Sorry for the shortness of my past 3 chapters, I just felt as if I had to get them posted, and I did not worry about the length. Hope you like this one. Don't worry, things between them will get better soon.

P.S sorry about all my grammar mistakes, I try my hardest, and believe it or not, I am in advanced La/Lit! lol! Thanks for the reviews!

Chapter Eleven

It had worked! He had just let Draco hurt Ginny! He did not even have to do anything!        They were so stupid! Not Ginny! The others who did not realize what she was!! Did they not realize that powers she possessed? The great expanse of possibilities of what to do with her powers! Even Ginny did not realize what she could do. But that would change, if only Ginny would come to him sooner! Then they could work together!

Ginny walked beside Dr…Malfoy to the great hall. It had been hell, getting through the morning classes. The day was going at a snails pace! She was aware of every move he made; she could almost imagine what it would be like to have him touch her again. But he did not want to touch her, did he? Ginny sighed, Draco took his eyes off his boots long enough to send her a funny glance.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes on his boots again.

Ginny glared at her own shoes. She did not know what to say, or what to do.

"Nothing is wrong!" She exclaimed angrily. Draco darted in front of her, causing her to stumble into him. His arms wrapped around her waist.

"Don't lie to me!" He whispered, his lips inches from hers. His breath brushed against her face. Ginny's eyes fluttered closed and she let herself linger in the magic of the moment. The rational part of her mind was telling her to get away from him so she could think clearly, but her heart was telling her to relax and to enjoy the bliss of being in his arms. The heat from Draco's body reached Ginny and she suddenly felt safe and perfect. She opened here eyes but quickly squeezed them shut to resist the sudden urge to run her fingers through his pale, thick hair. It was all to much, to bad it could not last.

He did not like her! The only reason he was holding her in his arms was because of his horrible stupid pride! IF her theory held, then why had he looked at her like that? 'Because he loves you as much as you love him' a tiny voice whispered in the back of her mind. Ginny's mind told her to untangle herself and run before he made her leave on his own. But her stupid heart was holding on to hope. 'Why not go with the flow' she reasoned. With that though Ginny reached for Draco's hand.

Then they heard the voices of Draco's friends. He sprang away from her

"Leave!" He muttered sneering at her and looking down the hallway anxiously. Her heart froze. She nodded and turned to walk away. Right before she was out of site she looked over her shoulder

"This is the end of the game between us." Ginny told him, smiling bitterly.

"I don't ever want to see you again."

She then ran into the shadows and let the tears fall from her eyes. It was her own fault; after all, she knew that he would hurt her. Yet she persisted to let her heart talk her into things that her mind knew was wrong. It was all too much to comprehend. Did he feel the magic when he had held her? Or was it all just part of fates cruel game? Was she destined to be the only one who ever felt anything when she was with a man? Finally the tears ran dry and Ginny could not hesitate to get to the great hall any longer. Hermione, Ron, and Harry would come looking for her, and she could not let them see her red eyes and wet cheeks. Pulling herself together was not very easy; a perfected cosmetic spell covered her red eyes and blotchy face. She managed to arrive at the table just before the group was about to leave to look for her. They could not even tell that anything had gone wrong. It was too easy to hide everything from the ones she cared about most. She guessed that it was a side effect from spending her time with Malfoy. He seemed to be ruining her whole life.

~Weeks of avoiding Draco later~

Ginny walked into the great hall, it was slowly being decorated for the Yule ball. She would be going with Colin. He was not her first choice, Draco was. No matter everything he had done to hurt her she still cared for him. It hurt so much! Hearing whispers about how she had been his bed mate for a while, but he found someone better.

How could people be so cruel? Even Harry looked at her differently now. It was not that he thought she had done anything with Malfoy; he seemed to want to tell her that Malfoy's were all the same. But they weren't! Were they? Draco's father had given her the diary in which she had first met Tom Riddle.

Abruptly Ginny changed her thinking. She decided to think about what she was wearing to the ball. It would be great, a beautiful green dress that matched her eyes! It fell to the ground in waves of silk. Charley had gotten it for her when he had heard about the ball. 

But she could not help but to think if Draco would like the dress. He seemed to always be in her mind. He was like a plague, infecting everyone.

