I woke with a start, sweat running down my brow and my entire body shaking. I could tell I had been screaming, as my throat was dry and raw. I could feel the hot tears rolling down my face, and I crumpled into a small ball, clutching onto my blankets. I sat in that fetal position for hours, not wanting to go back to sleep to the memories.

The sun creeped through the window, painting the room with colors as the light hit the panes of glass. I slowly distangled myself from my bed, going to the bathroom to wash my face. I hated it when I cried, as my face would be pale and my eyes red the rest of the day. My hands shook as reached for the washcloth, and as I looked at it, I could almost see it painted with red, blood dripping down it. I clutched my hand back, cradeling it as I sank to the ground.

"No....I didn't mean to....it wasn't me....."

"Yes it was.....it was me....It's all my fault...it would have never happened if I hadn't done that...It was me.....It was my fault Voldemort hurt those people...if I hadn't opened the chamber...."

I curled into a ball, crying into my knees.

"I'm sorry....I'm sorry...I'm sorry....I'm sorry...."

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Potions that day was what nearly every student in the school could have ever wished for. Sure, it was doubles with the Slytherins, but considering that Snape wasn't there, I think that well enough made up for it. There were complete instructions on the board, and we were to follow them completely. They had all the years in there as well, so everybody was helping everybody else.

I didn't like it. I didn't want anybody noticing me....So I stayed in a corner, being quite and trying to go unnoticed. It worked greatly. I was the last person in the room, and I took a long time getting my things together. I was trying to compose myself. I hadn't meant to , but my tears started falling again as I worked on the potion. I was incrdiably greatfull that nobody ever noticed me...

"Why were you crying, Weasly?"

I guess I was wrong....I spun around, and saw Malfoy standing behind me.

"I...it's noting, Malfoy..."

I turned back around, my hands almost dropping the vial I was holding as I tried to put it away. I gasped as I felt warm fingers enfold mine, and I stared down at his hand holding mine.

"Your shivering."

"I........"

"Ginny....what's wrong?"

I pulled my hand away from his, holding both of my hands to my chest, and leaning forward onto the table. Drops of water pattered onto the hard wooden desk, leaving small stains on it.

"It's nothing...It's nothing...please, just go away...."

I felt him still there, it almost seemed like he was hesitating. What was he thinking about? Why couldn't he just leave?

I gasped again as I felt his warmth once again enfolding me. But it wasn't just my hand this time, I was amazed for a while, then my jumbled mind told me that he was hugging me....He was hugging me....

iIt's a hug...I'm hugging you.

I don't want to be hugged...

yes, but there will be a lot of things I do that you won't like.

What? Tom, what are you doing? Please...stop Tom! No....don't.....your not supposed to touch me there...please Tom, stop, please, no, please, no, no, no..../i

"NO!" I jerked away, falling onto the ground, once again curling into a ball, the safest feeling for me when I was all together like that...so people couldn't get at me...

"Ginny...."

I felt a tentative hand on my shoulder, and I flinched away, whimpering.

"No, Tom...please...don't touch me....I didn't mean to, Tom...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...."

"Gin, Ginny, There's no Tom here, please...Gin?"

"I promise I'll do what you say, Tom...just please...stop....please....no...."

I felt him grab my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. I shut my eyes tight, trying my best to fight him. But his grip was so strong.

"Please.....no...please..."

"VIRGINIA! LOOK AT ME! There's no Tom here! It's just you and me, Virginia! There's no one else!"

My eyes opened slowly. "V-Virginia....?"

He softened his grip, talking gently and softly.

"It...is your name, isn't it?"

"Y-you...It was you....."

"Gin...Are you alright?"

"I..."

As I noticed what had happened, my eyes widened, a look of horror crossing my face.

"Oh my god.....Oh my god...I...I....." I jumped up, trying to run, but Draco was still holding my shoulders, and as I tried to pull away, he pulled back, pulling me into him. I was breathing hard into his chest, my body once again shaking.

"D-dr- M- Malfo- Malfoy...."

"It's ok...He's not here."

I sobbed, snuggling up to him, reveling in the warmth he emitted.

"I'm sorry Draco....I'm sorry.....I'm sorry.....I'm sorry..........."

"Shhh...." He gently pushed my hair from my face, and the movement calmed me, making me feel as if everything would be fine as long as he didn't stop, as long as he didn't let go. "It's ok, its not your fault...Not at all."

"If you two are i quite /i finished. I would rather you snog somewhere i other /i than my classroom.

I gasped, pushing away from Draco and looking into the cold face of one Proffesor Snape. I could feel the red creeping onto my face.

"I-I-I-"I jumped up, running out of the class, not even noticing that I left all of my things there. I ran all the way to my common room, slamming the picture behind her.

"I would appreciate being closed i gently /i thank you!"

I sat on my bed, my breaths coming in great heaving gasps. I clutched my pillow, eyes wide with what had just happened. Thinking of him, and his warm arms around me, I was lulled into sleep, resting the eyes that had refused to close for so long. My dreams that time were not frightening...or anything of the sort...but I kept thinking of him...and how safe I felt around him...

My dreams that night....Were of Draco.