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A/N: okay thanks to my loyal (baha) reviewers! Well heres is chappie 10 seriously if anyone has any ideas, I WANNA KNOW DAMMIT IT! NO MATTER HOW STUPID YOU THINK THEY ARE I WILL CONSIDER THEM! COZ THIS STORY HAS NO END AT THE MOMENT! It's so weird, I have no idea. But I love it coz its so strange it is AU atm and soon things are going to be implied between people but you never know eh? wink, haha just joking I think…..gulp well yeses… here it is…. DOUBLE FIGURES YEW! REVIEW! YEW!...please…

Hasn't been beta'd if anyone wants the job email me!

…Until dessert.

"Umm, Ron, where's Ginny?" Harry was looking up and down the table.

"Don't know she should be…WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY SHE'S MISSING?" Ron rose and looked down at Harry. His eyes were bulging out of his abnormally large head. "OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO FIND HER! SHE COULD HAVE BEEN…RAPED…OH MY GOD SHE'S BEEN RAPED, HOW COULD WE HAVE LOST HER! QUICK WE GOTTA INFORM THE TEACHERS, WE HAVE TO FIND HER FAST SOME MAD MAN'S ON THE LOOSE AND HE HAS MY BABY SISTER!"

"Um, boys I don't mean to alarm you but I found her, she's sitting with Malfoy." Hermione pointed over to the Slytherin table.

"I'LL BLOODY KILL THE SLIMY, FERRETING GIT! WHY IS SHE SITTING WITH HIM? SURE THERE GONNA SPEND THE REST OF HER SOON TO BE MISERABLE LIFE TOGETHER BUT SHE IS MEANT TO SIT WITH HER HOUSE, HER FAMILY AWAY FROM HOME. I WANT MY SISTER BACK, THAT GIT HAS CHANGED HER!" Ron's face was now as red as the Gryffindor banners (yes there maroon) as he started to get up and storm across to the offending table.

Everyone in the hall was now staring at the deranged Weasley, some gaping, some laughing and some staring at him as if he had a hippogriff with sunglasses on stuck on his head.

Ginny was muffling her laughter as she had watched her brother over at Gryffindor table.

Took em long enough, I mean my brother, my own flesh and blood didn't even notice me gone until someone else told him!

Well he is a git

He's still my brother; you have NO right to say that!

But it's true

That doesn't matter; I AM the only one aloud to say that stuff about him!

But I am you…

No you're…wait I thought you weren't? Oh bugger, I'm so confused GET OUT OM MY HEAD!

The voice laughed at Ginnys frustration.

But I can't

Ginny furrowed her brow in confusion once again, this little voice was grating on her nerves, she just wished she knew what it was.

Her little episode had not gone unnoticed; a pair of eyes watched as her expression changed and her brow furrowed, this girl was strange, good for Draco but truly worrying.

"Hey Gin, Gin? You there?" Blaise poked her from across the table. Ginny snapped back into present time and smiled at the boys.

"Come on lets go, I'm sure your brothers going to make a scene." Draco said as he pulled her up and into his arms. She still hadn't forgiven him but she was to out of it to realize. This voice was getting more troubling every time it talked to her. Not knowing what or who it was, was freaking her out.

The two boys walked her out of the hall and into the entrance foyer to meet with the golden trio.

"WHAT THE FUCK GINNY, WHY AREN'T YOU SITTING WITH YOUR FAMILY AND YOUR HOUSE?" Ron was ranting, pacing back and forward. He looked at her to see her staring past him, he looked back yet he saw nothing.

"GINNY LISTEN!" Still no response, He waved his hand in her face as her eyes snapped to his direction. She tilted her head and stared at him.

"What?"

"I said why you aren't sitting with your house mates!"

"Oh but I am, I got transferred to Slytherin, comes with the whole marriage thing. Goodbye Ron I'm tired." She laughed and walked off. She simply walked off. She didn't blow up, she didn't faint and she didn't cry.

"Merlin, he is SO annoying, why can't he just leave me to my life!" She was fuming as she stomped down the corridor. "I mean he can't even control his own life! Can't handle pressure ARRRGH so aggravating…um Draco where are we going?" she looked up to the boy who simply smirked and looked ahead to a large portrait.

"This is Slytherin common room. Contaminated Blood." The portrait swung open to reveal pure darkness. Blaise clapped and the torches that hung off the walls lit up.

"Well you two, this is where I leave you, I gotta meet with someone. Ta." Blaise strode away into the black corridor they just came from. Draco and Ginny both stood there contemplating just who he was meeting.

They stepped into the room as Draco led them to the sofas.

Ginny took in the room as they walked. It was a dark room, if you could call it anything it would be minimalistic; dark green leather sofas on slate tiles near two large open fireplaces with tables and leather chairs scattered throughout the room. Apart from a notice board and the torches, the only thing gracing the walls was a large portrait of Salazar Slytherin. At the back of the room were two tunnels with wrought iron staircases leading down to the girls and boys dormitories.

