(Author's Note: This is not the end of my story, although, the demon has been revealed (so-to-speak) Draco and Ginny still face a new threat. Things are fair from over with the darkness that hounds them.)

Chapter Six:

They had spent time apart the next week, on her request. Something told her that whatever was going on was not over. Fear seized her every time she saw Draco in the hall. It was extremely difficult for each not to touch the other as they slipped by in the corridors.

She sat outside by the lake that afternoon; she wasn't very hungry and had tons of work to do. She had pinned back her hair and let it fall down to her shoulders and past as she scowled down at the piece of parchment in front of her. She was concentrating rather hard and she barely noticed the footsteps. Turning her head slightly, she was caught off guard as the person grabbed her hair and yanked. She cursed before she was turned to face him. His lips curled and his eyes narrowed.

"Who do you think you are getting involved with my son like that?"

"What do you think you're doing manhandling a student?" She had stupidly missed the fact that Mr. Malfoy had broken out of jail a week ago. She'd even read about it.

"Nobody seems to be stopping me." She made a lunge for his face, his grabbed her hand and broke her fingers. Her scream was squeaky as he covered her mouth with his hand. He had let her go by the hair and held her against him.

Her body felt weak, but she couldn't let it...

He'd hurt her...

Just like the night...

"Please..." She moaned as he removed his hand. A nasty smirk appeared on his lips as she spoke.

"Please what? There's no begging for you, you've ruined my son."

"He was a-a-already ruined!" She managed to shout while massaging her fingers.

"You should know better then that Ginny. Do you want me to hurt you?" She shut her eyes as the events of that night played an encore. She struggled, he hit her. She screamed...and he hurt her more.

(A/N: I swear this is not a rape scene! I won't let that dirty old man hurt her. This is kind of a strange story though. My apologizes for the ones who are confused.)

Suddenly the weight lifted off of her and she felt herself falling. Backward she went until she hit something cold. She knew immediately what it was. Water...she was drowning. Coughing only made the cold fill her lungs quicker. She couldn't see. What had happened?

Everything stopped abruptly and she started to breathe normally again. She could feel the air on her cheeks again and the ground as she was placed onto it. And voices. Familiar ones.

"Shit! What happened?"

"He tried to hurt her...I'll kill him."

"You can't do that, remember?"

"She's right." She knew all those voices, and she barely believe it. But when she opened her eyes, it proved to be true.

The two boys on her right side smiled, as did the girl on her left. When she coughed out the remainder of water, it hit the identical boy in the face.

"All right there, Ron?"

"Yeah, yeah." Her brother scowled at the girl and wiped the water from his face.

"Ron...Harry...Hermione." They all smiled down at her, none looking a day over fifteen.

"You're safe now."

"Where's...?"

"Oh, ferret?"

"RON!" Everyone shouted and the redheaded boy flushed.

"He's right here."

Each jumped and stared at Draco, who was leaning against a tree. They cleared a path for him and he knelt down beside his girlfriend. He cradled her in his arms and shut his eyes.

"Headmaster has my father in his office. Looks like you've got three people looking after you."

"Y-You can see them?"

"I called them here when I knew I could not reach you in time." He whispered against her ear as he picked her up. She didn't ask how he was able to see them. She didn't care...she was just glad to be with him.

He wasn't going to let anyone hurt her.

He would die for her.