Heartless – Chapter 2

            Summer vacation went by quickly. Soon Ginny found it time to go to Diagon Alley and get school supplies, as did the rest of her family, Hermione, and Harry. So, nearing the end of the month, they all floo powdered there way to London. Ginny loved going to Diagon Alley, although there family was usually short on money. She just loved browsing around even though she knew that she wouldn't be able to buy it. As they stood in the streets and waited for Hermione and Harry to meet them, Ginny's eyes caught a quidditch store.

            "Hey, mum…I'm going into that store for a minute, do you mind?" Ginny pointed to the store she was eyeing. Her mother shook her head and Ginny walked away.

            It was a great store, with brooms Ginny always imagined riding and cloaks she always imagined wearing. Yes, Ginny wanted to be a quidditch player someday. She was busy looking at the newest and fastest broom that she didn't notice anyone else. The brooms were all stacked up in a basket and she went to grab one. When she grabbed it, another person grabbed the same one. And who else but…

            "Draco…" She whispered.

            "Virginia" His tone was cold and Ginny couldn't blame him.

            "Hey…erm…how was your summer?" It was a bit stupid, but what was she supposed to say to a guy she accidentally backstabbed.

            He didn't reply. Ginny again, couldn't blame him. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened before…"

            "Don't even try to talk to me."

            "Draco...I never expected any of that to happened. Really…" Ginny tried to explain.

            "So…you never made a bet with the other girls of your house, you never intentionally wanted to win the bet, or get close to me, or any of that?" He questioned.

            "No! Yes! I mean…I don't know. You just don't understand."

            "I understand perfectly. You're the same filthy poor muggle lover and now I know that you're a bitch." He nearly yelled at her. A few people in the store turned there heads to look at them.

            Ginny looked at them nervously and in a low, but audible, voice, she started to explain once more. "It was a bet, I won't deny that. At first, all I wanted to do was win the bet and seduce you. And then things changed, I learned so much from you after that night in the classroom and then we fell asleep and morning came and my brother was going to kill you. I knew, there was no possible way for us to be together. I mean, how could I even talk to the worst enemy of my brother, my friend, and the boy I fancy?" She laughed a bit, but her laugh was obviously hollow and fake.

            "I thought you were over scar face…" Ginny didn't answer him. Draco shrugged and shook his head, "I guess you're right though. I mean, we probably couldn't even look at each other at school without someone suggesting something. But, that's not the reason. I know you too Virginia and I know that something like that wouldn't stop you. You're just scared of realizing that there's something that would be great in a relationship with me and you. And hey, if you think there's nothing, then that's what you think. I'm not going to stop you. We'll just go back to our old live right? Always running away…at one point you won't be able to."

Ginny again, didn't answer. Draco didn't even give a clue to what he was feeling and Ginny hated not knowing. He looked at her for a moment and then finally walked away.

Ginny sighed and after a few minutes, she finally went back to meet up with her family. Harry and Hermione were there. Hermione greeted her and Harry smiled at her. And for once, Ginny didn't smile back, nor did she blush, she didn't do anything with her mind too overwhelmed with thoughts of what the Slytherin said.

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So…meeting up with Draco wasn't all that I suspected. He uncovered a lot of deep down feelings. I wanted to believe that I was still in love with Harry, but he proved me wrong. I was a bit out of it that whole day, but nobody noticed. I would smile and nod when someone asked something or said something. I was unusually quiet. But, I was thinking. And I was thinking about one thing I didn't want to think about. I was thinking about him.

About how much I hate him, yet how much of what he said was true. I kept telling myself that I hated him and that he was the most annoying person in the world, and yet in the back of my head I knew that I was lying. There was definitely chemistry between us, but there was something more. And that something was what I was afraid of. At the young age of fourteen, he had the Dark Mark tattooed on his forearm and at the younger age of thirteen, I found myself drawn to it. Things were about to get a lot darker, especially since everyone had there own little inkling that Tom was growing stronger.

But again, I ran. Like I said, I was afraid and I was still young. I wanted a normal life and I knew if I did anything with Draco then my life would be a rollercoaster. At the time, I never believed in fate, but now I do. You'll see why because I thought that if I wanted I would be able to suppress any feelings about him, but fate brought us together. My actions would play a big part in it.

