I got out of the hospital wing three days later with strict instructions to apply a disgusting looking ointment to my scar, which inhabited the back of my neck, 2 times a day; I swiftly tossed the ointment in the closest trash receptacle directly after leaving the infirmary.

I had class now, I supposed that the ever gracious Professor Snape would understand my absence due to my recent little mishap in the astronomy tower… and if he didn't, then I'd let him loose sleep over it, cause I certainly wasn't going to.

I headed towards the library; I was going to research the possession of humans. Hopefully I would find some explanation, or reasoning to the fact that Draco Malfoy's soul and spirit could temporarily be overtaken by my love.

I reached my destination and strode towards Madame Pince's desk. Madame Pince was terrified of me, for one the attacks was just outside of the library and she had seen me leaving the 'scene of the crime' with blood covered hands. I asked for the key to the restricted section and she timidly handed it to me with a trembling hand, she was too afraid to refuse me access.

I made my way into that section of the library and searched for any books on possession. I came up with, The Mind and The Hunter, that was rendered useless.

Also there was, Symptoms, Affects, and Evasion of Possession, that confirmed the fact that Malfoy was indeed possessed the night he was in my room. It said that the victim of possession will appear disoriented and frightened after the purpose of the possession was fulfilled, that also told me that Tom wanted to read my diary, hmm…

The last book I came up with was, Communicating with Spirits, Or Lack There Of. All that told me was that it was possible that previously existing but fully deceased spirits can still possess or communicate with beings that have some sort of relation to them, Malfoy's father was a death-eater and part of the "family" of death-eaters thus the relation to Draco.

….…

When I had finished research I headed up towards my dorm, I was exhausted from the intensive healing I had undergone.

Once I was there I lit a candle and took up my diary to start a new letter, suddenly I heard a tapping on my window, there outside was a jet black owl, and a letter tied to its leg.

I opened the window to let it in. The black owl indignantly held out its leg. I untied the letter and unfolded it, it was from Professor Snape, it informed me that I had detention tonight at eight due to my unexcused absence. I swiftly held the letter over my candle and watched it burn, I would not spend tonight it detention.

After I had burned the letter I lost interest in writing in my diary, so I decided to take a shower. Other than write letters when I had lost interest in everything else and wanted to renew my lifeless state, I took showers, lots of showers… sometimes up to four at a time. I would take the shower, dry off, and get back in.

So I took of all my clothes, revealing the many scars left from Tom, we had a very rough relationship, but I loved the scars… the marks… the only thing I had left of him (besides the diary). I turned the water on –cold- and got in. the cold water seemed familiar, it didn't even make me shiver anymore. Just then I heard footsteps coming into the bathroom, usually there are not any people up in the dorms during classes…. Oh god … what if they see the scars?

I decided to forgo my shower taking until another time and reached for my towel to hide my body from whoever had disrupted my privacy… but it wasn't there. I stuck my head out of the shower and saw a very distraught Hermione trying very hard to cast a straitening spell on her hideous mop of hair, while sobbing. She tried but was unsuccessful.

Someone probably told her she looked like a yeti again, such a fucking useless girl… emotions always get in her way…plus she's way too dependant on my psychotic brother and his alleged (at least in my mind) gay lover Harry.

I yelled her name so she could hear over her screeching. She turned to me, tears running down her face.

"Could you hand me my towel?" it had fallen.

Hermione made a squeaking sound and went back to her spell work.

Fine, she's going to make me do this the hard way… isn't she! Fucking prat!

As fast as I could I ran out of the shower to fetch the towel, but the damned shower track caught my foot and I went sprawling out onto the bathroom floor.

I grabbed for my towel, but it was too far away. I looked up at Hermione because the screeching had stopped and I saw that her eyes widened considerably as she scanned my naked body.

FUCK!

"G-ginny, you know th-that you have scars a-all over you… r-right? She struggled with the words.

And I struggled not to say, 'yes, you dimwit, I know!'

Instead I said, "I fell down the stairs…"

"Like h-hell you did gin! I'm going to get Harry!" she said nervously.

CHRIST…fine, go get Harry you bloody git! He'll think that I did this to myself and want to know how I feel and if I'm okay, and make be go see a bloody shrink, NOT LIKELY GOLDEN BOY!

Hermione ran out of the room, I stood up and ran to my trunk, I threw on my black t-shirt and some baggy blue jeans and headed towards the window.

I had used this route before to escape from the dream team. There is a secret stairway on the outside of the tower that if you take will bring you to the edge of the lake, which is where I spent the majority of my time, writing.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs I tripped over someone who was sitting up against the stone wall of the castle. I turned and looked, figures, Draco Malfoy sat there smirking at me.

