A/N: I hope for more reviews. But oh well. I know I messed up Ginny's real name, sorry. I will revise...sometime.

Ginny was making her way to her first class enjoying the attention she was receiving. She could barely make it two steps without someone asking her about the scene at breakfast. She just smiled and continued on. It was like being a celebrity or something. "God and all I had to do were kiss some boy." Granted that Ginny publicly kissing people isn't the norm but the boy she kissed really made it hot news. The rest of her day wasn't much different from the beginning. Ginny was hoping to talk to Draco about the whole fiasco. "Oh well! He made me wonder; now it's his turn." Ginny made it to the common room late that night because she was busy serving detention for being late to, not one, but all her classes.

When she finally made it to the portrait the Fat Lady scolded her, "young girls shouldn't go around kissing any boy that feel like." Ginny told her to shut up and open the door. The common room was surprisingly quiet. She had thought there would be more people asking her about that morning. There were, however, some people in the room. Ron was standing with his arms folded across his chest looking quite pissed, Hermione was sitting on the couch her back to Ginny (like always, Ginny thought) and Harry was leaning on the desk across from Ron, he too wasn't displaying the happiest of expressions.

"Hello all." Ginny stood in the middle of the room knowing that she wouldn't get any further than that.

"Ginny, I am not in the mood for playing around. Please explain to us all why you kissed Malfoy." Ron more like demanded that asked.

Ginny knew that she could easily get out of this by putting the blame on Hermione but being the bigger person she accepted her consequences. "I accept full blame for the kiss. I am very tired so I'm going to bed. Good night!" Ginny walked over to the stairs. Harry's arm reached out and gently grabbed Ginny's shoulder.

"Ginny what's wrong?" Harry said in what could be an actually concerned voice.

Ginny looked at Harry's arm to her shoulder then back at his face. "Nothings wrong. For me, everything is fine. Maybe things are wrong for you, maybe you don't like other people noticing me, maybe you don't fancy the fact that I have my own life outside of you, or maybe it's that I have my own secrets, my own stories. You should get used to being left out Harry, I know I did." Ginny walked on and Harry's arm fell down to his side. The room was silent.

Draco never did see Ginny that day but he had to go home for the weekend. His house was about as cold and as empty as ever. The reason why he was even here was still very much unknown to him. He did notice that there was no house elves running around, nothing being clean, nothing being cooked. His house was at a complete standstill. After avoiding his father for a good two hours he was found.

"Draco! Get in here!" His father called out.

"Coming," Draco said in a dejected voice. He reached his father's study. The books had seemed to get even dustier if possible and the natural light was blocked out by heavy curtains. The only source of light came from a lamp in the middle of the room.

"How is school?"

"School is going well." Draco stood at the entrance his father was sitting in a crimson chair that had seen better days.

"Good." A long pause followed his father's half hearted comment. "I'm leaving on a special assignment tonight. I just thought I'd tell you in person."

"For how long?"

"Who knows? This house will be your responsibility and I fully expect to see it in tip top condition. The house elves will be here while you're at school during the week but I should hope you come home for most weekends." His father hadn't made eye contact with him.

"Where will you be?"

"You know I can't tell you that."

"I know, I know," Draco said in a low voice.

"Well, it's about time for me to go." His father rose from his chair and gathered a few of the books into his cloth satchel. He put on his gloves and jacket painfully slow and Draco just stood in the doorway. His father walked right passed him and shouted back once he was down the stairs: "Don't forget to visit your mother!"

"I won't."

Draco had almost forgotten how large his house was. The empty rooms reverberated his steps on the cold wooden floors. He paced back and forth throughout the house looking into every room, missing his mother's influence on it. Nothing in his house even hinted at the fact she was once there. All of her pictures and paintings were taken down soon replaced by a tapestry or just left blank.

Draco decided to occupy his time at his house by reading and finishing his homework. Eventually he became tired and dumbly walked to his room. He never slept in any other room in the house besides his own. As soon as his body hit the bed he was asleep. However tonight he would receive no sleep. Intense dreams occupied his mind. They varied from long to short, sweet to sad, terrific to terrifying. The dream he most remembered was only really half remembered considering he only knew the ending. He was knocked off his broom and was falling from the sky. He hit the bed and woke up breathing heavy and sweating profusely. Draco immediately rose from bed and went to bathroom. He turned the faucets as cold as they would go and jumped into the shower. If he had opened his eyes he sure that he would see sharp, tiny shards of ice pelting his body leaving behind only a red reminder.

He knew this weekend was only getting longer.

A/N: please review, I would really appreciate it.