The whole year itself was pretty hectic. I mean, with the triwizard tournament as well as Harry being chosen as a champion. The months passed by and eventually, the Yule ball came. My first instinct was to ask Harry…of course. Well, things with him didn't turn out so well and I got a bit…well, upset.

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Ginny was finished with classes for the day and until Christmas vacation was finished. The school was constantly talking about the Yule ball. Everyone from fourth year and up began asking there partners. Ginny was sure that Harry would say yes to her. He just had too.

But, things don't always turn out the way planned. Ginny was going to ask Harry the next time she saw him, hopefully while he was alone and that was the only part of the plan that seemed to go well. She spotted him walking down the hall alone to the great hall and she called out to him.

            "Harry! Wait up!" She quickened her pace and caught up with him.

            "Hey there." He greeted her.

            "Hey Harry." She said, "Well, this might be a little strange considering I'm only a third year, but if you don't have a partner for the ball…I'd love to go with you." She smiled a bit nervously.

            "Oh, Ginny, I'm very flattered that you asked…but, I kind of was on my way to ask someone." He replied.

            "Oh…well, I suppose that it's okay. But, if you ever need a partner…"

            "I'll be sure to ask you." Harry finished the sentence. Ginny knew in the back of her mind that he was just trying to be polite. But, she smile and they went there separate ways. Instead of going to dinner, Ginny turned around to go back to the common room. She suddenly wasn't in the mood to eat anything. While on her way, Neville Longbottom stopped her.

            "Uh…G-Ginny…could you…I mean…would you like to go to the ball? With me I mean…" He asked her nervously.

            Ginny was a bit surprised and hesitated for a moment. Then, she finally agreed. If she couldn't go with Harry, she might as well go with someone else. That way, she would still be able to at least dance with him.

            She smiled and answered, "I'd love to Neville. Thanks for asking." Neville gave her a nod and she continued on her way as her newly found Yule ball partner went to the great hall. When she entered the Gryffindor tower, she noticed Ron sitting all alone.

            "Uh…Ron?" He looked up at her and he shook his head. "Ron…what's the matter?" She asked him.

            "I'm such an idiot." He mumbled. Ginny questioned him and he explained all about asking Fleur to the ball. Ginny began to smile midway of his story. Yet, she tried to suppress laughter. She didn't want to upset her brother. Plus, this was amusing considering she had been rejected as a partner as well.

            She tried to comfort him in the best way possible. Harry had just entered through the portrait hole and saw both of them. Ginny smiled as Ron explained to Harry about his unfortunate encounter with the veela.

            When Harry told Ron about what happened with Cho, Ginny suddenly felt very upset. Her smile turned into a concealed frown as she listened to both of the boys. She sighed and cleared her throat.

            "I'm going to go up to bed now." She told them both.

            "Alright Gin, see you tomarrow." Said Ron. She nodded and headed upstairs. She closed the door behind her and fell to the ground, yet no tears came.

            "Damn it." She muttered. "I'm such an idiot." Ginny hit the ground as hard as she could. She got up, grabbed a vase and threw it to the floor in which the millions of pieces shattered. She knew, it wouldn't get her anywhere but she didn't care.

            Just then, Hermione entered the room. "Erm...Ginny? Is anything the matter?" She looked at the third year strangely.

            She shook her head, muttered "Reparo" and watched the pieces of the vase come together once again. She sighed, "I'm going to bed now…" Hermione nodded as she watched her get into bed. Ginny closed her eyes with her face toward her pillow. And after much chaos in her head, she finally fell asleep.

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Now, that really pissed me off. I mean, hello, I asked you to go to the ball first and you turn me down for a girl who turns you down. What the hell is up with that? I didn't cry a tear though, because I couldn't. I hated Harry for being a naive little boy. I didn't hate Harry because he didn't love me. To be honest, I didn't love him.

I suppose, it wouldn't have mattered if I went to the ball with him or not. I ended up spending the whole night with a certain Ravenclaw that I met. Mind you, I was feeling pretty low the whole night. Things got a bit complicated.

