Chapter 10

"Give me that!"

Ginny looked up at him; curious by the desperate sound is his voice.

"Why?"

"Because it belongs to me!"

"I found it behind the sofa, it's not yours."

She sat pointed on the sofa, and felt kind of stupid doing it; of course he could see it. It had just felt so invisible when they first got here.
She couldn't believe they'd spent 8 hours here, with nothing to do...

She looked down at the emerald green book; it looked familiar...

Tom!

A little voice inside her cried out, before starting to laugh, hysteric... terrified.

"Where did you get this from?" she asked Draco, throwing the book at the floor, like she was afraid of getting burned.

"Oh, so it is mine now, is it..." he picked it up, and looked curious at her.

"Where did you get it?" she demanded, her body shivering in fear. Did Tom control him?

No, he couldn't, Tom was gone, or at least the young Tom in the diary. He was dead! Harry killed him! He had to be dead!

"My father gave it to me, some years ago, second year I think" Draco was talking more to himself than to Ginny.

But she didn't listen, "Tom..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You said; Tom!" he smirked, "who's Tom?"

"No one."

"Bullshit!"

"He's no one, you don't know who he is!"

But she wasn't so sure. As a son of a Death Eater he probably had met he-who-must-not-be-named, especially as the son of Lucius Malfoy...

"Try me!" Draco looked almost desperate to find something amusing to do.

"Shut it!"

"He's you're boyfriend right! The one you go to when Potter's not in the mood.

"He's not!"

"Oh, so Potter is a bloody sex God too, that title was supposed to belong to me until the end of time..." he smirked.

"That's not what I meant" she flushed.

"Then who is this mysterious Tom then?"

"No one." She felt the tears – the stupid tears – gather in her eyes. Stupid fucking tears! "Tom Riddle is nobody"

He couldn't see her cry! That would be pathetic!

So she turned away, searching fore a door of any kind, which she could disappear through.

This wasn't supposed to turn out this way, she should taunt him, not let him see HER cry because of an old memory.

"Tom Riddle..." Draco tasted on the name, like he was trying to remember something. "Tom... Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle!"

He looked triumphing at her, "I knew I heard that name before!"

Then, suddenly, like someone turned of the lights on his face, he looked suspicious at her, "where do you know Tom Riddle from?"

Then he smirked (God, that boy switches moods faster than mum!), the usual cold smirk, "where do you know the Dark Lords real name from?"

She pushed back from him, realising that he'd moved several feet towards her, and know stood so near her, and his nose almost touched hers.

Ginny could still smell the soft; yet sharp (I know it's weird) smell of lemon.

She looked at the floor. "My first year"

"The chamber of secrets?" he looked slightly confused, "but..."

"It was me who opened it" she whispered, why was she saying this to him?

"What?!?"

"I thought the whole school knew..."

"We knew that you were kidnapped, and that Potty, the hero, saved you from a basilisk."

"And Tom..."

"Potter saved you from the Dark Lord?!"

"Yes."

"How many times does Potter have to fight Him to understand that he wont be more popular?"

"Fewer than you, I'll bet..."

"Some got it, some don't... I'll be more popular then him if I fight against the Dark Lord, with a fucking Death Eater as a father..."

"So you've finally come out of the closet..."

"He's in the fucking jail because of Potter, and the fact that he's a Death Eater! I'm not in denial...!"

"Do you want something to drink?" Draco got to his feet as he said so, and walked over to the kitchen, a bench with a sink and what looked like a refrige-what-ever-that-was-named. Muggles used those.

"Is there anything there?"

He opened the refrigea-what-ever, and searched it, "Not much..." He grabbed to bottles with something called rusbrus ((author's comment: soda with alcohol, same alcohol percent as in beer)), and joined her.

He handed her one of the bottles, and opened the other. Man, was he thirsty now, or what...

After ten minutes, both he and Ginny had drunk 5 bottles each, and they were both feeling kind of... happy.

"This has to be some kind of miracle mixture! "Ginny giggled.

"Or we're just drunk..." Draco drank the last three drops of his 6th bottle, and sat down on the chair in front of her.

Ginny smiled, and sat down on the couch.

"What?" Draco sat down on the chair opposite her. "What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing."

"Come on" Draco rose to his feet again, and walked over to her.

He was to close. This was not a good idea, and still she couldn't help smiling.

He smelled good!

He looked down at her, smiling. She was beautiful, even thought her eyes was teary still, maybe because of that...

"Is this Marius guy a good kisser then?"

She giggled.

"I'll have to know what I'm up against here..."

She giggled again.

God, why was he doing this? His brain was sending warning signs faster and faster, but he ignored it.

"Oh... just do your best..." she smiled.

He couldn't hold back anymore, he bent down, and took her head in his hands, and kissed her.

Writers corner:
and now this chapter ends... it's funny how I always ends it when someone kiss, well, my apologize to you. You'll get more action on that matter in the next chapter, I think...

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