Disclaimer: well I do not own Harry Potter, and believe me I am no were near J. K. Rowlings talent.

Previously

Dracos' PoV:

I have decided.

I will never let myself fall for Her again.

It will hurt me.

But if I have Her;

She will be the one who will pay.

I can't have Her hurt.

I won't make Her suffer.

I will be Her most hated enemy if I have to;

But be sure…

There will never be an Us.

Ever…

Chapter7

Ginevra's PoV:

I tore my eyes from the contemplation of Draco Malfoyes back.

Again.

-Miss Weasley, will you stop string at Mr. Malfoy and pay attention?

Barked McGonagal.

-Can't blame me, he sure looks better than you.

Did I say that?

Ron gasped, an inkwell crashed, ink splattered all over the floor, Malfoy tensed and the cries of "Canis Velorum" died … worst of all Dragon was trying to hide her laughter and it was getting hard not to laugh as well.

Uh-oh…

McGonagal raised a shaking finger to the door.

-Detention. Tonight. Get out.

-But Professor!

- Detention with Snape tonight!

I gasped. Yes .I know :I got her exactly where I wanted her to be.

-Professor I-

-That is it! Get out and wait behind the door. You are going straight to Professor Snape.

I sent her a 100 fake "I am so shocked by my punishment" look before gathering up my things

. Ron was glaring holes in my back whereas Malfoy's cool glare was chilling me to the bone.

Oh boy.

That guy hates my guts.

I distractedly took McGonagal's note and padded of to the dungeons.

Draco Malfoy… an enigma all to himself.

It had been weeks since he came across Sam and me.

After that things went weird.

On my part as well as his.

The usual Malfoy/ Weasley feud was brushed aside instead, came a visceral loathing.

Every time he saw me, every time we crossed each other…we quarreled.

As a mater of fact I used to like quarreling with him.

But now, the smart quips were gone. Instead a bubbling river of cold fury was sent forth.

Now he taunted to hurt.

Not for fun.

I felt like crying when he stormed of after a cruel repartee, usually looking genially pleased with himself.

And I thought he was nice?

Come on girl, a nice Malfoy, it would have been in the Prophet.

I knocked at the potions door and entered.

-Professor; A note from McGonagal.

I handed him the note and sat on one of the front desks, brushing away the parchments of a shocked looking student.

I looked intently at the expressions that coursed thru the man. In fact reading Professor Snape was all an art. He shifted ever so slightly. He was surprised and a little impressed at my daring actions as far as I could tell.

-Why me?

He snarled.

-McGonagal seems to think it is your fault some of your students are more eye-catching than her.

I replied matter-of-factly.

-It may also be because there is no worst punishment for a Gryff to be trapped with the Slytherin Head. Scary.

The last part was said very sarcastically.

But who ever knew Snape, understood that what he really hated, where students who thought remark like these but never said them.

He nodded slowly his intense glare never shifting from my suddenly very lone self.

The bell rang and the students came and went. The second part of my double Metamorphosis must have started.

-Mme Pomfrey needs a cauldron of pepper-up potion; an other of painkiller and one of cough draught. Here you are. You may leave when finished.

I took the parchment he was handing me and looked at the potion names.

Luckily they were classics.

I could do the painkiller and the cough draught as the same time, if I had the entire class to my-self.

And certainly not with a full batch of 2nd years in the same room. I decided to brew the Pepper-up fist. I went in the ingredient room and carefully measured the dozes.

That was one of the frequent first years error: prepare the ingredients whilst making the potion: the best way to get the timing wrong.

I set the ingredients down on the workspace I had cleared; quickly charming my hair in a ponytail and proceeded to cut the mandragora root in thin labels.

Suddenly I realized 20 pairs of curious eyes were watching me.

Some were even taking notes.

"-Keep on Miss Red. You are today's lesson. Now class watch carefully, and take notes on how to efficiently make a potion. You will have an essay to give out for next lesson about it so be attentive."

I proceeded to sift the powdered kappa skin.

"-Sir, why is she sifting the kappa skin? It isn't written in the book"

"-Miss Red"

"-I'm sifting the kappa skin to be sure there are neither lumps and making sore it has been correctly grated, there may be scraps of skin in it. If there were, the potion would be of lesser quality, so less efficient."

The students furiously scribbled my answer.

I took out the five different types of pepper and individually crushed them to thin powder. Charming a large silver cauldron to hover on a floor fire I proceeded to put my pre-dozed 10 pints of water to boil.