I was upset. I wanted someone to love me. With Harry turning me down and Draco not speaking to me…I ended up with someone I had just met. The night started me down another long and troublesome path. A path that eventually led me to the one thing I wanted. But, I needed to work in order to get through. There was no place for emotions or guilt. I became cold and dead inside. I broke hearts, just to makeup for when my heart was rejected, shattered, and cast away.

After all of this, I started to not believe in love. It was just a fairytale, mere fiction written from storytellers and philosophers. I believed this with all my heart and through the whole time I went down this dark path. Eventually, something came along that changed me. But I went through so many trials and obstacles before I finally found out the true meaning of what love was.

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Ginny entered the Great Hall in black dress robes. It was a good thing her mother was good at sewing, or else the robes wouldn't look as good as they did. The dress fell nearly an inch above her knees with her doing. It was sleeveless and plain, but she looked good in it. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she wore a bit of makeup. She entered with her partner, Neville, and after a few drinks and a horrible dance, Ginny was ready to say good night.

She headed for the table that held the butterbeers and grabbed one. She popped it open and gulped it down. Much to her annoyance, a boy seemed to be staring right at her. She faced him and gave him a look.

"Hey." He said. He held out his hand, "Michael Corner."

Ginny took it and gave him a slight smile.  "Virginia Weasley, you can call me Ginny though."

"Yeah…I know who you are. You're one of the seven Weasley children. But you're different. You're the beautiful and only female Weasley…Ginny." Ginny began to blush and he smiled. "Known for the bet to seduce Draco Malfoy."

"Oh…that was just…" Her voice trailed off and she never finished her sentence.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked. She smiled and nodded, it couldn't be worst then dancing with Neville. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. As they danced, Ginny got a chance to look around the great hall. Fred and Angelina seemed to be having fun. Ron was obviously still staring at Hermione who was with Victor Krum. Harry was sitting next to Ron with a butterbeer while listening to him complaining.

Her eyes fell on a certain boy who sat at an empty table, with the exception of Pansy Parkinson nagging him. Ginny sighed at the thought of him. He looked up and caught her eyes. She immediately brought her attention back to her dance partner. They talked for a bit until the song ended.

She smiled at him as he gazed down at her. "Hey, do you want to go for a walk around the castle?"

"Yeah…sure…"  They both started walking out of the Great Hall. Ginny took one last glance at Draco and turned her full attention to the Ravenclaw. They walked around the castle and Ginny had no idea where they were going. They seemed closer to the Ravenclaw dormitories, so she didn't exactly know the place too well.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable…" Michael reasurred her when he saw the look on her face.

"Oh no…it's just that it's nearly midnight and I'm walking around with you, all alone. It's a bit…hmm…kinky." She tried to joke about it.

He didn't seem to laugh. "Ginny, I really like you."

She again, tried to joke. "Well I like you too Michael, in the less then half hour we've actually known each other."

He gave a quick smile and then moved closer to her. She leaned again the wall, eyes completely on him. She smiled sweetly as he moved in to kiss her. His lips purposely missed hers and instead fell to her neck. She sighed pleasurably and he grazed her neck. She could feel his smile on her skin.

His kissed ran up her neck and finally to her cheek in which he kissed his way to his target. His lips finally found her, much to Ginny's delight. He brushed his lips against hers and began to playfully nibble at her bottom lip. Ginny's arms wrapped around the boy's neck and she pulled him closer. Michael seemed to have found a perfect place to put his hands. One hand was on her back, making the kiss deeper, while the other was casually placed upon her thigh.

All emotions went down the drain. Now, she wasn't thinking at all. Part of her was yelling to let go, yet the other was tightly holding on. She didn't want it this way. She wanted to be with Draco or Harry, not some guy she met less then half and hour ago. But, she had never felt this way ever in her lifetime. It was completely…

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Erotic? Of course, I was a young girl back then and I had never gone that far with a guy. Pleasurable? The word I would use would be bittersweet instead. Frightening? Hardly, I couldn't allow myself to be afraid. What would I be afraid of? Sure, it was my first time being with a boy in that kind of way. But, I stepped up and I would say I did pretty well.

After a bit of foreplay, he eventually led me to his dorm. I don't think I need to tell you about what happened there.

