Without Trust There is No Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any other related materials. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic and all those other people. Basically, I own NOTHING. "Broken" belongs to Seether(feat. Amy Lee).

Author's Note: Hey, you may think the song doesn't really fit, but that particular verse, I thought, fit pretty well. Kind of. Oh yes, and I would love to get some more reviews. ::wink, nudge, hint:: Eh, eh? Kidding.

Dedicated to Melanie because she helped me write. And, of course, it's dedicated to Anna for being an awesome beta and twin.

Chapter 7: Nightmare to Dream

Ginny quickly looked away from Draco, embarrassed at what she had just told him. From the corner of her eye, she could see Draco staring at her, but she could not tell what expression he had on. She bit her lip nervously and looked back at him. To her disappointment, Draco had an amused expression, and he looked like he was about to burst out laughing any second.

"I know it's stupid." Ginny quickly muttered. "You can go ahead and laugh all you want now."

Instead, Draco shook his head with a suppressed grin on his face. He looked away from her and stared at the great lake. Ginny looked into his eyes; the storm that he once had in his gray eyes seemed to fade away. A tinge of light blue seemed to be mixed into the gray, making him look—well, happy.

For a while, they remained in a calm silence. Neither of them had to say anything because Ginny felt comforted already by his presence. The nightmare she had was still clear in her memory, like it had been etched inside her brain. The horror was real, and the pain that she felt was also felt in reality. Closing her eyes, she began to recollect the nightmare once again.

She was in a huge room that she had never seen before. It was dark, with the exception of a dim light coming from the crackling fire place. The floor was smooth marble and it reflected some of the light that the fire provided. Ginny was standing in the middle of the room, completely confused and somewhat frightened. Somehow, she could sense there was another's dark presence in the room with her.

Instinctively, she turned around and saw a dark figure. Without seeing his face, Ginny already knew who it was.

"Ginny, we meet again." Tom said, stepping slowly in the weak light.

Ginny did not answer him. Instead, she glared at him with the utmost hatred. Tom looked the same. He was still the sixteen year old memory; he had the same smirk, the same dark hair, and the same pale and handsome face.

Tom's smile sent a shiver down Ginny's spine. She felt weak at the knees, and she was sure that they would soon give away. Slowly, he stepped closer to her. Ginny didn't move, and she began shaking with agitation and fear. For the strangest reason, she was rooted to the spot, even as Tom caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. Perhaps it was fear that made her unable to move. But something deep inside her, in the smallest corner of her heart knew that it wasn't just fear. Ginny still loved Tom.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" Tom asked, quietly.

They were a couple of inches away from each other. Ginny still did not move.

"You ruined my life, Tom." Ginny whispered.

"The future of me did." Tom answered, simply.

Ginny stepped back, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, Tom." Ginny said, her voice wavering. "It's not just about my mum. My first year at Hogwarts, you used me. You lied to me. And the very memory of you is always haunting my dreams!"

"And I suppose your precious Draco Malfoy didn't ruin your life at some points?" inquired Tom, skeptically.

"Why are you even asking this?" she said. "Draco has nothing to do with any of this!"

Tom smiled again. He looked happy—evilly happy. Almost too happy for the young version of the present Dark Lord.

"You'll see in the future." was all he said.

He stepped closer to Ginny, but she did not budge. He made every inch of her weak…She gazed into his cold eyes. The only question that was in her mind was: How did I fall in love with him five years ago?

As if he was reading her mind, he gently said, "Because I was the only person in your life that ever understood you. And I was the only person that took all your pain away."

"But why did you leave me?" Ginny asked.

Even in her own real thoughts, she had never imagined any of this. Ginny had never fully admitted to herself that she was in love with Tom. The love she felt for him was always blocked with a bitter hatred. Supposedly, she hated him with all her aching heart. But now, she was admitting her deepest, darkest, hidden feeling. What was she doing? What was going on with her?

Tom didn't answer her. Instead, his lips met hers with a passionate kiss. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her to him. At first, Ginny did not know how to react, but as their kiss deepened she did not push him away. But suddenly, the thought of Draco immediately raced into her mind.

"No."she gasped out, pushing Tom away from her.

There was a moment of a ringing silence.

"It's Malfoy isn't it?" Tom said.

For some reason, Ginny had a feeling of guilt inside her. "You don't understand, Tom." Ginny tried to explain. "He's been there for me. He always has. I don't even know where you've been."

Silence.

"I love him." Ginny declared.

Tom looked at her, angrily. Ginny, on the other hand, could not believe she had just said that. But it was true. All her feelings belonged to Draco.

"I love him, Tom." Ginny repeated. "But you wouldn't understand that, would you? You don't even understand how to love someone. You say you care for me, but all you do is use me…"

Tom took out his wand and made a slashing motion at Ginny's body. Her arm formed cuts, and they started oozing out blood. She was sure she had cuts other places too, but she did not see them. With a scream of pain, she staggered backwards. Tom violently shoved her down on the hard, marble floor. Tears formed in her eyes, as she tried to endure the pain. She quickly backed away in the corner of the room, whimpering.

"Ginny," he said, softly yet dangerously. "I think it's you who doesn't understand how to love. Foolish girl." He let out a small chuckle. "You don't even know whether love is real or not."

The blood did not stop flowing nor did the tears. She heard someone else's footsteps, but she could not see who it was. Tom leaned down and gently stroked her bloody and tear- stained cheek. She made a move to slap his hand away, but Tom caught her wrist painfully.

"Get away from me." she choked out.

Tom turned around and faced the person who had just entered the room.

"So you are the Draco Malfoy that Ginny has been talking about all this time." Tom drawled.