Once it was boiling I dragged a table besides the waist high cauldron and proceeded to put the ingredients on it.

I threw in the frozen cinder-serpent eggs and turned the heat down by half. The 10galons of water were now blood red. I then added the rest of the ingredients and turned the heat of to let the liquid rest for two hours before heating it up to a boil and freezing it afterwards with a spell. To be sure of the time I wrote it on the caldron with come chalk before putting the lid on.

The students hadn't stopped interrupting me with their questions at fatal points of the potions timing.

I pointed my wand at the bowls and materials I had used.

"- Scourgify"

I then washed them in the sink.

"-Miss Red"

"-Yes"

I must admit their questions were getting very annoying.

"-Why are you washing the bowls and stuff even though you used your wand two seconds ago"

"-Because only soap and water can take of the magical imprint left by such things as dragon blood or mandragore root. If I didn't hand wash it the essence will stay and mix with the next ingredient and sometimes it can be dangerous the potion may explode of turn out to be ok except that it has bad after effects. I knew someone who turned green for a full week because of that"

Snape coughed something that sounded a lot like "Longbottom".

"-That's why Professor Snape doesn't let you use magic in this class before 5th year."

Buy then I'd finished drying the utensils and went to prepare the next two potions ingredients.

I neatly put then in two different piles and set out two cauldrons. I was planning to be alone to do anything more than get the things out.

"-Has anyone guessed what potion she was brewing"

An intense silence thundered in the class.

"-Well, you now have a lovely occasion to get an extra point for your essay. You may ask any questions you want before the end of the class."

"-What year are you in"

"-I don't really see what that's got to do with potions brewing, but I'm a 6th year. I'm in professor Snape's Advanced Potions class."

"-Are you the beast in your class? Or are all 6th years as good as that"

"-I don't really care to know if I am the beast or not. I know some are worst than me and I know some are beater. Don't worry; some of you will be more efficient than me. "

I said good-naturedly.

Snape decided to but in.

"-Actuality Red is in the top 3 of my class and is actually battling with Malfoy for the first place... Miss Granger will have a fit."

He added sardonically.

"-Malfoy, isn't he that rude, blond…"

Started a brunette.

"-Weasley? What are you doing? You were supposed to bring back a reply! Not entertain your personal harem of second years"

"-Malfoy. "

I said soothingly.

"-Don't Malfoy me! I've been every wear looking for you! Even the Gryffindor common room. Where, by the way, Camera-boy practically trampled me for some unknown reason! McGonagal was a real pest to me! Did you really have to say that I was better looking than her"

"-Well it must have been comforting Mr. I-Am-So-Sexy";I Sneered and went on; "It is not my problem if your ego is so prissy, or that you had to run around looking for me like some good little sheep dog. And by the way, you could of put two and two together and understood that when the old bat ordered me to 'go straight to Professor Snape' I went to the dungeons and not to the Gryffindor Tower"

By then we were facing each other, the students were hiding behind the desks Snape seemed to have disappeared.

"-Why? Do you think I volunteered like a good little Hufflepuf ?"

Draco smirked mockingly; " It's not like you were someone important."

I was shocked.

It really hurt, the way he despised me.

I pushed him aside and slammed the door behind and fled deep in the dungeons until I came upon a room I knew well.

I locked the door behind me and slumped on the soft rug in front of a large fireplace.

A fireball ignited in my palm, leaping and crackling merrily. I threw it in the fireplace and made it grow until it looked like it had been burning for hours at one exception: there was no wood to burn.

I curled up and looked at the flames.

You thought he'd changed.

Somehow, you thought he cared for you in his strange, distorted way.

But he has his girlfriend.

"And I have my boyfriend."

You don't even remember why you're with Sam.

"Did I like him? Did I use to like him?'

Any way since we were together his friends looked at me in a strange way.

Like I was some…I don't really know but I didn't like the way they looked at me.

It was freaky.

And he had changed two. He was like…waiting. But no. He won't have that with me.

I value the golden rule of no sex before I am out of school.

Minimum.

And if he values his life he should to.

I shook my head gently erasing these thoughts and closed my eyes.

Draco smirked mockingly; " It's not like you were someone important

My eyes snapped open.

I got up slowly.

As they say

"There is no thinner edge than between love and hate."

I won't let myself suffer over something that has never existed.

A fleeting memory of the kiss we shared flickered in my mind.

I snuffed it out.

I went back to the potions class and soundlessly brewed the potion while Snape corrected essays.

