(Author's Note: This chapter is short for a reason...I was itching to get this part done. So enjoy and don't forget to review. There is still more in store for everyone...! Oo...)

Chapter Four:

She picked up a piece of toast that night at dinner. She was told that she was allowed to leave after Madam Pomfrey thoroughly examined her. When she had woken up around dinnertime Draco was already gone.

Now she sat, fiddling with her meal. Ron, Harry and Hermione kept staring at her. She wished that they wouldn't...nobody had heard about what happened. They'd all be too terrified to be around her. She almost liked it that way.

He stared at her from across the Hall. He had to admit that she looked a lot better in just a few hours rest. People wouldn't know what happened. They'd never really understand.

He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. That was his mother's doing. She insisted that he wear those, his eyes had been acting up the summer before his final year. Though, once he wore them to school, loads of girls swarmed over him worse then ever.

But she...she was different. She didn't swarm, fact was that she didn't even look. And he liked that about her. When he started to develop feelings for her he thought it was just some sick infatuation. Even after sitting with her before he resisted the urge to kiss her lips. He knew it was stupid and she would push away. This didn't deserve to happen to her. She was too goddamn good for this kind of thing.

"Hey...what's up?" One of the Slytherins asked. Draco looked down and discovered that he was squeezing the life out of a poor innocent biscuit.

"Nothing." He spat and stood up to leave. He swept past the Gryffindor table and smiled briefly at her before disappearing into the hall. He didn't know when he would see her again...but he had a feeling that he wouldn't have to wait long.

"This is going to be fun my pet."

"Shut up. You've done enough." She hissed at him, as he walked a circle around her.

"This is only the beginning my lovely little vixen. Soon, oh very soon your world will all coming crashing down. I guarantee it. Now give us a kiss and go cry on his shoulder."

"Go to hell..." His hand whipped out and he smacked her.

"What have I told you about the language? You have such poor manners...I'd hoped after your prelude with Severus that he would have taught you manners. Perhaps I was wrong to take him over," His eyes glinted suddenly.

"Perhaps...I should have taken over that boy? But then again his blood flows in a different direction. Apparently he has no dark blood. Not a single drop left after the incarceration of his father. He would be worthless...because he cares too damn much for you. It's disgusting, really. Shameful. He is unworthy."

"No he isn't. You don't know him." Ginny was trembling now, the power of fear had taken her before she could stop it. He stopped pacing around her and stared. Lord he was beautiful. His dark hair always looked windswept and his eyes were always hungry.

"You know so little about him as well. Now wake up and run to him...hide behind him like the frightened little girl you will always be."

He swung open the door to his dorm to find a rather disheveled and trembled redhead looking at him. Carefully he ushered her inside and sat with her on his bed. A blur of silver and green flew past her as she sat down. It wasn't until he touched her shoulder that she completely broke down. Gently, he pushed her hair behind her ear and lifted her chin.

"He's hurting you again. What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter...you couldn't stop him if you wanted." He knew she was right, for now.

"Are you hungry? You barely ate anything tonight." She had just noticed that his glasses were lopsided. She frowned more and reached up to fix them. Slowly she brushed the hair away from his eyes. Staring at him for only a few moments had her lost in thought. She was here because she was terrified, not just of Tom but the new secret she held.

"I...what's that?" She glanced at his hidden hand, gray vapor could be seen. He lifted his hand and produced a cigarette.

"You smoke."

"It relaxes me. I've had a lot on my mind. Now back to my earlier question. Hungry?"

"No. I-I'm sorry I bothered you."

He smiled lazily and shook his head. She watched the cigarette ashes fall to the floor. When he had looked at her again it made her heart stop. His gaze was utterly flawless...she could read his face so clearly. He was worried, concerned...and struggling all at once.

"You don't have to be afraid. But it's all right if you are, it doesn't make you a bad person. So to what do I owe this little visit?" He outstretched his hand and grasp hers but she had moved away from him. She knew he wanted to help...but how could he help with this secret?

"I needed a favor. And I know that this is completely absurd...and I should have just—I'm sorry." She stood and moved to the door. Her hand was around the knob when his warm hand touched her shoulder...and she welcomed it by turning to face him.

You don't have to be afraid. His words echoed in her head before she let her voice go.

"I need you to...to..."

"To what?" He asked, as he tilted her chin up so that she saw her own eyes reflected in his glasses.

"I need you to father my baby." He watched her touch her stomach and she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.

All but her sobs and his strange breathing were what went through the room. He swallowed nervously and let his hands slid to her back locking her in a tight embrace. Finally he found his voice; it was tiny and raspy.

"O-of course."