-Chapter Two-

"It's me Tom. Do you trust me Ginerva? Come, take my hand. I won't hurt you."

"No..." mumbled Ginny in her sleep. Yet in her dream her hand moved against her will to grip Tom Riddle's.

"Ginny, you know I love you, and if you love me. You will do this one thing for me."

"Please, no! Stop! I'm not yours, you can't!" continued Ginny, getting quite emotional.

"You're mine, you are under my will. Kill them Ginny, kill them all. And once you've cleaned out all the mudbloods, kill the traitors. Starting with… Draco Xavier Malfoy."

"I don't want to kill anyone! No, leave me be. Please, I've done nothing." Ginny began writhing within her sheets. Pure fear coursed through her as she felt Tom's strange power begin to constrict her from within. Pressuring her every cell. Forcing her to do his bidding.

"I love you…"

These words which would have made most people feel good, made Ginny fear like nothing else. These words she badly needed to hear when she was in her first year now made her blood run cold. Finally she managed to dictate some of her actions and managed to whisper "no Tom. I don't love you, I hate you. You don't love me at all."

Tom Riddle's face contorted from his usual cold yet handsome face to a disgusting leering monster, looking nothing like the original yet seemingly similar.

"Silly insolent girl!" hissed Tom. "You'll be sorry," he whispered out the last part. Ginny screamed but her self conscience constricted her throat so no sound came out. Tom now had transformed into a different version of Lord Voldemort.

He was so scary.

He seemed to grow taller, his features, more sinister. His eyes sunk back into his head yet gleamed with such evil that Ginny couldn't think. Her mind froze on those frightening eyes. Then her thoughts were distracted when Tom opened his mouth and showed his surprisingly white and clean teeth.

Voldemort's fingernails lengthened and sharpened, and they rested on Ginny's heart.

"And you could have been so, so much more," rasped out Voldemort. It was at that moment Ginny's fear knew no bounds.

Because at that moment, Voldemort shoved his fingers right into Ginny's heart. At the same time, Ginny's hazel eyes flew open and she started to gasp for breath. There was no Tom in front of her. Leering at her as if he knew everything about her… and more.

A few hundred meters away in the Slytherin common room, seventh year boys' dorm, Draco Malfoy woke up gasping. He had no idea why since he was having a dreamless sleep. But he had felt so much fear, that it was impossible to retain it sleep at all. All he could perceive was it had to do with Ginny Weasley and Voldemort.

He glanced at his watch and it read 4:27 am. Draco decided he couldn't get back to sleep, even if he wanted to.

Ginny gagged whilst trying to get her breath back, and clutched at her chest. She removed her hand and rubbed it against another to check if there was any blood.

No blood.

Soon, Ginny's breathing rate returned to normal, and she started to cry. She occasionally dreamed about Tom, but it was always of when he was sweet and caring. Never, ever, had his memory taken over her like that, but it had just then. And Ginny felt like she was going to throw up.

She rushed to the sixth year girls' bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet. She felt a lurch in her stomach but nothing came up since she hadn't eaten anything since dinner the previous night. Checking her watch, she noted it was 4:30 am. Ginny was desperately tired, but far too scared to trust herself to sleep.

Ginny decided to get dressed and go down to the kitchens. She knew the house elves would love to give her something to eat. And seeing the little creatures bustling about preparing breakfast would help Ginny relax.­

Draco was sitting on a chair by a small coffee table inside the kitchens, sipping his double hot chocolate, contemplating what had woken him up. It was so strange that something so random, and something with so much emotion could wake him up so suddenly. And since for some reason he knew it had to do with Ginny, it made him want to know her even more.

And it was just at that moment the big portrait of fruit swung open, revealing a very upset Ginny. Draco was very struck by her sad beauty. He watched her smile gently at the house elves and she asked for a double hot chocolate once they questioned her with orders.

'Just like what I have right now,' thought Draco. As Ginny stood waiting stock-still for her beverage, she began shaking silently. Draco looked carefully, and he could see tears rolling down her cheeks.

Immediately concerned, Draco walked silently over to Ginny and touched her arm gently, asking "Ginny, are you alright?"

The effect was immediate. Ginny let out a frightened gasp and jumped away from his touch. Suddenly her legs gave way and she fell onto the floor in heap and began sobbing uncontrollably. Draco was left standing with his fingers poised where Ginny's shoulder used to be.