He didn't try to communicate: neither did I.

Still being angry at the world, it was a profitable situation.

I finished washing the last cauldron and put it aside.

-Red. Come here.

I discreetly wiped my eyes and went to the desk.

-Sir.

-I am aware of you being a Slytherin, and according to that, you are under my responsibility. I am sure you understand this.

I nodded, wondering why he was beating around the bush.

-Hatred are the cinders of affection. It is a common fact. And that explains the earlier… clash with Malfoy.

I opened my mouth, but he putt up a hand to stop me from talking.

-I won't tell this to anyone. Even thou the hole school must know thanks to your numerous demonstrations.

I was furious. How dare he?

My nerves broke for the second time that day.

"-Now I have a common fact for you mister cleaver"

I snapped banging my fist on the desk.

"-Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."

I spun on my hell and stormed out of the room not caring one moment about being disrespectful to my teacher.

(5 days later………)

"Well you see, the truth is that Red is a real shag. Yea, she's just great: the does anything you tell her to do. A real lap dog! I tell you guy's her 'try-shag-me-and-I-kill-you' looks is just a façade. In fact she lives of it. A real beast"

Sam's friends laughed. I was shell-shocked. The git was in the very middle of a corridor, talking about our (actually non existent) activities?

He started again.

"She tells me that if she could she'd go at it three times a day. But hey, twice a day a quite enough if you want my opinion"

His cronies and public laughed loudly.

A ratty looking guy snickered.

-Why man, you found your self a free whore!

-You can say that again!

I walked up to him in a cold, boiling cold, fury.

Then I stopped in front of him ready to clobber him the peaces.

And could do nothing.

Loss of word, loss of faith.

He smirked at me.

"-What do you want sweet heart"

I was deceived.

I noticed Malfoy leaning against a wall a bit further down in the hall.

Suddenly I realized he was positively seething.

Our eyes connected.

Something broke within me.

Sam was far away; there was only one important thing for the moment.

Malfoy believed I'd done all those things.

He believed I was some kind of cheep whore!

My throat tightened painfully.

I felt like breaking to peaces before Draco's very eyes.

I wanted to cry on his shoulder.

I wanted him to take me in his arms.

I wanted him to stop hating me.

I wanted to cry.

For all the horrors of my life.

For Riddle, for the chamber, for the murder of two Deatheaters, for Percy shattering my parents heart, for Sam spreading those awful rumors, for going out with the idiot, for falling in love with Draco!

I looked at Sam again.

I felt like pounding his face to a pulp.

Instead I looked at him in the eye.

"-I hope you die in a ferry painful way, and that I'll be there to watch."

I hissed.

I turned my back on him and found my way out of the castle.

Dark clouds rolled in, obscuring the sun.

Once in the grounds I kept walking blindly ahead of me.

The wind shrieked amongst the trees: wilder than ever.

I entered a cave about an hours brisk walk from Hogsmade; the entrance was very narrow, just a crack in the cliff. In a corner, rat and chicken bones along with large gray feathers had been abandoned. I seemed a Hippogriff had sojourned here.

I fell to my knees.

And wept.

Thunder roared, lightening stuck; the clouds now obscured the sky completely.

Draco's PoV

I'll kill him.

How could she…?

I had hoped…

I was sad: It started raining.

The wind hurled itself to the mountaintops. And the rain poured down.

I calmed down slowly. My emotions didn't. I took beep-breaths.

It was night outside but the lightning bolts were so frequent that it seemed to be mid-day.

I stood at the cave hole gazing at the raging storm.

Shivering.

Exteriorly I was calm and collected; but inside I was ripping down the furniture.

Crying, screaming, whimpering.

Alone.

I drew up my hood and stepped out in the storm. The storm calmed around me. The wind didn't blow in my hair, nor did it try to rip the Gryffindor robes of my back, but that didn't stop it from forcing the tree in a bow.

Air and Fire are not my elements for nothing.

Only the rain drizzled down my hood, and on my back as the castle swan onto view, blurred by the pounding droplets.

A large furry creature with way too many legs bolted out of the Forbidden forest. It pounced on me, but a lightning bolt struck it. Its ashen form fell to the ground splating mud and water all over me.

Aragoges kids were out for a hunt.

But the prey wasn't in the mood to be eaten.

I pushed at the massive doors. They didn't budge. I went down the steps again, besides the dead animal, and concentrated on the locking mechanism.

The clicking noise of clockwork was head above the rain and thunder. A strong gust of wind blew both the doors open with a loud crack.