At one point in my life, I was a hopeless romantic. I dreamed of losing my virginity at the most perfect time with the person I was insanely in love with, someone who was there through my whole life. I had always pictured that person to be Harry. Things seemed to turn out differently though.

I think that's when I came to realizations that love is not perfect. It doesn't matter if you get it on the first try or not. It doesn't matter when you find your prince. What matters is that in the end you're happy. What I hate is that it hasn't happened to me yet. I believe it's the end…but I'm hardly happy.

Anyways, I don't want to go off topic. Well, I slept with Michael Corner and I never really did go on an actual date after that. I actually began to avoid him. He was done. I had nothing left to do with him. I moved on to other boys. It kept my mind off of both Harry and Draco. I found that everything I needed in these little boys who claimed they loved me.

I never got sick of it though. Boys were my escape. I knew that so many people would be ashamed of me. If they knew that there little innocent Ginny was sleeping around, then they would definitely either give me a lecture or stop talking to me. So, I became very gifted in memory charms. But, the truth eventually leaked out.

And to the one person I wish it didn't.

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Ginny Weasley walked down to the library dreading the potions essay that was due the next day. Homework seemed to be piling up and she never had time anymore. She was either working on a potion or some transfiguration spell. She sighed and wished she never had to do another report for Snape again.

She was heading down the corridor in which a few students were wandering about. Suddenly, she was pulled into an empty classroom.

"Holy shit." She put her hand up to her heart. "What the bloody Merlin are you up to? She looked at the person responsible for her slight heart attack.

Draco Malfoy stared at her in the worst way possible with his stormy gray eyes. It was the look that Ginny dreaded. It was the look that made her knew, he could see right past the lies, the deceit, and the façade.

"Draco…" She whispered. She looked around and noticed, they were in there classroom. The classroom they learned so much about each other in. The classroom that they fell asleep together in. The classroom that started the star-crossed relationship. If, that was what you would call a relationship

"Virginia." His words were blunt with no emotion.

"…what do you want from me?" She asked, looking up into his eyes.

"I just need to know…" He began, "what the hell are you doing to yourself?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" She questioned.

He shook his head. "You don't think that I can't tell? You don't think that I know? You're not being yourself Virginia. I know that you wouldn't throw guys away like that. I know you wouldn't use people. Or do I not know you at all?"

Ginny became a bit frustrated and angry. What did he know about her? They spent one night together and that's it. Well, one night pouring there souls out to each other, but still. What right did he have to tell her she wasn't being herself or not?

"You don't know me. You don't." her voice became higher in volume, "You don't understand! But…you can't stop me from what I want to do. I found a new drug to get my highs from, and its not you."

            She tried to keep her voice steady, but with no avail. He walked closer to her, wondering why he was doing this. Why was she so important? He didn't know. He didn't care. It was just something about her that drew him to her. So, he took his chances.

            Draco put his arms around the girl. He didn't know where it would go and he could careless. Right now, it was just him and her. He heard her mumble something into his chest.

            "Speak up." He told her.

            She took her head away from his chest, much to Draco's displeasure, and looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I love Harry. I love Harry, not you. I want to be with Harry."

            He pulled her head back down to its comfortable space. "Right, and that's why you're here with me and not Potter. And that's why I know everything about you. I always wondered why you spent time with me and know I know. It's all because of Potter. Hmph, the boy doesn't know what he's missing."

            "You know that we can't be together…" She mumbled again.

            "Why not?"

            "Because…"

            He gave out a laugh. "Well that's a valid answer…"

            "Because you're you and I'm me."

            "I thought we already went over this." He said, "Back in the quidditch store."

            "It's true." She said simply.

            He disagreed, "No it's not. What does it matter what they thing?"

            She shook her head, "I didn't mean that."

            He raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean then."

            She didn't answer at first. She collected her thoughts. "I meant that when the war comes, and we all know it's going to, we're going to be fighting on the opposite sides."

            "Like hell I'm going to be fighting with he-who-must-not-be-named."

            "Well, I know that…but I just mean," She sighed, "You have the dark mark on your forearm and whether you like it or not, you're father, not to mention Tom is going to believe that you're fighting on there side. So, either you run away or let them know that you aren't fighting on there side and you know that that's going to get you killed."

