A/N: Hello my lovely readers. Thank-you for the positive comments in your reviews, they really make me happy. I might write more than usual now. I really hope you like it.

"Ginevra Weasly." He addressed her again. "You have grown."

"Most people do when they age six years." She said distantly.

"Still as impudent as always I see." He said with a chuckle. "I hope you know that I would tolerate this behavior from no other." He seemed vaguely amused at her attempt to appear dignified and uncaring.

"We have a bit of an extenuating circumstance on our relationship, don't we." She said while looking directly into his eyes. It wasn't a question, just another cold and distant comment.

"Are you really this cold with all of your old friends, Ginevra?" He said with a smirk.

"We were hardly friends… Riddle." She spat out daringly. He looked a little angry now. Stupid, stupid move! She still held her ground.

"You are the only one, Ginevra, who I would allow to call me such a disgusting name."

"It's your name." She said, regaining her nerve. He drew his wand and she had to fight with herself to keep from trying to run. Before she gave in to the feeling he turned the wand on himself. Suddenly, the tall evil man standing in front of her was replaced by the figure of his seventeen year-old self. He looked innocent enough, except for his eyes, which showed his evil and always had.

She almost sighed with relief when he put his wand away, but she contained herself. He began walking towards her with his school robes swishing. He had a head boy pin on his chest and he polished it mockingly with his sleeve. For the first time she looked at the sorting hat on his head. The hat's mouth was sewn shut and it looked, for all intensive purposes, dead.

"What did you do to it?" She asked in mild alarm.

"What?" He asked back, genuinely perplexed.

"The sorting hat!"

He chuckled. "It should have told the mudbloods to go home, not sorted them into the three bastard houses." He paused. "You should have been a Slytherin, Ginevra." He said while tutting.

"That hat said otherwise." She said boldly.

"You are brave to talk to me like this, Ginevra. I would have killed anyone else by now."

"And why am I so special?"

"We have a history, and I have great plans for you little girl." Considering his body only appeared to be a year older than hers this statement was more than a little funny for Ginny to hear.

"I'm not little anymore, Riddle."

"I know." She had aged so much and was probably more mature than a lot of people much older than herself because of her experience with him six long years ago.

"What plans?"

"You're not old enough yet, Ginevra." He told her. "And hardly strong enough." He wouldn't go into specifics and she knew better than to press the matter further. "Anyway," he said lightly, "I wanted you to be the first to see me in my new form. This is how my life should have been when I was seventeen, and that's how I'm going to live. Like I'm seventeen."

"I'm very happy for you." She said sarcastically. "Living out your life's dream like this."

He chuckled softly. "So bold." He said describing her. "You have a spirit as fiery as your hair, Ginevra. I hope it doesn't get you into too much trouble." He began walking towards the door. "I'll see you soon." She didn't say anything and he left without another word.

She waited a minute, standing perfectly still and holding her breath in apprehension. He didn't come back in and Blaise seemed to be gone. She exhaled deeply and almost sunk into the chair that Voldemort had just been sitting in when it dawned on her that she was in the room all alone.

She ran to the door to try to open it. The old brass handle wouldn't turn. She tried pushing against it and even ran into it a few times, but it wouldn't give. She then ran to

Blaise's night table and tried to pull the drawer open, but it wouldn't budge. She tried every drawer and door in the room but none of the drawers would open and the only door that would was the one to the bathroom.

She eventually sat in the chair and waited for Blaise to come back, which he did in very short period of time. He looked very proud of himself as she flung open the door and sauntered over the threshold. "Guess who was just got a promotion in the world of Death Eaters?" Blaise asked smugly.

"I don't know. Could it be you?" She asked wryly and sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact, it is!" He said happily, completely ignoring her sarcasm.

"That's great, Zabini!" She said with a big fake smile. "Can I have my clothes back now?"

"No." He answered shortly. "But you can have this." He pulled out his wand and sent a spell hurling at her. She threw herself out of the chair and flat onto the floor. "Hold still." He told her.

The next spell hit her and she was suddenly wearing a strapless green dress with a skirt that fanned out stylishly. She had black heels and a little black purse also. Her hair was up in a fancy twist. "What the…" She started to say as she got up off the floor.

"The Dark Lord has requested our presence at dinner, Weasley." He explained. "We thought you should look nice."

A/N: I don't know if that was long enough or if enough happened to make it it's own chapter. Don't worry, so far this is just the tip of the ice-burg for my story and Draco will be a major character. He will make his appearance soon. Probably not in the next chapter but almost definitely in the one after that. Oh, and don't worry all the questions will be answered eventually. The next chapter will be up before Wednesday. Please review!