*god, could it have taken me long enough!?!?!?!? Jeez, I've been buisyier (I know I spelled wrong, but hey! Author's note!) then heck! Bday parties, fairs, ANIMALS!!! SO much to cope with! This one is where Draco shows a little-LITTLE compassion to Ginny, instead of doing just the usual big-bad moves. Well, here's the new chapter, I'll quit boring through ure brains (I think my stories have already done enough of that!) Make sure you r/r/r!*

and please people..stop asking me why Hermione isn't letting Ginny getting into this, because she isn't. Draco went to Hermione at Christmas, where as he got Ginny before they even went to school..it's sort of just a thing going back into the past to explain things..

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Chapter 3 Something

*Something is DEFINITELY going on*, thought Ginny walking back to her common room- after a near half hour, she finally managed to pick herself up and stand upright. She knew she should tell Ron, but she couldn't. Just like she couldn't tell Ron about Tom Riddle's diary, even though she should've.

But a part of her wanted it. Part of Ginny really wanted Draco and his darkness. The evil and cruelty of a person, somehow lured Ginny to them, like a magnet pulling a paper clip, like the scent of meat drawing in large predators waiting to feast on the dead or dying carcass.

His pull on her would weaken her, she knew it, but there was no way of escape. Like the hungry tiger, he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and he wanted her.

Eventually her feet led her to the Gryffindor common room where all her housemates were enjoying life, not worrying about the dangers she did. Ginny thought she should talk to them, maybe it would lift her spirits, but instead stomped up to the girl's dorm, or at least she tried to. Ron, Harry, and Hermione hopped out in front of her, blocking her way to sleep, and most likely, haunting thoughts and dreams.

"What's wrong?" said Ron. She looked up to see concern in his hazel eyes, she found it somewhat comforting, but nothing could remove her from her thoughts.

"Nothing Ron, I'm tired," Ginny said. She moved past him to go up the stairs and he reluctantly let her. She opened the door to her room and walked over to her room, shutting the door closed after her. Walking over to her bed, she saw something that churned her stomach and brought even more thoughts to her already filled head.

On the pillow was a rose. But it's coloring was not red or yellow or pink or white. The rose was black. Ginny looked down to see it's velvety petals were black as midnight and the stem covered in sharp thorns, the sender of this flower didn't bother to trim it. Bending down, she picked it up, careful of these large thorns. Pressing it against her nostrils she observed that it at least smelled like a normal rose.

Thoughts rushed to her mind, penetrating any ability to sleep. Ginny knew who the sender was. She knew that it had been Draco who had sent the flower, who else would've sent her a black rose with enormous, sharp thorns? Ginny put the rose in her nightstand drawer and lay down her head on the pillow where a haunting flower had been only moments before.

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Draco walked down the dungeon steps feeling smug as ever. He did not know what had happened because of the diary his father had 'given' the girl, but he did know that whatever characteristic in Tom that kept her coming back, Ginny would find in him. Maybe it was the evil. Possibly the darkness in him. Or maybe it was just that these things weakened her, after all, she never told anyone about the diary and what it had done to her. Perhaps it was all these things.

But he would go far with her, very far. From what he had heard, Tom had even made a few moves on her to try and help her complete his tasks, but it only frightened her. And that is what Draco imagined he was currently doing to her. She had no idea, no clue. This confused her, and that turned to fear.

And frightened she was.

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Leaving for breakfast the next day, she saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione waiting for her outside the portrait.

"All right Ginny?" Harry asked her. Green windows of light shined at her as he spoke cheerfully, yet curiously. Any other time she would've melted and her knees would've buckled beneath her, but she was too absorbed in thought to let this happen.

"Yeah, why?" she said, still thinking about Draco.

"Well, I dunno, you didn't really talk last night," Harry answered.

"Yes, Ginny, you didn't eat either," Hermione said as well. Why was this any of their business?

"I'm fine!" Ginny walked on ahead of them, knowing they would continue bothering her during breakfast.

And so they had. They kept poking and prying, curious whether she was sick or something similar. But upon leaving the great hall and her friends, she suddenly felt very cold. She continued walking towards the direction of her first class, looking around to see if anyone was there. She had half thought it was Draco again.

She rounded a corner and felt a something brush her arm lightly. Something cold. Ginny stopped and looked up not into any familiar eyes of green or hazel, but of gray. The pointed features and high cheekbones of Draco Malfoy stood before her. He looked down at her, his eyes expressing nothing. He looked at her then grinned mischievously

"You know, you're awfully good at keeping secrets," Draco said, smirking.

Ginny paused. "I don't know what you're talking about," she denied. If there was one thing she wouldn't give him it was satisfaction.

But she already had.

