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My heart will break my ribs if I hold this in.
I must confess,
I hate myself for needing this.
I love our twisted little mess.
I'm scared as hell.
It's about time that I tell you all the things that you should know,
All the things I'm too scared to show.
I need you, I bleed you, I would give up breathing for you…
Cauterize, taste of tears

16

Draco had figured out early in life that worrying about consequences of his actions was usually worse than what the actual consequence turned out to be. But, that was when he answered to Lucius, and not to Voldemort. So when he threw the special floo powder into his fireplace, his stomach dropped and he knew that it would be much worse than he thought. It had been three days since his test, and he had not returned to practice on purpose. Voldemort would be angry, but it was Draco's test of his own and he had found the answer tonight when he woke in the early morning hours with his tattoo burning… his new tattoo truly was a Dark Mark. He was a Death Eater and Voldemort was calling him.

"Cassiopeia," Draco repeated the name of his training center into the fire, then stepped through to his doom.

It was dark when he stepped off the connecting fireplace, but he knew his way around. Though, Cassiopeia was just a huge dueling arena and it wasn't hard to get lost. But tonight, the large room seemed different; there were others here besides his trainer. His assumptions were confirmed when the torches were lit and the room was bathed in light. The ones there to meet him were his father, his trainer, and of course the Dark Lord himself.

"We've missed you, Anguisator, though I am glad you felt my call," Voldemort hissed. "You are not dressed for practice."

Draco calmly unbuttoned his shirt, folded it neatly, and placed it on the weapons table. He had torn out Ginny's perfect stitches after she had left his room the morning she found him, even though it was bloody painful and he knew he wouldn't heal well at all. The wounds on his body were angry and red and possibly infected, but hopefully devoid of any evidence they had been stitched shut.

When Ginny had told him that she had stitched his wounds, two things ran through his mind: one, he was insanely glad that she would help him after he pissed her off and that meant that he had not lost her entirely, and two, he was royally fucked.

He walked towards the three men, outwardly calm, however it was the first time he was actually anxious. He had heard his father tell stories of Voldemort's wrath, especially violent when muggles were related. Stitching was an obvious muggle treatment of wounds, and he didn't know how Ginny came across it. But Voldemort, who had grown up a muggle, would recognize it quickly.

"Your wounds are healing, Anguisator, I was afraid we might have lost you after your test," Voldemort stepped closer, then slowly circled him, the predator circling his prey. "Your father and I would like to stay for practice today… What Is This?" Voldemort enunciated each word, and Draco could feel his wrath rising. He knew what Voldemort had seen.

Though there were no stitches, the cuts that sliced his body were lined on both sides with the tiny puncture holes of the needle. Draco had hoped they would have healed by the time he was called to Voldemort, but the holes were still an angry red.

"ANSWER ME, ANGUISATOR!" Voldemort yelled. Draco felt the building shake, just as Draco was doing inside.

"The brainless healer who found me unconscious thought that sewing the cuts would heal better than using magic," Draco said slowly, avoiding using any word directly related to muggles, like stitches and needles. "I tore them out myself after I awoke."

"You did not do this yourself?" Voldemort said slowly. Draco could feel Voldemort's anger ebbing, but he was still extremely cautious with his answers.

"No, Master, it is the work of a Healer," Draco stated, hoping it was close enough to the truth that if Voldemort was using his Occlemency he would be satisfied.

Voldemort paced a few more seconds that felt like eternity to Draco before he spoke again.

"I am pleased that you accepted your pain to get rid of that ridiculous healer's method," Voldemort sniffed, a sign he was still highly unsatisfied. "However, the help you received will cost you dearly."

Draco's tattooed arm began to burn severely, and though it was a huge effort, he did not flinch.

"I hate everything muggle; I do not have to tell you that. So, the fact that my Apprentice was touched with such filth is … disturbing me," Voldemort said. Draco noted with a twinge of happiness that his father still looked extremely pleased at the words "my Apprentice."

"I agree, Master," Draco answered, his voice echoing eerily off the vaulted ceiling.

"You shall practice with your teacher for longer; I want you here every day over your school break. And after the break is over, you will still continue with the same schedule," Voldemort snapped, his red eyes glaring into Draco's grey ones. "If you can stand muggle healing, you can experience even more pain here with increased training."

