Rated 'M' for a reason, folks!

Chapter 35

overcome by the enemy,
I run back up to my room,
where I find your ruins,
and love, will you make a fool of me,
you got me doing things,
I never would believe.

Stabilo- "Enemy"

Nothing ever seemed to go the way she hoped that they would. She felt as if her head was in a constant battle with the rest of her body, as if her body wanted something that her mind knew that she shouldn't have. Her heart seemed to have abandoned the battle long ago, betraying her with its traitorous desires. Her head was all that she had left to rely on, even if she seemed to over think her decisions.

As she sat across from Harry at their usual well-worn booth, she wondered why he loved her. He said those three little words so easily and so often now that it physically hurt her every time she could not, in good conscience, return the sentiment. He deserved to be loved, he deserved her love. His childhood had been so harsh, and then he had been thrust into a world that he knew nothing about, tormented by a man that had killed his parents.

Over the years, she and Harry had been through so much together: History, Baggage, Affection, and Pain. Her family adored him, and together, she and Harry had been the 'golden couple'.

Still, something wasn't right. She had tried for the last week to force herself to feel something other than friendship for him. Her feelings for him ran strong, but it wasn't love. Her heart didn't race when they kissed; her chest didn't swell with adoration every time he did or said something sweet.

Ginny shifted in her seat, the leather was cracked in places and the chairs were so old that even magic wouldn't be able to fully fix them. For the past week, she and Harry had gone on a date every night, and every night he would hint to her that he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. Every night, she realized that she didn't want to. She would have to end it. She didn't want to lead him on, and she didn't want to feel as if she were using him.

'The only problem…' she thought, looking up into his green eyes as he laughed at something that someone had said in the dimly lit room. 'Is that I don't want to hurt him.'

It was difficult, to love someone but to not be in love with them.

She swallowed thickly, forcing down the lump in her throat as he turned a sparkling smile towards her. "Harry," she said, gaining his full attention. Her brows furrowed over a deep frown as her words froze on her tongue.

I can't be with you.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm not in love with you.

I value you as a friend.

I'm sorry.

Her head was spinning as she tried to think of the perfect words to say, the perfect way to form her sentences so that he wouldn't be hurt. So that he would understand.

She searched the pub as if the walls, windows, or patrons would hold her answers. She skimmed the faces of the men sitting at the bar and of the people milling around, finding their seats, laughing with friends. It was a sea of brightly colored hair and cloths.

"—Harry," she tried again, her eyes flitting around the room as she thought. "I don't…"

She stopped breathing, her gaze catching on shoulder length blond hair, hair that seemed to be both spun of gold and lined with silver. What is He doing here? she wondered, watching as that same blond head turned a corner, heading down the hall that led to the kitchen and the bathrooms. When had he entered? Her back was to the door; she wouldn't have seen him. Had Harry seen him?

"Are you alright, Gin?" Harry asked, placing a hand over hers on the table.

She turned wide eyes to her date and nodded. "Yeah, I just don't feel very well," she said, glancing at the hallway that her partner had traveled down. "I-I'm going to go to the loo. I'll be right back," she added distractedly, already standing from her seat.

As if she were being pulled, Ginny made her way past the bar and to the open doorway to the hall. She placed a hand on the door frame and paused for a millisecond before continuing, the raucous sounds of the pub falling away as her heartbeat pounded in her ears, racing beyond control.

The hallway was dark, a light overhead emitting fuzzy glow that pulsed in and out as it swung on its hinge. There was a moth that buzzed around it merrily, fluttering its wings against the glass of the lantern. The kitchen was down another, much shorter, corridor to her left and the bathrooms loomed ahead of her. The two doors, marked for their designated sexes were open wide as if they had just been cleaned, and as Ginny peered inside, she saw no sign of a roaming Draco Malfoy.

She back-tracked a few steps and searched the kitchen. Still, he was no where to be seen.

She shoved a few locks of hair behind her ear and sighed tiredly. "I'm imagining things," she whispered to herself, turning the corner and heading into the ladies room.

She shut the door behind herself and turned to the sink, twisting the knob that said cold and letting the water fill her cupped palms. She lowered her head and carried her hands to her cheeks, splashing her face and refreshing her mind. Pulling a towel from the rack to her side, she looked in the mirror as she blotted the cool water from her skin. Her hand stilled as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

She spun around, wet strands of hair spinning around her shoulders as she turned to glare at the man leaning casually against the back wall. He had been waiting for her. "What are you doing here?" she hissed.

