Hey reviewers! I'm sorry, I've been neglecting this story a lot and I shouldn't have been! I've just been caught up in all this back to school business. But anyway, here is the next instalment! I am gonna definitely finish this, but I'm not sure I want to, it may end up being really long with endless amounts of major plots so I don't have to finish it cos I am having so much fun writing it!

Well here we go again!

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry and the others. JK does. Damn her good ideas…

Chapter 6: Just say it will ya?

Ginny woke the next morning feeling extremely unrested. She had no desire to go down to breakfast, to face him, but she had not learnt anything by hiding these past few weeks. Reluctantly, she pulled on her robes, tied her hair up in to a low slung pony (A/N: Hahaha low slung pony, personal joke aye fern!) and headed down the dormitory stairs. At least he's at the Slytherin table, Ginny thought, all she had to do was try not to look in that direction and she would be fine.

Taking deep breaths, she determinedly stared straight in the direction of the Gryffindor table and sat down between Hermione and Harry.

"You alright Gin?" Hermione asked, obviously still concerned about the events of last night.

"Yes I'm fine, it was just a dream that's all." Ginny replied, but they still all looked quite frightened, especially because of their experience with Harry's 'dreams.'

"Honestly." She said and started to eat some toast absentmindedly.

"Well anyway," Harry said, Ginny seemed to have interrupted a story he was telling, "I turned around and he was just on the ground. It was weird, even Madam Pompfrey can't find any reason why he would just collapse like that."

"Who collapsed?" Ginny asked, not really interested in the answer.

"Malfoy, but it's no real loss to me." Harry said darkly, "Lets hope he's too ill to play Quidditch, that'd show Slytherin."

"Just because he's actually beaten you a few times." Ginny spat unnecessarily, and they all stared at her in amazement.

"Is he in the hospital wing?" she asked, hoping it sounded like an offhand question, yet knowing she failed fantastically.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if he's still there though." Harry eyed her suspiciously.

"Well I have to go and do homework." Ginny said mechanically, and sped off towards the hospital wing as fast as possible, leaving the troublesome trio in a state of shock.

"There's something wrong with that child." Ron sighed, while they all watched her hurry from the hall.

Ginny reached the landing that lead to the hospital wing and smacked straight into something hard and warm.

"Woah, watch where you're going." Draco smiled apprehensively at her.

Ginny, although she raced as fast as she could to see him, wanted to sprint in the opposite direction, she was afraid that she would see Tom in him again. But as she looked into his crystal blue eyes, her spirits soared.

She reached a hand timidly to his cheek, and closed her eyes as her flesh met his, in the warm and comforting way that she loved, that he loved, and that they both remembered.

To his shock, she flung herself onto him in a tight hug and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Hey what's wrong? It's okay Ginny, I'm okay." He said soothingly, playing with her hair.

"I was just so frightened. I thought you were T-,"

"Don't worry about it. I'm okay."

She looked at his face, wondering if she should tell him, but she thought otherwise. At this moment, she felt content just to have the warm version of Draco Malfoy back in her arms.

"Come on," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her down the hallway, "let's go get some fresh air, lord knows I need it."

He smiled and they walked out into the grounds, talking about what had happened to Draco, and he explained what he had experienced.

"Madam Pompfrey didn't think it to be too serious. It was just very strange."

Draco glanced at Ginny, her eyes were unfocused and not looking at him.

"Hello? Earth to Ginny! Are you listening?" He laughed at her softly as she turned and apologised.

"I'm sorry," she shook her head and turned to face him fully, "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" He asked quite seriously, he could tell by her expression this was nothing that he would joke about or an offhand thing that wasn't that important.

"You know in my first year, when I was taken into the chamber…" Ginny started, amazed at her own daring, she had never talked about this to anyone.

"… well, Tom, he, I – "

Ginny could not finish her sentence, to tell someone would be like admitting that it was all real, and would make it harder to deal with, to see Draco's expression of horror would make it all a lot worse. She choked in getting the words out, her throat was constricted and her face was shining with tears. She took a deep breath and looked up at him with all the determination that she had.

"I-I think your collapse has to do with Tom Riddle." She stared at his expression of shock for a while, almost hearing the cogs in his mind processing this idea.

Draco sat there stunned, ran his fingers through his hair as he did when he was deep in thought and under stress, and he tried to get a grip on what Ginny had just said.

"But he can't be here, he was destroyed, wasn't he?" Draco asked.

"Well that's what I thought, but when we were in the hallway, and you were so cold, I couldn't help but be curious..."

"Is that why you ran?" He asked softly.

Ginny nodded.

"What did he do to you Ginny?" Draco demanded, realising why she must have fled from his touch. He felt his veins course with hot bubbling anger, if he had laid a finger on her in any way…

"I'm just scared – I – can I stay with you?" she asked him tearfully, thinking how absurd it was to ask him this, and sure that he would say no.

"Ginny you – "

"That's okay, I understand, I'll just head back my dorm, see you round." She stood up, totally shattered that he did not want her with him, although she was expecting that answer in the first place.

Then, she felt warm, strong arms wrap around her waist and he whispered in her ear.

"What I was going to say was, Ginny, you can stay with me as long as you want."

She turned around and kissed him, they stood there for minutes on end, glued at the lips, savouring each others sweet taste.

The two of them walked up to the castle in silence. They seemed to have a mutual understanding that words were not needed for this moment.

Draco could not believe his luck. This attractive young girl wanted to stay with him. But he was not going to take advantage, as most 18 year old boys would do. As he walked up to the castle with her, hand in hand, he felt what he had not felt before towards anyone. He had been with countless amounts of girls, but this was different. All the other girls purely wanted him out of lust, but he was no better. As a Slytherin Sex God, he didn't mind having a few meaningless flings either. But all that had changed because of one person.

But he couldn't be so quickly, could he? He had only known her spent a few days with her. Was it possible? And if he were he would never admit it. How do I know she even likes me? Is she just another one of Hogwarts sluts? Was this just a game to her? But as he felt the pulsing electricity that ran through her hand and into his fingers, he knew that it was real. But she would never say to him what he would never say to her.

And that is all he would ever need to hear.

Ginny could not believe her luck. Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts' top hottie wanted to be with her. She chanced a quick glance at him as they headed up to the castle, wondering what he was thinking. She could not describe the kind of trust and security that she felt from him. She had had her fair share of boyfriends, but she had never felt like this before. She never thought, that after her 2nd year experiences, she could ever get as close to someone as she had to Draco.

But he wasn't even her official boyfriend yet. She had only spent a few days with him. She couldn't be yet could she? At first sight? That was for fools. But if she were, she would never admit it. Does he even like me? Am I just another one of his flings? Is he just taking advantage? But as she felt the pulsing electricity that ran through his hand and into her fingers, she knew that it was real. But he would never say to her what she would never say to him.

And that is all she would ever need to hear.

Draco led Ginny into the Slytherin common room in silence. He gently lay her down on his bed, the emerald silk sheets felt smooth and comforting. Draco lay down wrapped an arm around her and they did nothing but sleep, being content in eachothers presence.

Do you know what I find really irritating? When people cut across you when you talk, and I seem to make that happen a lot in my story. Oh well. Next chapter may be a tad steamy, I'm sorry fern, but dodgy things attract readers! Well, RnR my pretties!