A few professors and top year students were posted in the middle of the hall, wands at the ready. He was amongst them, Sam was a real disease.

I mounted the steps and stood in the shelter of the hall; the doors closed and locked again.

I took a step further but sparks emitted from Tonks wand.

-State your name and business, Stranger.

Spat McGonagal.

I brought both hand to my hood and pushed it back, sending a smothering look as the old bat.

-Miss Weasley!

McGonagal was about to speak again when a lightening bolt crashed not far away: the ground shook.

I was getting angry.

"-I am happy you remember my name."

I stated coldly, not a hint of joy in my features.

I walked past them.

"-Malfoy, take care of her. I'm going to find Dumbledore."

Whispered Tonks as the professors and students went in the Hall.

My clothes were drenched.

I was tired, my powers were stimulated with my emotions, and I guessed the storm originated from my inner turmoil.

I was using up my energy slowly.

Shivering. I was wet, cold, tired, and sad.

Empty.

Void.

I hadn't ever got enough energy to heat my self.

Not a spark.

I half walked half limped to the stairs. Malfoy fell in step besides me.

Tall, impassive.

He shrugged of his Slytherin robes and put them over my shoulders, taking my soaked and muddied used to be robe.

I hugged my-self tightly. I had climbed two sets of stairs when I fell.

I was shaking, crying, except no tears came. I had shed enough.

"-You can't break down here."

Whispered a voice near my ear.

Draco picked me up and entered an empty room, except for a large fireplace.

He put me down on the floor and lit a nice hot fire and put my wet cloak in front of it to dry. I'd curled up in a ball, and was hugging my knees, shaking with contained sobs.

My clothes were cold, freezing cold.

"-Your lips are blue. Let me help you take your sweater of. It making you colder more than anything else."

He was being nice.

He looked worried.

Was it a façade?

Again?

I was too tired to think straight so I obeyed.

I came closer to the fire and unzipped my sweater.

Malfoy noticed I was only wearing a tank top underneath; so he took of his own sweater and put it on me before using his cloak as a cover.

"-What did you have to run away like that for"

He murmured, taking me in his arm gently rubbing the blood back in me.

I was still shaking and not thinking clearly.

I broke down in his arm again, burying my head in his torso.

His held me tight against him I scooted closer to get comfortable.

He stroked my back gently.

I was falling to sleep when I felt him leave.

"-Don't leave me." I whispered" be nasty at me, insult me, but, please, don't go. I can't be alone."

"-I'll carry you back to your room. Sleep."

I felt the fire die. He picked me up and carried me.

"-Mr. Malfoy, we've been looking for you and miss Weasley"

"-She's not in the state, Professors."

"-He's right Minerva. Come on. I trust you to take care of her Draco."

Said Dumbledores voice.

I was lulled by Draco's rhythmic walk and heartbeat. I instinctively snuggled close to him one of my hands griped his shirt.

The next thing I knew has Draco depositing me in my bed. He stepped away but my hand shot out on its own accord and gripped his arm.

I opened my eyes to look at him.

It was dark all I could see were his incredibly soft eyes.

Sad eyes.

"-Stay with me. Just for tonight. Please."

I felt on the verge of tears at the idea of him leaving me alone.

I sniffed pitifully.

He put my hand back to my side and left.

Curling up I inhaled the scent of his clothes.

Shaking in silent cry. No tears came.

I managed to stand up somehow and take of my drenched clothes.

I didn't resist in slipping Draco's sweater on over my shorts instead of my usual tee shirt.

I badly needed human contact, instead I had a pullover.

Pulling up the covers I started shivering again.

The door opened and closed. Someone sat besides me.

"-Sit up and drink this. Chicken-soup, everything goes beater with chicken-soup.

Illness, depression…along with chocolate it's the best. Don't worry. I have chocolate to. I know you like black chocolate…

He said quietly, helping me to sit up.

I felt him guide my hands to the cup. I took a sip.

"-You made it"

"-Yes."

"-Thank you."

I drained the cup in a few gulps, and exchanged it with some chocolate. I felt Draco stand up, the shivering started again.

"-Your going to leave me all by myself"

I sounded like a lost little girl.

"-I'll come back."

The relative comfort of the room went away with him.

I couldn't stay alone.

Not now, not tonight.

I finished the chocolate and tried to get warm. Not to avail.

Draco entered the room again. By now I was used to the dark and could see him better. (Having no powers left, all my enchased senses were back to normal meaning I could no longer see in the dark.)

