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Summary: A new prophecy has both Harry and Draco training for the ultimate fight. Ginny has many secrets of her own, one involving the newly tattooed Draco. He has hatred and ruthlessness branded into him; will his love for Ginny give him new, more painful scars?

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17

I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create
Does nothing for my flawless sense of style
Its 8:45, the weather is getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied
I'm without you...
Brand New

"There has been news, Anguisator, very good news," Voldemort hissed. Draco had barely heard the quiet Apparation of his Master, but he sensed his presence in Cassiopeia as soon as he appeared. Draco and Gruchis lowered their swords and Gruchis knelt before Voldemort. Draco nodded in respect.

"What news, Master?" Draco asked calmly, hiding his impatience after Voldemort was quiet and made no attempts to elaborate on his statement. Voldemort's lips twitched.

"The search for your next Teacher is over, my faithful servant has found her," Voldemort slithered around the room to the weapons table, and fondly fingered the sabers laying there.

"Where did he find her?" Draco questioned.

"The Old Fool is crafty, I'll give him that. But he did not expect me to search so widely for her as I have, especially when she is right under my nose. I do not blame you Anguisator, for you have been busy with other things and I specifically told you to act normal at your school," Voldemort sighed, but satisfaction crossed his face. "She is at Hogwarts, and this is just the opportunity I have been waiting for."

"Forgive me, Master, the opportunity for what?"

"Payback, Apprentice, the Old Fool thinks he is so smart, but you will help me and we will abduct her so he has no choice but to cower in fear."

"Yes, Master," Draco said evenly, again hiding his excitement.

"I have planned, and you will feel my call on the day. You are going to be my diversion," Voldemort hissed. Draco visibly bristled at the word and Voldemort noticed it. "Ah, Anguisator, it will be a glorious diversion… you will get your chance to fight Harry Potter sooner than expected."

Draco's eyes widened in eagerness. "When is this day?"

"Have patience, I will call you, Anguisator; there are still other plans to be made. But until then, train for that day…" and he was gone.

At the time, Draco thought the news that he was going to fight Harry would just fill him with incredible anticipation. He did not expect the guilt.

He saw Ginny everywhere he looked, and he suddenly found himself guilty that he kissed her. Since Voldemort's announcement, the reason he had to kiss her was gone. He wanted to hurt Harry, and since he previously didn't have the immediate chance, getting at him through Ginny was he only option. But now, he was going to be allowed to unleash hell on Scarhead, and was suddenly left without a reason to go after Ginny.

Except that he wanted her.

And that was unacceptable.

He single-handedly ruined their friendship with his desire for revenge on Potter, (and desire to see Ginny in her knickers… again) and now he couldn't even talk to her.

Draco was sitting in front of the fire in his bedroom fingering a dagger that he had taken from his practice the day Voldemort announced he was to fight Harry. The jeweled handle was magnificent, but all he could think about was how he could use it to kill Potter. Every scenario ended with Harry on the floor, down, the knife pressed against his throat.

Up, over, around, down.

Back, around, flip, down.

Twist, over, back, down.

Around, up, Ginny…

She infiltrated everything, Draco inhaled deeply. His frustration with her was mounting and his hatred for Harry was at an all-time high.

He couldn't have Ginny, ever. She hated him, the last look she gave him was engraved into his memory. She loved Harry fucking Potter.

Which was why he had started to avoid her. There was no reason to hurt Ginny, to make her fall in love with him, if there was another way he could get at Harry. He just couldn't lie to her anymore.

But they weren't lies, he thought. Draco closed his eyes, but images of Ginny ran through his head.

In a sudden burst of aggravation and anger Draco whipped the knife at the mirror in a rage, shattering it. The dagger stuck in the wood behind it, quivering with energy, and as he stalked out of the room he could hear the broken mirror moaning in agony. It was how he felt, and he was suddenly a little happier that something was sharing in his pain.

All along, he knew the day would come, and now it felt unreal.

He briefly thought the feeling was because he would fight Harry Potter, but he knew it was because he wanted Ginny Weasley and could not have her.

