Dude, I actually got another review! This is so exciting I think I'll tell my mum. No, actually I won't because I don't need another reason for my family to tease me about my dorkiness. Like seriously, what Vogue loving teenager plays with Pokemon? Cha, me. ............................................................................ ............................................................................ .......................................

Days like the present reminded Ginny of the times she had to stay inside when it rained while the boys snuck outside to play on their brooms. But her mum always made cookies and she got to lick the bowl. She always went back upstairs with a hunk of dough in her hand and drew pictures with the window open so she could smell the rain and listen to the boys try to be quiet. Yes, a rainy Saturday like this always made nostalgia stick to you, no matter what.

Ginny had been painting Charisse's toenails in her four-poster bed, but stopped nearly five minutes ago without her noticing. The rain falling outside the window distracted her. It had started raining sometime last week and hadn't stopped since. Well, actually she wasn't just staring out the window, she was thinking about what had happened the day before. It replayed vividly in her mind.

"Ginny, what are you doing?" Draco asked, pulling his lips away from hers.

"Kissing you." She replied with a smile.

"Oh, okay!" He pulled her into the room nearest them and proceeded to make-out.

Well, they did until the drugs started to wear off, and suddenly Draco didn't seem too nice anymore, and Ginny didn't seem too cute, either. Well, she was still cute, but the thought of kissing a Weasley disgusted him.

"Geroff, Weasel!" Draco said as he got up.

"Gladly, Ferret!" Ginny replied, purposely stepping on his foot with her oh so purdy Mary-Janes.

"You're not to tell anyone!"

"Don't tell me what I can can't do, you bag of scum."

"Why not? You seem to like listening to Potter. Why not me?"

"That was ages ago!"

"Yea, I bet. Did you drug him, too?"

"What?"

"Yea, you drugged me so I'd make-out with you!"

"I did not! You agreed to buy it."

"You took advantage of me!"

"When you put it that way, it sounds as if I raped you."

"You pretty much did!"

"What do you care? You're just a horny two-timing bastard!" Ginny was getting very pissed off indeed, her ears were redder than a baboons arse, but Draco didn't look too please either.

And then he hit her. Sort of. He went to slap her, but then realized what he was doing and just patted her cheek. Then Ginny stormed out, leaving Draco angry, sad, and utterly confused.

Charisse looked over her copy of Teen Witch, of which she had been reading aloud out of for the past ten minutes, "Gin, hun, my toes are only half 'Poser Jet' I need them to be totally 'Poser Jet' if I'm ever going to attracted Terry. He is sooo gorgeous! Isn't he? You know, it says right here that guys like him like it when girls are different and original and stuff." and she went on and on about Terry until Ginny had something to say.

She looked up from her art, "Isn't he already going with that Sally-Ann nucker?"

"They broke it off last week, so he's vulnerable! Oh, and she's going by 'Anne' now, just so you know."

"But that's just so evil!"

"You're just jealous", Charisse shook her head in a maddenly annoying way and copied Ginny's sigh.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh come off it! You're so into Malfoy it's disgusting!"

"Somewhere across the room came, "Ginny fancies Malfoy?!"

"Shut up, Branstone." Charisse yelled.

"Shut up, Charisse." Ginny said to her toes.

"Yea, shut up, Charisse." Mattie shouted back.

Mattie Branstone and Charisse Diggle had been enemies since their 3rd year when Mattie caught Charisse snogging with her boyfriend, Silas Finch. Ginny had been forced to keep the peace between them ever since. Daisy Zellar, the fourth girl in their year and house, wasn't much help because she was always in the Ravenclaw house. Nobody really knew what she did over there, except for maybe Ravenclaws, but they knew it had something to do with sex. Mattie would never admit she was snooping when she came across some sort of initiation paper when she 'accidentally' opened Daisy's trunk. Ginny couldn't find it, but she figured it was something kinky because she found a scroll with various sex positions on it. And Ginny wondered why she didn't have any friends her age.

"Did you hear what she just called me?!" Charisse screamed at Ginny.

Ginny had been staring out the window again, "No I didn't, care to repeat it, Mattie?"

"I called her a bitchy whore."

"Oh no you didn't!" Charisse yelled at her.

