A/N: okies peeps! I'm updating once again. This one is going to be a little graphic... not much, but still. Anyway... to those of you who did care to review (there aren't many of you () only 13, but anyway... thanks for the encouragement. R/R!!!! and a little something that I can't remember the word for... anyway, later on in the chapter I speak of Virginia and Ginny as different people, this is just my spin on it, I know they're one person!!

5. A Break Down... or AWWW! Poor Harry!

"Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me." Rage Against The Machine: Killing In The Name Of (album version aka dirty)

Harry sat in the long-since abandoned Transfigurations classroom, staring mindlessly out the window located behind McGonagall's desk. All he felt was loss, the loss of his parents and the more recent loss of Ginny.

He was at fault for all of it, of course, his parents' death, Voldemort always chasing after him and his dearest friends. None of it would have happened if he had died, like he should have, on that fateful night fifteen years now in the past.

Sweat began collecting on his brow, and he swiped at it absently, pausing to finger his lightning-bolt scar roughly, with hate.

"Damn this scar, damn this entire cursed place. Damn Voldemort of killing my parents, damn my parents for bringing me into this blasted world!" His voice rose to well above a shout as he stood abruptly, knocking over the chair and desk in the process. They fell to the floor and shattered, as if they had been made of glass.

Looking down at the broken furniture, he noticed a slight flaw in the stone. Nothing, really, he tried to tell himself, but his curiosity would not be satisfied.

Careful not to injure his hand on the broken wood in the process, harry reached down and ran his fingers along the faint engraving, clearing away the dust. Something had been carved in the stone, but he couldn't quite make it out.

"Damn these bloody eyes as well!"

He drew even closer, until the words finally came into focus.

'Lilly and James

Together 'till death (And Even After!)'

True. All too true. Some unbeknownst emotion, a mix of something between a lover's longing and a mass-murder's hateful anger, left him unable to speak, move, or even think clearly.

It was at this utmost inappropriate time that none other than Hogwarts' most beloved Slytherin decided to make his appearance.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Potter finally realizing that he was put on this earth to clean the splinters off the floor?"

This was not the time for Draco to start heckling Potter, but it was an all too good opportunity to hack the prick off. He couldn't possibly pass it up.

"Fuck off, Malfoy, I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now."

Harry fixed Draco with such a hateful stare, a pang of fear actually struck within his heartless chest. And with nothing present to muffle the ringing, the dreadful sound echoed, its resonance so high, his chest almost cracked under the pressure.

He almost reconsidered his position and left.

Almost.

Harry was still in the same stance-knees beneath him, propped up on his hands, leaning over the floor, eyes downcast on the engraving. He didn't see as Malfoy crossed the room, leaving the doorway he had leant against so smugly moments before, He didn't see the look of uncertainty that, despite his grave effort, resided in place of his usual one of disdain. And he didn't see the glance he quickly threw over his shoulder to someone who had taken his place in the doorway.

All he did see was Draco's legs as he squatted beside him on the floor, peering closely to see what had held Harry entranced. He couldn't help but let himself smirk and make another snide remark.

"Awww, Potter, miss them do you? Feeling a little guilty are you? You 'are,' after all, the reason you m-" Draco got no further, for Harry had gotten to his feet, pulling Malfoy with him.

"Don't you ever, 'ever', speak of Lilly and James. You are not even worthy to walk in the same shit or breath the same air as they have, let alone attend the same school as they did. Do you understand?"

His mouth was only inches from Draco as he deliberately spoke his piece in a venomous, controlled tone- a perfect emulation of Draco's. The entire time his emerald eyes were focused on the silver of Draco's.

"Let go of me Potter." Draco scoffed, shaking free of Harry's grasp. "You're only mad at me because of Ginny, because you know that you'll never get the chance to take her, to 'ravish' her. Oh, yes, I see the way you look at her. Only another man could understand that look."

He walked away from Harry, crossing to the window, taking a seat upon the sill. He looked coolly back at the man in the center of the room.

"I understand that look, Harry, believe me I do. But, I, unlike you, do not have to look at her that way. Not any more, anyway. Not with her willing to... well let's just say 'try' things with her."