Her heart soared with hope. Draco was here! She was going to be okay! She gingerly leaned over and caught a glimpse of Draco. He was pointing his wand shakily at Tom, and he looked somewhat shocked at the fact that Tom knew his name. He asked who Tom was. Tom drew out his name and rearranged the letters into the infamous: I Am Lord Voldemort.

Ginny felt dizzy. The cuts on her body were slowly draining blood away from her body. She could not do anything to stop it. Light headed, she could not really even hear what Tom and Draco were talking about. She was in a small puddle of her own blood, and she was about to pass out. But then, she heard something that caught her dizzy mind's attention.

"You love her, don't you?" Tom said to Draco.

There was a moment of silence, and she heard Draco sigh. Finally, he said in a small whisper, "Yes."

She smiled weakly, and she could not help but to feel joy at the moment. But the next thing that happened made her frightened once more. She was on the verge of fainting; and before she did, she heard Tom speak:

"She gave herself to me five years ago through the diary. She's mine."

The world of darkness devoured her.

"I had the same dream." Draco said, quietly.

Ginny snapped out of her horrible reverie and looked at Draco.He looked back at Ginny, who looked back at him in bewilderment.

"I had the exact same dream that you had; only it was from my point of view." explained Draco.

There was a brief moment of silence, and Ginny let the fact sink in. Was it really possible to have the same dream?

"And I remember…I did confess that I love you." Draco said, a bit nervously.

Anxiously, Ginny waited. A spark of hope began to light up inside her heart, as she earnestly looked at him and waited. Draco looked at the ground for a while and finally looked back up to meet Ginny's eyes. Something was written in his eyes, and she felt that he desperately wanted to tell her. He remained silent.

Ginny looked away from him to hide her disappointment. For a while, Ginny had to control her tears from falling down. Calmly, she breathed and restrained the pain that was aching inside her heart.

"Well, it was just a dream." Ginny said, shrugging. She remembered what she had said to Tom and how she felt about him in the dream."People tend to say silly things in dreams."

Draco looked a bit perplexed when she said this, but agreed hesitantly, "Oh…yeah…I suppose they do."

Ginny looked down at the ground, so Draco wouldn't see the tears that had already swelled in her eyes. She could not see why she couldn't control this emotion. Quietly, she kept telling herself it was just an infatuation and Draco would never ever, truly love her.

Luckily, Draco had looked at the lake again, so he did not notice the silent tears, rolling down Ginny's cheeks. She bit her lip to stop the sob, but she could not. She gasped for breath, and Draco quickly looked back at her.

He put his arms around her and held her close. "What's wrong? Is it the dream?"

Ginny pushed him away and said angrily, "I was thinking of the part where you said you loved me. And—and I'm crying because I know you never will."

Ginny wiped some tears away with her sleeve and continued, "It's pathetic, I know. But I can't help what I feel and—"

Suddenly, Draco leaned over and gave Ginny a gentle kiss. She felt that the kiss spoke every word that Draco had in his eyes. It was not like the kiss they had before. Somehow, she felt that this kiss was genuine and came from real feelings. Draco firmly gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer towards

He pulled away and whispered fiercely, "I love you, Ginny, and I always will."

Through her tears that had now turned to joy, she smiled. Without any further talk, her lips met his again. The feeling she felt could not be described. It was relief. It was happiness; perhaps even bliss. But one thing she knew for sure: it was love.

They broke apart, and Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny. She leaned against his chest, and the last of her tears fell away. She felt Draco kiss the top of her head and rest his head there.

Quietly, Ginny said, "I love you too Draco."

Draco drew in a sharp breath, and he said, "I thought if there was no trust, there isn't any love."

Ginny smiled and said, "Well, maybe I trust you now. I trust you more than anyone in the world right now."

Ginny felt Draco stiffen. She looked at him, frowning and asked what was wrong. He quickly shook his head indicating that it was nothing. Again, their lips met. The kiss was short and quick. Ginny leaned against him and closed her eyes. Draco twirled strands of her hair between his fingers. They grew silent. Words weren't needed right now.

The sun was still slowly rising, and Ginny guessed that it was probably 5 in the morning. No one would be awake until seven. She was glad that they still had two hours together. A cold breeze blew by, which made Ginny snuggle closer to Draco. He hugged her closer to him.

Something was missing. She could feel it. Slowly, she put her hands into her robe pockets. Her wand was gone. Frantically, she pushed away from Draco, which made him stare at her in question.

"Oh, damn."she whispered, feeling around her robes and her other pockets.

"What is it?" Draco said.

"My wand."she muttered, still looking around her. "It's gone. It must've dropped out of my robes when we bumped into each other in the corridors."

Ginny made a move to get up, but Draco stopped her. Instead, he got up. Ginny looked at him, bemused. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She opened her mouth to say something, but Draco cut her off.

"You stay here." he said. "I'll get it."

"What—No, it's alright, Draco." Ginny said, standing up. "I can get it. I know where it is…"

"And so do I." Draco pointed out.

"You don't have to," Ginny began.

Draco waved his hand impatiently and said, "I'll get it, Gin. You've had a long night…with the nightmare about Riddle or whatever."

"So did you." Ginny pressed.

"Well, I'm not scared of him, am I?" Draco said, raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't the one who was nearly frightened half to death."

Ginny knew he was joking, so she laughed. Before she could protest, Draco already began walking towards the castle. He turned around, walked backwards, and gestured to Ginny that he'd be back in a minute. Ginny decided that he was right; she did have a long night. With a sigh, she dropped back down on the ground, staring at the lake. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

The worst is over now

And we can breathe again

I want to hold you high

And steal my pain away

There's so much left to learn

And no one's left to fight

I want to hold you high

And steal your pain

..Seether..

::..Amy Lee..::