"I think you do." But Ginny only ignored him and walked to Charms class.

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After a long day of school and homework, not to mention a very refreshing dinner, Ginny stomped up her way to the Gryffindor common room. She had sat with the people of her year and figured that Harry, Ron and Hermione were still eating downstairs. Ginny continued her trek and stopped on the sixth floor. The corridor was dimly lit, which was odd considering this hall had more torches than any other on that floor. She looked around, saw no one, and made to go on when suddenly, all the light in the corridor vanished, like a candle being snuffed. The only light came from the window from which the luminescent rays of the crescent moon splintered through, which still did not improve the light. Ginny blinked and still could not see properly.

And he came behind her, placing a hand on her waist and the other over her mouth he pressed her roughly against the shadowed wall, turning her around to face him. Ginny gasped, but this was barely heard because of his cold hand. Draco looked down at her, anxiously biding his time for the right moment to strike. She looked up into the silver orbs that were his eyes, as unpredictable as the moon outside. He slowly lowered his hand, letting it move instead down the side of her neck.

"It's dark, isn't it?" he said, smirking as he always did. His hand moved lightly over her collarbone only to press a bit harder on her chest. She shuddered at his frosty touch, arctic shocks running through her body.

But the same feeling returned, the feeling of freezing under something evil and dark. It had last happened when she was in the Chamber of Secrets with Riddle. Ginny could feel herself quaking against his rock-solid chest, his rough hands sliding down her sides.

And she nodded, answering his question.

Draco now moved his hand over her hipbone and spoke once more. "You should never be alone in places as dark as this," he moved his powerful hand now over her thighs, rubbing it smoothly. "Why don't you run from me?" he whispered lightly. Draco's hand now went to her dorsal side and made it's way upwards, over the back of her leg, her rear, and then trailed along her spine, from top to bottom, and back again, resting on the small of her back. She looked again into his icy eyes and once more felt a seeping cold surge through her, like an electric current.

He nodded as if understanding an unverbalized concept and the grip in both the hand now in the middle of her back, and the one on her waist grew tighter. Draco pulled her right up to him, crushing his weight onto her. His mouth lunged forward and stopped at hers, where, she broke rather fast. There was now barely any fire left, no will to fight. His lips pressed against hers and she trembled harder. His tongue slithered through her mouth, caressing it's roof and her own tongue.

Kissing him was shocking, cold, exciting, frightening, dangerous, and wrong. Ginny knew it was wrong, but she could not help it. He pulled her in, and she accepted his fervent actions- she near welcomed them!

She needed to breath. She found herself drowning under him. And he intensified the kiss, drawing in more air from her lungs, taking more energy from her soul, leeching away her life.

But after this moment, after Ginny thought for sure she would die, he pulled back and by doing so, caused Ginny to gasp. She gasped loudly as if just coming out of a lake, a deep, cold lake. She clutched onto his robes and realized they were as black and soft as the petals of her black rose. She panted for air, her chest rising and falling dramatically against him. He held onto her, which she thought odd, as if he were comforting her, giving her time to take in what had just happened. Draco now let his left hand move up to her cheek, where it gently stroked Ginny's freckled face. Her breath was near-normal now. Draco moved his mouth below her ear and kissed her lightly. His mouth moved down, planting slightly harder kisses on her neck, until his mouth rested above her heart. He pulled his head back level to Ginny's and grinned at her evilly. Then his left hand moved back down to her waist and his right hand came up, pulling aside a portion of her robes, showing off a bit of cleavage. He once again flashed her his smirk before lowering the grinning mouth to her chest, where he placed it firmly to the soft pale skin. Ginny closed her eyes and shuddered some more, her breathing rate heightening. The fingers she had closed around Draco's robes became tighter, turning her fingers white. What had begun as a kiss, Draco turned into a hard bite. Ginny then began breathing as hard as she had before, of pain, and what some part of her felt as satisfaction, and pleasure. Draco moved his face back and looked over her. The once cold and hard eyes of his had softened somewhat, but still looked dangerous. Ginny could feel her breath slowly returning to normal as her torso lifted up and down beneath him with each breath she took. He then moved his left hand under her knees and his right hand around her back and shoulders. Draco lifted her up off the ground, for if he had simply walked away like before, then she would surely have fallen. Ginny moved her face down and across his shoulder blade where her face rubbed close to his, her hands still gripped firmly across the robes over his chest. Draco walked down the corridor and up a flight of stairs. He continued walking until he came to the portrait of the Fat Lady.Ginny wondered how he knew this was the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He then lowered her lightly to the ground beside the painting and kissed her once more down the neck before leaving. Ginny watched as he walked down the hallway and turn towards the staircase down, feeling weak all over.