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AN: Sorry for the delay here ya go a brand spankin new chappie! I'm not sure how I like this chapter but tell me what u think your reviews give me drive to write.

Dria Halliwell lay on a huge four-poster bed, she was only covered by a black satin sheet her head resting on black satin pillows. She was breathing heavy and there were beads of sweat on her bare skin. Draco Malfoy rolled on top of her his signature grin on his face. His hair was messed up and he to was sweating.

"Oh my god." She breathed

"You can call me Draco." Laughing she pushed him off her and moved to the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on, getting up he strode over found the pants among the clothes strewn about the room. Reaching in to the pockets pulled out his black razor mobile turning it on. It rang the voicemail indicator. It was a message from Finny Brinks his old school mate. They'd been inseparable as schoolboys all the way through university.

"Draco, it's been to long, Lunch at the De Cameron, tomorrow 12:30 we need to talk." Draco was not concerned but it was sudden of his old friend.

Ginny Weasley sat in a dark, dank smelly, old, tavern is what quite possibly was the most dark and creepiest part of London. She sat in a dark plum leather booth her arms crossed to try and conceal the fact her hands were shaking. Ginny had fully embraced new fashion trend of 'Goth chic'. She was wearing a sleeveless frilly chiffon shirt with shiny black buttons all the up to the high turtle neckline. At least 5 necklaces glittered with all types of black jewels. Under her shirt she was wearing a black La Perla lacey bra. Her black pleated layers chiffon skirt ran to two inches above her knee. Black stocking ran in to her old Victorian style button up ankle boots with a 4-inch stiletto heel. A thick black satin ribbon was tied as a headband. Her lips were a dark red her skin was paler then usual with a slight shimmer, her lids were dark with a black shadow. A small black-jeweled black clutch sat by her hip.

The door opened, a cool night breeze caught Ginny's attention, and she saw 6 tall broad men in black and green suits and sunglasses they walked in a formation

Towards her booth; one in front one in the back and two on the left and right. As they got closer to her booth the men started to disperse to tables and booths surrounding her own leaving a very handsome young man. She knew the face all to well. Dark eyes that almost looked red, pale skin, high cheekbones, shiny black hair that was side parted he had a sinister grin across his handsome face. Tough he wasn't as tall as his bodyguards he wasn't short he stood at least 5'10 with a lean build. She knew this man very well, he was her first, everything. Her fist kiss, her first tragedy, her first love, she gave him everything. Tom Marvolo Riddle he would go down in the history books as the most evil, wicked and malign men in England's History. He was the leader of the English mob the 'death eaters'. But to Ginny he was charming, clever and fascinating.

He'd spent the last few years in hiding in Eastern Europe. Those years had been the most empty of Ginny's life so far. No contact but she knew, she could feel his love for her. She knew not if he was alive or dead, but she knew, she knew he was alive.

"Hello Ginevra." Came his smooth voice he whipped out s black cigarette with a black Zippo lighter and lit it. His dark eyes came back up to hers his intense gaze boring in to her. " I missed you."

She let out a sarcastic laugh "You wouldn't have missed me if you'd let me go with you!" Her eyes were a blaze with pent up fury. Tom sat down across from her in the booth.

"You know very well why I couldn't take you with me Ginevra. That's in the past I'm here now." He pulled at his collar and Ginny just realized he was dressed in full priest attire, the full black ensemble with a white collar around his neck. Her jaw fell her mind was reeling trying to find a logical reason for his peculiar choice of clothing.

"Bless me father for I have sinned!"

"You like?"

"It's amusing." She examined it more closely and saw what made it even more ironic; he had a black leather gun holster strapped on to his side under his right arm. Tom flicked his cigarette on to the floor and stood his hands still planted on the table. He stared in to Ginny's eyes. She stood up and rooted herself in front of the table never breaking her gaze with Tom. He moved to stand in front of her lifting her up by her thighs on to the table kissing her fiercely. Ginny gave in he climbed on top of her as they continued to kiss passionately.

2 weeks after Riddles return London police were still unaware of England's most wanted criminal return to the country. Ginny had planned a welcome back party for him at the 6 club. Unlike most parties hosted by Ginny there was to be no paparazzi only Toms allies, followers were to enter the club. She had even come up with a theme Black ball no one gets in unless they are in all black. It was only a matter of time till his terror would once again throw England back in to fear.

Far, far away in the Caribbean Hermione had gone another day eating nothing more then toast, some soup and 3 cans of diet cola. She was growing thinner and paler and her hair had lost its healthy sheen. Across the Atlantic Harry stay locked up in the east wing on Buckingham palace. He shut himself away mostly in his room only to venture out to check on the search reports. Dark circles began to show up under his eyes. The load on his shoulders would grow 10 fold when the news would break Riddle was back.

AN: Sorry if you're disappointed