A/N: hey hey all! Tanki tanki to those of you who cared to review ! THERE ARE SO MANY OF YOU! (not) ( no body likes me *sniff sniff* well anyway- the peeps who did review, thanks guys. And if u like my stuff, I usually write orig. fic and poems, so check me out on FictionPress. My name on there is Blissful Death, but I think u hab 2 go through the directory to find me.. ( lol no one loves me! okay, any way. back to Ginny and Draco. Also, I want to thank Lee Velviet for letting me use her character of Alarby, from 'Ginny's Ghost.' She's really good; you all should check her stuff out.

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Disclaimer: come on, seriously, if I owned this shit, would I really be posting it on a website?? Seriously peeps. *shakes head exasperatedly*

Chap.4 terms

Before she saw them, their voices brought themselves to her ears, making her heart skip a beat. Not that she was afraid of getting caught, just they were unexpected.

Cautiously, she looked around the corner, where the voices were coming from- just to make sure they weren't only in her head. What she saw was Fred and George, Ron's older twin brothers, being dragged by the ear lobes by a furious McGonagall.

Both boys were trying to stifle snickers, and Ginny had the faint curiosity of what they had done. A quick survey of the Professor satisfied her mind. Her Transfigurations teacher had seemed to grow another head, directly behind her natural one.

Wanting to avoid unnecessary contact, she quickly levitated Draco and hid in a small cove off to the right of the corridor.

'Damn!' she thought as the trio stopped just outside the hiding spot.

"Now listen, Fred, George, you will both be receiving three weeks detention with Professor Snape, not to mention twenty points from Gryffindor!" McGonagall screeched, the secondary head simultaneously agreeing with her every word.

The twins' control broke as they both burst out laughing.

"You've got to admit it P'fessor, it was funny as hell!" George managed between laughing spasms.

McGonagall began to voice retaliation, but Ginny turned into the passage she had recently uncovered, which just happened to lead straight to the Astronomy Tower. Half way to the Tower, Draco began to show signs of consciousness, not much, just little noises, not much more than mumbling, really, as one tends to do experiences during night terrors, but signs nonetheless.

She quickened her pace, looking in both directions as she came to an intersection of hallways before continuing.

Upon reaching the tower, she allowed Draco to rest upon the stone floor, just as he awoke.

"What-in-bloody-hell-am-I-doing-here? Weasel? What the fuck is going on? One minute you just walk up and snog me in the hallway, and then I'm here?"

Draco had risen to his full height, which, if something hadn't changed in her, would have made Ginny cower in fear. But the voices were in control now, and the old Ginny succumb to their will, letting them twist her life, while she, a mere bystander, watched in horror.

She slowly crossed from the balcony where she sat watching the sleeping boy, coming close and draping her arms around his neck.

"Don't even try and tell me that you don't want me, Draco, people can't lie in their sleep. How's about you and I have a little - how shall I put it? - Fun? Anyway,"

She drew her self up as high as she could, but her mouth only barely brushed his jaw line. She spoke slowly into his neck, lips brushing his smooth, perfect, pale skin.

"I need you, and you need me, don't even try to deny it." She said as he opened his mouth to try and protest, but this 'girl' had too much power over him.

When she was this close, all rational thought ceased and she demanded his whole presence. "So let's make an appearance together? Hm? We can get the whole school talking."

"And what, pray tell, would make you think that I would be obliged to this? I could never be seen with a common Weasley." Draco clenched his jaw, but his voice remained controlled like none other would.

He wanted her, but he would never show his weakness. His wanting was the only reason he had remained confined within the walls of the Astronomy Tower. He couldn't have wanted anyone or thing more at that time.

The fact that Ginny was just toying with him and that he was in truth falling in love with the vivacious redhead remained blissfully hidden from him.

An instinctive smirk fell upon his features, though the time was hardly appropriate. Ginny stared coolly at him, she had expected this; it 'was' the essence of Draco's being, and so had prepared her hand earlier.

"Hm," Ginny came ever closer, (a/n: is that even possible? Fuck, they must be glued together at this point. *Sigh* oh well) pressing her self into him, taunting the man before her.

"Come on, Drakkikins, you know as well as I that you want me. If I'd let you, you'd have me here and now? Am I wrong?" as if in response, an unwelcome friend suddenly decided to... come to life.

Ginny laughed softly and Draco gawked. He could not have been more shamed. Now the rotten Weasel knew of her power over him, what in bloody hell happened to his so called 'self control'? The thought that someone was laughing at him never seemed to strike him.

"I guess I'm not wrong after all. Anyway, if you don't agree... well let me just ask if you would like to have the entire school talking of how the infamous Draco Malfoy had been manipulated by a 'common Weasley' as you so eloquently put it?"

So the girl did have a brain, hell she managed to outsmart him at every corner. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She was still an innocent, he was sure of it. Well, he would have his fun.

Slowly, Draco relaxed, allowing his arms to rest at her waist as he drew her even closer, (a/n: they must be one person now!) leaning down to kiss her, but she stopped him with a hand on his lips.

"I'll take that as a yes, but not now, love. I'm awfully tired."

Ginny shook herself free of his strong arms and turned to leave, leaving a speechless Draco behind.

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Draco was positively fuming! He let that little Gryffindor not only manipulate him, as she so frankly stated, but he let her deny him! She 'embarrassed' him! He could barely keep himself from running after her for revenge, although he didn't know what retaliation would be, exactly.

But the truth was that she almost certainly had a special little something planned just in case he did such a thing, so no, he did not follow her.

Instead, he sat where she had left him, wondering at the previously unfelt emotion of self-pity. The feeling was unwelcome, and he tried to force it out, but it held its ground. The girl would pay.

"I know what your thinking, Draco Malfoy." A voice sounded in the silent, empty (aside from Draco) room, making his heart skip a beat and him to jump in his chair. Again, he scolded himself for lack of self-control.

A previously unseen occupant now emerged from the shadows, and Draco found himself staring at another version of him, a kinder, softer version. At first he was startled, and found himself unable to speak, staring into the familiar face.

Soon the shock passed as realization dawned upon him; this was Alarby, his father's twin brother. Years ago, in his and Lucius' seventh year, Lucius had killed Alarby under the orders of Voldemort. Alarby had been a Gryffindor; he was kind and determined to defeat Voldemort, not much unlike Potter.

"Well hello, Alarby, haven't moved on yet, I see." The smirk, which had fallen off at his fright, now returned, all the more powerful.

"Why should I even bother? Way too much fun seeing my nephew get outsmarted by a girl, a 'Weasley' nonetheless. Anyway, don't try to retaliate, I've heard some of her plans, she likes to come here to think, and she'll kill you if you try anything."

"And why exactly should I listen to you? You were killed for your stupidity, not that I disagree with you for hating my father; I myself have come to the conclusion that he is a complete bastard, but I have the intelligence to stay out of his way."

He hated having to point out the obvious to a man of his bloodline, but he 'was' a Gryffindor, and they are a species slightly less substantial than the rest of the world.

"How idiotic can you be, Draco? Are you sure you're a Malfoy? I wasn't killed because of my 'stupidity,' I was killed because I actually treated Lucius like my brother. He hadn't always been heartless, you know. Anyway, take my advice. Take 'great' care when dealing with the young woman, she isn't as innocent as you all seem to think her to be."

Draco opened his mouth to protest his dead uncle's words, only to find that he had already disappeared, and was laughing at him. Anger rose within him, but he kept it checked and walked out to return to the dungeon, making sure to terrorize Neville Longbottom as he loitered in hall just outside of the library.