"Master, the Apprentice will have school, such a strenuous schedule should be reduced once the Apprentice's classes start again," Lucius spoke up, his voice pressing. Draco was grateful for the distraction as his arm stopped burning so intensely.

"Dare you question my decision, Lucius?" Voldemort asked, turning away from Draco.

"I am only pointing this out in the Apprentice's best interest," Lucius said quickly.

"Are you insinuating I do not have Anguisator's best interest in mind?" Voldemort sneered at Lucius, though the older man did not cringe.

"Not at all, Master, you know best," Lucius said calmly. Draco wondered how his father could be so composed, though he also wondered why Lucius didn't ask that Draco be beaten for the Muggle healing as well. He smirked to himself, silently hoping that Lucius get punished for his outspokenness.

"Anguisator, do you feel your father has your best interest in mind? Or should he be disciplined for doubting his lord?" Voldemort asked Draco.

"You are the Dark Lord, Master. My opinion matters naught," Draco said quietly trying to hide his smile.

"Ah, you are wrong, Anguisator, your opinion matters to me," Voldemort said, still holding Lucius' gaze. Draco wished that he could see his father's face when Voldemort said those last words.

"Though I believe my father speaks in good faith, Master, I think he is really conveying my mother's wishes that I finish academy in good standing," Draco knew it was the truth. It was his mother's insistence that Draco wait until he graduated until his 'life decisions' were made, and that had greatly angered his father, but he accepted her decree with understanding. Though she did not know that her wishes were not followed as of late.

Voldemort was quiet for a bit longer, contemplating Draco's last words.

"I will respect your mother's wishes, Anguisator, though your practices over break will be for longer and every day. Once school resumes, your regular practices are now to be an hour longer and you will continue with weaponry and added curses," Voldemort shot a look at the trainer who nodded in understanding. "I will check on your progress later, Anguisator, your punishment has been set. Get to work." And with an almost silent Disapparation, the Dark Lord and Lucius were gone.

Draco wanted to sigh with boredom, but withheld. He had mastered wandless magic and weapons weeks ago, and had thought that his test meant that his training was over. Though, he was quite relived his punishment went as smoothly as it did, the Death Eaters were no closer to finding the Aspect Teacher, so Draco was doomed to play with swords for an hour longer each session.

In spite of his punishment, Draco smiled as he picked up a sword and ran his finger lightly over the blade. Damn the red haired siren, he thought. She was always getting him into trouble, and after tonight he would find a way to repay her, and he knew just the perfect way.

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"How was your vacation, Ginny?" Colin asked her as the walked out of the library. They had been back in school for a week, but already the fifth, sixth, and seventh years had started studying for their respective tests.

"Bloody boring," Ginny laughed.

"Didn't you have your whole family there?"

"Yea, everyone was there."

"Even Harry?" Colin asked in a weird voice.

"Yea, he was there," Ginny answered, not seeing the jealous look Colin directed towards her. "My older brothers even brought their girlfriends so it was a full house. Bill and Fleur are getting married; they announced the news Christmas morning," Ginny smiled at him.

"That's great! It doesn't sound like it was bloody boring though," Colin commented.

It wasn't that her family wasn't around to talk to or have fun with, she just felt like something was missing. She suspected that Harry and Ron felt the same way.

He and Ron seemed to share random mood swings that made it very difficult to be around them. She knew Ron was ticked because Hermione was spending vacation with her family instead of with him, but she wasn't sure what was bothering Harry. She had not worked up the courage to ask him how his fight with Emlyn had progressed after she left him with her in the Dueling Arena, but it had practically been a month ago and Harry had reverted to his quiet seriousness that she had not been able to pull him out of yet. She suspected what happened, but wasn't completely sure.

However, the difference between Ginny and her brother and Harry was that she knew what, or rather who, was missing, whereas the boys were just completely ignorant. She had not seen Draco since he had yelled at her for stitching him, and though she was happy she didn't have to deal with him, she missed him and was somewhat worried about how he was healing.

It felt so good to be near him, but Ginny reminded herself that she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up. Draco had ruined another good chance to be friends again, and she wondered if he was always going to be so combative and ungrateful towards her. For a brief second she saw a happiness light his eyes when she had woken up that morning, but it was quickly replaced by his usual calculating silver gaze. It was probably wishful thinking though, and Ginny dismissed it.

