(A/N - I am so sorry this took forever, this is one of the shortest chapters, and it really isn't completed at all, I wanted to add more to really have you understand the character actions and see some of the results, but I knew if I didn't upload what I had like now, I would never finish it, so in the next chapter you will see more of that. Oh and once again thank you all so much for being such loyal reviewers!)

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Draco crumpled the paper in his hand, the thick paper molded easily but left sharp jagged edges. Draco had tried to evade from his father ever since he had been caught and sent to Azkaban. He didn't want to be associated with something as weak and futile. But he could not deny to himself the interest, as well as disgust, that he had found with this offer. With this one small donation on his part he could raise easily to the upper rank of the death eaters. But disgust raised through his body at the thought of giving up a child as easily as handing out gum. Throughout the whole twist of thoughts in his mind Ginny's green eyes haunted him, constantly pleading with him to do the right thing. As soon as the eyes began to taunt him again Draco swiftly banged his fists against the wall, and let his head rest against the wall with a soft thump.

Down in the Common Room Draco sat in front of the blazing fire, the room was deserted. Finally he calmed himself down, allow his fingers to slowly relax and reveal the crumpled wad of parchment, he chucked it into the fire, it quickly smoldered and disappeared into a wisp of smoke. I owe her nothing, Draco thought to himself, we never even had a relationship, just a shag that is hazy in both of our memories. And they are as much my children as hers, this is the way it has to be. Why should I trust her? She has never been there for me when I have needed someone, but my family, the dark lord, they will always be there for me.

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Ginny sat on her bed trying to concentrate on the books that lay in front of her, but as she started blankly ahead of her, she timidly tapped her finger on her leg. For the past three days she had received no post from Draco. She hated that her mind seemed to be so focused on him, all her thoughts immediately lingered back to him. She hated that she drew so much attention to him. It wasn't just the scarcity of the owls which had now become a norm, but it was how he had begun distancing himself. Ginny had spent last night wallowing in self pity over this. She knew she shouldn't of, she shouldn't let a boy cave her in, she couldn't understand how she had let him get under her skin, but she had, she had let her guard down.

She now knew, obvious as it should have been before, he had never wanted to be a part of this family. He had never wanted anything to do with her, he had just wanted the satisfaction of knowing he could easily destroy the Weasley's. But she wasn't about to let herself submerge to that, she wouldn't let him destroy her. But then she remember how everything, all his intentions seemed so real. She couldn't, no matter what, allow herself to believe that everything he had shown her was fake. Hadn't he risked a lot? Coming with her to Diagon Alley, and going with her to a Healer's appointment? She shuddered away all of her thoughts, quickly turning back to her books, this time forcing her to divulge in her History of Magic homework.

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Draco splashed cold water against his pale face, he knew he needed to get a grip of himself. He had to do this right, he had to make sure, that even though he had been distant for the last few days that he could easily gain back her trust. He needed that trust or else he could never accomplish his work, it was essential for his revival through the ranks of the Dark lord. Quickly he blotted at his face with a rather rough towel, and stared at himself in the mirror.

A head darted into his gaze in the mirror and he almost shuddered, but quickly controlled his shock, and without turning backwards he drawled, "What do you want Zabini?"

The dark-skinned boy abruptly replied back, "What is with you and that Weaselette? You were going at her for a couple months, that has to be some kind of record, no doubt you were getting some."

Draco could feel his temper rising, he hated the way he had phrased it 'getting some', it was so condescending, so... Draco couldn't place another word to describe it. "Shove off," he hated having this boy medal in his affairs, "It's not like you to ignore the rumors, and I don't expect you have."

Blaise's eyes turned very dangerous, and he said, his voice rather gruff, "Draco, I know what the Dark Lord wants you to do, and you better do it, because it won't only be his wrath you will have to deal with if you don't."

Draco could feel himself tighten and become rigid, even if he had considered Blaise some type of friend, at this moment it was about the last thing he would say he was. "The Dark Lord and my plans are none of your business, I really refuse to see how you know them, not like you were ever important enough to know." A smirk graced over his face, and he added, "And don't worry Blaise, I am not afraid of you." He was through with this, he quickly gathered up his belongings and exited the bathroom. He was actually surprised it had taken Blaise this long to threaten him, he was surprised not more had come up to him, actually. But he had made himself pretty distant from everyone, including Crabbe and Goyle.