            Draco didn't answer her. He just gave a deep sigh that told Ginny that he knew she was right and he didn't like it, at all.

            There was a moments silence between them. Then, Draco spoke up. "Why do you call him that?" He asked.

            "What…do you mean?" She replied.

            He restated his question, "Why do you call him Tom?"

            She thought this over for a moment. She wondered why she called him Tom. After the chamber of secrets, she never really noticed it. "Well, I suppose it's just a habit."

            "Is it true?" he asked, "All the rumors of the Chamber of Secrets."

            She nodded. "It matters what rumors your talking about. I did open the chamber, strangle roosters, write messages on the walls, but I was being controlled by him. Its not like its something I'm proud of. I could have killed someone. Why do you want to know anyway?"

            He shrugged, "It's just intriguing."

            "Whatever." She mumbled. In a much clearer voice, she told him, "I don't care if I intrigue you because there are millions of other boys who are intrigued with me and you aren't any different!"

            "What happened to you Virginia? Why are you acting the way you are." His tone got more serious. Ginny knew, he wanted answers, but would she be able to give them to him? Would he accept them? Would she know what to say? He pulled away from her and sat on one of the desks.

            "I…don't know." She took a seat on the floor.

            "Of course you do! You have to. 'I don't know' isn't a good enough answer!"

            "Well what is a good enough answer!? That's the truth Draco. I don't know what to tell you! What do you want to know? Where do I start…?" She shook her head.

            "Tell me whatever…tell me anything…"

            Her voice came in a hoarse whisper, "I hate you."

            "I think I already knew that." He said with a smirk.

            "I'm glad you find this amusing, but I don't. I hate you. You have no right to have the need to know anything about me…"

            He stood up. "You're mistaken. I already know everything about you. Remember, I actually listened when you talked that night. What I still need to know is why it doesn't all fit?! What's with the change?"

            She stood her ground. "I don't have to tell you anything…"

            "Yes you do!" He yelled, "You have to tell me because I told you everything about me and you backstabbed me! I thought you gave a crap about my life and you don't!"

            "I told you I was sorry! I didn't mean to…" Ginny pulled her knees to her chest and began to cry. Draco shook his head and started for the door.

            "Whatever. It doesn't bloody matter. Screw it." He turned his back on her, "And Virginia, don't cry it makes you look weak."

            She didn't stop crying. She wanted him to leave, but she didn't hear his footsteps. She looked up his way. He seemed to be hiesitating and she wondred why.

            Draco looked at her. She looked pathetic. He shook his head, but before he left he turned back to her. He put his hand into his robe pocket and took something out and dropped it to the floor

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to discard the evidence?" He asked her, although she wasn't exactly sure what he meant. He took one last look at it and headed out of the classroom.

            Ginny looked from the door to what seemed to be a black cloak on the floor. When she was sure Draco was gone, she scrambled to the discarded object.

            She looked at what seemed to be a second hand robe. The material and feel was quite familiar. She unfolded it and on the left side was a red and gold badge with a lion. It indicated that the robe belonged to a Gryffindor, a certain Gryffindor. And she understood.

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I always wondered what happened to that robe after the night we fell asleep in the empty classroom. I always thought that one of the house elves picked it up and never returned it. But, then Draco gave it to me and showed me so much. If I wasn't mistaken, then I would think that he cared about me. He might not have loved me, but he cared enough to give me back my robe. I thought about him a lot after that.

Even though I knew Draco was upset with me, I didn't stop what I was doing. That is, until I had a talk with one of the most unlikely of people.

At the time, I had simple rules in what I was doing. They were the following: never fall in love (obviously), always use a memory charm (no problem there), never get caught (that was what empty closets and classrooms were for), and never sleep with a Gryffindor (didn't want Ron to know, now did we?). I was able to follow all those rules and never get caught, with the exception of Draco.

But I became careless and then there was what we call a lecture. Nevertheless, it got to me.

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Ginny Weasley sat at the library reading a book that was supposed to tell her how to make a successful hair coloring potion. Instead, she became distracted. She leaned against her chair with her legs propped on the table as students began to eye her suspiciously. It wasn't the majority of the library, though. It was just a few people. And she knew why.

