( I am not sure if this chapter came out the right way, I hope you like it!)

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Chapter Thirteen

Ginny awoke in a state of shock, she had had sweet dreams of Draco, he had held her in his arms, ignoring all the glares from his 'friends' he had showered her with acceptance, and pride. What was wrong with her? Despite all her own warnings she still managed to let herself believe that Draco might care for her.  But how could he? He hid her from his friends, there could never be anything between them if he was ashamed to be seen with her. Ginny had cried about it, but it was a foolish thing to worry about, what could be done?

So instead she stretched lazily in the warm hospital bed and opened up a book. When Madam Pomfrey came Ginny would ask to go to her if she could return to her own room, where she did not have to worry about others hearing her cry. It was bad enough that Draco could walk in at any moment and see her tear stained cheeks. Ginny opened the book and began to read.

She was jostled out of the world of Quidditch by a hand being placed on her shoulder. Ginny looked into Ron's eyes.

"Hello Ron!" She exclaimed happily. She had not seen her brother since the night of the ball, he had been busy with work from Snape and other teachers who liked to ruin the holidays with work, Ginny had almost all of hers done, she did not want to spend Christmas night working furiously to complete an essay on muggle technology.

"How are you feeling?" He asked hesitantly, his mind did not seem to be on her health though.

"I'm fine, just a tiny cold." She blurted out, wanting to find out what was bothering her brother.

"Oh, really? Well, Miss. Weasley, I'll have you know that what you had was not a tiny cold, it was some muggle thing called the Flu! It's passed easily, and the sufferer usually is sick for days, even weeks!"  Ginny looked away sheepishly, she had known that it was the flu, but she did not want her brother to worry!

"Can I go back to my own room please Madam Pomfrey, Thank you for helping me get well!" Madam Pomfrey nodded and Ginny rushed back to the Gryffindor tower. She met up with Colin who seemed worried.

"I am sorry for my rude behavior at the ball, I am truly sorry!" Ginny nodded and smiled at him. But as soon as he was assured that she forgave him she rushed off to the library, she hid behind shelves. How ever, Hermione found her, and she rushed outside into the brutally cold wind. She walked into the magical forest and came upon a group of centaurs. The handsome leader let his eyes rake over her body before he turned and galloped off. Ginny quickly turned and ran, just realizing what position she had put herself in. The creatures would never harm her, but things lurking in the shadows might. The snow crunched beneath her feet and she slowly walked out from the woods, the weak sun tried pitifully to regain the sky from the dark snow clouds hanging above, but it was no use, the sun was hidden behind the clouds. The sudden decrease in light made Ginny shudder; she ran from the woods and stumbled inside the Hogwarts.

Draco tried to keep his mind on the work that lay before him, but it was impossible. Ginny kept appearing in his thoughts, making him feel guilty. They both knew what he was doing, he was using her again, and he could not believe that Ginny was allowing it to happen!  He could not keep himself away from her. He wanted to make her giggle in delight on Christmas when she opened the gift he had gotten her. He wanted to see the blush creep across her face when he told her that he wanted to hold her in his arms. His mind drifted to her peaceful expression while she had slept.

His heart raced at the memory. He had wanted to kiss her so badly that night. Her hair was wild and her cheeks were a beautiful rose color.

Unbeknownst to her, he had sat beside her for a long time while she had slept, leaned close and had held her, whispering her name in her ear. His lips had skimmed over her forehead. She snuggled closer to him and her smile widened. He let his fingers trail down her smooth cheek and had gotten up to leave.

He looked back at her, tangled in the sheets and blankets of the bed. Her hair contrasted wildly to the stark white of the room. She looked like a goddess.

And that's when he knew that he was condemned, because he loved her…and he could never let her love him back.

Ginny was running through the halls, trying to get to her room as soon as possible, her foot slipped as she turned a corner, and her ankle twisted out from beneath her. She landed hard on her hip, cursing; she got up and ran again. Ignoring the pain in her ankle.  She was only a flight of stairs below the towers, soon she would be relaxing beneath the covers, warming herself by the fire, a book in her hand. A hand shot out of a doorway, and grabbed her before she could dodge it. She was whipped around and stood facing a Slytherin. Blaise released her and sent her a smile.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked, annoyed that anyone had seen her running, it was past curfew and she did not realize that anyone might still be about. 

"You have Draco wrapped around your pretty little finger, and I really don't like what you are doing to him." His voice was bitter, and his eyes were flashing with anger.

"I have done nothing to him that he has not done to me in return!" she exclaimed angrily.

"Release him from the spell you put over him, whether with your body or with magic, all he sees is a beautiful face, all you allow him to see that is, you are tearing him apart, you tease him, lead him on then push him away! I don't want him to get hurt, none of us do!"

Ginny stepped away from him, stunned. He took in her shocked expression and smirked.

"What? Did you believe that you were his only friend, the only person in the world that could care for him, make his troubles disappear? Well, your not, you're just another weight added to the burden he has to carry and a lot of us want to make you disappear!" Ginny started to protest, but he sent her a weathering glare. He walked to the door and looked back at her.

"Don't you dare tell Draco about this, or you'll live to regret it!"

The door closed behind him and Ginny sank to the floor, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. Why was everyone trying to hurt her? Why did everyone believe the worst in her? A bitter ache spread through her body, and finally she got up and muttered her spell. She walked to her room, her back stiff, her head held high. She would not let them get to her. Already her temper was rising; it was lucky that she came across no one, because they would have suffered greatly from her sharp tongue, and bitter frame of mind.

The next morning was new and beautiful. The rage was gone, filled with a calm understanding, and a hint of sadness. It was not fair! Why, when everything seemed to be going right, did the unpredictable happen? It was depressing, thinking that the whole world was set on making you unhappy! Ginny smiled, the whole world was not set on making her unhappy, where had that thought come from? Her depression from the night before had faded away. And now she hated that way she had acted, it was silly, the way she had been thinking only of herself. Blaise had only been trying to take care of Draco, right?

At breakfast the next morning Ginny looked around to try to apologize to Blaise, but he did not appear for the meals of that day. Finally Ginny went up to a civil looking Slytherin girl.

"Do you know where Blaise is?" She asked smiling. The girl sent her a weird look.

"Um, at home with his family!" She answered.

"Thank you!" Ginny whispered, and watched the girl walk away. How could that be? The girl must be mistaken. So Ginny went around the school, and asked all the Slytherins whom she came across the same question.  And the answers were all the same!

Then it dawned on Ginny, someone had used a Polyjuice potion!

So she had finally figured out that I was one who had warned her, she does not yet know who I really am, but that will happen soon enough. I am sure that she will forgive me for all that I have done once she realizes who I am, and what I have done for her! And in time she will love me, that is of course, after I kill that Malfoy!