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Ginny woke in complete darkness. Not like you do when you wake up in the middle of the night. No. This was different. At first she couldn't place why it had seemed so different. Then it hit her. She was in a room with no windows or light...she was on the floor...how had she gotten here...why was she here...Oh ya, she had followed, or at least thought she had followed Harry to Godric's Hollow...but. He hadn't been there...No, there was someone else who had been there. It was a boy, he was a wizard, obviously. Cloacked...

"Malfoy!" she exclaimed remembering. Jumping up she backed to the wall as fast as possible. Where was she? What did Malfoy want with her! WHY was malfoy at Godric's Hollow!? Everything was coming back to her in a rush. Now she remembered, that when she had realized Malfoy was there, that there was something different about him. He seemed pale...well, more pale than usual, and he seemed more aged...stressed would be the better word for it. And he seemed almost...scared...he didn't show it on his sneering face, god, she hated him! But you could see it in his eyes...In the way he gripped his wand too tightly. And when she went to defend herself, she knew she had waited too long, she did not even so much as raise her wand and everything had gone dark. The last thing she had saw was his ugly face pull back in a triumphant smile...

Now she could hear faint footsteps coming towards her. She shied away from the sound when she realized how close she was to a doorway. Whoever it was coming she knew she would never stand a chance against. Malfoy had taken her wand from her while she was unconcious. 'That sleezy little bastard!' she thought. She didn't think too much more because she heard a click of a lock then the door slide smoothly open. A bright light filled the room and she flinched away from it, covering her eyes. She knew that this was probably not the smartest thing to do, because it was an enemy who had entered the room, but she had been in darkness for so long the light was almost unbareable. Squinting she lowered her arm a little to see who had entered the room. She realized then that the light was not coming from the door anymore. The door had been closed. No, this light was coming from a lamp...in the middle of the room...in the middle of the room where sitting in a chair next to it was the one person who had started it all...had caused so much grief to her, her family, all of Britian, and...to Harry... there sat the one man, she loathed, hated, feared, and wanted dead. There sat Lord Voldemort himself.

If she had been cowering in a corner before it did not compare to how she clung to the wall now. This made Voldemort smile a smug smile. He held up his hands as if to surrender. He held no wand, she noted. But this did not stop her from being suspicious.

"I do not come to kill you, in fact, I did not even bring my wand with me. I came to talk, and so there is no need for you to fear." He smiled at this for he knew she thought differently. But he spoke mostly truth. He did not come to kill her...yet. When she didn't even blink at this he continued. "I want not to hurt you but to befriend you," 'Lie' she thought in her head. Lie was right. He wanted information. "You look faint. I don't blame you; you have been asleep for four days now. Why dont you eat?" he gestured to a plate of food and a water bottle.

She eyed it as if it were going to explode or disapear any moment. She had just realized how long it had been since she had eaten and her stomach yearned for the food on the counter. Voldemort saw her eyeing it like a hungry wolf would its prey. This made him smile. He loved to see people in pain, and at there worst. But he knew that he couldn't do it to her. Not if he wanted her trust.

"Don't worry its not poisoned."

"I'm not hungry..." she sqeaked. Her stomach growled giving her away.

"Not hungry? I think your stomach differs...eat, I promise not to lay a finger on you, and I promise that the food is not poisoned."

She hesitated. She was hungry, but what if he was lying to her. What use would it have been to him to keep her alive though, if he just ended up poisoning her. Maybe, he liked torturing people. Or maybe he wanted information...

That was it and she knew it. She knew then that as long as she kept her mouth shut and didn't tell him anything about Harry then she would stay alive longer, and faster. But she also had to act. Act like she would slowly learn to trust him. She wanted to stay alive, long enough to see Harry. She would have to plan...

Slowly she walked towards the food and picked up a roll. Cautiously she sniffed it then took a bite. This pleased Voldemort enough, so he continued with his speech. "You, see? No poison. Just food." He gestured around the room, "I am sorry about having you locked down here in this cellar, but you see, we can not allow you to leave, for we do not know if we can trust you. I will have a bed brought down to you though, so you do not have to sleep on the hard ground, would you like that?" He tried to smile politely but with his hideous face it did not turn out quite as he planned.

Ginny flinched away and back to her corner. There she sat and curled her knees up under her chin and stared at him in horror. She did not know what to think of this horrible man. She knew that pretending to trust him would have to take longer than a month, and if she did it too fast, he would be suspicious, if she did it too slow, he would kill her. But either way, she knew she had little time to live here. He wanted Information. And he had a limited supply of patience.

