A/n: yes, I know I said I wouldn't update, but Mag isn't on, and I figure that since when I'm looking for a story to read I pick ones with more than 2 chapters, so I'm revising all chapters until TEN and then you guys should review! please (

- Liz; DCs.

"Damn!" Ginny heard Draco mutter underneath his breath, "It's too soon..."

"R..Ron go..go look for someone..for someone to help us.." Ginny sobbed. Ron, worried and scared, did as he was told.

"What..what's too soon, Draco? And..and if you don't tell me I swear I'll kill you."

"Fine. Sit down." He ordered, "And lower your wand, or I won't tell you anything."

Ginny did as she was told, but kept a tight grip on her wand. "There, now tell," she demanded.

Draco didn't know where to begin, he decided it would be best if he just started.

"Like we agreed on, Pothead is you-know-who's #1 enemy, Granger is the top of the class. She is also Potter's best girl friend. And, incase you haven't noticed, Harry's been making eyes at the mudblood. So not only is she the brains behind the trio, she is most likely one of Potter's biggest weakness's, that is, if he actually has feelings for her. So take her away, and he his reduced to a weak moron. With out her, he wouldn't have been able to defeat him for the last few years."

Ginny couldn't believe what she had heard. Two of her best friends were taken away.

"Draco! Please, please help me! I can't live without those two; they're my best friends! Please, Draco!" She was basically begging, but she had no other choice. She was bordering on the line of hysteria, and she didn't want to cross that line. Draco smirked; he always made girls beg- perverted or not.

"Now now, what is it? Jeana? Gwen? Gina?...is that short for only weasel with a vaGina?" Pow - She knocked him right off his feet.

"Must you always be so vulgar?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, Ginny remembered a simple trick Hermione taught her last year; a truth spell. Mumbling words unaudible to Draco's ears, a rush was sent through Draco's body. "Hmm..did you just lie to me?"

"No."

"Do you like Hermione the littlest bit?"

Draco closed his eyes, he should be able to fight this, after all the hell is father had put him through, those many times he was put under the Imperius Curse. This spell was stronger then most though, and he found it difficult to fight. Every spell had a loophole though, he just had to find it.

"I pity her." He replied with a sly grin, he had already said that before, and as long as he didnt outright lie...he wouldn't be forced to tell his true feelings...unless ... she changed her questions...

Damn, shes not going to give up is she? He thought angrily, she had the same determination in her eyes as he had in his own.

"I didn't ask that. By like, I mean do you like her more than a simple little mudblood?" Ginny asked these questions because for the longest time Hermione had a crush on Draco- one she couldn't help. Ginny didn't understand how Hermione saw right through his evil exterior into a so called "not-so-bad interior."

"By like, do you mean friend? love? or...sexual?" he said the last word with a smirk, he was still evading the question, but the spell, whatever it was she had used, was starting to take over. He couldn't keep this up for long, "I think she's smart, and I think she's right sexy. Happy yet?"

"Do you -love- her? Does she make you get goosebumps? Does she make you feel..unlike you?"

"Bloody hell woman! Any girl with breasts makes me get goosebumps! I barely know the mudblood, take this spell off me! Right. Now." His voice lowered dangerously, eyes flashing wickedly.

"Why, Malfoy? Does the truth scare you? You don't frighten me." Draco reached around for his wand, preparing to do whatever spell came to mind, but he couldn't find it.

"Looking for this?" Ginny asked, waving his wand in front of him. He reached out, but she pulled away. "No, no, no, Malfoy. Tell me your -real- feelings for Hermione. Just so you know, threats don't scare me: I get enough from George, Fred, and Ron that are probably much worse than anything you can come up with," she said, making it sound like Draco was just another wizard; Draco was disgusted.

"Oh, I'm sure their threats sound worse, but the thing is, I actually follow through with mine. You know nothing of my past besides what is seen in the halls," He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I've tortured people til they could barely breathe, Ginny."

Fuck, why did I call her by her first name?

Ginny tilted her head and whispered in his ear just as devilishly as he did. "You'd be surprised by some of the things I've been through." She lifted her head up, and stared at Draco; she just had to get him admit that he liked Hermione, then she'd have something happy to tell her when she got back...

Draco surprised her, however, when he lowered his head once more, and kissed her firmly on the lips. When he pulled away she looked a tad flabbergasted, he looked quite satisfied with himself as he was now holding his wand, twirling it between his fingers.

"Tell me Weasly, did you like it?" He said with a wink.

