A/N: Well I got another one thank goodness. I've been having word block, I know what I want to say just not sure how to phrase it or to write it so it might take me a little bit to get chapter 12 out but rest assure it will be soon, I've already wrote half of it so far. And sorry this chapter is a little shorter. OH and thanks to all the people who have reviewed so far I love you guys!

"Ginny! I said wait!" Draco yelled, running down the corridor to try to catch up with her to talk.

She didn't turn around or even slow her pace; she just continued as if she hadn't even heard him. "I will not wait. There is nothing you can say that will change my mind. I want nothing to do with you."

"Will you at least hear me out?" He requested, stopping six feet behind her.

She whirled around angrily. "Why? Why should I? You probably think this is funny. You made me believe that you wanted to be friends; that you had actually changed." She put her hands behind her back to keep herself from strangling him. "I can see now that I was a fool, Draco Malfoy doesn't change; he likes the little mind games he plays. Well I don't, and as soon as those doors open; I will leave and I never want to see or hear from you ever again."

"It was like that in the beginning, but not anymore." Draco said, desperately trying to get her to listen.

Ginny let out a cruel laugh. "Don't even try to start that. As far as I'm concerned, you're already dead." She began to start down the corridor again; she just needed to get away from him to clear her head.

Draco grabbed her arm to stop her; only to find her other hand come up and punch him in the nose.

"Don't you ever touch me again." She whispered, with hate radiating from her voice.

He slumped against the wall, and watched her leave, his hand covering the tender spot on his face. What now? His mind raced as he fought for the answer. He obviously couldn't go back to trying to seduce her, and as much as he hated to admit it, it seemed as though he was the one falling in love, not her.

He growled, and headed for his chambers to try to patch up his face, and once again think of another way out of his curse.

(Scene Change)

No one saw Ginny for the next few days; she seemed to have just disappeared. She never came to dinner, she was never observed roaming the corridors, and even the servants hadn't seen a strand of the trademark Weasley red hair from the top of her head.

Draco was starting to worry. The doors were open now. But he was having them watched at all hours, and she had not left yet; he was sure of it. He wondered where she was, and what she was waiting for.

As he was walking by the front doors to the Manor, he heard a knock. He walked over and opened it, only to see Pansy dripping rainwater onto the clean rug. She always showed up when she was unwanted.

"What?" He barked, barely looking up to meet her eyes as he scanned the Daily Prophet for news.

"I just wanted to talk and to see you." She replied, in a small pathetic whimpering voice.

He took his focus off the paper to glare at her. "If you don't have something interesting, for instance lets say the counter curse to this, then get out." He turned on his heels, determined to leave her behind.

"I'm still looking." She whined, trying to keep up with his extremely fast pace.

"Apparently not hard enough." He snarled, and still hoping to lose her, picked up speed.

"Of course I ha-" She was cut off, and a scream filled the air.

Draco spun around just in time to see Pansy get tackled by a very furious Ginny, who seemed to have popped out of nowhere.

He lifted an eyebrow and contemplated on whether or not he should intervene.

"Draco! What in the bloody hell is all that racket!" Narcissa yelled, coming up from behind her son to get a view of the two women fighting on her floor. "Aren't you going to stop them?" She questioned, as she winced at the blood the splattered on her beautiful carpet.

"I don't know." He paused, and stepped back when the fight fell near his feet. "Do I really want to step in between two frustrated and angered women?" He turned to his mother. "How dumb do I look?"

Narcissa, looked ready to kill someone herself. "They. Are. Ruining. The. Carpet." She growled and glared at her son.

Draco threw his hands up in the air. "Fine." He muttered.

Pansy was suddenly sent flying into the wall by Draco. "What was that for?" She complained, and held her broken nose to try and stop the bleeding.

Ginny got off the floor and was ready to pounce onto Pansy again; but found herself stopped by Draco's chest. She glanced up at him, so mad she could hardly see straight. "Get out of my way Malfoy, or you'll be next." She said bitterly, pushing at his chest.

"Calm down." He spat back and shoved her towards Narcissa.

Ginny's breath started to come out in heavy huffs, as she struggled to breath.

"She's not worth going to Azkaban for." Narcissa was telling Ginny. "Draco's not worth it either." Lowering her voice, whispering it in her ear.

Draco took a calming breath of his own, and turned to Pansy. "Out!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He could only deal with one woman at a time, and Ginny was more important then Pansy.

"But-but-but-" She stuttered, and stared blankly at the blood she was covered with, most of it hers, as though proving she needed the attention more than Ginny.

