a.n: yes i'm a terrible awful stupid mean decietful keep on going awile person for not updating this sooner, and i'm sorry. but, now i'm updating :)

Ginny stood, pacing the room, facing the person she now understood to be someone she only thought she knew. She couldn't understand how or why any of this had happened, despite all the attempts being made to help her do so. "How could you do this?" She asked again. It was the same question she'd asked him at least a hundred times since he'd brought her back to Draco's manor. It was a question he wasn't answering her directly. "Tell me how this happened." He started to talk, but she interupted him. "No. Don't give me that story. Tell me why you, of all the people I know, ended up saving me at a Death Eater meeting! You're Neville Longbottom for crying out loud! You were a Gryffindor and not one of the best Wizards. Why would Voldemort want you?" He shook his head, trying to reason with her. She didn't get the fact that it wasn't what it seemed like.

"Ginevra, listen to me," he said softly, trying not to snap at her.

"Why should I listen to you? You've lied to me for how many years now under the false pretense of being someone else entirely!" She stopped pacing when he stood up and was about to leave. "You aren't leaving until you tell me what's going on," she snarled.

"You won't let me get a word in!" He cried. "I'm trying to tell you everything, how I ended up there, how I knew you were there, how I came to be who I am now, but you aren't listening!" He sat down and slammed his fist onto the coffee table in front of him. Ginny looked shocked. "Are you going to listen to me now?" She nodded mutely. He ran a hand through his hair and looked over at Draco, who'd been sitting and not even trying to say anything. "You've got explaining to do too, Malfoy," he said. Draco merely nodded. He turned to Ginny. "I'm an Auror, Ginevra." She looked at him disbelievingly. "Actually, I'm not only an Auror-"

"So you admit to having this - this - secret life? This double life?" He rolled his eyed at her.

"Yes, Gin, I'm leading a double life. As a spy!" He yelled. She widened her eyes. "That's right. I'm an Auror risking my life to feed information to the Ministry! How do you feel now, Gin? Are there any more accusations you want to bring up?" He had tears in his eyes. He kept yelling, but Ginny didn't hear much of it. She'd just wrongfully accused Neville, her best friend in school, of the worst crime someone could commit, and he hadn't even committed it.

"Neville, I-" she started. He looked at her expectantly. She didn't know what to tell him. "I'm sorry, I was just, surprised."

"I know, Gin, but you should have let me explain. You know me better than that, well I thought you did." Neville looked over to Draco. "I think you'd better tell her your piece now too." He rolled his eyes.

"Draco," Ginny said uncertainly. What could he possibly have to tell her?

He mumbled something she couldn't quite make out. Neville glared at him and he readjusted the way he was standing and spoke again. "I'm not exactly completely a Death Eater," he said in a low voice that sounded almost ashamed.

"For some reason, you sound disappointed in that." Ginny was finding this quite amusing. She was finding out a lot of new information today. "And if you're both in this, how come I haven't known before this? I'm in the Order too," she added.

"Of course he's disappointed," Neville said, grinning from ear to ear. "He wanted to be thought of as some bad, evil guy and you know he's not now." Gin grinned with him. Draco, however, glared at the both of them.

"Can we get on with it already. You do realize that by what you did, Voldemort will know something." Neville nodded.

"I know, but what could I do. Gin was about to kill someone or be killed and I knew she couldn't live with herself if she did that." He stood up. "I have to get back to that meeting and take what punishment will be given to me, though. Make sure Harry never finds out about this," he said to both of them. "It would kill him." Ginny nodded and looked down. She heard Neville step into Draco's fireplace and shout his destination. She knew that the two of them were now alone.

"How come you didn't tell me," she asked, not once glancing up at him.

He glanced up at her and when she glared at him, he looked past her, at the wall behind her. "Look, Ginevra. There are things you don't understand here. Just go home to your bloody St. Potter and forget you ever heard anything."

"Draco," she said angrily. "Tell me what's going on!" She crossed the room and stood right in front of him. He looked into her eyes and she felt an involuntary shudder go down her spine.