She became careless after the talk with Draco and instead, her mind always wandered to him. Unfortunately, she totally forgot to use a memory charm on that Ravenclaw the other day. She sighed. It was no use now, he must have had told half the school already, or at least half his house.

She shut her book and planned to leave.

He stopped her. "I know what you're doing."

Ginny looked up. "Hey," She smiled innocently, "Neville…"

He stood infront of the table with a look that wasn't all that happy. "Don't do that."

"What?" She questioned.

"Don't act like that." He replied.

What was with these people, thought Ginny. Were they allowed to tell her how to act? No! It was her life, they should just mind there bloody business. "Don't act like what, exactly?"

"Don't act like you have no respect for yourself." He shot at her. That was different, Ginny mused, especially for Neville. She didn't say anything. He continued, "Why are you doing this Ginny? It's not like you."

"You people think you're so smart, don't you?" He gave her a questioning look, "You think you know everything! Every detail, every feeling, of every person. Well guess what! You don't! So, don't go around thinking you know me because if you're questioning me about it then obviously you don't!" Her voice was a little too loud. A few people turned to look at them.

"Fine, maybe I don't know you the way I thought I did, but I know what's good for you and this isn't it." Neville lowered his voice and hoped Ginny would do the same.

She did, but in a more dangerous tone. "So what, are you going to try and stop me? Because you aren't going to be able to…"

He didn't say anything for a moment. He seemed to need time to think about that one. Finally, he came up with an answer, "No. I'm not going to stop you. I know I won't be able to. But, I'm telling your brother and he'll decide what to do with you."

"You can't." Ginny stood up from her table.

"I have too."

"No." She said bluntly. Her hand found her way to her robe pocket and her she fingered her wand for a moment. One memory charm and everything will be fine. She took her wand out, keeping it out of Neville's sight for now.

He seemed to read her mind. "I know you wouldn't do that to me." Her fingers dropped the wand. She stared at him unbelievably. "You know you're like a sister to me. I just want to help you, but I know…you aren't a little girl anymore. You can think for yourself, you don't need people protecting you everywhere you go. But the people who care about you the most have the right to know and you are old enough to understand that I am ashamed of you and others will be too."

"I don't care what people think of me." She whispered.

"Believe what you want." He said simply. Then, he turned away and left the library.

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And I let him leave the library with his full memory. I had gotten soft and I knew it. But, he made a lot of sense. The one thing I was afraid of was having to face Ron. I knew that he wasn't lying when he said he was going to tell him. So, I didn't go back to common room until around midnight.

I spent the whole day thinking to myself. Neville's words made me feel sick to my stomach. I didn't want to feel like that anymore. I didn't want to lie and I didn't want to take away peoples memories anymore. And then I felt that I didn't want to hide anything anymore. I knew I would be able to face Ron and tell him the truth.

Or at least that was what I thought.

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Ginny tiredly walked to the portrait of the fat lady and after giving the password she walked into the common room. She was ready to fall into her bed and go to sleep. But, much to her dismay, she found a furious Ron pacing around as well as Harry and Hermione sitting and staring at him going back and forth.

"Virginia Weasley!" He yelled when he noticed her come into the room. He immediately stopped pacing.

She yawned, "Can we save it for tomorrow?"

"No! We can not save it for tomorrow!"

Ginny took a seat next to Harry. "Fine, what do you want dear brother?"

Ron was red with anger, "Oh, don't you dare 'dear brother' me!" He seemed to have a hard time getting his words out. "I can't believe you! You! Of all people! My little baby sister!"

'I'm only a year younger then you…" She pointed out.

"Don't get smart on me! You have no idea what kind of trouble you're in!"

"Amuse me Ronald." She was actually having a bit of fun.

"Argh! Why would you do something like that!? Don't you have any self respect?" He questioned her.

Ginny didn't answer. She often found herself wondering why she slept with meaningless guys. She fulfilled every guys fantasy, but she ended up with nothing.

Harry spoke. "Was it because of me? Because I didn't take you to the ball?" She stayed quiet. Instead, she thought to herself. Was it because of Harry? No…it wasn't. It wasn't about him. It was about the other boy.

