Time goes on a string, so slow at times that you feel as though you've lost your balance on reality. That's how things go when you're uncertain of what the future has in store for you...and when fate tries to push it's way in....Everything that was and will be gets tangled up and thrown at you in a simplistic order. And this is what binds you to certain events, and perhaps, certain unexpected outcomes.

Chapter One:

Snow fell in thick sheets around Hogwarts castle, it was late in December and Christmas had come and gone. Just like always, the Weasleys were given sweets and each a knitted sweater, and each in different colors. Ron had gotten a maroon sweater with an R on it and the Gryffindor lion. Ginny, the youngest and only girl had gotten a blue one. As they were the last of the Weasley clan in the school, it made Christmas feel unhappy. They couldn't share their sweets with Fred and George, or show the Twins what else they had been given. They both settled for showing Harry and Hermione.

Breakfast the morning of the day after Christmas was drowned to a soft murmur of voices, as there weren't many students in the school, more then half had gone home for Christmas vacation. Ron decided, along with Hermione that they would be staying, since it was their last year. Harry was requested to stay by Dumbledore.

Hastily, Ginny sat down at Gryffindor table, dressed in a blue shirt and a pair of jeans. Ron looked thunderstruck that she hadn't worn her sweater. His maroon one peaked out from underneath his robes. Hermione smirked at Harry's side, who returned a somewhat nervous smile. Ginny smiled crossly and buttered a piece of toast. While chewing it, her eyes strayed to the table on the other side of the room. Someone caught her eye, or rather accidentally stumbled into his eye view.

He was a Slytherin and the only one who irritated all the Gryffindors so much so that Harry and Ginny's older brother had beat the crap out of him after a Quidditch game. He was still very sour toward them because of it. But for some reason, these days he didn't bother Ginny very much. His stare was fixated on her for quite some time, before someone pulled those gray eyes away from her.

Shrill laughter filled the air and Ginny's eyes strayed to Pansy Parkinson. She was in love with Draco and was constantly trying to get him to want her. Fat chance. She was the type of person who thought she was brought up from royalty, because she had always gotten what she wanted...until it came to Draco.

Ginny got up so suddenly that her plate and goblet fell to the floor. All eyes were on her as she scurried out of the Hall and went outside into the fresh morning air. The breeze nipped gently at her face, while wrapping her long red hair around her neck. She brushed it away and took a seat by the lake. The grounds near the Quidditch Pitch were deserted. She settled herself against the oak tree that overlooked the lake, and shut her eyes.

Distorted images skittered across her mind and she let out a yelp as a hand clamped around her shoulder. She saw the pale skin and knew exactly who had a grip on her. But she didn't know why.

"What are you doing?" She hissed at him, as he uncoiled from her and sat down next to her, after stretching a bit and stared at her intently.

"You were acting strange. I had to stop you, it would have been bad for my image if I'd had a crazy person next to me." He sneered at her, flicking a strand on blond hair away from his cold gray eyes.

"Bad for your image? Give me a break..." She snorted at him, as the shadows continued to dance around in her mind, causing her to take hold of her head slowly. A moan trembled from her lips and she leaned against the tree breathing deeply. And the last thing she saw before she fainted was his eyes, looking terribly distraught.