Snake Fang

~M.L.~

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'Im breathing in your skin tonight,

Quite is my loudest cry,

Wouldn't want to wake the eyes that make me melt inside' - Yellowcard RoughDraft

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Ron pushed his way into the Dorms, his eyes searching in the dark for a sign of Harry, when a hand fell onto his shoulder. He turned to see Dumbledore standing by his side.

"Im sorry Ron.." Dumbledore said, "But it wasn't Ginny who attacked Harry....perhaps you should come with me."

Ron nodded. Only hours ago had they found Ginny. She was in okay health, and dressed in black and green robes, although blood rolled down her arm, and she was slightly pale, she was smiling. Ron had been with them when they found her. He was the first to speak.

"Ginny!? What are you doing? We were looking everywhere for you!" he said, although he was more relived then angry.

"My lord...summoned me here." she said. It was then he noticed the small, damaged black book she clung to.

"Ginny...you didn't.." Ron said, stunned. Ginny nodded and snickered. She backed up a few feet towards the Forbidden Forest.

"My love came to me in my dreams and whispered to me..." she said, touching her free hand to her left ear, "He called upon me to bring him back....and I did as told.."

"Why Ginny!" Hermione cried savagley, springing from the group of staff and few students behind us, grabbing her by the shoulders, "What did he want you to do?"

"He wanted me to bring him back, give him my energy...so he could take Potter for himself." she replied glumly, "Take Potter...does he care more for that boy then..."

Ron was snapped back to the present as they arrived in Dumbledore's office, thier other roomates already there.

"Draco was right.." Dumbledore sighed, "how could we be so blind..."

"If you don't mind Proffesor... can I ask whats going to happen to my sister?" Ron said, although he didn't know if he wanted to hear the awnser.

"Of course.." Dumbledore said, "Ginny. If known for sometime she was in love with Tom Riddle. I knew for sometime that she was also searching for him, and his diary again." Ron nodded, and sighed. "There was nothing I could do to stop her. She was still Ginny, and she did not mean to hurt anyone, she just wanted Tom back. I fear she gave Tom her own life force so he could come back..and now she is just a shadow of what she was.."

Ron couldn't move..He just nodded. Feeling tears well in his eyes he directed his gaze to the floor so Dumbledore wouldn't see.

"You three should stay here tonight, Harry might need to be alone.." Dumbledore said, standing up. Dean nodded as he and Seamus searched for somewhere to sleep, Ron still rooted to his seat.

"Ginny.." he mumbled.

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Harry woke up as the sun rose. The dorm was still dark, but a little sunlight filtered through the window, outlining the body next to him. Fear clenched Harry's heart, his mouth forming the name he feared most. "Tom Riddle.." He looked closer, and noted the blonde, messy hair, and smooth, pale skin. It was Draco. He knew he should be angry, but he felt more relived. He lay back down for a moment, staring at the Slytherin next to him. His usually gelled back hair was messy, and stuck up on places, some thin whisps of hair falling to over his forehead to brush his eye lids. Harry could barley make out his face. He moved slightly closer, concentrating on the boy next to him. His thin, pale lips were in an unusual goofy smile he never saw Draco wear before. Harry smirked slightly, putting a finger on Malfoy's lips. He ran his finger along his lower lip and smiled slightly, an odd sensation running through his arm and down his back. 'So soft..' he mused.

He looked back to Draco's eyes to find them staring into his own.

"Mal-" Harry gasped, as Draco removed his hand from his lips. Harry was cut off, as Draco's lips found his own. Harry, suprised, closed his eyes and kissed back.

Two hearts, Two minds, laying in a small, four poster bed. Both singing out the same message.

'I need you..'

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'And its healtier to let you be,

may a sickness come and set me free,

kill me while I still belive that you were meant for me..-

Yellowcard, Roughdraft.