He didn't have a reason to hurt her anymore, not that he ever wanted to hurt her. He felt better about the situation when he had a reason, and now that there was none, he felt lost and undone without her.

He wanted her back, but there was no way.

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Ginny was trying to study, but her mind kept wandering and her quill kept sketching little hearts on the side of her notes. Except some of them were broken hearts with jagged slashes through them.

"Hey, Ginny, can we talk for a bit?" Hermione said quietly. Ginny jumped and quickly closed her notes over so she wouldn't see her doodles. Hermione didn't notice and smiled nervously at her before plopping down in the seat next to her in the library. Ginny smiled reassuringly back.

"What are you studying? Do you need any help?" Hermione asked quickly, trying to pull Ginny's books towards her. Ginny laughed.

"No, Hermione!" Ginny quickly tugged her books back. "You wanted to talk about something other than school work, I can tell. So, spit it out."

Hermione was quiet, looking down at her hands. It was awhile before she spoke.

"Have you ever wanted something and were too scared to reach for it?" Hermione asked quietly, searching Ginny's eyes for laughter.

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously.

"I just… have you ever been tired of waiting for something to happen, so you decided to just do it yourself?"

"Like you and Ron?" Ginny asked, smiling.

"What? No, of course not!" Hermione urgently denied, but Ginny could see the light in her eyes.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot you're with Lukas now."

"Well, not with him…" Hermione corrected.

"Right, anyways, to answer your question. You just need confidence in yourself. If you reach for something, and even if you fall, no one can say you were wrong not to try because it's what you wanted. And, you might surprise yourself," Ginny answered.

They continued talking for a bit longer, until Hermione looked as if she was going to explode with excitement and left the library.

Ginny however, kept thinking over her words to Hermione.

Was Draco what she wanted?

She knew that she could not get him out of her head, besides the fact that it seemed like he was everywhere she was. And every time she saw him, it took her a huge amount of restraint not to brush back the hair that kept falling to shadow his eyes, or touch his arm, or even drag him into a closet.

Draco had not spoken to her for over two weeks, but she had noticed his glances even though he tried hard to hide them. He was deliberately avoiding her, she knew. But why? He had told her that she was the only thing that he wanted, and that he cared for her. But his silent treatment was driving her insane with wonder. Was he lying?

She highly doubted that he was; Draco once told her that she was one person who he could not lie to. But when had he promised her honesty?

The bigger problem was that she trusted him, maybe even more than she trusted her brother or Harry. Their two years of friendship was not fake, she trusted in that. But what had he ever done to convince her?

He kissed me like he meant it, Ginny thought, and she knew it was true. Draco couldn't hide all of his feelings from her, Ginny smiled.

Before she started 'dating' Harry, she had quite the fling with Seamus. The whole relationship never amounted to anything, but to this day, Seamus still winked at her because of one particular day.

They had continually missed each other for about three days straight, and Ginny was finally fed up with not seeing her boyfriend. So she cornered him in his room, snogged him senseless, then left because she had other things to do. Seamus still congratulated her to this day for the superior stealth tactics she used to sneak up on him; however he mentioned it one day in front of Ron, and Ginny who was extremely mortified made sure Seamus never talked of it again. But he still winked…

Ginny grabbed her books and headed out of the library in search of her target, smiling wickedly.

However, it didn't take her long to find him. She ran smack into him turning the corner out of the library and dropped all her books. But without thinking, she dropped her bag, shoved him into the empty classroom next to them, pushed him up against the wall and kissed him like her life depended on it. The only thing she could think about was Draco's arms around her and his lips on hers.

Draco was stunned. Weasley was kissing him without any persuasion, his wish had come true. He didn't know what else to do except kiss her back, but before he could put any more into it, she was gone.

He didn't know how long he stood there trying to even out his breathing, but when Filch found him a bit later and told him to get lost the sun had sank.

Ginny Weasley had kissed him, and Draco couldn't wait to ambush her back.

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As Harry stood behind his six teammates squinting into the early Spring sunlight that poured between the cracks of the wooden door that lead out into the Quiddich stadium, all he could think about was the girl standing next to him.

