*Hello everyone! This story is the sequel to Come Into My Darkness, which was about Draco, well, using Hermione. This one however, is about him corrupting and using Ginny a bit like he did Hermione, but more like Tom Riddle did. I plan this one to be a bit longer, and since I am still writing the Marauder's tales, it may take awhile to finish, so please be patient. And if you come here and it's only half done, keep checking back because I am very devoted to my stories and spend as much time as possible on them. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *

Just so you know, this story is rated R for, well, umm, this IS angst. Let's just say..REALLY DARK STUFF!!!!! That means there is usually NO happy endings!! So, if you don't think you can handle it, TURN BACK!!!!!!!!!!! (but that doesn't REALLY kick in until later in the story, mwuahahaha! }

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Chapter 1 How it all started

Draco had Ginny against the wall when he heard footsteps outside. He knew it was Hermione. Not wanting the redhead to flee, he kissed her harder, squeezing her sides. She gasped painfully through their kiss. He knew he was a bad, evil, cruel-hearted man. Soon, Ginny would meet the same end Hermione had.

He could remember how it had all started. And it had started even before his plans for Hermione. Of course, it should have been quite easy to taint the small girl, being as she had already been inside the diary of Tom Riddle, surely she would easily fall to him after such an event.

And fall she amazingly did.

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Draco had been walking along Diagon Alley, a week before school was to start again. He entered into Flourish and Blotts, about to buy his new textbooks for that year, when he saw her.

Ginny Weasley. Red hair that fell into flaming ringlets down her hand-me- down robe, two braids in the front, she seemed to like it that way. Her chocolate brown eyes, looking over the shelves for some inexpensive form of her books, small hands brushing over their spines. He watched her, thoughts and ideas rushing to his brain. Her brother, Ron, was probably somewhere with the Potter boy. She had entered here relatively alone, her mother was at the other end of the store, looking at books concerning household remedies, leaving her small child to look for a tatty book that would suffice for that year. He looked at her, and made a decision.

He walked over to her and let his hand graze her neck and trail through her hair before he stopped beside her. She shivered at his cold hands and turned to look at Draco. He watched, amused at her as her puzzled gaze soon turned to a hard, brown glare.

"Malfoy," she said to him in a low tone.

"You know, the alleyways are dark and scary, you shouldn't be alone," he whispered to her. This befuddled her, but she kept her glare intact.

"What is that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" Ginny said.

"It means, be careful," he said this, in a soft whisper next to her ear, his hand running down the porcelain side of her cheek. Then he turned and left the shop, letting his hand braze down her arms, and then along her back.

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Ginny thought hard at what had happened. Strange, she thought. That's odd of Malfoy to warn me without the use of an insult.

Indeed, it was quite abnormal, compared to his usual smug and rude 'I think I'm better than everyone' attitude. Picking out the books that were of descent price, she walked over and handed them to her mom, so that she could find Harry and the others.

Upon leaving the shop, she saw the many witches and wizards bustling through the street. Walking down it, she began looking for people she knew. Colin Creevy, Luna Lovegood, Fred and George- she saw many familiar faces, but she was looking for Harry. She had been over him, and it was now her sixth year, his seventh and final, but there was still a small attraction pulling her towards him. Ginny still thought it was a really brave and risky thing to come and rescue her like he did in his second year. She still thought that his wild black hair and vivid green eyes made him look cute. And he was just the right personality, nice, funny, but serious when the time called for it. She could go on forever. And she nearly had, too.

But that time, those thoughts were difficult on her.

To think again of Tom Riddle, his diary, and when she had been in the Chamber of secrets, was painful. The mere thought of it frightened her. She hoped there would never be a time so frightening in her life again.

But walking past the Apothecary shop, she had thought of going back to Mrs. Weasley and spend the rest of the time with her, as Harry was nowhere to be found. But just as she turned back down the way she had came, something grabbed her and pulled her into the space between the Apothecary shop and Olivander's. The person/thing shoved her back towards the shadowy areas against the wall and she saw who had grabbed her, for it was a person.

He had silver-white hair and steely gray eyes that bore through the back of her mind. She looked at him and saw as he walked towards her that he was wearing his trademark smirk and that those icy eyes of his expressed nothing. No feeling at all. Ginny shivered again, the cold of the shadows and the wall against her seeping through her.

Draco was standing in front of her as he bent his pale face down level to her cheek, pausing to put a hand on her neck, grasping it firmly to the side. He grinned wickedly as she gasped and shuddered at the touch of his cold hands, as if Draco had slipped ice down her back. Ginny's eyes widened with horror at what he was doing, it was just so unreasonable.

"I told you, these places can be dark for one so small," he said.

"Sod off Malfoy!" Ginny said, using her light hands to try and push him away. But she was unsuccessful in her attempt.

But he only ignored her. "I said that you shouldn't be alone," he said. Now he pulled his face from hers in a way that let his cheek brush past hers, sending cold shock all through Ginny. "Then I guess I'll just have to accompany you." And having said that, he let both his strong hands now grasp her arms, once more allowing his wintry cold trickle into her. Ginny looked even more wide eyed at him, wanting him to let go, yet at the same time, not. And he lowered his mouth to Ginny's, pressing his wintry lips hard against hers. She felt as if she had stuck her mouth to an ice cube, as if she had been sucked into an icy tundra. He crushed himself against her, bruising her arms through the robes with the cold hands of his. At this she gasped agonizingly, and by doing this, allowing him to snake his tongue inside hers, parting both her lips. His tongue slithered through her mouth, exploring the depths of it. It moved to the back, as far as it could, and massaged over the roof of her mouth.

Draco could now feel her trembling under him, shivering against his devastating coldness. And he let his tongue plunge once more towards, and nearly down, her throat before pulling it back to it's owner and sucking and biting on Ginny's lower lip, lingering, tasting the rose petal-like warmth radiating from it.

Ginny soon realized that he was still crushing her. Draco stood there, looking her over as she breathed drastically, her chest heaving against his. She had her small fingers clutched around a portion of his robes, for if he were to step away, she would not be able to support herself. And he let her, still looking her over, his fingers grazing the side of her cheek, sliding around and down her neck, to move across her collarbone and lay spread over chest. She looked up into his eyes and saw nothing. No warmth. No expressions. Nothing. The silver irises betrayed nothing of his thoughts, he seemed to do most of that through his mouth, whether in a smirk or a kiss. Then he did step back, and she did fall to the ground, unable to hold herself up. He looked her over again, smirking once again. Draco turned abruptly and left the small alley, his robes billowing behind him, leaving a frozen Weasley in his wake.

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