Back up in the dormitory he quickly placed his supplies aside and shrugged into his school clothes, and with a quick comb through his hair he exited. When he had entered the dorm earlier the common room had been rather vacant but now, in the matter of a couple minutes it was full, with the buzz of early morning and absent-mind chatter. As he made his way down the stairs that led to his dormitory, he noticed that his every move was followed by the gaze of Blaise and three girls that were surrounding him. He no less had probably told them everything that had happened this morning. But Draco, for once found he really didn't care, he didn't care what Blaise or the house thought, people just got in his way, and he needed them out of the way while he worked on his plan to get what he needed. He quickly veered towards the exit, and made his way through the corridors until he got out of the dungeons, he felt almost a sort of relief.

Making his way to the Great Hall, he saw a redhead swing in to view, no doubt Ginny. Draco quickened his pace and called out, "Ginny wait up," As she turned around an expression of shock crossed her face but she quickly muffled it. Her eyes stared blankly at him while she waited. Her knew he had to make it up to her, find a way to make her trust him, so he did what every guy would want a girl to do. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, leaning her against the wall, and enveloped her in a deep kiss. Her lips were warm and openly submerged into the kiss but quickly broke away without warning. Draco looked up and met a look of pure loathing, her eyes burned into his and he immediately regretted his actions, not enough to want to take them away though.

"What do you think after ignoring me for three days you can just come up to me and kiss me and everything should be all better?" She shrieked, her voice getting higher with each word, "Well no, that's not how it works. I know you don't want in, so don't even pretend, I don't want this crap from you so just.. let me go." At the last part of her rant she broke off, and her face grew grave, but before Draco could do a thing she pushed him off her and ran down the hall.

He stood there staring after her, probably looking like an idiot he figured, but he was shocked, even if he had expected her to possibly blow up on him, he hadn't expected this.

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Ginny had quickly returned to the girl's dormitory, rushing through the Common Room before anyone would ask her any questions. To Ginny's relief the dorm was bare, everyone had already left for breakfast. Ginny quickly wiped her eyes, she hated crying, that was all she had been doing lately, it seemed every day brought some new traumatic event, and she hated being the center of it. She hated how every little thing she did blew up in her face.

Her mind kept sinking back to the look of shock on his face, she kept thinking, that maybe he really wanted to be a part of her family. She shook her head, stop being so optimistic Ginny, you are just making a fool of yourself she scolded herself. It was not only Draco that had been lingering over her thoughts, but classes. She knew if she missed anymore she would soon have to meet the Dumbledore to discuss this, and she really didn't feel up to it. She had 4 more days until Christmas break set in, but they felt so long. Ginny knew the rumors would only get wilder after Christmas break when she didn't return and Ron was forced to face the heat. Ginny gathered her book once more, her mind was set, she wasn't going to let this interfere, she wasn't going to let Draco destroy everything she had worked for.

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Draco sat in potions class, staring intently at his hands, Snape had been scribbling on the blackboard for the past 10 minutes and Draco hadn't even inclined his head upwards. He hadn't the slightest idea what they were even discussing, much less if Snape was still writing on the white board. He had been mentally slapping himself for his reaction to Ginny. He should of know she would of reacted that way, it should of come as a shock to him, she was a Weasley after all, he thought to himself.

But he had quickly stopped himself, he needed not to waver from his current position, he had to find a way to get back to her, to make her believe that he wanted to be there for her. But the difficulty of his issue made him procrastinate the planning. He had never been one to be open. He wasn't exactly sure how it worked... he shook his head, even in his head that sentence sounded stupid, no way Ginny would buy it.

People began to stir, and Draco snapped back to reality, many were gathering around their cauldrons and beginning to cut up and pour in various ingredients. He quickly glanced at the blackboard, it had been swiped clean, Damn. He looked over to Crabbe and Goyle, who sat two tables over, they had been distancing themselves along with everyone else lately, they looked as clueless as Draco, but they were daily.

(A/N So yes I will try to make the next chapter a lot longer and really let you understand more about the situation that is being created.)