She looked at him with those eyes again. Those eyes that he couldn't help but

stare into. Those eyes that held her secrets of life, the ones he desired to know. The ones

he would eventually find out. Those eyes that were tearing away all his shields and defenses

and giving the impression of a great secret keeper. He took a deep breath and sighed. He

was ready.

"Please, if I'm going to say this I cannot be interrupted. This is the only time I will

ever speak of this without the shit being beaten outta me. Ok, my father has ruined my

life. I was five years old the first time I saw some one get killed. My father used

Avada Kedavra on a muggle girl. I never wanted to see anything like that again. Never

ever again. After that he made me murder the girl's sister by hand. I didn't want to...

I had to slit her throat and wrists. After that I had to cut her open, burn her heart.

It was horrible, there was so much blood, and when I stopped adn cried my father

used yelled "Crucio" and I fell to the floor in pain. He would then kick me and I'd cry more.

I swear I hate that man.

Then, when I came here, my father told me that I must beat Harry Potter in every way

possible. You can imagine how furius he was when Potter made the Quidditch team first

year and I didn't. I was beaten so badly... My father would have killed me if I cried again,

but I was ready to die, all that pain was killing me. I wish he would have just killed me.

I watched him beat my mother. I watched him hurt her so badly. She was afraid too. I knew

if I ever left she'd be the one punished. She'd be the one to die. I never wanted to let that

happen. Sometimes when he'd hit her I would take care of her afterwards. He's beat

me for that too. He'd beat me if I even acted weak. It was horrible.

Then I told him I didn't want to be a death eater. He hit me across the room and my

mother stepped in, he almost killed her. I have no choice but to become a death eater

now, the best I can do is become one and learn Occlumancy. Then I can be a spy.

If I'm good enough. Anyway, I'm getting the mark the week after graduation." He stopped

and added sarcastically, "I can't wait."

Ginny looked at him and had tears in her eyes. How could she have not figured that

he had been beaten or tortured by curses? His father was a death eater, he had no problem

using evil things on innocent people. But Draco murdered some innocent girl.

All she had done was be born a muggle. But it wasn't his fault, something deep

inside of her answered back, it was his father's fault.

Ginny walked over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him. She wrapped her

arms around him and let him cry, she knew he had to. She knew he needed her to be

quiet and just hold him. She just knew it. He cried into her for hours, and she stayed

there silently. He greatly appreciated it, too.

When he had finished crying he looked up at her in thanks. She smiled at him and

held him a little tighter to acknowledge she understood. His eyes darted to her lips

and he couldn't help but want to taste their sweet taste. He put his hand behind her

head and pulled her in towards him. He kissed her softly , barely brushing their

lips together at first, then pressing them together for a possionate kiss. They both knew

there was more to this kiss than met the eye. There were underlying feelings that they

both had.

He pressed his lips to hers again and ran his fingers through her messy hair. Her messy,

messy hair. Hmm, he wondered, how had it gotten this messy since the ball? Maybe she

had undid it while listening to me... Her hands rested on his chest and his moved slowly

down her body to her hips, and he picked her up and sat her on his lap. He rubbed his

hands up and down her sides and she let out a little moan of desire at the end of their

kiss. She wanted him almost as bad as he wanted her, but what was that going

to lead them to?