"We're sharing a room but you we have two entrances, one up the boys stairs and one up the girls. Aside from our room, there is a bed in the girls' side for you on Dumbledore's request in case you ever need it." Draco said, scoffing at the last part.

They walked down to their room via the boys stairs and came to a door with the number '4/19' on it. As Draco opened the door for Ginny squeaked in surprise, she had expected something but not this, it was one small room with a divider, normal Slytherin size with a few abnormal things in it. A double bed was the main feature on one side with a dresser and on the other side two chairs facing a fire and two doors, one she guessed led to the bathroom. There were portraits covering the walls and green and black hangings all over the walls.

Draco motioned her to open the other door. She walked across and did so; it led to another room, her room. It was just the same except for a dressing mirror in the corner instead of a normal dresser and hangings on the double bed as well as on the walls in a deep green. The low ceilings made it feel almost cozy with or without the hard, cold slate tiles.

Draco had already seen the rooms and was satisfied with them.

They made there way back down to the common room, which had become increasingly full with students coming back from the start of year feast. Despite most of the house being present in the room it still felt empty with the massive size of the dungeon.

They sat on a couch and became engrossed in their own thoughts.

The next morning Ginny woke in her bed. She wiggled around a bit before hitting a hard warm object, stopping and feeling a pair of eyes of her she turned over and came face to face with a half naked Draco.

"Mornin' luv, sleep well?" he did that o-so-Malfoyish-smirk at her. Ginny screwed up her face and jumped out of bed, heading for the bathroom, this was the first day of a new term and she wanted to have a good day, despite the bad feeling.

Ginny stood at her mirror staring contently at her face; something was different, not right. It was scaring her not knowing what it was but she was changing and not for the better.

the day went as well as a first day of a new term could go. aside from the evil glares she got from Gryffindor, especially the trio it was fine. in some of her classes, mainly the ones she was up a grade in (which wasnt all of them) she struggled a tad but htat was a given she thought.

after dinner she headed to the library for study by herelf time. she went well and figured out some of it. it was just before lights out when she left.

That night as she walked down the hall. She felt like someone was watching her again when she felt someone come up behind her and push her towards the stairs and down she fell, she screamed as she was caught by strong arms, down the bottom, she knew the smell of them too. Draco.

She looked up with a look of gratitude on her face and turned around to see an angry Harry staring at them. He turned to run but tripped and fell down the stairs towards them. he got up and turned towards Malfoy thinking he had Jinxed him.

"You just have to ruin everything don't you Malfoy!" he sneered.

"Did he hurt you?" Draco said through gritted teeth as he looked down into her eyes as she pouted at him and nodded.

"Where?"

"He tried to push me down the dam stairs is how he hurt me dammit!" she crosses her arms and glowered.

"Well do you want me to hurt him?" She now wore a way to disturbed smile as she nodded once more.

Hmm,unusual. He thought to himself, she was far too sinister.

He stepped towards Harry and drew out his wand, pointing it at his exposed throat and smirked.

"Wait!" he knew it was too good to be true; of course she wouldn't let him hurt Harry, even if she did seem to hate him.

"Make it good, I'm sick of this shit Draco." She purred his name as she slid in front of him. He slid his arm around her waist.

"How does it feel Potter, when your best friend's sister, the one who looked up to you for so long wants to help hurt you at the hands of you worst enemy." His voice was mocking him, daring him to say something.

"How does it feel Malfoy, to have my leftovers? You're now with the girl who for years had a thing for me?" Draco broke off from Ginny and pushed Harry up against a wall. He whispered so only Harry could hear.

"But the thing is Potter, she ain't your leftovers. She never let you get close enough to become yours in any way. You've never so much as kissed her but you know what; by the time I fucked her she was already mine. You'll never know what its like to have her moan, scream your name so loud it makes the whole room shake. I pushed her so hard that she couldn't walk for days" He smirked. He had gotten Harry so worked up now that Harry was trying to wildly swing his pinned downed arms.

"Ginny's not in her right mind, you've hurt her Malfoy and we all know it." Malfoy growled and was about to curse him, when Ginny ripped Harry out of Draco's hold and shoved The Boy wonder to the window ledge next to her.

"Not in my right mind eh? What is my right mind, following you around trying to get your attention? Denying the hate that burns inside of me for you? Denying Tom the feelings of joy he got when he hurt you or those you loved?" she laughed at him as he realized ho she was talking about. "Yes Potter he's here with me, he's always here. Always watching, always waiting for a chance when my guards are down, when he can jump out. It hurts you know that? Trying to restrain his feelings. He was after all the dark lord." She was smiling insanely.

"Is-is this you Ginny, or T-Tom?" he was stuttering, the thought of Voldemort being here all these years, possessing his best friends little sister, the one that had helped him so many times.

"YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT! Oh it's always me. I'm not possessed like I was in my first year he's DEAD you KILLED him remember? he just left a part of him with me, it helped let the true me out. Now shut up so I can tear you apart piece by sodding piece." She looked at him hungrily, wanting to hurt the boy who had hurt her. Without knowing it; he had helped turn her into what she was.

"Now Gin, we can't kill him, although it would be enjoyable. We can't have you getting expelled for murder." Draco said.

"Alright, but it better be worth It." she let go of Harry and went back to Draco's arms.

Harry watched, half in disgust half in curiosity, maybe he could get away whilst they were busy. He started to move as Malfoy's arm shot up and punched him across the face.

"Tsk. Tsk, you really think it would be that easy Potter?" Malfoy had broken the kiss and was now looking at Harry's bleeding face.

"I hope that hurt." Ginny sneered.

He cupped her face as he laughed (a very evil laugh).

"Remember what I said Potter, maybe it'll comfort you on all your lonely nights." Malfoy said before he hexed him again then pulled Ginny away down the hall leaving a knocked out Pothead sprawled on the cobblestones.

"What exactly did you tell him?" Ginny said as she leant closer into her Prince. After a minute considering he came out with.

"don't worry your pretty little heart over it." He turned to her and leant down.

"Now let's go have some fun." He whispered in her ear.

Draco sat in his bed thinking. Ginny seemed to react to Potter like she reacted to no other, he just couldn't figure out how. It wasn't love or lust it was a wrath or a deep hate, it was more than normal, more hateful than his own feelings or lack of towards the boy wonder.

There's a fine line between pleasure and pain.

Speaking of feelings, he didn't know what he felt towards her, love wasn't something he felt towards anyone, excluding his mother and father, he respected his mother and loathed his father but love was there, deep down. He loved no one and in return expected no one to love him. There never would be love between them, he knew it and was sure she knew it. They had a mutual understanding. They had to marry under pain of death and the rest of the marriage was simply there. He respected and longed for her but nothing else.

Despite working out his own feelings towards the little nymph next to him, he could not work out the feelings she held for Potter.

He rolled over to face her and as usual was greeted by her studying eyes, always calculating some aspect of life and lately that aspect seemed to be him.

"Are you scared of him?" he said, eyes staring intently at her. She crinkled her face in return.

"Scared of whom?"

"Potter." Her body stiffened at the sound of his name.

"No I'm not scared of him, I'm scared of what he doesn't know he's capable of. I mean the sodding bastard has tried to rape me at least twice and then the next day acts like it didn't happen."

"Are you scared of me?"

"Should I be?"

"Don't know" he shrugged. "You don't feel scared when I'm around?"

"Of course I'm fucking scared of you! You're Draco Malfoy, known for your mood swings, temper tantrums, quick fists and hexes!" she hopped out of his bed, dragging the comforter with her. "Should I feel scared, it's not like normal scariness, it's more oh god, I'm fucking this boy, he's tough and yet he hasn't hurt me. I mean there's plenty of bruising but that's what makes it fun. You, just like Potter, don't realize your full potential, everyone else does, though you're more aware of it than him I think." She looked him straight in the eyes. "You use fear against people without even realizing it, you hurt people just by looking at them yet you have this amazing capability to appeal to every freaking girl in the world even though there all terrified of you. That is power."

He smirked, and ran over what she had just said though a few things still stuck clear in his mind. How she constantly swapped from calling him Potter to Harry, how one minute she did care and the next she didn't and how she so subtly changed the subject. He wanted answers though.

"I see, well do you hate him?" Draco intrigued, his pixie's emotions changed like Rita Skeeter wrote bullshit. And she was frightened of him.

"I don't honestly don't know, I don't remember what goes on half the time, it scares me though. Is it hate, when he's around; it feels like I've got no control, anger swells up. I'm still in my right mind, but my mind happens to be twenty miles away."

"You mean like Tom still possesses you, left behind something?" she stopped walking and turned around. Suddenly she was a hell of a lot closer than she had been a second ago.

"I don't know that's up to you to decide isn't it? But you still don't get it do you Draco? I loved him and Potter destroyed that didn't he? Yea I might be over him but I won't hesitate to kill for his name sake. Tom showed me what I wanted to be, Potter could have only ever given me a small bit of it, I loved them, both of them but I could never see half of the fight! Harry was a dream of what I used to want but Tom was what completed me, I needed him, I still need him. But he is here, keeping me sane." She fell to the floor, like she had over exhausted herself. "I dam well loved him and he just left me like that! You don't do that!"

She blinked and stood up, looking at him quizzically.

"I couldn't hurt you if I wanted to Malfoy."

This new revelation was strange, he wasn't frightened, noooo Malfoy's didn't get frightened or show any emotion apart form anger, a small bit of surprise and a humor in other people's misfortune.

"What do you mean, you couldn't hurt me?" he raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at her.

"Well for one thing, you could hurt me just as bad; secondly remember this pretty little tattoo? Well when you gave it to me, you sealed a little bond, there's no way I can hurt you that I won't feel….threefold."