"Yes, yes I did."

"No you didn't!" Charisse was now standing in the middle of the room shaking her finger at Mattie.

"Yea, I think she did, Charisse, why don't you sit down and let your toes dry?"

Charisse was staring daggers at Mattie, but for the sake of her toes, she sat down on her bed and Ginny threw her Teen Witch to her.

"I'm going to go to the library, are you two going to be safe in each others company?" Ginny asked tentatively.

"I'll play nice if she does." said Mattie.

"Whatever." Charisse responded.

"Alright..." Ginny left the room, but not for the library.

She stopped in the common room to tell Colin she needed camera help later, and then she left. Not for the library, defiantly not for the library. ............................................................................ ............................................................................ .......................................

"Where were you yesterday?" came a shrill voice from the opposite end of the room.

"Not here."

"But WHERE?!"

"Pansy, it's none of your business."

"But, Drakeykins-"

"Don't call me that."

Pansy hopped on his bed and put her arms around him, "I just want to know. I heard things, ya know."

"Then listen to them" he pushed her off of him.

Pansy raised her eyebrows, "You were smoking weed in the prefects bathroom with group of pornstars?"

"Yes, indeed I was."

"Were you really?" she looked so shocked, Draco would have laughed if he wasn't so annoyed with her.

Draco stared at her blankly, of course he wasn't, Pansy had CSP (Common Sense Point) of a rat, "Yes, of course I was."

"But what about us?! What about me?! What about your future?!" Pansy was going into a panic mode.

"Pansy! Get a hold of yourself, of course I wasn't!"

"Oh." Pansy slouched down onto the bed pillows.

"Don't worry about it."

"Why are you so grouchy."

"Stomachache."

"Want me to rub it for you?"

"I just need a nap."

"I'll nap with you."

"No, it hurts too much to do anything."

"I'll take you up to the hospital wing!"

"No, I just need a nap."

"I think you need to go up to the hospital wing."

"I don't."

"I'll get Crabbe and Goyle to carry you. Don't strain yourself!" Pansy hopped off the bed and started to make towards the door.

"Pansy! Honestly, I just need a nap."

"But what if it's serious!?" she waved her hands in the air.

"I just need a fucking nap!" Draco was now looking her straight in the eye, his teeth gritted.

"FINE! See if I care when your stomach explodes and you're dead." She stomped out of the room in a huff.

"I hope to Merlin you don't," he said to himself.

He lay there, truly feeling like a two-timing bastard. And with the little run-in with the Weasel that made him a three-timing git. He hated himself. He hated Pansy. He hated Blaise. He hated Ginny. He hated everything. He felt terrible, just terrible, he was seriously considering just getting up and going for a walk. To nowhere in particular, just a walk. A fucking walk, a goddamn walk, he thought. And with that, he got up. Making sure Pansy wasn't in the common room; he slipped out into the dungeons. ............................................................................ ............................................................................ .......................................

Ginny hadn't forgotten about the light thing had seen last week, but she had been a little scared of seeing it again. Now she was prepared, she had her wand, and a Sneak-O-Scope. If it were dangerous, the Sneak-O-Scope would probably go off, right? She couldn't worry herself with that question she could handle herself. She made her way to the library, humming a little song she made up herself.

I am vindicated
I am selfish, I am wrong
I am right, I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now
The things you swore you saw yourself

She was in the back of the library trying to find something suspicious when-

"Ginny...." she heard that same spine-tingling voice she'd heard earlier.

"Hello?" she whispered.

"Ginny... Beautiful Ginny..."

The beautiful part creeped her out, it reminded her of a certain person she'd rather forget, "Where are you?"

"I'm right here, I've always been here..."

"I can't see you..."

Ginny was getting very scared now, but she could handle it. And her Sneak-O-Scope wasn't buzzing or anything, so it must be okay to trust the voice.

"Follow this..." that same light appeared just a foot over her.

Of course, Ginny wanted to follow it, but she remembered what her mother had once told her "Don't trust anything that can talk unless you can see where it keeps its brain". But she figured just following it to see what direction it was going couldn't hurt.