He looked over at the boy, on the floor yet again, sitting cross-legged, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, shaking slowly. He began to rock slowly back and forth, muttering to himself.

"No. She wouldn't. You're lying, Malfoy, lying!" Suddenly he leapt to his feet, heading straight for Draco.

Malfoy, who had been expecting this, had moved away from the window carefully.

"Sorry to say this, old chap, but I'm not lying. Hell, who am I kidding? I'm not sorry; I'm enjoying every fucking minute of this. How does it feel, Potter? How does it feel to finally know that you lost something to me?"

Harry, at this point, was pressing Malfoy against the wall, an arm against his throat. His words came out gasped as he struggled to breath and speak.

"How does it feel to know she chose me over you?" This last part was spoken in barely a whisper, but it had the desired effect.

Harry grabbed Draco's robes, lifting him up and away from the wall. He then threw Draco into a row of desks, producing a domino effect as all the tables crashed to the floor.

It was at this time that the visitor shrouded in the darkness of the hall made her entrance. Virginia emerged from the shadowy doorway and crossed to where the two men were at each others throats-or rather where Harry was beating the shit out of Malfoy, his wand seemingly long forgotten.

A lazy sideways smile tugged at her lips knowing that before she would have been pleased at this sight for a different reason. She would be pleased because Harry wanted her. Now she was happy because Draco had succeeded in making Harry try to kill him.

She reached the two men, extending an arm down to Draco in front of Harry who had forgotten to swing once she had arrived. After he was standing, she took her place on his right side, pushing a stunned Harry away.

"Shove off, Potter. You have no claim on me." A smug look of victory, well suited for that matter, pulled at Draco's feature. He had what he wanted. Virginia Weasley was standing next to him; tell in the dumb prat, Potter, to shove the hell off.

He couldn't have been more gleeful at the look of betrayal on the boy's face, betrayal and disbelief.

"No, Ginny, Ginny, you wouldn't, you 'couldn't'!" oh, this was just too good to be true to be true. Hogwarts' golden-boy was standing before him- crying.

"Come, Draco, let's leave this prick here to cry on his own. I don't want him to bring us down while we're at Hogsmeade."

If the look on his face up to that point hadn't been enough, then surely the way Harry's legs gave out as Virginia leaned up and planted a kiss on Draco's lips was. Potter just couldn't handle the fact that he had lost her, this girl he could have had in an instant just thrice year past.

He stared blankly in disbelief as the pair walked out of the room-Ginny pulling Draco suggestively after her.

And he was left alone.

Crying alone is one of the worst things one can experience, so they say. Sitting on the floor of the empty classroom, looking upon the rows and rows of desks, Harry felt as if he would die, he 'wanted' to die. He had lost so much, and was sure to lose more by the end of the year.

Looking at the engraving on floor only added to is loneliness. The sure fact that no matter what he did in life, the reality was that he was always going to be alone. Everything he seemed to love was taken from him-his parents for one, and now Draco had Ginny. The loss was too great, to immense.

Harry sat on the floor crying for hours, no one noticed. Finally Ron and Hermione came and found, dragging his limp body back to the common room.

***

Ginny found herself leading Draco the dungeons. He hissed the password to the portrait, and it obligingly swung forward, eying Ginny hatefully as it did so.

"We're being naughty, Draco." Damn, this woman taunted him so! He had a feeling, though, that he would be getting what he so desired in a very short period of time.

"Yes, very naughty." He said as he took a step nearer, pulling her into him. "Doesn't it feel marvelous?"

He pulled her on top of him as he reclined onto a couch. His hands ran over her large, firm breasts, fingering the nipples eagerly. He vaguely wondered what if would be like to place one of them in his mouth.

She met his body part in question with hers, giving him a passionate kiss. He smiled against her lips-she was all his. Draco let his tongue run across her lips, slipping it in when she parted them slightly. She let out a soft moan. When he began unbuttoning her blouse, she pulled away.

"Not now, Draco. Not here, not if you don't love me."

She raised her hands to re-button his undoing, but he grabbed her wrists.

