A/N I have a bit of time since school ended, and I am reading a bunch of fanfiction again, so I thought I might try to update my story. I hope you like it. Sorry it took me 2 months.

Disclaimer: No matter how badly I wish that I owned Draco Malfoy, I don't, but at least I can put him and Ginny together.

Chapter 4: The Confusion that is Draco Malfoy

Ginny released a large sigh as she leaned against the back of the front door to her new home. 'Oh shit', she thought pushing herself away from the door. "Lupin, Tonks! Are you home yet?" She called, walking to the little kitchenette. She didn't find anyone, but there was a note on the table.

Ginny-dear,

The Order needed Lupin and Tonks for something. They should be back by tomorrow. I cooked something for you and left it in the cold box. Hermione said it would be ok in there and that all you had to do was put it in the microwave. Although I don't have the slightest idea of what she was talking about, she said you would. Remember to try to use as little magic as you can.

I am sorry that you are not with us dear, but we all want you to be safe. If you get disheartened, we are just an owl away. I love you dear, and please try to be as unobtrusive as possible. Oh, I almost forgot. Minerva will be coming later tonight to give you lessons. I want you to do well in your muggle school, but remember that your nightly lessons are more important sweetie. Your father and I love you and we will come visit you soon.

Mom

"Great," Ginny said to herself as she walked to the refrigerator. "This is going to be some lonely year if I am always home by myself. I can't even go over to any friends' houses if I have to take lessons at night. Perfect, and now I am talking to myself." Ginny found a beef stew in the fridge, which she put into a bowl and then in the microwave, and a loaf of bread on the counter. "Ok, what did 'Mione say about this thing?" She asked herself, as she looked at all the numbers and other buttons on the panel next to the door. She found something that said 'minute plus' and, deciding it looked as good as anything else, pushed it. Immediately the light in the inside turned on and the dial started counting down from sixty seconds.

Ginny went back to the refrigerator, remembering she saw butter in it. Taking it out, she put it on the counter next to the bread and looked for a glass so she could drink some water. After living in her house with all her brothers and their girlfriends and friends, not to mention her own, and then Hogwarts which also had a lot of people, the house only containing her was almost abysmal.

The microwave's beeping informing her that her minute was up, dragged her out of her thoughts. She walked the few steps to the microwave, opened it to get her stew, but found that it was still rather cool. So, she put it back in and this time hit the 'minute plus' button twice. "Three minutes should be good enough, right?" She said, as she got her bread and butter and went to the table. She looked at the room temperature bread then glanced at the microwave and her still revolving stew. She made a face, deciding to not wait for the stupid thing to be finished. She took out her wand and quickly spelled her bread to be heated. She cut off a slab of butter and performed the same action for it.

"Why did you lie to me?" A sudden, increasingly familiar voice questioned scaring her so much she screamed and dropped her now melted butter, which splattered everywhere.

"What the hell?" Ginny demanded of the Draco, who casually leaned against the doorframe leading into the kitchen from the living room. Of course none of the butter splatter on him. It appears even butter is too afraid to muss up his perfect pureblood self. "What the hell are you doing here?" She shouted again when she received no answer.

"I didn't trust you, so I followed you. It looks like I was right. There is only one room with stuff in it upstairs—"

"You went upstairs?" Ginny shrilled, cutting him off.

"How else would I get the information? You really aren't as smart as people have said you are. You really don't have anything going for you then do you? Except maybe as a whore. You have really started to fill into yourself haven't you?" Draco began to eye her uncomfortably in her tight tee and denim shorts.

"Get the hell out of my house! I won't stand for it, you bloody piece of dog shit! I didn't invite you here. And I didn't lie!" Clearly fighting her temper, and hoping Professor McGonagall would come soon and catch the slimly bastard in front of her, she tried a different tactic. "You know what, I don't have to explain myself to you. I don't care if you believe me. I have honor, and I keep my word."

The microwave beeped again, so she walked over to get her stew, careful the whole time to never turn her back on Malfoy, although a part of her mind told her that if he wanted to do anything to her, he could have before he announced his presence. She told that part to shut up.

Instead, he watched her, which was almost as disturbing, as she collected her stew and went to the table to eat. Draco smirked as he realized she was keeping her back away from him. To top it off, she moved the bread from where it was across the table so that she could face him while she ate. The smirk grew even wider when he saw Ginny frown at the still hard butter. She forcefully cut off another slab and melted it with her wand again.

"You know, I don't think that you should be doing that much magic. Someone might find out about it and then they will come and take you to Azkaban for the misuse of underage wizardry, and then you will never see your precious Potter—"

Ginny interrupted him again but this time it wasn't her words. Ginny had thrown the first hard thing to hand at Draco, which just happened to be her bowl of hot stew. The steaming liquid spread all over Draco's face, hair, and pristine ice blue polo and dark kaki shorts. "I told you never to mention Harry again! He is actually doing something to save himself and the people he loves. You are just a bloody coward. You can't even commit to a side and you hide out here in the hopes that people will forget about you and then maybe when everyone else is done doing the real work you will go back to your pathetic life. Well guess what, you are a piece of slim, and no one cares about what your name is, you can't do anything yourself, so you will get nothing! And that is exactly what you've earned, so justice be served."

During Ginny's tirade, Draco's face went from murderous to terrifying in its intensity. If last year hadn't happened, then Ginny would not have said all those things. But, having her oldest brother attacked by the scariest werewolf in existence, and the love of her life going off, possibly to his death, and being separated from her family "for her own good", and then to have Draco Malfoy, the largest git in the world, even stand in her presence was just too much. Ginny couldn't take everything anymore. At that moment she was of a mind to leave this town and go out to find Harry herself. But, since she didn't know where to look, she took out her frustrations on Malfoy.

"You know what? I was supposed to kill that stupid old man because otherwise the Dark Lord would kill me. It was my job, but you know, I think I will just kill you for fun," Draco said as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ginny. Seeing that she continued to lie there, he added a tad uncertainly, "are you even going to arm yourself and try to stop me?"

"No. I don't need to, cause you can't do it. You have to have the balls to kill someone and you are a fucking eunuch." For the second time that day, Ginny went flying, only this time she couldn't go very far because the window was in the way. She did manage to break it as her arm flew through it, however. After the impact, she was too stunned to land on her feet, so she crumpled to the floor, sliding her arm along the broken shards and opening huge gashes in it.

"For once, I must declare you right, Weasley whore. I won't kill you, yet, but not because I don't have balls. I have way more than you can handle little girl. I just find it much more satisfying to slap you around a little after you say such nasty things. And you really should watch what you say. I think we could almost be friends, after I cut out your tongue, or if you learned to talk like a lady and forgo your last name. One day you will understand that you are no match for me." Draco towered of Ginny's form, still dripping stew. The soft, calm tone he used was the scariest thing yet to happen to her today. How could someone who had that angry of a look on his face a minute ago, hit her, and then talk like that?

Ginny had to do something instead of just lay there cowering, so with her good hand she grabbed her wand off the table, and as she tried to pull it away, Draco's hand curled around her wrist. Most of the hatred that Draco had shown earlier was now gone from his whole demeanor. He looked at her left wrist, still held his hand, and then down at her on the floor, noticing the blood soaking in her shirt for the first time.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself. He flicked his wand, muttered something that Ginny couldn't hear, let go her wrist and then disapparated, all in quick succession, leaving an even more stunned Ginny on the floor. The only thing she could clearly make out was that she wasn't bleeding anymore, and her arm no longer hurt, again.

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A/N this didn't quite go in the direction I wanted it to, but this is what came out. I hope you like it.

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