He sighed and sat down on the couch behind him. Leaning forward, he layed his head in his hands. Ginny sat down beside him and layed her head on his shoulder. "You don't understand how hard this is going to be to explain," he said slowly. "You remember back in my fifth year when my father was sent to Azkaban, right?" Ginny nodded. "I knew he deserved what he got, but I still didn't care. Potter had shown the whole Wizarding world that my father was a Death Eater. All I wanted was my revenge. I became a Death Eater soon after,"

"But-" Ginny started.

"If you want me to tell you everything, don't interupt me," he snapped. Ginny looked like she'd been slapped, but she didn't say anything more. "Voldemort allowed me to become a Death Eater years before most were allowed because of my father. He'd done everything for Voldemort. So, Voldemort figured I'd follow and be just like him. For awhile, I was." He stopped for a minute and look at Ginny, waiting for her to yell. She didn't. She just looked.. so.. disappointed? He closed his eyes and layed back on the couch, remembering past events of his life.

"For the first few years I was a Death Eater, I was just like them. I killed and tortured people, burned down houses, you name it, and I did it. Then my father broke out of Azkaban. Voldemort knew I was far more powerful than my father and I had much more potential, so he set me a task to see if I could prove that."

Ginny looked up at him. "What'd he ask you to do?" She whispered.

Draco gave a forced, cold chuckle and opened his eyes. Ginny was looking at him fearfully. He smirked. "He told me that if I wanted to stay alive, I had to kill my father." Ginny gasped.

"Oh lady," she said softly. "What'd you do?" Draco stood up and walked over to the fireplace in the center of the room.

"Well, I didn't want to die," he said slowly. "And I'm a Malfoy. I love power. What do you think I did, Ginevra."

She sighed and closed her eyes. "So that's why you're on our side now." She opened her eyes again when she heard him laugh from across the room.

"I told you this was difficult to explain. Do you honestly think that would have made me change sides?" He shook his head and sat back down next to her.

"You killed your own father and still remained loyal to the man who made you do so?" She asked in disbelief. He nodded.

"It wasn't until years later, when Voldemort asked me to kill my mother when I switched sides," he said. "I could see why he asked me to kill my father, but my mother hadn't done anything. She hadn't been involved in either side. She just took care of us. Apparently, that didn't matter."

"How did you get away with not doing it?" Ginny was hanging on every word he said.

"I sent my mother an owl and told her to leave the country. Then I told Voldemort I didn't know where she was. He administered Veritaserum to me and knew I was telling the truth, so I didn't have to kill her. That night, I went to Snape, I knew he'd been a spy the whole time, and I told him I wanted to change sides. He talked to Dumbledore and it was done. That's it. That's the whole bloody story."

"I'm sorry," Ginny said quietly.

"For what," Draco quipped.

She sighed. "For making you tell me. I should've listened. I should've known it was something you didn't want to talk about." He nodded.

"Yes, you should have, but it's done now. You know everything. So help me Ginevra, if you tell anyone what I've told you tonight, I'll take you to Voldemort myself. He's got spies all over and if one of them catches wind of anything I've told you, I'm a dead man." She laughed, but stopped short when she noticed he was serious.

"After all that, you'd really throw me over to Voldemort?" He nodded curtly. Ginny scowled. "Fine. Not a word." Draco closed his eyes and layed down on the couch, causing Ginny to get up.

"You can leave now. Go back to Potter and your perfect life and forget everything I've said to you." Ginny scoffed and just stared at him. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "What now?" He asked shortly. She smiled.

"What if I don't want to go back to Harry tonight?" She said seductively. He rolled his eyes.

"Pansy's coming home soon. Don't tempt me." He closed his eyes once more, which was a big mistake. Ginny grinned to herself and found her hands wandering. Draco jumped up. "Bloody hell woman. Did you hear me? My wife is coming home." Ginny smirked.

"I know." She threw her arms arouns his neck and kissed him fully on the lips. Draco groaned once more in frusteration before he gave in to her. He lifted her easily and carried her up the steps to his master bedroom.

a.n: i'm sorry again that it took me so damn long to get this chapter out, and i know it's not that great, but the plot is starting to come into play and things are gonna heat up fast. :D