"Is it about Malfoy?" asked Hermione. It was like she read her mind. But yes, thought Ginny, it was about Draco. Everything was about Draco nowadays and no matter how much she tried to hide it, it was all about him.

"Why would it be about that prat!?" Ron directed toward Hermione.

She shrugged. "I don't know…I was just guessing. Maybe something happened between them."

"Did something happen between you guys?" Harry asked after Ginny's silent answer.

Yes, something happened between them. The bet, the dark mark, the talks, the classrooms…his touch. How she longed for them and yet, she knew it wouldn't happen. She knew it couldn't happen.

"Well?" Urged her brother.

She looked up at them, breaking away from her thoughts. "No…of course nothing happened with him…"

"Of course, we knew you were smarter then that." Ginny almost thought Ron wasn't angry. But, he still had some shouting in him. "So why did you do it Gin? Why are you acting this way? It's not like you."

That was the one thing that made Ginny angry. She stood up. "What do you know about me?"

"I know everything about you! I've known you since you were born!" He yelled. Hermione and Harry just sat there, watching the two siblings.

"You have no clue to what I've been through! You don't know what I'm feeling, what upsets me, what makes me happy. You don't know my dreams, my fears, nothing! You don't know anything, Ron." Only he does…she thought to herself.

"Maybe I don't, but I know the way you should behave! And acting like a bloody slut all the time isn't what I would call good behavior!"

That was it, she had enough. She smacked her palm right across her brother's face. "Don't ever call me anything again. Don't ever disrespect me again." She said in a low tone.

Ron rubbed his face. "The only one that's disrespecting you is yourself."

Ginny shook her head, "Go to hell Ron." She turned to leave.

On her way out she heard him yell, "Expect to receive a howler soon because don't think I'm not telling mum!!!"

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So, I got a little lecture from Neville, some shouting from Ron, an assumption from Harry and Hermione, but none of that would prepare me for what was coming. I suppose there's a reason you aren't allowed to go wandering the halls in the dead of the night. Well, I didn't really care at the time. It was a bit frightening…but what it brought me was the best thing ever.

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Ginny sat in 'their' classroom thinking things over. What the hell did she get herself into? No one had any idea what she was going through. They had no idea what she's been going through ever since her first year at Hogwarts. Everyone…but Draco. She sighed out loud at the thought of him.

She was hopeless. It was just like when she had a crush on Harry. Always thinking about him and praying there was chance they would someday be together. But she had to believe, somehow this was different. And there was a big difference. Before, it was Harry. Now, it was Draco. That was a very big difference.

But what was the use of just thinking about it? That would get her nowhere. No, she needed to do something about it. But what? Draco was probably the most stubborn person in the world.

"Screw this." She muttered as she jumped down from the top of the desk she was sitting on. She fastened her robe firmly and put up her hood and left the classroom.

Ginny walked around for what seemed to be twenty minutes and realized, she had no idea where she was going. The halls were dark and she was getting a bit freaked out. She took out her wand and whispered, "Lumos."

She turned the corner and without warning, felt herself being grabbed. She gripped her wand, only to have it swiped away. Her screams were muffled by a hand and she felt herself being dragged. After about five minutes of walking it seemed they had reached there destination. They entered a room and she was thrown against a desk.

"What the hell!?" She screamed as soon as she was free. Her head was aching. She looked around at her surroundings. She was in an empty classroom. Don't they ever lock these things!? She thought to herself.

"I like it when she screams." Said a male voice. She turned around. A boy, a few years older then her, tall, well built, was sitting on the desk she was thrown into. She didn't recognize him.

Her captor walked closer the him. "It's very amusing if I do say so myself."

"What in merlin's beard are you two playing at?" She stood up, ready to leave, only to be grabbed by her original captor. "Damn it!" She cursed at them.

"Now, now…don't act like that." The boy on the desk stood up and walked closer to her. He traced his finger against her jaw line. "What I want to know…is why you're always nailing Hogwarts boys. We're ten times better then them…" He smirked.

Her eyes widened. "You're…Dumstrang?"

"Surprise, surprise. Well, there's no need to be frightened. We just want to take you back to our ship and have a little fun."