"So, why was it boring?" Colin asked, looking at her expectantly.

But just as Ginny was about to answer, Draco rounded the corner and looked directly at her. Ginny had never seen the look he directed at her, but it scared her, so she ignored Draco and kept talking to Colin. But it was no use, Draco was on a mission.

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For Draco, Christmas vacation had been complete torture. Voldemort and Gruchis had him without distractions for almost a month, and though he had been fighting it, Draco felt the darkness within himself stir. It was hard to calm himself at night anymore, finding that he needed to release his inner frustrations on something. He was no longer grounded and started to believe in the fantasy world that Voldemort and Gruchis worked hard to create. His progress with spells and weapons was astounding and Draco suspected that Voldemort did not want to let him return to Hogwarts, but did not say anything when the time came.

The Christmas break held many 'firsts' for Draco. He was allowed to join his first Death Eater attack a week after he had been home, and it had been exhilarating. Voldemort praised his actions for the next two weeks and the power that came with the compliments was intoxicating. There was no doubt that people had died at his hands, and though he had taken lives before, he had never acted voluntarily. He chose to inflict his superiority over his victims. That day was the first time that Draco realized that he held power that was limitless, and though he was meant to believe it was because of Voldemort's influence, Draco realized that he could act on his own. Though for now, he meant to keep in good favor with Voldemort, who still watched closely over his Apprentice.

It was also the first time he actually thought about running away. The authority he possessed came with a price; he did not feel normal anymore, he felt like a weapon. After he got back from the attack, he sat in front of the fire trying to remember anything about himself that was not connected with Voldemort, and all he came up with was that Ginny's hair resembled the fire he was staring at.

But Christmas break was also the first time his father told Draco that he was proud of him. It was Christmas morning, and Lucius presented him with his own Wizard Saber. It was a black blade with a black handle, decorated with dark green ribbon. Draco remembered thinking that a red ribbon would have been much better, until his father spoke.

"You have done well for the Malfoy's, son. I am proud of you." Lucius's voice was emotionless, but Draco would remember those words forever, and the green ribbed sword was perfect. Running away was not an option, he had a responsibility and the sword reminded him of that every day.

But, it didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun.

After his meeting with Voldemort, Draco had decided that the littlest Weasley had gotten him into enough trouble, and now it was time for a payback. But, the only payback he could think of wasn't really a payback at all. He wanted Ginny Weasley. Sure, it would be a challenge, but what better way to keep his mind off training, and get back at Harry Potter all at the same time. After all the nights he woke up sweating because he dreamt of Ginny in black stilettos and his Quiddich jersey, he wanted to see her in her scanties in real life again.

But Draco had deliberately skipped classes with her in it, and avoided her like the plague in hopes that he could convince himself that his little plan was a bad idea. He valued her friendship, even if it was rocky presently, but as of the 'knickers-incident' he couldn't stop thinking about her in anything but a friendly way. He finally gave up the afternoon when Emlyn had snuck up on him in the hallway.

"She likes you, you know," Emlyn said from behind him. Draco, who had just finished taking away a staggering amount of points from some Hufflepuff first years for no reason (which one of his favorite activities), and was still in an impossibly horrid mood.

"Who?" Draco growled at her, as they fell into step, a little angry that she was infringing on his privacy again. Emlyn looked at him, smirking. They turned the corner towards the library and there she was. Ginny was talking with Creevy about their breaks. Unknowingly, he touched the wound on his head that was still bright red and raised, and stepped back from her line of sight. They turned and walked the other way, and Draco was silent for a long while.

He looked back at Emlyn, hoping she didn't see his reaction to Ginny. But the beautiful Slytherin was smiling knowingly at him.

"She's dating Potter," Draco growled, trying to use it as an excuse.

"That's not what I said," Emlyn smiled cryptically and turned a corner to head up towards the Ravenclaw Tower. Draco stared after her a moment, and though he had no idea what she meant, he thought about his plan. All he wanted was a kiss from her, and when had a Malfoy ever been denied?

So, Draco started back for the library with purposeful strides, excitement coursing though his veins. He knew where the red-headed beauty was at almost every moment of the day when they were in school, and right now she was finished studying with ugly Scarhead and her friends, and headed towards the Gryffindor common room.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to head her off; there was an important 'discussion' that needed to be had.