Ginny leaned in to kiss him again, and muttering something during the kiss. When they broke away, she smiled. "So, Malfoy, how'd you like it?"

"What'd you say...?"

"Oh, accio," she said, holding his wand. She leaned to his ear again and whispered, "I'm not just a small red haired girl, Malfoy. You should watch out for me. They were going to put me in Slytherin."

Draco placed his arms around her waist firmly, her arms pinned to her side so she couldn't move, "Thats splendid Weasly, but you should also know I'm more then an extremely sexy Slytherin, I'm also extremely hormonal, and a pretty little girl like you shouldn't tempt me."

He grabbed his wand and pushed her onto a seat, sitting down opposite her with an arrogant smirk.

"What do you think of Hermione?" She said, catching him off gaurd and ignoring that he had just...manhandled her.

Draco looked absolutely distressed, he had no effect on her?

"I wouldn't mind getting to know her better," he said suggestively, "But there are other Gryffindor's I would also like to get to know better."

"That's nice," she said, shrugging him off. It was way too fun acting like she didn't care; it tore him up inside- she could feel it. She had found his weakness: ignoring him while he's being seductive.

Draco was infuriated, "Damn it, Ginny!"Oops, I used her name again.. "I'm trying to get a shag out of you, and you are ignoring my come ons! What kind of girl are you? Are you a bloody lesbian?"

"Nope. And if you make another move on me, you're going to need an arm sling," He wanted to shag her?! NO! WRONG! He's supposed to want to shag HERMIONE! Plan is going in the WRONG. DIRECTION.

"Fine. Be that way." He pouted as if he were a five year old whose mother was refusing to buy hims candy from the sweets shop.

"Draco," she moaned, "Tell me how you like Hermione, and if you do maybe I'll make you happy." Hehe, but not in a way he's suspecting....

He raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner, "I think she's intelligent, which she is, which is sexy. I also think she has a nice body. I would ask her out, maybe, if she wasn't a muggle born and such a damn know-it-all."

"What if she liked you? Would that change anything?" If he answered this, she'd make him happy, all right. Very happy.. (evil smirk)

"Say my name again, and perhaps I'll tell you."

She didn't get where he was going with this.. "Malfoy?"

"No...my first name. Say it like you did before."

"Draco," she said again, just as seductivly. Hey, whatever floats your boat, hun.

"Do you want the truth?" He asked, standing up, and stretching in a cat-like manner.

"Yes, the full truth, and nothing but the truth so help you god." Oh, geeze I'm such a nerd...

He almost laughed, but caught himself, "I would much rather date you, but if it would make you happy...I'll shag Granger a few times if she makes it back alive. Would you like me to take pictures?"

"You're lying!" She said, disgusted. He was truly confusing; he did not like HER... she was a year younger than him!

"How would you know?" He spat angrily, "You're not inside my mind! You think you know ever fucking thing in the world, you're as bad as Granger! Fine. Whatever. Ciao."

He turned on his heel and stalked out the door, Ron coming in as he was going out.

"What was...?" Ron asked cluelessly.

"Guess what, Ron! I 'think I know fucking everything'!"

"I know. Anyway, on this whole damn train I can't find ONE teacher."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'YOU KNOW!?' I DON'T THINK I KNOW EVERYTHING! OH! STUPID MALFOY!"

"Ginny, who cares about Malfoy? NO ONE. He's just an inconsiderate twit who wants to get some."

"You've got that right.."

Ron sensed he should change the subject, "We will have to wait til we get to Hogwarts, Pig won't be able to make it all the way there before the train, so owling Dumbldor isn't an option. Did you find out if Ferret Face knows anything about where 'Mione and Harry are?"

She pouted and crossed her arms, muttering, "He thinks you-know-who has them or something like that."

"Well that's obvious, isn't it Ginny? You two were in here, alone, for ages! And all you could get out of him was 'It might be you-know who'?" Ron looked older then his 17 years of age, he looked so...hopeless.

"I'm sorry, okay?! I got..sidetracked. He plays mind games!" she blurted out, "He even said he liked me! What's up with that!?"

"Trying to get some, that's what's up with it. Go find out more!"

"More!?" Ginny asked incredulously. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to do that!?"

"Find Him and Corner Him. Make him tell you what you want to hear. You can do it Gin, I know you can!"

"Ron, you said it yourself: I was alone with him in here for, like, ever, and that's all I got! What do you want me to do, shag him?!"

"NO, but maybe...make him put down his defenses? Make him feel like you aren't a threat? You've been watching so many muggle shows, I'm sure one will be of some help..."

