloudy as she ordered a drink, A Blonde Bombshell. The witch who took her order raised an eyebrow noticing her firey red hair, and Ginny just glared back through tears, daring her to comment. After a second look, the witch lowered her eyes, and walked away to get her drink... As she drunk, she watched the two slimy gits, as they kept drinking, and drinking until they were stoned.

When they got up, she did too. Tossing a few sickles on the table she put up her hood and followed them out, not noticing that she herself was followed.

As they were about to turn the corner, Ginny pulled out her wand. Her heart was torn, and her hand trembled as her resolved was questioned. She knew these two blundering fools couldn't have killed Harry, but they were living while Harry was gone... "Stop if you value your life, Crabbe...Goyle."

The two idiots turned around and stared at her, when noticing her wand, fear must've cleared their heads a little. Goyle blindly searched for his own before realizing what Ginny already knew...He had left his wand in the Three Broomsticks. Before Crabbe could even get his out, Ginny shrieked, "Stupefy!" They both fell, and Ginny walked toward them but stumbled as she could no longer see clearly through her eyes. "I'm sorry... But you had...you had it coming...The least I can do is tell you is why isn't it? I'm sorry, this is for Harry...Avada Kedavra." There was a green flash, and both were dead. She took her wand and pointed it at first Crabbe's forehead, and whispered, "Insigno." A lightning shaped scar formed on his forehead. She did the same to Goyle, and then turned to walk back to the Three Broomsticks, where she had left her broom. As she turned she felt her stomache heave, and threw up. Then she felt it...Someone was there watching her... She stood up quickly, and her eyes met the eyes of Seamus Finnigan...


/?/End Dream/?/

Ginny woke up breathing hard, and quickly sat up surveying her surroundings, it wasn't the first time she had a nightmare about the first time she killed. At first she was about to panic, as all she could see was darkness. Then her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she saw she was in a bedroom, decorated extravagantly, and that her robe was draped on a chair nearby. Then it came back to her, her meeting with Malfoy. She stood up, and quickly sat back down, as her vision went black, and she felt faint. She waited for her vision to clear, and then got up searching vainly...For her wand...It wasn't there. She sighed.


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"So, apparently the killer was successful again, you stopped the operation because of this petty inconvenience?" Draco sneered.

"It wasn't just the mark...This time he had left a message. Apparently, now the killer has focused himself on one person...That person is you." Blaise drawled back as Pansy gasped and fainted in her chair. Draco sighed and rung for a house-elf to carry her to her room. When he looked questioningly at Blaise, he just smirked, "She insisted on seeing you."

"What a bloody mess this is becoming. How hard is it for you blokes to blooming murder this wizard?" Draco snapped.

"Well, we're not even sure this is a wizard...here's the note left behind..." Blaise replied and thrust a piece of parchment at Draco.


/?/Note/?/


Revenge will be come. Nott was but another that got in the way. The next will be the last. Revenge will sated when the murderer of Harry Potter is gone.


/?/End Note/?/

Draco drew in a breath as he read the note. "Are there any clues on who the killer is?"

Blaise shook his head, "None, except that they leave behind a lightning scar on the forehead...This bloody git has already been the murder of half of our members Malfoy. And all of them were in powerful political positions..."

"Don't worry about it. He can't kill me." replied Draco with a feral smile.

Blaise looked a little uneasy. "Oh and about the meeting tomorrow..."


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/?/Draco's Dream/?/

He was standing in the rain again... He saw her, and as their eyes met, he felt something. They mirrored something in his. He saw her as she fell, but he couldn't do anything. So he stood there frozen as she fell onto the floor in the rain. Something had taken a hold of him, and he raised his wand, pointing it at the figure which lay unconscious he sneered, "Avada Kedavra." All was green.


/?/End Dream/?/


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Draco woke up, slightly breathing hard. What was it about that girl? She couldn't be more than a girl...No, she wasn't any older than him. He smirked. Then again, all the active members alive are the young ones anyways. He got up and dressed quickly in his usual attire, black robes, a silver shirt, and ebony pants. He checked his clock, and realized he was a little behind schedule. Bloody good start to a morning..I'm late...They're all probably gathered in the parlor again. He quickly strode toward the parlor when he saw her. The witch he had brought with him, was holding a serving plate in one hand with cups, and balancing a teapot in the other. He watched her as he took note of the details he hadn't the night before. Her ebony hair was up neatly in a bun, although a few strands had already fallen out, and she had tucked them behind her ears. What was she doing in that alley? Does she know that I've had her wand taken away? "What's your name?" he asked and she turned around in surprise.

"Charis...Charis Evans." the witch replied.

"What are you doing?" he snapped at her.

"Helen, in the kitchens said they were understaffed for the meeting today," Charis/Ginny replied and Draco stood there a little in surprise. "I want to thank you for last night," she went on surprising him more and if he wasn't a Malfoy he was sure he would have been gaping, but as he was, he just smirked. "I'm sorry I seemed to have been drunk. I hope I wasn't much trouble," and with that she walked into the parlor.


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/?/Ginny's POV/?/


After she had gone back to sleep, she woke up again as the sun hit her face. She got up slowly, enjoying the fact she didn't have to be alert...yet.... He's taken my wand, so he must be suspicious still...Oh well, if I can't kill him, the Order will be able to, once I can find out enough about them... I better play up the helpless witch...Harry, help me. She got up and went to explore her surroundings, and found a witch running about muttering incoherently about the meeting. Ginny sighed...Here I go...


"Um–" she said.

"Oh you're awake! Need anything Miss? My name is Helen, and I'm in charge of Master Malfoy's staff." she said.

"Er, not really. Um, could you tell me how I could help? I couldn't help but notice you seemed a little busy?" she asked.

"Oh nothing you can help with Miss, we're just a little understaffed now if you would excuse me."

"I could help serve–" Ginny interrupted to Helen's surprise. "Well it wasn't unusual in my family for the host or hostess to help serve the guests..." But before she could finished, Helen had taken her up on her offer and dragged her towards the kitchens.


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"What's your name?" Malfoy had said, startling her beyond imagination. Ginny controlled herself as she turned around and answered him.

"Charis...Charis Evans." she replied praying that because of the animosity between the Malfoys and Weasleys that he had never found out her middle name. I'm sorry Harry, I hope you don't mind if I take your mother's maidenname...It's the closest I can get to yours...

"What are you doing?" he snapped as she tried to compose herself. I'm doing my job that's what!


"Helen, in the kitchens said they were understaffed for the meeting today,"Ginny replied and watched for his reaction, but he just stood there. "I want to thank you for last night, I'm sorry I seemed to have been drunk. I hope I wasn't much trouble,"she went on. Turning she went into the parlor before she lost control of herself. Hope he buys that... But it wasn't coincidence that I was drinking at the Leaky Cauldron, and then fainted in front of you, you bloody arse!


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A/N: Well there's the end of chapter two...A little more background information...Not a lot happening...I hope the action will pick up soon...Thank you so much for reading, so please review! Please click on the button that says Go to submit a review! Thanks!