He just continued to sit there, not doing anything but staring at me and continuing to smoke his cigarette. Finally he moved, he held out the pack of cigs to me. I didn't smoke; I had never tried it … until then. I figured 'what the hell, might as well.'

I took the pack and slid a slender cigarette out of it. Malfoy motioned for me to come closer, and I did. He lit my cigarette and I breathed in, my throat and lungs contracted and I coughed violently for about ten seconds. Malfoy just sat there laughing.

"Haven't you ever smoked before weaslette?"

"Sorry Malfoy, but I'm a smoking virgin… disappointed?"

"Not in the least Red, you're way too innocent to have ever done anything bad for you… besides of course the laying in your own blood 'till you pass out thing."

He called me Red, Tom used to call me Red.

"And however would you know that I passed out again, dear Malfoy? …you left." I remembered my almost conversation with Pomphrey.

"Well Red, I felt a really strong urge to think at that moment, and I just couldn't have you sitting in my spot now could I? By the way you owe me new robes, the ones I was wearing are now completely saturated in you blood." He stated laughingly

I rolled my eyes and took another drag on my cigarette and found myself in another coughing fit.

"No Red! Stop trying so hard to make it work! Just breathe and you'll be fine… in fact better than fine." Malfoy drawled

I took his advice, before I had been trying to basically suck air out of the cig, but now I was breathing normally and I felt the soft bitter tasting smoke slide down my throat like a snake and for the first time in a long time a smile graced my lips. I exhaled and sat down across from Malfoy.

"Thanks Malfoy" two words I never thought I'd say.

"For what?"

Not for saving my life! You idiot! "For taking me to the infirmary" I lied, and my smile disappeared.

"You didn't look to happy about when you woke up…" he said amused

"You were there!" I asked, surprised

"I left before you saw me… I got bored of the dull conversation with Pomphrey" he shrugged

"Oh"

"Whatever" he shrugged again.

"So what the hell are you doing out here anyway?" I asked, thankful for his lack of curiosity.

"Uhm… smoking?" he questioned.

"At the foot of Gryffindor Tower?" I inquired

"You have a problem with that Red? He quirked his eyebrow.

"Just seems odd is all."

"Actually, I saw you climbing down my staircase… and I came over… I didn't intend for you to step on me though." He said sarcastically.

I blushed, "sorry…"

He shrugged.

I stood up and leaned against the wall next to where he sat, only because I had to move… sitting still did not suit me.

Draco stood up as well, "you expect me to look up at you Red? –Hmpf-"

"No… I got bored of sitting there… so I moved, I'm sorry if it offended you." I giggled, damn… I gotta stop this giggling business.

"If it had offended me I suppose I would've done something other than just stand." He said in mock defense.

"Oh really? And what would you have done?" I asked smirking a challenge.

"Something to shock you, and make you think… I suppose….. maybe." He seemed to be fooling around with an idea of some sort.

Why are we talking like I used to with my friends that aren't my friends anymore?... why are we being civil? Are we FLIRTING? Oh god, what am I doing?

"And what do you think would shock me?" I challenged him again. I AM flirting! What the hell am I doing!

Unexpectedly Malfoy moved his face towards mine quickly and captured my lips with his, he drew his tongue across my lower lip and to my surprise I allowed him access to my mouth, but he withdrew from the kiss faster than he had initiated it.

"That would shock you." He smirked.

"If I offended you… you would kiss me?"

"Uhm…"

"Jeez, what if I made you really happy? ... if that happens when you're mad you must really be incredibly when you're happy!" oh my god WHAT DID I JUST SAY?

"Uh… I m-mean," I stuttered.

"No problem Red, I am an amazing kisser… anyone would be stunned into telling the truth!" he said arrogantly.

"The truth Malfoy?"

"Yes the truth… you knoooow your crazy about me, everyone is!" he said partly sarcastic, partly arrogant.

"You know Malfoy… it's weird… but we're actually being civil to each other." I regretted those words as soon as they escaped my lips. Malfoy visibly tensed, and his smile disappeared.

"Uh, yea… well, you're a whore and I'm in the mood for a quickie….but I guess that's not happening" he quickly regained his composure, and walked away in his normal aristocratic way.

What the fuck is up with him? ... whatever… it's for the best, I actually was starting to feel normal… and that can't happen! I've got to suffer for what I've done to everyone!

A/N: well... thats somethin ta think about in'it!