"Tell me, Weasley, what your bloody problem it! First you help me destroy that bloody Potter, then you bring me here and get me worked up, and then you give me a load of bloody shit! Come on, woman! Make up you're bloody mind!"

He was pissed off at being left hanging. This wasn't the first time, either, but he would see to it that it be the last.

"Do you love me Draco?" The answer was simple; he didn't 'love' anyone.

"Yes." What! That wasn't what he had meant to say! Who had been in his body? What could have possessed him to say such a thing?

"Good. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow, then?" Draco found himself nodding against his wishes.

Virginia laughed softly, but he knew she wasn't laughing at him.

"Save me a seat next to you, if you would. We'll make some people stare." She leaned over Draco to kiss him once more before she departed.

Draco was left alone, again, and for once he didn't find comfort in that solitude. The little Weasel had taken a part of him when she when she left, a part he didn't know he had.

Either that or she gave him something...

Pondering this he climbed the stairs to the sixth year dorms.

***

Hermione watched helplessly as Ron tried unsuccessfully to comfort Harry. The latter boy stood looking blankly into the blazing fire, arms crossed on his chest. She couldn't have what he was thinking, but she could sympathize with his feeling of loss, though not completely.

She had felt that way when Ron asked Lavender Brown to the Halloween ball last year. Finally he had come to his senses a week later, spewing apologies left and right. She couldn't help but smile at the memory.

"Harry, 'really,' you've got to understand something about Gin, she is hurt, don't take anything she said seriously. Don't cry over her." Ron, at this point, was all but throwing himself at Harry's heels.

The man turned on his once most-beloved friend now with a stone cold look of hate in his eyes.

"Do not try and speak for her, Ron, someone needs to get to her, and fast. Something's wrong, she wouldn't do this, as you say, if she was herself. Herself being the main point of that sentence. Something has corrupted her, I saw it in her eyes."

Hermione nodded at this, she had seen it too, when the young girl looked her in they eye and told her to shove off.

"It just got to be too much for me, 'Mione, I couldn't face anyone. It wasn't just her."

"I know, Harry. Something is wrong with her, and I think I know what it is."

Both men looked up as she said this, as if they didn't know. Of course they didn't, they were too dumb to remember what had happened fourth year, no one did... all too rapped up in the tri-wizard tournament to.

"I'll tell you later, I hear her coming now."

As if on cue, Ginny entered through the portrait, the newfound coldness present within her eyes.

"Gin, we need to talk to you." Hermione was determined to fend off the voices she knew had returned, the voices that had plagued her so badly during her third year.

"Talk all you want, I'll be in my dormitory. And no, that wasn't an invitation for you to follow." She turned from the trio, but Hermione was not prepared to let her leave.

As soon as Virginia turned, she got up, grabbing her harshly by the shoulder and speaking in her ear.

"What the hell, mudblood? Let go of me!"

"Listen to me Virginia, I know about the voices." Ginny was looking frantically, the real Ginny, that is, at the scene taking place. Hermione was talking to her, Virginia, also known as the Voice.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Hermione. There are no voices."

Ginny wanted to scream for help, but Virginia wouldn't let her. She was locked inside this body, hers yet not hers. She was scared, a distant observer watching a horror film made in reality, not on a screen.

"Just remember, Ginny, you don't want to go to St. Mungo's, do you? You have to fight them. Fight them off, Ginny; don't let Virginia take over completely. Fight them off, Ginny." Hermione let go of her, and she ran to her dorm.

'How does she know, Ginny? How does she know about me?'

'I-I don't know! Let me go, Virginia! Let me out!'

'You do know, you dumb bitch. You told her when I was gone, didn't you?'

'No! I didn't I swear. Just let me out, please!'

'I'm here again, Ginny, I'm not going back to that hell-hole you sent me to last time.'

"I'm sorry Hermione, Harry, Ron. I'm so sorry. I just can't do it anymore." Those were the last words that Ginny Weasley spoke. Virginia was here to stay.

Ginny was getting tired of fighting. She closed her eyes and felt as Virginia took complete control, and she was horrified to notice she felt relieved.

Virginia could handle everything.