Authors Note: Hello my lovely readers. How are you? I like to think my updating you a little more than Charm, though I wish I had more reviews. pout Oh well, I suppose if you don't... love me... : ( This is to depressing. I might leave fan fic 4 eva. I can't lose any more tears ova this. Please, if you like this story review and give my little muse her mate, it'll get her set into a mood I can live with, please my loves. :) please. If all works the way it should, I will be thanking one Mishavay for being a wonderful Beta also. So thank you! You are way to kind to a no hope like me. : )

Disclaimer: Why do you taunt me so? It isn't, nor will it ever be mine. This is way too depressing.

Soul Searching in the Forbidden Forest

"Day two." Ginny whispered sadly, as she rose from her bed. She looked towards the mirror and winced at her own reflection. The bruise on her face had finally appeared. It was bright and ugly.

She stripped from her nightshirt, flinching as she saw the bruises on her shoulders and abdomen she quickly dressed into the soft green dress that danced at her toes in a flair that was echoed by the flair on her wrists. The dress covered her, she didn't care that it was damn sexy.

She felt a strong tug in her chest. Truth missed her, as much as Ginny missed her whelp. She daren't go there though. Why did she provoke Draco like that? The attack wasn't a secret anymore; Dumbledore had announced it at dinner. She had missed that dinner. Yesterdays too. She'd eaten a little though, she wasn't starving herself or anything, she just wasn't hungry.

The thought of food made her ill. Everyone was to busy with their own friends to notice her pallid complexion and to slim weight. If you asked her what the little she'd eaten was, she couldn't tell you, the only time she ate was in her dreams.

The dreams had begun the night she'd left Draco's room, and left Truth. She knew he would never hurt her; he loved her to much for that.

She felt as if she was falling down the stairs, it had been so long since she had descended them. She hadn't left the room. Three things were on her mind. Draco, Truth and the niggling fear that her family was in danger, despite the fact all wizards were holed up in the nearest place they could get.

Voldermort was not a wizard to be taken lightly.

Neither was Draco but she'd managed to do that pretty well.

"Oh Truth, how I miss you." She whispered softly to herself as she stood at Hogwarts doors. They were allowed outside, just not out too far. She pushed through. "And Draco, I knew you were a Malfoy, yet I pushed the boundaries."

Her feet led her away from the castle. Magic or person didn't stop her. She didn't notice though, this seemed just like another dream. The snow crunched under her feet with familiar sound. The air smelt like more than the House elves cooking, it smelt like snow and pine trees and laughter.

If she weren't so dazed, Ginny would have laughed at that. What did laughter smell like?

She suddenly did laugh, her body waking up a little. "Laughter is love! Laughter smells like mums home cooking, like fresh hot chocolate on a snowy day and it's the smell I inhale near my Truth!" Her breathing was ragged and her chest shook with heart wrenching sobs. "Why did I question it? Why did I push away the only friend who was honest and worth talking too!"

She began to run, her bare feet thumping against snow and foliage. The forest was getting closer and Ginnys tears were blinding her sight, like they had when she had fallen... and Draco had helped her.

She was deeper in the forest when she stumbled this time. There was no arrow, but that knee did get a nasty jolt. She curled up and began to rock back and forth. "Trust me... trust me..." She chanted.

Draco broke into a coughing fit, he was aching all over. "Are you ok mate?" Blaise asked, sounding worried.

The prince of Slytherins nodded, the cough slowly faded. "Just getting sick, nothing serious." He lied.

"Sure." sick my black ass, 2 days ago he was walking higher than id ever seen him.

Draco winced. Could it have really been two days since he'd hurt her? Hurt her so badly she'd avoided everybody since then. How was he supposed to apologize if she wasn't there? He'd never apologized before but he'd never felt so horrible in his entire life. Trust constantly looked at him, as if blaming him as much as he hated himself.

"Look, I'll catch up with you later, alright? I've got something that needs to be taken care of." Draco confessed.

Thank the goddess he's going to do something about his mood. "Yeah, see ya then."

Draco knew a way up to the Gryffindor common room that no one but Salazar had known before him. The way was invisible and you had to believe it was there for it to be. He took his first step onto said stair and a deep immobilizing pain filled him suddenly, pouring from the place reserved in his heart for Trust. He hesitated, but Ginny would be there later, Truth wouldn't Empath-cry like that, unless there was no other choice.

He bolted for the Head Boys room immediately, taking his steps 2 at a time. The door swung open and the Dragon, (who was now the size of a full-grown cat) leapt on his chest.

He caught her with an 'oomph'. "What is it Truth?" He mumbled.

She chirruped and squirmed out of his grasp. With a curse, the blonde threw an invisibility spell over her, just catching her as the sneaky reptile dashed out from under the door. He chased after her, the tugging in his chest not fading in the least.

Another screamed tried to tear itself from her throat but to no use, she'd already scratched it beyond use. Her arm pounded with pain as it lay on an impossible angle and her sight was blurred red with blood. She knew she was damaged further than that.

The Thing that attacked her had moved on for the moment, as if to prolong her pain.

Her body shook with silent and painful sobs. "Trust me... Trust me when I tell you I would never hurt you my Ginevra." She whispered memories coursed through her shook twisted body.

flashback

"Trust me when I tell you I would never hurt you my Ginevra. You are a part of me."

The young first year looked up at the tall youth. "I am?" She asked, looking elated. "I'm so happy Tom." She hugged into his chest.

Tom could feel her shining life-force and smirked. The plan would work even more perfectly then he had envisioned." Do you trust me my Ginevra?" He asked.

"With all my heart and beyond Tom." She assured him. Pain rocketed through her and she was shoved to one side.

"Thank you for completing my spell Miss Weasley." He grunted. There was a slither of a very large snake. "This will help my return very nicely.

End flashback

" Trust me..." She chanted as her life force faded. "Trust me..."

Draco chased Truth as if his life depended on it. It may even; Truth had never acted like this before. He raced into the Forbidden forest a horrible feeling in his chest.

The dragon shook herself, shedding the spell as easily as he would a cloak, the blue and white blur sped up at the same time, Draco stumbled and lost her suddenly. The tug in his heart led him along the twisting trails he had once run to find the witch, so he wouldn't get in trouble.

Now he hoped he wasn't searching for the same witch again though the steady pain beside his link with Trust told him he was. Please don't let me be late.