He had changed in long silky black pants for the night.

He pulled a chair besides the bed and sat down.

I hadn't realized he was so muscular.

His eyes glowed softly. I shivered. If a shiver was noticeable amidst of the initial trembling.

Draco looked worried.

"-How do you fell"

"-Like Hell. Except hell has moved in the North Pole. "

I half joked half coughed.

Draco smiled and got up to put more wood in the fire.

He was about to sit down when I touched his back. He turned around lifting an eyebrow. I scooted aside. He shivered. I trembled and looked at him pleadingly.

He rolled his ekes and climbed on the bed.

-Get in, or you'll get as sick as I am.

I whispered.

He looked at me like I'd gone mad.

-I'm descent Draco. And you're cold.

He groaned in kicked his slippers of before sliding in besides me.

-You're sick and you still manage to boss me around.

He said incredulously.

-It's a gift.

I kept shivering, so instinctively pressed up against the nearest heat source. Draco.

He wrapped his arm around me after a moment's hesitation. I stopped shivering.

Draco was hot in a cold way; in every sense of term.

I slowly relaxed, and turned around to lean my fore head on him, one of my hands found its way on his side.

-What happened?

-When I was out?

-Yes.

-I went for a walk. A Giant spider attacker me in front of the castle. I roast it.

Draco didn't say anything. He held me against him. Soundless.

-Is what he said…I mean…

-True?

I looked in his eyes. He nodded slowly.

-No. You and I are closer this very moment than he and I were ever.

I whispered calmly. My voice was raspy. I coughed a bit. A faint smile graced his features.

-He was an idiot to loose you.

The hand that was on his side rubbed up and down softly.

-I was an idiot to accept. I should of-

I stopped my self from finishing my sentence.

I should of chucked him and asked you.

Draco rolled on his back, my hand didn't follow the movement and it felt well-defined abs under my fingers.

-We all should of.

He said simply. I noticed something black move on his skin and disappear under the cover.

-Is it your tattoo?

I coughed.

Draco nodded and pulled down the cover to show me.

-It's a Mayard. And you?

-Same.

I said offhandedly touching the skin where the tattoo was with the tip of my fingers. I sneezed.

One of Draco's hands brushed a strand of hair from my face.

They grazed my lips.

I smiled and rested my head on him.

Boy I was sick.

Love sick.

-When I saw you earlier out in the rain, it looked like the storm went calm around you. Like a bubble of protection.

I never felt happier or as comfortable.

All because of him.

-Really? I thought I must have looked like a Deatheater.

I chuckled softly but it ended up coughing.

-Do you fell beater?

I nodded.

-Draco? Can, can we –can we stop arguing like we hate each other. I-I know you hate me and-

Draco stopped me.

-I don't hate you. When I told you I hated you I was…tortured.

I looked at his eyes and … felt sick.

Pouncing out of bed I ran for the sink, luckily getting there just in time.

I put the taps on and spit to get rid of the taste, not carrying of my very unlady-like behavior in front of Draco.

In fact he has leaning against the wall arms crossed, smirking.

-Don't tell me I look that bad…

I laughed feebly. Still clutching the sink for support.

-You face was too much to bear for my weak stomach.

Draco just cocked and eyebrow.

-Help me bask to the bed, Ice Boy.

He froze, then blinked and helped me in the bed. I'd started shivering badly again.

In the end I fell to sleep in Draco's arms.

Dreaming.

A cave, not far from Hogsmade.

In the very center, roses now grew.

Deaths voice echoed in the cave.

"Fore Death created her flower with love and care.

Its stem and leaves as black as ebony

And its petals as red as blood.

But its life essence is of what man sheds

More than blood during wars:

Tears.

Your tears."

A/n: well I hope you liked it. I just couldn't bring my-self to make Draco and Red hate each other on St Valentines Day!

But don't worry: 'something wicked this way comes' …

Special thank you to Damia - Queen of the Gypsi's for reviewing.

It really helps a writer to pluck the courage and sit in front of a keyboard.

For those who just read a fic and do not review, I just want you to know that just a 2-word review is very motivating.

Even if it is not positive, it makes the author want to write better to satisfy the readers, and increase the quality of the fic.

Tips (in my case) are very welcome. My most used language being French; I really need help to get sentences or passages out right. (You may notice I have probs with description.)

Thank you all.

Dranius.

P.S. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

(I personally spew whatever wears pink on that day…)