He rounded the corner, heading straight towards her, his eyes glinting. But his heart almost stopped at the look Ginny shot him.

She was so mad at him, Draco secretly smiled, but he was going to have such a good time making it up to her…

"Weasley," Draco nodded at her. Ginny did not even acknowledge his presence, but kept talking to a very nervous looking Creevey. "Creevey, leave," Draco clipped at the younger boy, cutting off Ginny's ramblings.

"Yes, sir," Colin replied hastily, then shot Ginny an apologetic look and half-ran down the hall.

"You didn't have to…" Ginny started angrily, but Draco grabbed her arm and shoved her unceremoniously into the open broom closet on his right. Locking the door magically, Draco looked down at the girl who was pressed up against him. He smiled at his talent for choosing the smallest broom closet in the castle.

"What the hell are you doing! And you don't have to scare Colin all the time, you know he is frightened of you already," Ginny fumed, trying to push Draco away from her.

"I don't care about Creevey, I care about you," Draco said fiercely. Ginny stopped pushing against him, but kept the mutinous look on her face. In the dim light from his wand, he could see her expression soften when she spied the cut on his head.

"I see you've taken out the stitches," Ginny said quietly, lifting her hand to touch the nasty wound, then thinking better of it, tried to cover by tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Why? They would have been tiny scars; I did my best stitching them for you,"

"I didn't care about the scars either," Draco said in a low voice, "They were driving me mad as reminders of you." Ginny chose to ignore that comment, and shot him an incredulous look.

"Let me see the rest," Ginny said, tugging his shirt out of his pants. Draco smiled wickedly at her, and Ginny scowled back at him… until she saw the cuts on his chest and stomach.

"Oh, Draco…" she murmured, lightly touching the puffy angry red skin surrounding the cuts. They were clearly infected badly, and he had to be in pain. "Are they all like this?"

"If I say yes, will you be my healer?" Draco said softly, tracing the curve of her face with his fingers. Draco had decided to pull out all the charm. She wasn't going to be easy to convince, but frighteningly, he was beginning to convince himself. Ginny held his gaze for a moment, and Draco could not read what she was thinking.

She was actually trying to decide Draco's motives.

"I already played healer, and you yelled at me for helping you. I don't do repeat performances," she scowled at him.

"Even if I asked really… really… nicely?" Draco whispered, sliding his hand lower and lower on her waist.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but now you're scaring me. I'll bring you some healing potion to class. See you later," Ginny said quickly, shooting Draco a look of uncertainty, then tried to push past him to get to the door.

"You aren't going anywhere until I say you can go," Draco roughly slid his arms around her and Ginny began to protest. Draco pressed his lips against hers, holding her tightly to him, even though his cuts were screaming in pain. But nothing mattered except that Ginny was in his arms, and he was kissing her.

She tasted exactly like he thought she would, fierce and sweet. But he could tell Ginny was still shocked and he smiled as he lifted his head from hers.

"I can't get you out of my mind after seeing you in naught but knickers," Draco murmured against her skin. Ginny shivered, still not knowing what to think.

"That was a mistake," she strangled out, "I was so angry with you…" she tried to explain, but stopped when she felt his lips on her neck. Ginny was so confused, she thought Draco was mad at her, and here he was kissing her in a closet.

"Your mistake has given me delicious dreams for the past three nights," Draco said, his mind shifting to thoughts of Ginny in his bed.

"Then don't go to sleep," she snapped. "Let me out of here!" Ginny tugged on the door knob, and when he wouldn't let it go she pressed her hand against the wound on his chest. She knew it was unfair, and probably excruciatingly painful, but she couldn't stay with him in here. But as she pressed her hand, she watched his face and his expression didn't change at all. Did he feel no pain?

Before she could ask him though, he opened the door for her.

"I don't stop until I get what I want, Ginny. I'll be seeing you later," his grey eyes locked with hers.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Whatever you want, Ginny," he answered.

And she forgot to breathe.

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"Emlyn! Stay in your position!" Damaris shouted from across the Arena. Emlyn muttered under her breath, and returned to her spot behind Harry and Lukas. She glanced quickly at Harry's face, but he did not look at her. In fact, he had not looked or talked to her once since they started practicing together this week… and it was pissing her off.