Draco leaned down slowly and took Ginny by the shoulders. He knew she would start struggling out of his grasp, but he held, because he knew just having someone holding her in a non-threatening way would help remedy the sobbing.

And hold her Draco did. After a few seconds of Ginny writhing around, she calmed down when she realized he wasn't going to hurt her. It was ten minutes after the sobbing subsided into soft hiccups, and five minutes before Ginny had normal breathing again.

Draco simply held her, though he was dying of curiosity, he just couldn't bring himself to push her to answer. For some reason, Ginny Weasley had woken up very early in the morning just as he had, and was now very frightened and very upset.

The possibility of rape went through Draco's mind, but he couldn't be sure. He was pretty certain she'd fight tooth and nail to not let another male touch her if that was the case.

Ginny was sitting on the floor with Draco. Her body was tucked in close with his legs, her upper body leaning on his chest. Draco decided he wouldn't mind holding her so close for longer when Ginny suddenly gasped and tried to get up.

"Ginny, it's me Draco. What happened?" asked Draco, pulling her back down before she could get away.

"I don't want to sleep, ever again," was Ginny's frightened reply. Then it was followed by silence. Ginny soon got a grip of herself and realized what position she was in. A blush followed immediately.

She made a move to get up and this time Draco didn't stop her.

'Oh my god Draco Malfoy just held me in his arms while I was pouring my eyes out. What's going on? I think I'm going crazy!' thought Ginny, whilst standing around awkwardly waiting for Draco to get back up.

"Would you like some luke-warm hot chocolate?" said Draco, gesturing towards the coffee table which now had two mugs on it. Ginny remained silent and indecisive. She was still confused that Draco had been so nice to her, but every time she looked at him, hate welled up inside her body, that sometimes it was all she could do not to scream at him.

"You could at least owe me a reason for your breakdown," continued Draco. Yet strangely it was not in a forceful way. It was a guarded request, but Ginny could sense the persuasion and his curiosity.

Still, Ginny was silent. She just couldn't decide what to do.

Finally, Draco said "hot chocolate after you've had a rough time? No talking necessary." Ginny nodded and walked shakily over to the coffee table and sat herself down. Draco followed in suit and lowered himself onto the chair, taking his hot chocolate in his hands.

They sat together in silence for about ten minutes when Draco suddenly asked "Did you happen to have a dream with Lord Voldemort in it?"

There was an immediate effect on Ginny. Her eyes when wide, she started trembling and clutched at her chest. "How do you know?" she managed to whisper.

"I'm not too sure. I just suddenly woke up this morning and all I knew was it had to do with you and Voldemort," replied Draco, looking at Ginny in a concerned and curious manner.

Ginny stared back at Draco, suddenly enraptured by his eyes. She could feel her self becoming lost in them. It was only when Draco blinked Ginny snapped out of it. Draco noted her actions and tried not to smirk. His eyes always were one of his best features.

"What happened, why did you start crying?"

Ginny couldn't help but answer. "I had a dream. It was the most horrible dream I can remember…" Ginny paused to shudder. Draco inched closer to her. "I was refusing to kill… some people. And he got so angry." Ginny had to stop for a bit to get her wits together to say the next part.

Draco took that moment to add in a few words. "I know how angry he can get Ginny. He changes. I think he is fear himself."

Ginny only looked solemnly at him. Her thoughts suddenly all combusted at this piece of information. It answered a few questions she had about Draco, but asked so much more. But Ginny still saw the bigger picture.

Draco was someone who would understand. And she would find out about his past. But at that moment she still had to finish telling Draco about her dream.

"Yes, yes he can be. Well anyway, his whole face just warped into something so sinister yet so uniquely Tom. Then, his fingernails grew, and sharpened…" Ginny gulped and finished with "and he shoved them into my heart. I've never been so scared. I couldn't breathe. Oh god… why me?"

Tears began rolling down Ginny's cheek again. "You came down here because you couldn't sleep?" asked Draco. Ginny nodded in response.

Draco stood up and enveloped Ginny in a hug, letting her bury her head into his strong shoulder. He didn't know why he was hugging the youngest Weasley, or why he suddenly felt so attracted to her, or why their sleep were connected in some way. All Draco knew was that even though holding Ginny Weasley was supposed to be wrong, it just felt so right.