As Ginny glanced over at the Slytherin table for the third time that morning, Hermione followed her gaze and laughed.

"You like him don't you?" she said.

"Oh sure, I absolutely love him." Ginny said sarcastically. "No, I'm just wondering about him; what it would be like to be in his position? Do you really think he meant it when he tried to kiss me on the train?"

"With Malfoy, you never know, but be careful. It might be for real but I don't want to know what his reasons are if he's not." Hermione said with a shudder.

Draco felt her eyes on him all through breakfast. What did that mean, he wondered? Was she interested in him, or was she just watching her back? He tried to tell himself it didn't matter, but his heart was fighting his mind. So, he would have to try it again.

He pulled a scrap of parchment and his quill from his pocket and scribbled a note. Draco whispered a spell, and heard a gasp from the Gryffindor table.

Ginny picked up the note that had just appeared on her plate, and began to unfold it. Hermione leaned over Ginny's shoulder to read it, but Ginny shielded the note so Hermione couldn't see.

Good girl, Draco thought. When she finished reading it, Ginny turned and looked around for the sender of the note, but he was already turned back around, grinning into his plate.

Meet me outside the trophy room at 11pm tonight.

Signed,

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yes, I would, Ginny thought. She debated on whether or not to go, but in the end decided that she would bring her wand and stay on guard the whole time, just in case.

She sat through all her classes, paying little attention and she could barely sit still.

After her last class, she went back to the common room and paced nervously, finally racing out the portrait hole at eleven. She snuck down the corridors to the trophy room, wand concealed carefully beneath her robes.

She was standing there, wondering if she had been tricked, when a cold hand grabbed hers. An arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled close to the unseen body behind her.

A voice whispered in her ear, "Hello Ginny, I'm very glad you came." The voice sent shivers up her spine. It was frightening, yet calm, and made her want to forget everything else. There was also something familiar about it; something that made her tense and alert.

"Who are you?" she asked fearfully.

"Well," the voice spoke, laughing "I think you enjoyed my company so much on the train you just had to see me again."

"Draco?" Ginny gasped. She was then spun around to face those deep grey eyes that changed slowly from a piercing, stormy grey to a soft one.

For what seemed like forever they just stared at each other, reading the pain hidden in the two eyes that hid emotion so well. Then a third voice interrupted their meeting.

"Draco, I decided to drop in and visit you. It seems you have given me the perfect opportunity to test you. I'm sure that your Malfoy blood will make this an easy task."

They both spun around to see Lucius Malfoy grinning in the shadows. "Bring the girl here," he said, and Draco dragged Ginny foreword. "The Weasley girl? Interesting choice, a pity she's a pureblood, but she'll do."

"For what?" Draco asked.

"Why, your first task as a Death Eater, of course," He replied simply. "A Death Eater must know how to kill."

Ginny looked at Draco. His face showed a wave of excitement that confused her. Then she realized Draco didn't want to be a Death Eater, but the power of taking another life appealed to him. She supposed that it was a thing he got from his father; that hunger for power was one reason witches and wizards joined Voldemort.

"Do you have your wand?" Lucius asked, and Draco pulled his wand from his pocket. He was filled with a nervous, wanting-to-please energy. He wanted to impress his father, so he turned to Ginny with a stony expression on his face and shouted the incantation.

"Avada Kedavra!" he cried, and Ginny crumpled to the floor. He did not have enough power to kill instantaneously like the curse was meant to, and Ginny looked up at him, her face full of pain. Draco looked at her and fell to her side, grasping her hand.

"I hate you." she whispered.

"I love you too, Ginny." Draco replied sadly as the last light faded from Ginny's eyes. He stood up, hiding the sorrow in his face.

"Well done, Draco. Now hurry back to your bed before some one arrives to see what the noise was," Lucius said, and with a swish of his cloak he disappeared down the corridor to escape Hogwarts.

Draco rushed back to his dormitory, feeling numb inside. He had been deceived. The power of death was not a power he wanted, but it was too late now. He wished he could rid himself of the pain but his sorrow was too great to raise his wand again, even to his own heart. So he moved on, every day passing by unnoticed until finally he was allowed the relief that death brought when Mr. Weasley found out Draco had killed his daughter.