*ok ppl, right now, I think I am swaying a bit more to concentrating on this story rather than the marauder's one, but I AM doing it. So please keep reading, I'll keep writing. By the way, I'm starting this Draco fanfiction site for the authors out there who put forth their efforts into making him sound soooooooo good!! Hehe, sorry! And I just thought I should let you all know that later on in the story, things go..er-farther..than what Hermione had been with Draco, just a heads up. *

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Chapter 2 The Very Dark Secret

The remainder of that week was torture on Ginny. She was torn between telling her brothers about it and just keeping quiet. There was absolutely nothing preventing her from going to family, but something held her back, as if that kiss was a binding contract, swearing her into secrecy. She was distracted everyday, thinking about his kiss, his cold, his darkness. There was just no explanation for it, no reason for his actions!

The morning students were to go back to Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Ginny sat at the table, spooning around her porridge, not taking a single bite. Her face was pale and she obviously wasn't concentrating on anything.

"Ginny, dear, eat up!" her mother told her. "Make sure everything's packed, we leave shortly!"

Ginny had packed everything the other evening and was ready. She wandered absentmindedly to the taxicabs they were using to get to the station, not paying attention to whoever had been talking to her.

"Ginny, Ginny? GINNY! Hello!" Ron was saying to her. She then realized that she was the only one still standing on the curb; they were still waiting for her to get in the car.

"Oh, umm, sorry," she said and quickly got into the car, sitting by the window next to Ron.

On their way to the platform, Ginny still didn't pay much attention to her surroundings. When they arrived at the barrier, Ginny ran through it as usual and paused behind Harry and Ron, looking at the enormous red steam engine. Getting on after saying their goodbyes, they chose a compartment in the back, as usual and seated themselves. (A/N: I know this must be getting TERRIBLY boring without any Draco, that's why I'm just gonna skip these minor details-ok, I think you get the point right? Ginny is so confused she can't think of anything but Malfoy and what he did to her. There.)

When they were nearing the school, however, the compartment slid open and allowed a silver haired boy (I wonder who?) and two large boys behind him. Draco, as it was Malfoy of course, walked over and looked at the occupants of the room. First he saw Harry, and then he looked at Ron. But then he looked at Ginny and he smirked even wider. In fact, it looked as if he were about to laugh.

"Well hello little red-head!" he said, much to the confusion of her older brother and Harry, Ginny just stood with shock, and something else that Draco could sense easily. Fear.

"OH! I get it Weasel girl- you didn't TELL them! Ha! I figured someone like you would have," he said, further bewildering the two boys who were Harry and Ron. But then, Draco lowered his voice to a whisper that only Ginny could hear. "But then, of course, knowing how you didn't tell anyone about Riddle, all that time, ah.. You wouldn't tell them this would you?" Then he backed away, laughed a bit, then left the room, with everyone in the room amazed.

"Ginny? What aren't you telling us?" Ron asked with care in his voice.

"Nothing, I don't know what he's talking about," she said, shaking her head.

But their little encounter certainly didn't help clear Ginny's mind.

Upon arriving at the school, Ginny was incredibly bored when the sorting ceremony began. Without paying attention, all her mind did was race towards what had happened that day in Diagon Alley. His kiss was like fire, only cold- the coldest thing she had felt. It was invigorating and enthralling, she wanted it to happen again, even though she knew she shouldn't think such things. And she looked over to the Slytherin table curiously at Draco. He was looking straight at her, with a look of determination, and something Ginny couldn't see-triumph. Yes, he had hooked the fish, now all he had to do was reel it in. After what had happened to her from her experience with Tom Riddle's diary, he knew it would only be a matter of time before she would come to him. His mind was set, and he would go by any lengths to retrieve his trophy.

Once Ginny saw him, she noticed that he smirked more than he had before. She looked at him more closely and then he winked at her slowly. Not the happy and playful wink, the "I'll see YOU later" wink shortly followed by the raise of both eyebrows in a bragging fashion. Then she all of a sudden became very interested in her food.

That night, Ginny headed up to her common room early from dinner, not felling hungry anymore. She turned one staircase and walked down the corridor slowly. She walked on in the dark, a little afraid. Ever since her time in the Chamber of Secrets, she wasn't too fond of the dark. There were few and dimly lit torches hanging in their brackets down this hallway, casting dark, dancing shadows against the walls.

And halfway down that corridor, she felt it.

A cold feeling surged through her, as if there were a Dementor somewhere nearby. Ginny felt someone's gaze pierce through her like a fired arrow. She then turned and saw him.

By now, he was like a haunting face to her, coming when she was alone and unprotected. She looked up at him and gasped as he grabbed one side of her waist and unceremoniously slammed her to the shadowed wall, making him harder to see in the cold darkness. "I almost thought you would have told them," he said to her.

"Leave me alone Malfoy!" Ginny managed to say through gritted teeth.

"But I should have known, if you could keep the secrets of the diary and the chamber from everyone, this would only be too easy," Draco whispered now, completely ignoring her, as if she hadn't spoke.

"No, your wrong!" she said loudly, hoping, maybe, that her brother was leaving the Great Hall and would come to her side. But no one came, no one was there except for him.

"Am I?" he said. "Let's find out." Now, he stopped talking after finally reacting to her. He moved one hand to fasten tightly, like an arm-brace, around her upper arm. She was again felt the sensation of falling into a cold and dark abyss, like she had been plunged into a polar ocean, like she was drowning in it. And this feeling deepened when he crushed her lips with his, knocking her head back against the wall. And then she fought. With her free left arm, she balled that hand into a fist and pounded on his shoulder but to no avail. It didn't hurt him, he was too strong. Draco reached up and grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back and pinning it there, still holding the kiss. This action pushed her against him and she could feel the hardness in his chest, the sinewy muscles around his arms. She then stopped struggling and bent to his will. She then grasped onto the robes around his chest, which she was pressed against, and pulled him closer, if that was possible, to her. She could feel his tongue, like a snake, dipping down the back of her mouth, sliding into the corners and coming out occasionally to bite her lips or kiss her neck firmly. And then the last time his tongue retracted, she felt him bite her lip harder than before and felt his lips graze down the side of her neck where he paused to bite there also. He then pulled back, holding Ginny up now under her ribs, hard-pressed against him. She then felt her own breath come short, as if she ran a mile in a minute. Draco held her there, staring over the slight curves of her petite body, thinking to himself of the lusciousness and how he wished to taste more of the succulent body he held closely to himself. But he would delay that fantasy until a later time.

He released her, and she dropped immediately, as if she were a puppet and the strings had been snapped. She looked up in shock and amazement as the gray, translucent eyes looked over her small stature once again. Then he walked away from her without a single word or goodbye, his black robes swishing silently behind him.