Title: Shades of Blood

Pairings: Draco/Ginny, Blaise/Ginny

Warnings: Violence, Langauge, Dark-themes

Summary: A forbidden connection that was never supposed to exist. An accidental love. Obsession, lies, and deception wait in silence to ruin.

Chapter One:

The Hogwarts Express moved with ease as sixteen-year-old Ginevra Weasley sat in an empty compartment and stared out the rain soaked window at the trees that flew by. Books and quills were piled high beside her hip as the train continued its journey. Ginny heard the door across from hers open then shut with a slam. She smiled against her own judgement and crept closer to her door that was slightly ajar. Why are you so upset? It's your final year. That thought floated to the surface of her conscious and she frowned. In 12 months he would be leaving her for good and they would have to end. Their only hope was if he became a Professor here but she noticed how much he despised school. Her summer had been filled with secret letters, snooping brothers, and dreams of the future with him. Midnight was the time where everyone was silent except for the rustling of parchment and the soft hoot from the outside. She had sent Pig to deliver a letter-her last before the summer ended-to Draco in hopes that it reached him before dawn. Her parents advised her not to contact him, as they were still very skeptical because he was a Malfoy. She was thrilled when he wrote back and invited her to Hogsmeade with him for the first weekend back. Her nerves were very jittery and she was constantly checking her reflection in that misty glass in case he ever came into her area. Waves of auburn hung loose at her elbows, brown eyes looked haunted with black eyeliner and tiny silver gems at the sides of her eyes. Black tank-top, matching skirt with one long slit up the left leg-these were the things that Molly had scolded against. Of course at Ginny's age, rebel was the first instinct. She was so engrossed in her happiness that she didn't hear the door.

"Damn," he whistled and sat next to her.

"Good to know I'm not forgotten."

"With that outfit? I doubt anyone could forget you."

"Oh, that's so charming. I don't want the year to end." She lowered her eyes and he chuckled softly.

"It's September 1st. We have plenty of time." He leaned in and kissed her cheek, his long blonde hair brushed against her skin and she flinched. Gray eyes closed as he found her lips and deepened the kiss slowly. Graciously one arm was across her shoulder and he clutched her hand in his unoccupied one.

"Hmm," she moaned against him and tangled her fingers in his hair as if her life depended on his closeness. Feeling his tender lips curve against her own made her tingle.

"Yes?" He breathed against the hollow of her jugular now. When had he taken his lips away?

"I want you."

"Our time will come," he took her hands and pulled away from her body reluctantly. "I told you that I'm not going to push. I know you only said that because it's my last year. I promised once I moved away that I'd give you my number."

"I know, but I don't want you to go." And she clung to him so tightly that he was choking for air within a few moments.

Who would have thought that sworn enemies since birth would grow up to understand one another so flawlessly? One with her darkness and the other with his light. You would think that with these two it would be reversed. Then you haven't seen the world through the eyes of eleven-year-old Ginny Weasley from her first encounter with true demons. His light comes from a faith like no other-hers.

The Dragon and the Forbidden Child will find the strength to fight those who keep them apart.