Voldemort seeing her go back into her corner knew it was time for him to dismiss himself. He would try again tomorrow. "Well, I will leave you here to eat in peace. You must be scared. But I do assure you, I am not your enemy." At that he left.

Ginny not sure what to think flinched when he locked the door. No way out, she could tell now looking around the room. He left the lamp on. She could see that there was a blanket and pillow on the floor. And by the looks of the ceiling she could also tell she was in a cellar. Just which cellar in which country in this world she did not know. She still wasn't even sure if she was really awake. But, nobody could sleep up someone so horrible as Voldemort. But he still seemed to nice to be Voldemort. She didn't know what to think. She wasn't even sure if she was still alive or if she was dead.

Malfoy slowly walked down the steps to the cellar. In front of him he was levitating a bed that Voldemort had so rudely taken from his room and told him to give to the filthy mudblood downstairs. He didn't even see why Voldemort was being so nice to her. She didn't deserve it. He should have just tortured the information out of her then killed her. That's what he normally does. Why was she any different from the hundreds of people that he killed daily!? Thinking this only infuriated him more. By the time that he got down to the room he was so mad that he forgot where he was going for a second. When he calmed down enough to remember, he had reached the door. He flicked his wand and pushed the door open.

Ginny sat in a small corner curled up in a ball. 'How pathetic' he thought coming through the door behind the bed. He set the bed in a corner his eyes not leaving Ginny just in case she decided to attack him. Ginny just stared straight ahead almost as if he hadn't entered at all. This frustrated him. He hated being ignored even if it was by somebody that he hated. He noticed how attractive she was. He understood why Potter was so in with her. This gave him an image. In his mind he imagined Ginny standing next to him her arms around his neck and him smirking at Potter. And Potter in so much pain watching the girl that he had loved staring admiringly up at, Malfoy himself. Of course he didn't like her like that. But he would do anything to get at Potter. To strike him where it hurts the most. This made him smile.

Ginny by now had realized he was in the room and that he had brought in the bed. She also realized that he was staring at her with an "up to something" smile on his face. This pissed her off. She wanted nothing more than to smack him. But she was also relieved to see someone she knew. Even if she hated him.

"What the hell are you looking at Malfoy." she sneered.

He glared at her for breaking his concentration. "None of your concern Weasley."

"It is when you are staring at me."

"Maybe I was thinking of how defenseless you are right now; how easy it would be to kill you right now. Save Voldemort the trouble."

"You wouldn't kill me Draco you don't have the balls to kill me. You didn't even have the balls to kill Dumbledore!"

Draco, not able to come up with a come-back walked over and smacked Ginny across the face. "Don't you ever talk to me like that you filthy blood traitor!"

Ginny stands up and balls her fists at her sides gets right up in his face. "Oh? And what do you think you are going to do about it, Malfoy!" Glaring at him, her voice shaking in her anger.

She didn't see it coming. Neither of them did really. One minute he was just glaring at her the next he raised his hand, grabbed her by the hair of her head and pulled her toward him and started kissing her. At first she fought against him. Beating against his chest, punching every part of his body to get away from him, but that only made it worse. He raised his other hand and wound it in her hair, pulling her closer to him. She wasn't strong enough to pull him off. Suddenly, his lips were very urgent against hers, almost needy. It took her a moment to realize that they had only become this way because she had started to kiss him back. His hand now slid down to the small of her back pulling her closer to him, only this time she didn't pull away. She wasn't sure why she didn't, she knew she hated him. But yet, here, she was kissing him. And it didn't feel wrong. It didn't feel, right...completely, but it wasn't wrong.

Draco also did not even see it coming. He just acted on instinct. He hated this woman he was now kissing so pasionately. Yet, there was a new feeling there too. He wasn't quite sure what it was. But as he stood there making out with his worst enemies girlfriend he couldn't help but feel... happy? The passion pushed him farther and his hand that was wound in her hair gripped it harder and pulled her closer to him. As close as he could get her. She instinctively pulled herself closer too. Winding her arms around his neck and also gripping his hair, not wanting to let go. 'This isn't right' they both thought. But yet it was...

I hope you like it. I am truely sorry that it took me forever to right this but I promise from now on I will keep working on my fanfic! Please R&R. I wasn't planning on having the last two paragraphs the way they are; it just came out of nowhere. but i hope you like it! Tell me what you think!