"Lukas, you need to move forward a bit more too," Damaris called to them. Lukas obeyed and adjusted his position. They were standing in the standard formation for fighting, but were each in a different location. They formed a large triangle, with Lukas and Harry as the forward points, where normally the Ancient and Elemental were placed, and Emlyn as the back point, where the Lifter was placed.

"Why can't I stand in my normal spot?" Emlyn, frustrated that she was in the back, called.

"Because Harry cannot take the position of Lifter without taking the chance of hitting you or Lukas with an Elemental spell. I explained this to you, Emlyn, stop protesting!" Damaris was annoyed, but she tried not to let it show. Emlyn glowered at the teacher. "Alright once more please," she commanded and she conjured up the practice attack to begin.

At once the whole room seemed alive with movement. A few months ago, Harry would have been intimidated, but now he was confident and alert to what was going on. Though it was harder for the three to communicate because Harry had no telepathy powers, the team worked well together.

As soon as he felt the power flow under his fingers, Harry sucked in and released it to Lukas and Emlyn which was their sign to start attacking and defending. Today's drills were mainly to let Harry practice lifting, and for Emlyn and Lukas to release their destruction. They had not had a Lifter present for practices, and they could not get rusty with their abilities.

Harry worked on getting a constant stream of Power flowing to them, but he couldn't help but watch them in awe.

Damaris had conjured up random objects that shot spells towards the three at unearthly rates, but Lukas seemed to be having a blast taking them down. Today, he was only practicing with one hand, much more difficult than using two. He drew in the power with one hand, and worked on aiming with the other.

Emlyn, meanwhile, was kneeling on the polished floor. Her long hair was covering her face, and Harry fought back the temptation to walk over and push it back. Working furiously, she traced ancient symbols on the ground using her finger, while her mouth was whispering the words with it. Harry could not see what she was drawing, but all at once she stood up and said her spell. The floor around him glowed, and the symbol Emlyn had been working on shimmered on the floor beneath her feet. Harry felt a wind pass upwards through him; Emlyn's first barrier was erected. She started working again, this time choosing another spot on the floor.

The whole process lasted a few minutes. It took Emlyn a bit to bring down the defenses of the enemies so that Lukas could destroy them. But after they were done, all three were sweaty and tired. Damaris dismissed them, and without a word to her, Harry left the Arena and headed back to his room.

Emlyn watched him leave, her eyes tracking his progress across the larger room.

"Just tell him you're sorry," Lukas said. Emlyn shot him an evil glare and said nothing. "You've been in a miserable state since you fought, and he doesn't seem much happier either. Just talk to him and tell him that you are sorry for what you said."

"No! What would that solve, Lukas? I don't care that he's not happy, it's not because of me anyways," she muttered. But she didn't look up to see Lukas leave either. She knew he was mad at her because she was being so stupid about the situation.

She had hoped that he would fail miserably during their joined practices this week, but she had been very wrong. Harry turned out to be a extraordinarily talented Lifter, as well as Elemental and Aspect. Granted, he still had a lot to learn, but he could still hold his own against the two of them, even with the most basic of spells. After all, it was creativity that won battles, not superiority of spell knowledge.

But what angered her more than his success as an Aspect, was his complete indifference to her. Harry did not ignore her, but he did not go out of his way to speak to her like he used too.

Just say you're sorry! Lukas' voice sounded in her head. A frustrated scream erupted from her before she blocked her brother out and headed back to her dorm.

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Ginny had been staring at the same page in her Charms book for the past twenty minutes. In fact, she wasn't even sure what book she was looking at, she was so distracted. She was sitting with Harry, and he looked just as distracted as her, so she was sure that he didn't notice when she got up and left to wander around the stacks of the library.

The shelves were old and beautiful; their intricate carvings between the dividers reached all the way up to the ceiling. Boards jutted out as table tops and provided more space beneath for the larger, more cumbersome texts. Ginny loved to roam the library and look at the books, and though she never told anyone, except bloody Draco in a fit of weakness last year, she had read a good portion of them. She had a system though, so no one else would notice, and decided to check out the next book on her list. She wandered the stacks, searching for the right isle, and found it far in the back of the library near the restricted section.

It was dark and gloomy, but the two shelves bordered a window which made for good reading light. She pulled out the book, but before she even set it down Draco stepped into the row and trapped her.

She fought the immediate urge to kiss him, and instead lashed out.