"Tell me which you want me to do: go all 'Days of our Lives' on him, 'CSI' on him, or 'Lizzie McGuire.....?'"

Ron looked baffled, he hadn't ever bothered watching those shows, not really... okay maybe once...

"Erm...I...Don't...Know? A mix of all three? Wait a minute isn't 'Days Of Our Lives' a soap opera? How would that help? Oh...nevermind! Just go find him! I'm sure 'Mione has taught you a good few jinxes..."

"Fine," she sighed, walking out to look for Draco. Taking a wild guess, she walked down to the last compartment and turned, seeing him eating pasty. "Hi, Draco," she said while smiling innocently.

"What do you want Weasly?" He sighed, licking a bit of filling from the corner of his mouth.

She took a deep breath and gulped: apologizing wasn't the easiest thing to do, especially since she was a very headstrong girl. "I just wanted to say..." (Winces) "...sorry."

"Didn't your mother teach you it isn't nice to lie? Then again- I'm not totally against lying...as long as one isn't lying to me. If you want to find out where you're friends are, go ask someone else."

"But Draco," she said, sitting very close to him, "I'm not lying. I know better than to lie to you." I'm in a field. I'm not totally degrading myself to some freaking pig. I'm running through a field in puppies and, oh look there's Harry running to me. Now we're spinning around, flowers..Oh, Harry, do you have allergies? Here, let me wipe your nose...

"Stop it. I don't want to speak to you. Listen Weasly, I put my pride on the line to tell you how I felt, and you have the nerve to come in here and pretend to be sorry for some information? Fine. The truth is, I don't know. I'm not a death eater yet. They don't tell me anything much, most of what I know I overhear. Now go away. I'm done speaking to you. As in: Leave."

She stopped short and her mouth hung open- He wasn't lying about how he felt?! He wasn't just...lying!?! She sat there, knowing she should leave, but spoke anyway. "I know you want me to leave, but I didn't think you were telling the truth because you've always been really mean to me. The truth is I......don't completely hate you." She turned for the door.

"Bull Shit, even the Slytherins despise me, don't you act like you feel sorry for me, don't put on that goody-goody gryffie act." Draco glared at the back of her head, she was paused at the door.

Why did his words shoot bullets through her? Why did she suddenly feel bad that he despised her? "I don't feel sorry for you, Draco. Why should I? You get everything you want, you're rich. I don't despise you, either. I'm jealous of you. I'm stuck living in a little shack, where everything gets passed down from a billion years ago, where the only technology we have is an old television set, and my house is crowded. You, on the other hand, live in a huge house, you're an only child, if you break something it's fixed, if something's lost it's replaced. You don't know how it is to be me, you have no idea. So don't YOU try to pull the 'oh woe is me' act, buddy, because it doesn't work one me."

"Don't be so oblivious I'd give anything to have a family who loves me! My father is a murderer, my mother is a fucking mental case, I get beaten daily dyring the summer, and the only reason I get what I want is to so my father looks good to people like you!"

"Well, I hope your father is happy; he looked really good flying over my house setting it on fire this summer! Yeah, you'd love to be me, wouldn't you? Getting teased daily by your siblings and by YOU? Getting hated because you're poor? Getting your house nearly burnt down because someone just doesn't LIKE US?"

Draco glared, "Yea, I suppose you're right, having a family who doesn't try to kill you for breathing to loudly is absolutely dreadful! Having a father who doesn't do this"He lifted up his shirt revealing multible scars, and cuts that were obviously fresh, "must make life a living hell!"

Ginny's eyes nearly popped out of her head; those scars were deep. She walked over to him and gently brushed them, near tears. "I'm...so sorry.."

Draco backed away, he hadn't been expecting that, "Don't touch me. Oh and, Ginny, are you still jealous of me?"

"No," she replied coldly. Man, he definitly had mood changes. Here she was, softening up to him and he was cold as ice.

He looked at her, his eyes pained, "I'm trouble for you Weasly, and I can't help you. So you might as well leave, us talking is pointless. Good luck on finding your friends and all, tata...see ya?...why are you still here?"

She rolled her eyes. "I was going to kiss you on the cheek, but since you obviously don't want one, I'll just go. Arrevederci."

"That wouldn't have been smart since your brother just walked up to the compartment door. Say 'Go To Hell' to him for me, would you?"

Ginny sighed and muttered a barely audible "Oh, go to hell." She was highly dissapointed; Draco wasn't acting so...Draco-ish. Oh well, she'll move on eventually...