--- Her eyes roamed his face and for a moment he believed she would answer him. A shadow forming over the brown orbs of hers she wrenched her arm free and yanked open the door, "No" she spat at him, " Just no…" ---

Chapter Four:

Ginny's stomach churned as she noticed the frustrated look on Draco's face. She knew exactly what he was worried about, he was worried about himself, how she now had the power to destroy his life and everything he had worked for the past few years.

"Bastard…he's just a bastard Ginny, just like the rest of them"

Ginny felt a tear roll down her cheek but she harshly wiped it away, the Malfoy Manor was not the place to exhibit your weaknesses. Was she taking this too far? Sure, she was angry, more than angry at her family, and…and especially at Harry, but what would she gain by doing this? It was nice, the attention she was getting, and some of the younger death eaters were quite attractive.

She heard the footsteps come up behind her.

"Have they given you the mark yet?" He drawled.

Ginny froze. She could feel him standing behind her, she could hear the patronizing tone. She decided to ignore him and keep walking, trying to disregard the fact she had no clue where she was going.

He ran to catch up with her, dodging around her small body and blocking her path.

She studied his face, and despite the seriousness of the situation her cheeks became flushed as she noticed how good looking he was. Ginny stepped forward attempting to ignore him but he blocked her path again and she fell right into him. She quickly pulled herself backwards and glared at him 'Get out of my way or I'll tell your father!'

And he laughed. He laughed!

"Tell my father Weasley? That's mature. So that confident seductress at the meeting was your evil and more mature counterpart?"

Ginny frowned.

"Get out of my way Malfoy! Your just iffy because it wasn't you I was seducing!" she bit back pushing him hard until she could squeeze past him.

She fought the impulse to turn around and look at him again, but before she could make a decision he called after.

"OH, by the way Harry says hi!"

Harry. Her boyfriend, the wonder boy of the light side, the one who could us to victory. Ginny sat down on a cold bench and corrected herself,

Not us, them. You're not one of them anymore.

But she was never one of them. She would sit in the corners and even if she thought of an idea, or wanted to say something she couldn't because nobody would take her seriously. Nobody except Remus Lupin, but then again, he would take Doughnut Dan seriously. And Harry…her boyfriend? PAH! More like some random who slept in the same bed as she did…occasionally. It was obvious to her, and the whole world that Harry was in love with Hermione Granger, and that she returned the feelings. No, she was not jumping to conclusions; they tend to be confirmed when you walk in on them together.

Ginny placed her head in her hands, the manor had none of the warmth of Hogwarts, The Burrow, or even the order headquarters. Ginny wasn't a stupid girl, she knew she was nothing more that a 'stunt' for the death eaters, something to rub in the face of the light side. She knew she wasn't powerful enough to matter physically, or that she was brainy enough to make a difference. She knew more than anything she was just an amusement to Lucius Malfoy. So why did she submit to them?

Slapping the wall angrily Ginny rose and strutted down the corridor to find her room. She had a lot of thinking to do that night.

Draco watched her sit on the seat and as she hit the wall and stormed off he couldn't help but smirk to himself, so he had got to her.

You only got to her through mentioning Potter…

Draco glared at the wall and told his subconscious to shut up.

"Was the Weasley impressed with the estate son?"

Lucius Malfoy wasn't the most intelligent man, or the fastest, but he was exceptionally talented at sneaking up on people.

"SHIT" Draco bellowed, and quickly clapped his hand over his mouth.

Lucius smirked at him. "Not as calm and collected as you'd like to be Draco?"

Draco closed his eyes to calm himself before he faced his father. "You just caught me unaware"

"Daydreaming more like it." Lucius drawled, raising an eyebrow. "Was that the girl I saw running off in a huff? What did you say to her son?" he continued, a small amount of amusement playing on his lips.

Draco mentally rolled his eyes at this, no matter what Draco did he would always be considered the 'perfect' Malfoy by his father.

"Mhmm…I think the pressure might be getting to her" Draco answered slowly, unsure of exactly what to divulge to his father.

"I suspected as much, she didn't seem her usual slutty self at the meeting. I must say Mr. Zabini certainly seemed disappointed."

"We all know Zabini is attracted to anything shiny" Draco drawled, refusing his father to see his annoyance at Blaise.

Lucius laughed shortly. "Indeed. The Zabini's have always been obsessed with treasure"

Draco caught his father's eye and for a moment felt sick, he saw himself reflected in his father.

"If you could call the Weasley a treasure"

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"I thought I might find you here" Draco drawled as he caught Weasley sitting in the library, a large ancient looking book in her lap.

Ginny had briefly looked up at him when he entered, but now as she glared at him he got a better look at her face. She had been crying.

Draco sat down beside her, gently prying to book from her grasp and placing it on the table.

"You're being petty Weasley, childish even." Draco said slowly, making sure he had her attention. As she lifted her head to reply he continued, cutting her off. "You come here for attention and that is all you seek. You do not agree with our beliefs, they disgust you; I can see it in your eyes. You fidget when someone mentions 'mudbloods', and you hesitate when agreeing. I admit it Weasley you fooled me, at one stage I thought you really were this cold, seductive creature and now I see it is all a façade, you are nothing but a hurt little girl"

Draco watched her face carefully for a reaction, to be honest he didn't know what to expect.

"You know nothing of me, Malfoy" she replied, a cold glint in her eyes.

Draco laughed. "You're right, perhaps. What I remember of you though strongly contradicts who you are now. You were just the girl in the corner, Potter's plaything, someone to amu…"

"STOP IT" she screamed, her hair flying wildly over her face.

Draco was slightly taken aback, but seeing she was not going to hit him he edged closer to her. "Just someone to amuse them…" he continued, "…and it hurt you didn't it?"

"Stop it" Ginny demanded again, this time in a small voice. She noticed how close they were sitting together, staring at his leg touching hers before shooting up from her seat. "And how dare you mock my character Malfoy? How DARE you insinuate that I am two faced? You are the bigger deceiver of the lot, at least I don't try to hide."

Draco stood up as well. Her words had effect him but he wouldn't show her.

"No Weasley, you don't hide, you run." He sneered, tightly clasping her wrist. "…And where has that got you? To a house full of people so different from you it will kill you in the end. At least I am fighting for what I believe in, you are fighting against it to try and satisfy your selfish immature needs"

Ginny looked at him, and it wasn't the first time he felt unsure around her. She smiled broadly and he knew he had lost her. She clasped him lightly on the shoulder and leant into his ear. He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this but as her hair fell against his face he felt his breath shorten.

"Next time Draco I'll make sure to pay more attention to you. We wouldn't want you sulking like this again now would we?"

A/N – Thankyou to reviewers. I love you all!