"Get the hell away from me!" She screamed. They put a silencing charm on her and dragged her away. Damn, thought Ginny, what now?

They were dragging her around and laughing when she spotted someone in the dark. She tried to scream, but no voice emitted from her throat. The boys seemed to notice it as well.

"Who's there?" One called out. He stepped ahead of them. The shadow came closer. The boy pulled out his wand.

"What are you doing here?" It called out as it stepped out of the darkness.

"Draco!" Ginny tried to call him, but she knew it was hopeless.

The Dumstrang smiled wickedly, "Just having a bit of fun. I think you know the little Weasley. You've probably slept with her. We just want our share." Ginny was disgusted.

"There's a reason she never slept with you Dumstrang. First of all, you're ugly. Second of all, I doubt you have anything to contribute with something so…small." He smirked, "And third of all, everyone knows that you Dumstrang aren't straight."

"Why you!" He pointed his wand at him.

Draco held up his hands in defense. "But hey, you do whatever you want. I could care less."

"No!" Ginny yelled. The silencing charm had worn off.

Both of the Dumstrang boys smiled. Her captor spoke, "I've heard a lot about you Malfoy's. Mostly bad…but, I'm starting to like you."

"Let me just point out the third of all reason again…" He began.

"Just leave now!" Interrupted one of the boys. Draco shrugged and turned away. Ginny felt tears welling up in her eyes. He can't….just walk away. She saw Draco disappear in the dark and she felt her life breaking apart.

The boys turned around to leave once again. Ginny thought it was over, there was no use trying to escape now. She had just about given up all hope whatsoever when in the night she heard the voice. "Stupefy."

Her captor fell to the ground and she was free. She stumbled to the floor and looked up. Her hero was no where in site.

The other boy was still there. He grabbed her tightly and kicked his friend. "Get up!"

She heard it again. "Stupefy." This time, the other boy lost consciousness and she was free from both of her captures. She turned to face them with her hands on her hips.

"Pathetic…really, pathetic." She gave both of them kicks to the stomach and smiled pleasantly to herself. Ginny was about to go straight to common room, when she was hugged from behind. She screamed.

"Jumpy aren't you, Virginia?" Teased Draco.

She gave out a sigh of relief. "Damn you, don't do that. First you leave me alone thinking I was about to be raped and now you're giving me heart attacks!"

He chuckled, "I would never leave you like that."

Her eyes brightened up at his words. "Really?" She asked.

He was about to answer her, but they were interrupted. "Who's there?"

"Shit." He muttered, "Its Filch. Let's go." He let go of her and grabbed her arm. They ran into an empty classroom and waited until his footsteps died away.

Ginny giggled. "So, you were saying?"

"Hmm….what was I saying?"

"How you would never leave me? Is it true?" She asked.

He thought on this for a second. What was his relationship with the young Weasley? What made her so special? "As long as you don't leave me."

"I'd never leave you." She whispered breathlessly, "Not after everything we've been through."

"And everything we'll go through." He added. She nodded. It would be a tough road to travel on, but in the end it would be worth it. Or at least she hoped so.

            Ginny leaned against the wall and Draco leaned closely towards her. She smiled, it was all too perfect. He dipped his head to reach hers and there lips met. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco was playfully running his hand through her hair. He backed up into a desk and she followed. She chuckled as he lifted her up onto the desk.

            He teased her with kisses down her neck. Her robe fell to the ground, as did his. Draco took his black shirt over his shoulders and discarded it to the floor. Ginny eyed the dark mark on his arm and placed her hand over it with her other hand residing on his chest. She brought her lips to his telling him she didn't care. She wanted him and she didn't care if he was a death eater or if he followed Tom. What mattered was them, together.

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            So, I slept with him and after that I never wanted to sleep with anyone but him.

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A/N: Done! Whew! I just want to say that this is STRICTLY Pg-13. Yahuh. And I'm sorry that it took a while to update. My internet has been screwing up (*Hits computer with a stick*) and I had major writers block. Not to mention I've become a bit lazy in everything since I came home from vacation.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter `cause I certainly did. (yumm! I love Draco! ^_^) Now please press the button to the bottom left hand of your screen and give me some feedback!

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