"Stop following me," she ordered him.

"This is the first time you've seen me since… the last time you've seen me," Draco smirked. "Besides, I didn't follow you, I knew exactly where you'd be. And I bet this is the next book on your list?" He snatched it out of her hands and read the title, "'Transfiguration Charms and Their Impact on Internal Organs and Malfunctions.' Yep, that's it and it sounds bloody interesting," he said sarcastically.

"Whatever," Ginny said quickly, mortified he remembered her reading habit. However, she was more mortified as she remembered what they were doing the last time that they were together alone.

Draco was thinking the same thing; however, he had a more positive spin on it. Ginny was here, he knew who he was, and he wanted to kiss her again more than anything else.

"Well, I'll be going then," Ginny tried to slide past him, but ended up brushing up against his arm.

He blocked her way with his body. "You always leave when I want to talk to you," Draco smirked at her. Ginny glared back at him.

"Well then find me later," she suggested, but she didn't really mean it. They stood close, staring into each other's eyes, waiting for something to happen.

Ginny couldn't bring herself to look away even though she felt as if Draco was seeing her feelings for him. She couldn't mask them, as hard as she tried. She cared for Draco, but he couldn't stop hurting her either.

Draco couldn't stop thinking that this was the biggest mistake he had ever made, and how he didn't care. He admitted to himself that he had been out of it for the past couple of days, but one dose of Ginny and he was back to himself. It was like picking up where he left off: he felt like he hadn't missed anything while he was away from her. She made him feel alive.

"Didn't you bring me my healing potion?" he asked her smirked at her, and she scowled at him.

"I left it in my bag. You weren't in class today or yesterday," she said haughtily.

"No, you brought it…" he whispered then, leaning down, captured her lips in a spine tingling kiss. Her hands grabbed his shoulders as he pressed her back into the books. Their lips parted and Ginny sighed.

"Why did you do that?" she asked him, her eyes searching his.

"Didn't you believe me when I said I cared about you?" Draco answered her, though it wasn't really an answer at all. This is a game, he reminded himself, a means to an end.

"We were friends; I believed in that," Ginny said darkly.

"Well, here's the truth. You are the only thing that I want, and I will get it," Draco murmured to her.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who puts up with me, who makes me feel real and grounded, who puts me in my place. You aren't scared of me, you're my best friend, Ginny," Draco smiled at her, tracing her jaw line with his finger as he spoke. "And, I know that you like me, otherwise you wouldn't have been so mad that I've been flirting with you."

"What makes you think that?"

"Any other day, you would have taken Snape on for calling you out in class, and then you would have beaten my ass for not standing up for you. But, you had a different reason for letting Snape get the upper hand. You needed a reason to get rid of me, eh?"

"You were making me uncomfortable, that's the real truth," she lied.

"I could never do that, Ginny, because you are the only person that knows me, but I know you even better. I'm not ignorant, when you said you liked me you meant it."

"No, Malfoy, you piss me off," Ginny growled, frustrated with his frankness, and wishing he couldn't read her so well.

"Even better," Draco said, smirking at her.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something, when they heard Harry call for her from down the rows. Ginny shoved him harder than he expected and landed hard against the boards of the other shelf just as Harry rounded the corner.

"Ginny? Why didn't you answer me?" Harry asked. "Hermione has been looking for you; I guess she wants to see your notes on something."

"That's the sorriest excuse I've ever heard, Potter," Draco sneered. Ginny shot him a wicked look.

"Sorry, Harry, I didn't hear you," Ginny told him.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as she walked over to him.

"Malfoy was helping me find a book for our Advanced Potions class, but I was just leaving. Come on," Ginny glared at Draco and took Harry's arm to drag him away.

Draco smirked back at her, but his stomach clenched. He hated Harry Potter more than ever, but it was a wonder how much more hatred Draco could conjure when he saw Ginny with him. He followed them back towards the main library and Ginny only turned around once to glance at him. He wasn't smiling.

It's a wonder Gruchis and Voldemort didn't come up with an indoctrination technique involving love, Draco thought to himself. Love? Had he said that? He was doing this because he hated Harry. Suddenly disgusted with himself, he turned and stalked out of the library.

So a bit longer, a bit more romance, a bit of revenge... what'd you think eh? Keep the comments coming, I love to hear from you guys!

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