She accused him of being a murderer after he told her he cared about her. He was hurt and felt betrayed, but it didn't mean that he stopped caring for her. On the contrary, he still cared for her, and it grew with every minute that he spent with her.

But in the months since they had started practicing together, Emlyn had become increasingly confusing to him. Some days, she would be overly friendly, and others she would go out of her way to be extremely malevolent. Harry's powers were growing fast, and neither Lukas, Emlyn, nor even Professor Morticai knew how much strength he held.

Harry honestly didn't know where it came from. He had to hold back in practice and act like he was tired when he noticed that Emlyn and Lukas's powers were beginning to wane. He figured it was because of his dedication to practicing as hard as he could, but he knew that showing that he didn't need Lukas and Emlyn's help anymore would only make them feel more lost than they already did.

Harry could hear the crowd outside the wooden doors roar to life as Lee announced the teams. He stole a quick look over at Emlyn and saw that she was already looking at him. Her face was impassive, but Harry saw the glint in her beautiful eyes.

Her eyes were his undoing. For a long moment, Harry didn't remember what he was doing until he looked and everyone from both teams had mounted their brooms and left the hold. Except Emlyn, she was still there.

"Good luck, Potter. You're going to need it today," Emlyn said softly.

"Malfoy has been off for weeks, you're going to get slaughtered," Harry retorted, but smiled halfway at her.

She was quiet, and didn't smile back.

"I know one way to win," Emlyn said distractedly, her eyes trailing down her broom, then returning to his green eyes. Harry could tell she was thinking about something else entirely.

Harry was silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Announcing the Slytherin team: Keeper: Montague!" they heard from outside.

"Harry," she started, "I know things have been difficult between us for some time, and you've been ignoring me. I know it's because of what I said."

"Beaters: Hounds and Frankton!"

"What of it?" Harry asked her, some of the numbness he'd been trying to forget rerturning.

"Chasers: Zuck…"

"I just wanted you to know something," Emlyn said simply. Then she reached up and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Smiling at his stunned face, she mounted her broom.

"…Simmers…"

Harry was too stunned to think, but he knew what her smile meant.

"Was that your way to win?" Harry asked her, smirking back at her.

"You'd never believe my answer anyways," Emlyn told him.

"…and Riley!"

"You're still going to lose!" Harry shouted after her as she flew out of the hold.

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Ginny stood in her Gryffindor Quiddich robes, trying in vain to make herself as small as possible. For some reason, Draco had decided to place his very tall frame next to hers in the Quidditch hold. He was supposed to be standing next to Harry, but for some reason he took a Chaser's spot so he could loom over her. Ginny couldn't breathe, he was so near and she could smell his cologne or aftershave or something; but it drove her crazy. And when Madame Hooch pushed by to open to doors to the stadium, Draco's hand brushed against hers. She was pretty sure it was deliberate, as Madame Hooch wasn't even close to Draco. She should have been reviewing their plays, but all she could think about was how the back of her hand still tingled from his touch.

It had been four weeks since she kissed Draco. Four agonizing, embarrassing weeks, and every time she looked at him she could feel her face flush, and see his eyes glint in satisfaction. What was he thinking?

In truth, Ginny hadn't seen Draco very frequently in the past four weeks. She knew he had been busy, since Dumbledore gave him the task of organizing the End of Year Feast, the Quidditch Brackets and Finals, and supervision of the cleaning of the ninth floor of the west wing of the castle. It was all old bottles of potions that needed to be disposed of properly, and since Filch didn't know the difference between a love potion and a block of wood, Draco was given the job.

She was dying to know what he was thinking, but never in a million years would she be the first one to speak. She made her move, now he could make his or leave it alone.

She hoped with all her heart it would be the latter, but after about the second week of his silence, Ginny knew he wasn't going to do anything.

