Chapter Five:

Soft breathing touched her cheeks as she stirred the next morning. The sun had crept into the room and damn near devoured the two who lay enveloped into each other's arms. As soon as she opened her eyes she was greeted by a familiar silver-gray stare. Perfect lips curled into a delicate smile and he brushed her cheek with his fingertips.

"Morning..." He yawned lightly and she giggled. He blinked and frowned at her. Running a hand through his hair he tousled it more then it already was. She smiled at him and smoothed his hair out and kissed his jaw.

"It's still early...I should go." She sat up, prepared to stand when greedy hands clasped around her middle and pulled her back rather hard. She slammed into his chest and he groaned from the impact, but still held her tightly.

"I was under the impression that you were enjoying yourself." She made some type of whimpering noise mixed with a moan and a gasp when she felt his tongue on her neck. It was hot and wet and it made her shudder. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that both his eyes were closed in relaxation and that he seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly.

"It's not funny. I really need to go. Let me go..." She wasn't angry, because she had started to laugh and stopped as he untangled himself from behind her, got around to face her, and took her hands in his and kissed her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she felt him against his thighs. Things were slowly coming together.

Well he can't sleep at night

And he can't do what's right

It was all because she came into his life

It's a deep obsession, taking up his time

She's all that he wants, she's all he needs

She's everything he just won't believe
Take away his doubt, turn him inside out
Then she can see what he's been dying to say
but things don't always turn out that way


She shifted slightly and allowed his lower body to settle between her thighs. (A/N: It's kinky! Oo! I'm going to try and hold off on the sex scene for as long as possible.) She moaned softly as she felt his fingers travel to hold her hips; his nails ran down the sides of her body in the process to get there.

"Please..."

Blinking at him, she began to stroke his cheek. His face paled and he frowned. His eyes shimmered and she felt the tear drip down onto her neck.

"What's wrong?"

"Please...don't give up on me. I need..."

He never got to finish his sentence because his lips suddenly curled and his eyes grew cold. She tried to scream, but he clamped his hand over her mouth. Sniggering most sinisterly his fingers now caressed the inner part of her thigh.

"He's away at the moment...he sent me in his place. Don't be so tense, it will hurt more." His controller purred haughtily against Ginny's throat and she cried out through his hand. That's when the struggling started, she kicked and bit at him. He smacked her twice across the face and pressed his body more to hers. He laughed and grabbed her hand, dragged it down to his erection and held it there.

"Now you know how a real man feels, instead of that boy." His voice hissed in her ear as she fought to get her hand back up. (A/N: Poor Ginny! I'm so awful to her!) But something happened then that neither expected. The attacker withdrew from her body, and knocked into the dresser as he held his head.

"GET OUT! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU BELONG!"

"I don't think so...your days of possession are over, father."

Ginny's eyes widened and she rolled over on the bed and vomited on the floor. Bringing her head up, she saw Draco staring at her from the fireplace. He was covered in ash and soot, apparently he must of had a fight to get his father out of him and fell into the fireplace. She almost giggled.

"God, did he hurt you?" His voice was soft and genuine-that was hers. Carefully she nodded and gingerly touched her cheek; three slashes were there, and as Draco came closer he saw them.

"It hurts."

"Fuck you!" She jumped and stared at him. He was staring out the window.

"Draco?" He didn't seem to hear her. His hands tightened on the sill and he hung his head.

"You never learn, do you? No wonder you're in jail you rotten shit. You can't command me to hurt the person I care for, nor will I let you. I know the only way to stop you..."

And he must confess
All the impure thoughts of his beautiful temptress
although he keeps it all bottled up inside
although he keeps it all safe within his mind, oh yeah

She raced off the bed and went to reach for him. His fingers trembled as he held tight on the window sides. She wanted to touch, afraid if she did then he would slip. Then he'd be gone.

"Don't do this!"

"He's hurting me, I can't deal anymore." He leaned forward and something stopped him.

"You said not to give up on you!" Small arms encircled his middle and pulled back. They crumbled to the floor together and she cried into him.

"You really care, don't you?" He asked softly, stroking her cheek as he stared directly down at her. He sounded very surprised.

"You can't go..."

"And why not?" Slowly his mouth twitched.

"Because I..."

"Yes?"

"I love you, jackass!"

"Yes...I thought that you might." He smirked and kissed her temple. The rest of the morning was silent for them. Ginny sat by the fire with her knees drawn up to her chest. He sat behind her, and held her waist. Each just happy with the silence and having the other to hold.