"Okay." And so she followed it. She followed it for a full half hour, not quite registering where it was leading her. She wasn't aware over her surroundings at all, just that little light. It was hypnotizing her, all she could think of was to follow it, she didn't even notice when her Sneak-O-Scope starting whistling. It was like she was floating, just floating... ............................................................................ ............................................................................ .......................................

Hospital Wing. The next day.

Ginny didn't know what happened. One minute she was in the library, the next she was in the hospital wing. She didn't understand it. Nor did she understand why not Ron, or Harry, or even Hermione were standing over her bed, but Draco.

"Dragons and kryptonite ate my mom's pudding." She whispered, relaying her dream to him.

"Must have been good pudding?" Draco raised his eyebrow.

Ginny nodded, "Chocolate is the best."

"So…. you're awake." he said.

"Why are you here?" she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Nice to see you, too."

"I didn't mean it like that, I just didn't expect it." she shrugged, "I could have sworn I was scum in your eyes."

"You are."

"So sweet."

"I just came in to see if you were alright, you were pretty beat up yesterday."

"I was?!" Ginny thought maybe a swarm of books had attacked her or something.

"Yea, I found you up in the right astronomy tower."

"We aren't allowed up there." Ginny scolded him.

"I was only up there to see where the screaming was coming from!"

"What screaming?" Ginny had gone a very pale colour and had a very faint voice. Had that small light tried to kill her?!

"You're screaming, I guess. I went up and saw it was you screaming... I was going to leave you there."

"What?!"

"But then when I tried to tell you to shut up..." He took a seat in the chair next to the bed.

"Yes...?"

"Some of your friends brought you sweets, care for one?" he was obviously trying to get out of saying what had happened.

"Oh, alright!" Ginny smiled and took a chocolate frog; but then realized something was obviously wrong, "WAIT! You didn't tell me what happened."

"Yes I did."

"No, you didn't"

"I did so."

"You didn't."

"I do believe I did." Draco nodded.

"Tell me. Or I'll tell everyone you're a drug addict, and a two-timing bastard."

"I'm not!"

"It's in your system, it all says you're druggie, and… pictures."

"You wouldn't"

"To hell I would."

"I don't..."

"I'm a big girl, Ferret, I can handle it."

"Well, I um..."

"What?!"

"I realized you were the only one up there."

"Then what was I screaming at?" Ginny inquired darkly.

"I don't know." He said quickly.

"You must know."

"No, I don't believe I do." he said very unconvincingly.

"I really think you do..." she prodded.

"I'm not telling you," he said flatly.

"Why not?" Ginny's ears began to pink.

"I don't think you could..."

"You don't think I could handle it, huh?"

"No, I don't think you could." he shook his head.

"And you can?"

"Yes."

"You're such a big boy. But may I remind you that I can handle being dragged into the Chamber of Secrets and almost killed." Truthfully, Ginny couldn't handle it, and as soon as she said it she wished she hadn't.

Draco's eyes widened as though he had divulged a preciously dark secret on accident.

"You- You saw him. He was there, was- wasn't he?" Ginny suddenly had the urge to run back home and live the rest of her life as a muggle.

"Well- no- sort of- not exactly- Riddle." he hung his head, "It was a ghost, I just saw a ghost."

Ginny let out a shriek of horror, what did this mean? Was Tom going to come back for her?

"Malfoy!" Madam Pomfrey yelled, it echoed around the stone room.

"Madam Pomfrey?" he said uncertainly.

"Out! Out! Out! Out!"

Draco gathered his things and rushed out of the room.

"What did he tell you dear?" She asked Ginny tentatively.

"Nothing." Ginny lied.

"I hope he didn't tell you that story he made up about Tom Riddle, that's what he told me." she said shaking her head and adjusting Ginny's surroundings, "I'll have to write a letter to his father... Making up these things.... honestly... Nothing to joke about...."

"It's not true, is it?"

"Of course not" she snapped.

"Oh." Ginny had the faintest feeling that maybe Draco wasn't lying. ............................................................................ ............................................................................ .......................................

Hugs to all that review! I know it might not be a very fascinatingly juicy chapter, but hey, I wrote it in like 2 hours! Have a good one. And the song was Vindicated by Dashboard Confessionals. It's my most favourite song ever.