So, as they stood waiting for the announcing whistle from Madame Hooch, Ginny's thoughts returned to the familiar topic: regret and anger. Her ambush kiss definitely didn't work out the way she had hoped and she severely whished she could take it back. Ginny was positive that if Draco had any reaction to her forwardness, he would have found time in his schedule to come after her like he did before. But so far, he had done nothing. Her last hope was that, if anything, she knew Draco was not known for his punctuality.

However, Ginny was known for her temper, and after she realized Draco wasn't going to make his move, her anger steadily grew. She had been looking forward to beating the Slytherins in Quidditch since she had come to that conclusion. She knew it was the only revenge she could get on Draco that she was positive he would hate more than anything. He hated losing to Harry Potter, and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that the Slytherins went down in flames.

She wanted him to pay for ignoring her so maybe she could regain some of her pride.

She stole a peek at him beneath her lashes. He was so tall, she breathed, and so pale. Why didn't she notice it before? His eyes were so dark, and his skin was light, and even his face looked gaunt.

Worry bloomed in her chest, but she knew Draco could take care of himself and stressing over his health wouldn't help her problems. So, Ginny turned her gaze forward and tried to concentrate on her anger again. But, all she could think about was the nearness of Draco.

Thankfully the hatch to the hold opened and Ginny quickly mounted her broom and flew out in the stadium, thankful to get away from his stifling presence.

Draco watched her fly out, almost feeling her relief at escaping. He felt bad that now, in addition to her anger, that he actually was hurting her by staying away. But it would all end tonight, he smiled to himself, mounting his broom and flying out into the stadium.

He slowly circled the field high above the stands, watching Ginny go through her warm-ups with the other Chasers. He hadn't felt this normal in ages, and he relished the feeling of being alive and free, if only for the moment. Voldemort couldn't touch him here. Today, he was on his own.

There were reasons he couldn't pursue Ginny after she had kissed him, and he loathed every single one for keeping him away from her. The most pressing was that Voldemort had taken a new interest in his routine at Hogwarts, and that meant detailing his every move, even with people he spoke too. His first thought was to protect Ginny, and that meant he had to stay away. And now even his 'detours' to cross her path had to be stopped as his every move needed to have a reason behind it. He still didn't know what Voldemort was planning for his attack to abduct the Teacher, but Draco did not doubt his own importance in execution of it.

He gathered with his team in the center as their names were announced, then watched as the Gryffindor's took their positions opposite them. He smiled slightly as Ginny's name was announced and she flew to the center of the field with her team. She was the only girl on her team, and she bore the weight well, Draco thought. Though she was so slight, no one had underestimated her ability, and Draco was somewhat eager to see what she would do against Emlyn today.

But before Madame Hooch could start the game, there was a loud bang and every head in the stadium flicked towards the noise.

Draco looked over and saw that Ron and a bunch of other Gryffindor Seventh Year's were holding a Slytherin Quidditch shirt. It had burst into flames with a loud crack, and the smoke from its smoldering ashes floated into the sky above the Gryffindor benches where it hovered forming the words "Gryffs Rule!" He immediately knew where they had gotten the shirt. It had been his favorite, because he got to see Ginny Weasley in it with no bottoms on. His gaze flicked over to hers.

"Burning my clothes, are you?" he shouted over at her.

"Nothing you wouldn't resort to," Ginny answered. "Though, I would have liked to set you on fire. But, I can't have everything."

"Ginny, you do set me on fire," he said back, loud enough for both Quidditch teams to hear. Their collective gazes flew to her and Ginny's ears flamed red. Her anger exploded, but before she could think of something to say back, Madame Hooch blew her whistle and tossed the Quaffle.

The game was on, in more ways than one.

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The empty Gryffindor locker room was filled with so much thick steam that it was even hard to see the other shower heads. Having a locker room to herself gave Ginny some privileges, but it was still lonely when she knew her teammates were celebrating in the boys' locker room.

Ginny stood in the shower with her shoulder directly under the steaming water. It had hurt so much when she wrenched it during the game, but the goal that resulted was spectacular. Emlyn had been exceedingly peeved; Draco looked as though he could murder her. Ginny had never played a better game, and of course, Harry caught the Snitch and the Slytherins lost spectacularly.

