A/N I do not own Harry Potter or the Twilight series.

RECAP: Ginny shrieked, again, disturbing the class and dropped her wand. The hair along with the spider, dropped to the floor. The hair spilled all over the floor and her shoes. Snape came over.

"Miss Weasly! Can you not control yourself around a mere spider?

Snape was still yelling at Ginny.

"Remove yourself from my class this instant before you make more of a mess. Come back at 8 o'clock tonight for your detention. Now GET OUT!" Snape yelled. Ginny heard a snicker coming from Blaise. Then a large gust of wind shot out of Blaise's mouth.

"Mr. Malfoy! It is inexcusable to behave that way! Would you like to join Ms. Weasly, here, for detention tonight? No? I didn't think so. MISS WEASLY! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! GET OUT!" Snape yelled furiously.

Ginny scuttered out. Walking down the moving staircases, she passed an old photo. It waved at her, politely, but when Ginny shook her hair, it fell to the floor, clattering. Ginny, however, did not notice and kept walking. She opened the doors to the library and stepped in, inhaling the smell of leather and new book pages in sunlight. She smiled, slightly, still furiouse that Snape had kicked her out of class. She passed the long collumns of books, looking for nothing in particular. Only one that seemed interesting to read. Then she came across a thick book. It was called Memor Aevum. She thought it would be interesting enough. So she pulled it out, leaving a large gap in the books. Then she heard a sigh.

She looked through the gap in the books and caught a glimpse of platinum hair. Suddenly, from out of no where, a light breese ruffles through the library. It went past Ginny, going for Draco. She could have sworn that she saw him tense up, but she disreguarded that. She took this chance to observe him.

GINNY POV

I was looking through the books, trying to get a glimpse of the real Draco Malfoy. His silver blue eyes were skimming over the pages of the large book that he had in his hands. Flip. He didn't look like the Draco I saw in class. He looked conserned. I never thought that I would ever get to see this side of Draco. Let alone, I never thought Draco would ever show this side of himself. I heard a low chuckle come from his chest. A smile lit up his face. He looked so handsome from this point. My eyes had to take everything of his in. Flip.

Draco's platinum hair was first. It was scattered above his eyebrows. His eyes were a dullish gray. With a little swirl of light blue in them. They were like silver orbs of water. Flip. I kept going down. His slightly pointed nose was flaring as he took a deep breath in, though it. His jaw clentched up. His pale pink lips were still. His face had grown into it's features. Flip. His pale skin, I noticed, was lightly speckled with a very light tan. I had never seen Draco like this. It was like I was seeing a new side of him. Flip. I noticed that his face has become very seriouse. Like he was concentrating on something. I looked back up at his eyes to find that they had turned a darker grey, almost black. They were looking around wildly, like there was a killed that was stalking him. I guess I had been leaning on the bookshelf and a whole row of books were pushed off. This made Draco jump out of his trance. He pulled out his wand and aimed it at me. I froze. What else could I do? My wans was in my bad that was about a few yards away from me. I looked over to where it was and realized that I wouldn't have been able to get it in time. Anyways, my wans was at the total bottom. I looked back at where Draco was just standing but he wasn't there. I turned to go find him but instead, I ran into those black eyes. How had he gotten over here so quick? It was at least ten yards to get the end of the row of books he was in and another ten to get to me. I didn't hear him move, either.

"Weasley," Draco spat at me. "What brings you to this section of the library at this time?" I couldn't answer. I should have know he would have been in the library. He tends to come here a lot.

"I- I- I was just getting a book. What does it matter?" I asked, trying to sound brave. But the truth was, I was terrified of Draco. His dark eyes were staring deep into me. I didn't get it. What did he want? It was like he was trying to read my mind or make my head explode.

"What?" I asked. His staring had started making me a little uncomfortable…

"Nothing. Are you stalking me? I've seen you a lot where ever I go. If you are, this will be that last time. I don't want to see your face around me. You could get hurt."

