Chapter Three:

She wasn't sure why she wanted to see him. She wasn't sure what to think at that moment. She walked into the Great Hall for dinner, and all eyes turned to her. Her eyes strayed directly to the Slytherin table. He sat there and bantered with his mates. One gaze to her had him smirking very darkly and then he looked away.

Harry and Ron stood up, rather abruptly and started over toward her. Her legs were so weak that she had to rest against the wall. Breathing was becoming difficult for her now. She was slipping in and out of focus, and just as Harry shouted to her, she blacked out.

She stirred late that night and sat up. The hospital wing flooded into view and she touched her cheek. It was bruised and because of that, the mere brush of fingertips set her into winces. Images came at her in a moment and she cried out. Lying her head back against the pillow she heard a soft rustle. Again, she sat up.

"Hello?" Her voice was tiny and hoarse. Terror swam through her.

"Hello." Someone responded. She was to distraught to figure out who it was. But she didn't need to; for that person sat at the edge of her bed and being to stroke her clean cheek.

"Who are you?" She felt the cold fingers brush up against her and she started.

"Who would you like me to be? I can be anyone. This morning was fun, wasn't it my love?"

"No."

"You're frightened. That's good. You taste better when you're scared." Ginny didn't have time to reply, the intruder's lips silenced her in a searing kiss that left her completely weak.

"Tell me why you did this Draco...was it a bet and you couldn't wait that long?"

"Draco? Oh—you must mean the bastard I knocked out on my way to your dorm. He tried to stop me...said he'd never let anyone hurt you. Stupid fool. So I made him hurt you. It was rather brilliant if I do say so myself."

"Who are you?" Her voice seemed rather hoarse now as she shifted in her bed.

"I'm someone know wants to see you drown, you worthless little rodent." His voice sounded so familiar, but she couldn't place it. Suddenly there was a heavy weight on top of her, suffocating her, making her moan and whimper.

"Easy pet...I'm not going to hurt you." He said soothingly and ran a cold finger down her arm.

"Please...stop." She groaned, and she felt his breath by her ear. His next words told her exactly who she was dealing with.

"I've wanted you forever Ginny. I vowed I'd have you...eventually. Looks like Draco won't be able to help you, because you're afraid of him."

"Get your filthy rapist paws off of her Harry."

She heard Draco shout and Harry was lifted off of her. A few minutes of shouting and struggling and someone fell, another someone grasped Ginny's arm tightly and pulled her into the hallway. The light shone brightly and caught his face.

His eyes flickered in a soft luminous glow of gray, his white-blond hair was tousled and he was paler then usual. He had a bloody nose, and his eyes was black.

"Come on...I won't let him hurt you anymore." He said softly and pulled her down the hall with him. So, that's it? Harry was using Polyjuice. She had clung tighter to him as they walked. She noticed a limp in his step as they reached the Slytherin common room.

"Stay the night, please Ginny." Those were the last words that were spoken before she leaned forward and kissed him.