She smiled to herself, reliving her favorite play of the game when she had kept Draco from getting the snitch too early before Gryffindor had a chance to beat them with goals first.

"You know, your dive in front of me to get me away from the snitch should have been a foul," Draco's voice sounded behind her and Ginny whirled around frantically searching for her towel and sight of him through the thick steam.

She wrapped the towel around herself just as he appeared.

"Hooch plays favorites," he growled.

"What are you doing in here? Get out now!" Ginny said, the panic in her voice was very tangible, but it only made Draco smirk. He liked that she was uncomfortable with him there. It meant she still felt something for him, at least.

Draco could barely concentrate on finding the snitch because he kept watching Ginny's impressive plays. It was as if she didn't even need her other two Chasers, and the Slytherin beaters were unbelievably slow sending Bludgers her way. He had already taken his wrath out on his team. Emlyn wasn't there to witness it, but she was the only one who had actually played the game. The rest acted like they had their brooms up their asses and couldn't fly straight.

The Gryffs had slaughtered them.

But he was so proud of Ginny, he thought he might burst.

Draco finally found her in the showers, and decided that she would never forgive him for busting in on her with no clothes, despite being sorely tempted. So, being the ever-gentlemen, he let her get her towel. But, now she was wrapped up in the fluffy white cloth, she was fair game.

Draco pinned her against the wall of the shower, not caring that the steamy water was running down his back and soaking through his clothes.

"I missed you," Draco whispered to her, studying her bright blue eyes and her spiky wet lashes.

"No, Malfoy. You can't have it one way one day, then another the next. You're driving me insane," Ginny said fiercely, trying to push against him. But her efforts only made Draco press closer to her, so she stopped her movements.

"It's only been one way, Weasley. I told you what I wanted," Draco leaned down closer to her, smirking.

"And I showed you what I wanted, and you left it alone for over four weeks. That is a pretty clear answer," Ginny retorted harshly. "Let me go."

"No," Draco said with finality. "I'm here to give you your answer. Besides, you know I'm not all for punctuality."

"You can't use that as an excuse. You can be late for a meeting and say that you aren't good with being on time, but not something like this. Four weeks was all I needed to stop caring that you existed," Ginny smiled brightly at him. Draco scowled.

"I can prove you don't mean that," he challenged.

"Fine, I'd like to see you try. And don't think you can just kiss me and…"

But her words were swallowed up by his lips over hers and all she could think about was how warm he felt through his clothes.

And how kissing him felt so right when she should be screaming in protest. She was only wearing a towel, for Merlin's sake.

She could feel his hand slide up her thigh, and she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. His lips left hers and trailed along her neck.

"I told you I could prove you wrong," Draco whispered against her skin sending delicious chills down her spine.

"This doesn't mean anything until you get me to say it," Ginny challenged him back. And Draco spent another ten minuets convincing her to tell him how she felt.

They were breathless, their foreheads pressed together. Ginny's arms were still wrapped around him.

"What were you going to say?" Draco teased her.

"That I don't not care about you," Ginny smiled up at him.

"Try again," he commanded. Ginny laughed.

"Fine. I might have a tiny crush on you," she admitted.

"Might? That hurts, especially when I definitely can't stop thinking about you."

"That's sweet," she smiled at him, brushing at a drop of water running down his cheek. She couldn't help but notice that even with his flushed face, he still looked haunted and pale.

"Malfoy's are not sweet. Pick a different word," Draco growled at her.

"How about 'cute?' she asked.

"Definitely not."

"Am I your girlfriend?" Ginny asked suddenly, and realizing what she said her eyes grew wide and panicked. Draco just laughed.

"Definitely not," he said.

"Oh, because I was just wondering," Ginny said, trying not to let the sharp disappointment she felt sound in her voice. Draco still noticed it.

"That's not what I meant, Weasley," he whispered to her, tracing his thumb down her cheek and jaw.

"It's okay, I mean I don't… it doesn't matter…" she stuttered, her eyes flicking downward with her discomfort.