The night of the ball Ginny was very disappointed to be found of Colin's arm. It was not that he was not handsome. Because he was, and he even seemed to like her but the feelings were one sided. When they were sweeping across the dance floor together Ginny could have cried. It felt so wrong being in his arms. It was almost as if…NO! She would not think of anything besides the dance.

Ginny felt Colin brush his lips against her bare neck. She shivered at the intimacy of the way he held her. The tenderness of the way he looked at her. No, she was not thinking about Colin, she was thinking about Draco. She felt herself relax in Colin's embrace. It was horrible.

She looked over Colin's shoulder and spotted Draco looking at her. His gaze was too intense, to questioning. He was holding some Slytherin girl in his arms. Ginny did not care. Her heart was already broken; he could not hurt her anymore.  She had even made up her own spell as a result of Draco's betrayal. It kept her from crying. It did not seem to be strong enough that night. She felt tears form in her eyes. She held them back till the song ended and she was back in her seat beside Hermione. The boys had gone over to talk alone. Hermione seemed shocked to see tears running down Ginny's cheeks.  

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. Though she probably already knew the reason for Ginny's tears.

"It is nothing to worry about." Ginny answered in a brisk voice, she dried her tears with a tissue from her purse and took out a piece of parchment.

"I know what was wrong with my spell now anyway." Ginny bent herself over the parchment and wrote furiously for a while. Before the boys arrived back Ginny muttered a few words. Her red rimed eyes turned bright and clear. Her blotchy skin gained a healthy glow and normal color. Hermione looked at her in amazement.

"How did you…" But Ron cut off her question. He grabbed Hermione's hand and said

"Hermione, do you want to dance?"

She nodded eagerly. Thoughts of Ginny were pushed to the back of her mind. That was part of the spell, that everyone would forget her for the most part. But Colin remembered her, and when she lifted her head she saw that Draco did too.

Oh well, there would be time to work on it later.

            Draco was fuming, he had been watching Ginny the whole night and it killed him to watch her in Colin's arms. Didn't she know that she was to good for him?

'What, and you are good enough?' a horrible part of his mind asked. No, defiantly not. He had hurt her, yet she remained pleasant and polite to him, any other girl he knew would want revenge.

            He had seen her tears; she did not often show such weakness when she knew that he was watching. He was amazed at the spell she had cast. He felt the wave of forgetfulness, but it passed over him, and he pushed the haze out of his mind. The girl he was with was nothing compared to Ginny. She was nameless,

and faceless to him. Why did Ginny seem to fit so perfectly in his arms? Why did holding another girl feel so wrong?

            Why did he feel the need to protect her from himself? He was hurting her on purpose! He followed her sometimes, and watched what she did. Most times she backed into the shadows and cried after class. He could not bare to watch for long. When he watched her cry he wanted to put his arms around her and cover her with kisses. But he could not do it. He could not bare to watch her face when he betrayed her again.

She had opened up to him so much before he had made her leave. But she was to close to giving him her heart. She was strong, and he did not doubt that she could handle rejection, but could she handle lies and deception? He doubted it, and he would not let himself do it to her, because as much as he hated to admit it, he cared for her.

It was better to hurt her a little now than a lot later…right? Ginny stood up from her seat and walked onto the dance floor with Colin. Colin wrapped his arms around her and they swung around the floor. He watched, his blood boiling, as Colin kissed Ginny's hand. Colin's hand rested on the small of her back, and began to travel down. Draco stood up and was about to knock the lights out of the guy when Ginny slapped Colin's hand away and smiled apologetically at her dance partner. She knew how to handle boys. That made Draco proud. The music changed to a love song. He found himself standing beside Colin.

"Can I cut in?" He asked, looking at Ginny.

She nodded and Colin let go of her. Draco wrapped his arms around her and held her close against his chest.  He felt her shaking, and he smiled. He effect her the same way she effect him.

"Why were you crying earlier?" He whispered, his lips brushing against her ears.

"Why do I ever cry?" She whispered back. "Yes, I realize that you watch me!" Draco froze, taken aback.

"But…"

Ginny smiled.

"Its ok, since you are the reason for my tears, it is only fair that you watch me shed them."

Draco's hold on her tightened, he started into her eyes, which were brimming with tears.

"I don't want you to cry because of me." He whispered. She laughed bitterly.

"It does not matter if you mean to or not, because you do make me cry. You don't care about other people's feelings when you don't have to deal with them first hand!" She struggled out of his embrace and walked back to her friends.

Draco just stood there, hating himself.