A/N Hello again! It's time for chapter seven and congratulations to those who have gotten this far. I promise in time everything will start to make sense. I also know the story is fairly old, it's been awhile since I have been inspired but I do believe I am doing a great job. More reviews would be appreciated as well.

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Draco's Slave Dancer

Chapter 8: Could Things Get Anymore Confusing?

It was that night that Draco realized he had gone too far. It was too soon for that type of behavior. Frustrating as he realized the amount of time the even could possibly throw him back.

"Four months, at the least," he realized, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The silvery blonde hair of the Slytherin sex god gleamed back at him. His muscles taught underneath his pale skin, and his eyes shifting from a dark blue to silver in a blink of an eye.

"Damn am I good looking," Draco thought aloud as he smirked at his face before him, smirking right back in the mirror. His mind begin to work quickly, as an idea, fast as lighting appeared in his mind, the biggest question is how to put the said plan into action.

A Few Days Later…………….

Ginny was caught up in the reading of her cousin's diary. Each entry teaching her much about her cousin's past. It was year by year, explaining why the normally small journal, would not be the right size to hold each and every memory and word, written within it's aged pages.

"I never knew just how much Cassidy and I had in common," Ginny realized as she reached one particular entry that seemed to catch her eye.

Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

January 3,

Today I can't seem to escape the memory that haunts my mind. I dream, eat, and think about it every minute of every day. It's thoroughly infuriating. That stupid Orion appears to be every where I am. He never leaves me be. Whether it comes to the fact that my parents assisted in the war and calling us blood traitors for helping the muggles free, or the fact that I speak fluent French with a weird accent. I really can't help the way I speak, I summered in America after al, I can't help it that I pick up accents and they take awhile to fade.. He makes fourth year even more difficult that it needs to be, and to be quite frank, I'm ready to beat the pulp from him. His dark eyes are hypnotizing, his slightly curly hair, and chiseled features, how much a shame it would be to destroy the said beauty. I am not lying in saying that he is handsome, but his personality makes him the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my life. I told him so too!

It was then that Ginny felt the familiar pulling sensation take over her frame:

Inside of what she now recongnized to be the grand hall, she watched her cousin be approached by a young man, as handsome as her cousin described.

Tall, tan complexion, a hint of facial hair, curly shoulder length hair, and smoking brown eyes, he stalked up to her cousin like a jungle cat. He stopped dead in front of her, as he spoke the cruel words to her, in a strong British accent.

"You are uglier than my house elves at home. They should be glad that their kind has one to look at and try not to be like." He spoke, an all familiar expression coming to his eyes, dry, angry, and jealous.

Her cousin by this time Ginny guessed was used to his taunting. She stood up, her hair now past her shoulders, a curvy body taking shape, as she looked him straight in the eye, and without warning brought her hand up to meet his face in a sharp and harsh noise of skin on skin.

"If you think I am ugly you are quite wrong. Though your house elves are enslaved forever, they can never tell you the truth. Handsome as you may be your heart is dark, cold, and dead, and that makes you the evilest, ugliest, and least deserving piece of filth that has ever stood in front of me. You are going to die old, alone, and she got closer whispering into his ear, "lusting and wanting what you can never have." Cassidy spoke, before glaring into his dark eyes, turning her heel and walking away in a huff, leaving the confused and very angry boy in her wake.

"Watch where you are going pureblood filth," Draco yelled as he knocked young Ginevra out of the memory.

"If any one should be watching where they are going you should fat arse!" Ginny glared as she yelled at him, noticing that no one was in the hall.

She hated him with a passion, him and that hair, those eyes, and that body. Her scars had still not healed, and her back still ached from time to time, especially after playing Quidditch. Her brown eyes chocolate, dark, taunting, daring him to say anything else to her.

The fire roared as the red head stood in front of him. "She's grown a spine has she?" Draco thought as he analyzed the girl he was looking at. "All the more worth the work to destroy her from the inside out," he finished as he glared at the girl, and walked forward, shoving her back into the ground, her back scratching the harsh stone floor.

"Fucking bastard," Ginny growled after him, as she picked up herself and the diary, relieved to see the stone of the necklace she was wearing, the cool blue it normally was.

Things continued as such, until said time the plan began to take shape.