"Ginny, Pansy was my girlfriend. Laurent was my girlfriend. Holly was my girlfriend. You're not going to be my girlfriend because you don't deserve that title."

"I assume you're going to keep explaining that statement, because don't even think I won't kick you in the nads for it," Ginny said harshly, her eyes flicking to his. Draco laughed.

"Well, give me a chance, will you?" he looked down at her, and for the first time he actually smiled at her. Ginny could decide what he was doing, since she had never seen him actually smile before, but the effect it had on her was devastating.

"Okay," she breathed.

"That's my girl," he whispered. "Now, where was I? Right, you'll never be my girlfriend because I don't respect that position. I knew Pansy and Laurent, and all the rest of them weren't going to be permanent, so they got the temporary title. You, Ginny, are not like them. You deserve something more meaningful, I think."

Draco knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Ginny that he loved her more than anything else in the world, but never in a million years would he ever be able to tell her that.

"What are you saying?" Ginny inhaled. She could hardly believe that Draco was actually telling her how he felt about her. He was her dream come true, even if he was standing in front of her pinning her to the wall soaking wet. His hair was pushed back from his face, his white school shirt clung to his arms and chest, and his grey eyes looked cloudy with emotion. Breathe, she reminded herself.

"I'm saying you are going to be the last girl for me, Ginny. You're it, the one I will never forget. And to me…I want to be with you forever, is all," he looked in her eyes, and mentally tried to convince her that he was telling the truth. But he never imagined the love he saw painted on her face.

"Seriously?" Ginny asked.

"Yes. I said I couldn't ever lie to you, you could always figure me out," Draco told her.

"Draco, this could never work…" Ginny said brokenly. He was a Slytherin, she was a Gryffindor. He came from Dark Magic, her family fought for Good. But Draco just smiled at her again. He had other thoughts.

"I don't care about him, Ginny. I don't care what you tell him. Tell him you found someone better, that's not a lie. But, I can't share you, not now, not ever. You obviously can't care for Scarhead that much when you kiss me like you do," Draco smirked at her, leaning down to kiss her again. But Ginny pushed him away. Hard.

"What do you mean 'share me'?" Ginny whispered.

"I want you, Ginny. For myself. You can't have me and Potter," Draco hissed at her, angry at her reluctance to end things with Harry.

"What does our relationship have to do with Harry?" Ginny asked him, confused. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she knew what he had been thinking.

"You've been dating Harry for the past two years, Ginny," Draco told her.

But Ginny was only silent, her eyes cast downward. After a few moments, she brushed angrily at her face and Draco knew she was crying.

"Ginny?"

"Don't touch me," she whispered at him. Draco's eyes widened. "How could I be so stupid? Of course Harry has everything to do with our relationship," she sneered at him. "So this is what you're plan was all along, wasn't it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco told her, his lofty gaze lingering on her.

"We've been friends for almost two years, Malfoy, and there is one thing you could never get past."

"And what is that?" Draco smirked, unsure of where she was going with her outburst.

"You hate Harry Potter," she said simply. Draco felt his stomach drop.

Ginny saw his reaction and it reaffirmed her beliefs: Draco wanted to humiliate Harry through her.

"It's not what you think, Ginny!" Draco tried to explain, but Ginny shoved him off.

"No, Malfoy. I think I have it all straight. I was the perfect little piece for your plan, wasn't I? Merlin, I was naive…" Ginny laughed bitterly. "I trusted you so much, and it was all a lie."

"No, it wasn't!"

"Do you deny it then! Did you make me think you wanted me to get back at Harry?" Ginny asked him, her blue eyes leveling on him. "ANSWER ME!" she shouted when he was silent.

"At first, yes…"

"You bastard," she hissed. Tears started streaming down her face and she angrily wiped them away. "After everything I've done for you! I was your friend when everyone said you were evil and deceitful. I trusted you! I put up with all the shit you threw at me, the shit my friends gave me for being nice to you. I forgave you when you yelled at me and even when you hurt my feelings!" she sobbed. "I bloody saved your life!"

"Ginny…" Draco reached out to touch her and she retreated, clutching her towel to her body as though her life depended on it.