"And you care why? What does it matter to you if I get hurt?" I asked. I didn't get why it sounded like Draco was trying to protect me from something. Like there was something that he was afraid of. But Draco Malfoy wasn't afraid of anything. Not that I knew of.

"You don't know what's out there. There could be werewolves or worse. Vampires." Vampires. Let repeat that. VAMPIRES. They didn't exist. Could they? I mean. Unicorns exist and so do giants. But Vampires and Werewolves? Those are just myths. Wait. Professor Lupin, the third year DADA teacher was a werewolf. THEY DID EXIST!

"What do you know about them?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't crack from fear and confusion. It didn't, luckily for me.

"Too much. Stay away. I mean it! Now get lost, Weaslette." He sneered at me. He turned his back to walk away. That was my chance. I silently and quickly snuck over to my bag and got my wand.

"Desumo!" I yelled at him. He was too quick for me, however. He turned around, reversed the spell and shot another spell at me. I dodged that one.

"Why should I stay away from you? You don't scare me! Sectum." I said. It hit Draco in the leg. I made sure I didn't hurt him too bad. Draco took a sharp breath in but then changed his face back into the calm one I usually see. He muttered a little something uder his breath, aiming for my throat so I sent a reversing spell but he changed at the last minute to get me in the legs. It was the difindo spell. A small cut formed on my leg. A few drops of blood came trickling down my leg. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. He sent a whole load of small spells. They mostly cut my clothes. I had some scratches on me but Draco didn't seen to get hurt. I used the Divelion charm. It flung him backwards onto the wall. The last shot I remembered was the Incarnatible spell. Draco shot it at me and it hit me right in the chest. I felt a wave of pain that was the most agonizing thing ever. A few minutes of that, I couldn't take it. I blacked out completely.

DRACO POV

I opened my eyes and once again I found myslef sitting up in bed. This wasn't a surprise to me. I never slept. I lay back into my pillows. The curtains were closed around me so I couldn't see if it was sunny out or not. I wouldn't want to miss another lesson of Garlacks in Mythical Creature study. Oh no. That would be terrible. Hmph. I didn't care. I flicked my wand and I found it pouring out. Again. I got up, undressed, wraped a towel around my waist. I started the water and looked into the mirror. There infront of me was the man I saw every morning. The pale skin was no different than it was three years ago. I looked around. It was the same old bathroom, same marble sink, same green tiling, and same reflection. I was getting sick and tired of all the same things. When I looked back into the mirror, memories flooded my mind.

I was five. I was just sitting on a swing on a little child's play-ground when a few older boys walked up to me. They pushed me from my swing onto the ground. It hurt but it wasn't anything I hadn't been through already. The boys hit me in the face a few times. I didn't fight back. I just let them hit me. They kicked me in the stomach, threw dirt at me. I hit my head on the pavement and one of the boys kicked it. That did it. I started crying.

I ran up to my father who had been talking to another adult, most likely a deatheater or someone from the ministry. I latched myself onto his leg and cryed up at him.

"Daddy! Those boys hit me!" My father looked down. So did the other man. He looked back up at Lucious and raised and eyebrow.

"This is him? You excpect us to accept him? You have to be kidding me." The man scoffed. Had I known what was coming for me, I would have straightened up and stopped my crying. But I was five and didn't know any better.

"Get off my, boy. What ever they did, you deserve it. It's going to be better than what I do when I'm through with you." My father hissed so that only I could hear him.

Later:

"Crucio," Lucious said, calmly. I caried out in pain. That was the first time I had that curse used on me.

"Stop dad! It hurts!" I cried. He didn't care. If he could he would kill me.

"Do not call me those foolish names! It's father!"

"Daddy!"

"CRUCIO!"

"FATHER! STOP FATHER!" I pleaded.

"Have you had enough?" I nodded, "Learn your lesson, have you?" I nodded again.

"Good. Now go to your room." And I scittered off to my room to cry.