"I said get out!" He said dangerously approaching her.

She scrambled to her feet quickly and, leaving behind a trail of blood, ran out the door.

Composing himself before he turned around, he thought about what to say that didn't make him look bad; at the present time it didn't seem possible. "What was all of that?" He inquired, focusing his attention on Ginny, who only seemed to have a few cuts and bruises; it looked as though Pansy got the most beating.

"I'm out of here." She replied through clenched teeth, as she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. She refused to cry in front of him, she didn't want him to have the satisfaction.

"And where do you think you're going?" Draco stepped in front of her again, stopping her from getting to the door.

"I'm going home." She said as a matter-of-factly.

He glared. "Fine, but you should know that I will find you. We have to talk, and you will listen to me."

She felt a shudder go up and down her spine. "I won't let you." She said briskly and, pushing him out of the way, walked out of the door.

Draco said nothing more, as he watched her leave.

(Scene Change)

Ginny knocked on Hermione's apartment door, completely soaking wet with tears rolling down her face. The grime and blood mixing all together was making her feel really dirty.

A sleepy Hermione opened the door. "Oh my, Ginny. What happened?" She grabbed her and pulled her into the warm house. "Let me get you a blanket." She ran from the room, and quickly strolled back in with a heavy fleece blanket in her arms. "Sit on the couch." She demanded and threw it over her.

Ginny's teeth were chattering as she felt the contrast between her cold, wet clothes that were clinging heavily to her body, and the thick warm cloth surrounding her. "I'm fine." She said to nobody in general, trying to comfort herself more than Hermione.

"I'm calling Ron and Harry." Hermione said, and without giving Ginny any room for argument, marched into the kitchen.

"No." Ginny whimpered, thinking about what her brother was going to say to her in this state. She couldn't even think about Harry's reaction right now, and as she felt her eyes droop, she let the sleep take her.

(Scene change)

"She ended up on your doorstep like this?" Ron yelled, barely containing his temper.

"Ron, calm down, she is trying to sleep." Hermione scolded, and took the kettle off the stove.

"She's got cuts and bruises." Harry said, pointing out the obvious. "Where did she get them? Did she talk to you before you called us?" He asked, taking the tea Hermione handed him.

She frowned, and took a sip of her own tea. "No she just said she was fine. I haven't heard her say anything else." She directed her eyes to the floor. "She keeps mumbling Malfoy's and Parkinson's names in her sleep."

"Where has she been?" Ron asked, and peeked out the kitchen door to check on his little sister. "I mean she's been missing for days and then all of a sudden she appears on your doorstep; soaking wet and covered in wounds. Something has happened, and if I have to hunt Malfoy down and murder him myself, I will." His ears and face turned beat red as his temper started to rise again.

"I'll help." Harry added, making fist with his hands. "If he raised a hand to her, I won't need my wand for what I'm going to do."

Hermione glared at them. "Would you listen to yourselves? We don't even know what happened, and here you are ready to blame someone. We are just going to have to wait until she wakes up, and calmly." She put an emphasis on the last word. "And I repeat, calmly talk to her about it. You two going in and shouting demands is not going to get her to tell you what happened."

They both nodded grudgingly.

"Hi." The small voice came from the doorway causing all three of them to look up.

"Ginny." They said at the same time.

She forced a smile, even though her whole body hurt.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked, at once rushing to his sister's side. "If you need anything, I can get it for you." He looked at her worriedly.

Hermione pushed Ron backwards. "This is what I was talking about." She grumbled. "Do not crowd her. Give her some breathing space, she'll tell us if and when she's ready to." Hermione smiled at Ginny.

Harry leaned on the counter. "Hi Gin." He grinned at her, trying to sound and appear casual to lighten the mood.

Ginny looked at him. "Hello Harry."

"What happened?" Ron demanded, completely forgetting what Hermione had just got done saying.

Ginny sighed. "Lets just say I got into a really nasty fight with Pansy Parkinson and would've won if someone hadn't stepped in the middle. Also, you don't have to worry about Malfoy coming around anymore; and please can we leave it at that." She pleaded.

Ron was about to open his mouth, when Harry put an elbow in his ribs. "Sure Gin." Harry took her hand and guided her into the living room.

Before Harry could get her on the couch, she fell into his arms sobbing.

When he heard her, Ron was in the room in a flash, picking up his sister. Put her in his lap and held her. She clung onto her brother for dear life, as she let the fresh wave of tears pass.