"You made me fall in love with you, Draco," she whispered achingly. "I don't think I'll ever forgive you for this."

But Draco's mind had stopped.

"You love me?" Draco asked her. Ginny's mouth dropped open in shock.

She hadn't realized she had said that out loud. The look on Draco's face was unreadable, and mortification spread through her body. So Ginny did the only thing she could thing of.

"ROOOOON!" she screamed. Her voice echoed through the showers and locker room, but Draco's eyes just widened in challenge. He didn't leave. Ginny screamed for Ron again, and only when she heard him call for her through the door did she start to relax a bit. Tears still slid down her face unchecked, and unbelievable heartbreak ran through her body.

Draco had not moved, however, and Ginny could not get over the distinct look of pain and hurt that she saw masked in his eyes. Guilt poured through her, then hatred. He made me fall in love with him…

"MALFOY!" Ron bellowed as he pummeled in to find Ginny. Harry was right behind him and he went straight for Ginny, pulling off his robe and wrapping it tight around her.

"I was just leaving, Weasley. Keep your pantyhose on," Draco drawled. "Just thought I'd congratulate little Weasley here on a fantastic game," he said sarcastically. "You've got some skills I'd like to see more of," Draco said with a promise.

Ginny turned away into Harry's arm, unwilling to let him see her cry any longer. Draco had to restrain himself from beating the boy into a pulp. Instead, he turned and walked out of the locker room, fully aware he was walking away from the girl he loved.

Alright another chapter! Im so sorry it took me so long, I kind of had a bit of writers block even though I knew what I wanted to write. It was weird. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter! Only a few more to go! Draco and Ginny can't seem to get it right, eh? Keep me updated on your thoughts, and I hope I didnt lose too many of you with my super delay. Sorry again!

Hello to my favorite people: Alexandria J. Malfoy (sorry Draco's so scary! He's got some tough stuff to deal with now, Voldemort's even scarier!) Blackrougefillie (Thank you Jenny! I hope you liked this chapter too, and sorry again for the wait!) shalita (lol Emlyn is being dumb, I agree. I hope I answer all of your questions about Draco by then end of this though! Make sure if I dont, you tell me! I would feel bad if I mistakenly left something out!) Blue Werewolf Boy (Yea, I dont think there's any chance I'll finish! thanks for the review though, i hope you stick with me!) Kirrashi (Your comment about not leaving stuff out made me think, and I went back and reviewed everything . That's really important to me and I hope you like everything and don't think its too fast! And thank you SO MUCH for the amazing compliment!) Angelgrl185 (thanks for reviewing! I am flattered you added me to your favorites!) celestial-gal (well I hope you have a good school year! I cant wait to get back to school myself, totally nerdy, I know. lol) Shwenny (Thanks for the tip! I actually sat around for a long time trying to come up with the right word and couldnt! Hopefully I'll have the time to go back and change it! Hope you liked this chapter! ) Lyndsay (I emailed you like five times, and it kept coming back to me! Please dont think I forgot about you! I'll be happy to answer your questions , but I cant get my email to work. Any suggestions?) montequilladecacahuate (wow what a name! Thanks for the HUGE compliment! I work hard to make it seem real! I hope you like this chapter!) Mina-Nel (Thank you so much! I love hearing what you think! Draco's tough, so i thought ripping out stiches would be dramatic, even though it was necessary! Hope you keep reading! I hope youre surprised!) bandner09 (Im glad you found me over here! thanks for the double review! And Im glad you think Draco's close to character!) Scarlet blood (thanks for the wonderful review! I hope you keep reading!) katie (I hope you liked it!)

And thank you to everyone else who reads! You all make my day!

Can you believe! Only like two more days until HBP! Im sure I dont even have to say go out and read it! I will be! (hopefully an on-time post next week though!) Happy reading! I really want to know what you guys think of it too! And please please please stick with me! Im so sorry I didnt finish before HBP came out, but Jo's a faster writer than I am. lol only a few more chapters for Scars too!

And... as always: read, review and happy HBP reading! -xxx