He smirked at her, flicking his wand towards the door and muttering silencing and locking spells under his breath. He couldn't have her leaving.

She scowled at him and he shrugged. "What are you doing here?" he asked, turning her question around on her as he pushed himself away from the wall.

"I am on a date."

His eyes flashed dangerously, "With wonder boy? Your future husband?"

"What are you talking ab—"

His nostrils flared in anger. "You know what I'm talking about. You and Potter, happily ever after. Its everything you've ever wante—"

Smack. The soundwas startling in the small room, and Ginny watched, her breathing heavy with fury as a pink handprint formed on his pale cheek. "I told you, a long time ago that you know nothing about what I want." She seethed as Draco touched his cheek lightly.

"Well, what do you expect me to think? You flaunt those roses as if he performed some sort of miracle, dancing around and making a fool of yourself."

"What do the roses have to do with anything? It was a nice gesture, and I wasn't all that excited about them. It was Clara that was fawning all over them."

"Clara?"

"Yes! I don't even know why I'm explaining anything to you. It's none of your business! My boyfriend is out there, waiting for me, and I'm in here, trapped by my overly jealous arsehole partner," she screamed, and Draco flushed bright red with anger and embarrassment.

"Gods, I don't know what I see in you. You're a harpy. Violent, out spoken, opinionated, obstinate!" he yelled, gesturing with his other hand.

"And you're a stuck up snob! A crude and arrogant Neanderthal!"

He glowered at her, his silver eyes turning stormy.

Ginny sighed, throwing her hands up into the air. "What do youwant, Draco? Why did you come here?"

"I wanted to apologize," he snarled.

"Apologize?" she questioned with a laugh, "You never apologize for anything. It's part of the Malfoy code."

"Maybe the code needs to go through some changes," he said defensively, and Ginny eyed him curiously.

"Fine, say your piece and then let me out," she instructed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Draco coughed lightly and ran a hand through his thick blond hair, ignoring the haughty look that Ginny was tossing his way. "I wanted to apologize for—for not telling you about Blaise, for being a prat for the last few weeks. I never wanted to lose your trust; it means a lot to me, but so does Blaise," he admitted, his fingers reaching forward as if he wanted to hold her and then falling to his sides in defeat.

"You said some pretty shit things to me," she whispered.

"I didn't mean that about your brothers. I was angry."

"I know," Ginny offered quietly. "I shouldn't have said anything about your mum."

He nodded, and Ginny looked up into his face. He looked so lost. It had taken a lot of strength to admit that he was in the wrong. To apologize.

With a small smile, she entwined her fingers with his, a jolt of electricity traveling through her body at the simple touch. "I'm sorry that I'm a violent harpy," she said, grinning up at him and tracing the line of her hand print on his skin apologetically.

He smiled down at her, catching her hand in his own and kissing her fingertips. Her lips parted slightly as she looked into his eyes. There was something there, swirling in the silver depths. Something that called to her and twisted her insides, reminding her of the moth in the hall, helpless against the light's pull. Her heart did a strange sort of flip-flop in her chest as he bent his head, leaning towards her. I want this. Her body screamed at her and she started with a gasp, pulling herself away from his arms. She scolded her body for going against her better sense.

Draco cursed mentally, placing a hand on her shoulder and turning her to face him. "What's wrong?"

She looked at him, her lips pouted and pink and tears of frustration swimming in her eyes. "This isn't fair! You're not supposed to make me feel so…"

"How do I make you feel?" he prodded, stepping towards her as she took equal steps back.

"Confused," she whispered, goose bumps rising on her flesh.

"What reason is there for confusion? You do what you want and avoid what you don't."

"I don't want you," she argued, her back hitting the sink. There was no more room to move away from him. He placed his hands on the sides of the sink, trapping her. He brought his head down to hers, their breath mingling together and their chests pressing against one another with every inhalation.

"You did once. Do you remember Paris? The way you clung to me? You kissed me first that day," he said seductively, his lips only a hairs-breadth away from her own, but he wouldn't kiss her. Not yet. It would be her decision; he needed to know that she wanted him.

"I remember," she spat.

"Do you ever wonder if things would be different now, if we had given in that day?"

"No," she lied, turning her head away from his piercing stare and leaving the column of her neck unprotected. His lips hovered over the skin there, longing to taste her.

"Don't you ever get tired of fighting it, Ginny?" he mumbled, his voice husky with restraint.

She closed her eyes tightly, arching her back and spread her legs slightly, her thighs rubbing against his so that their bodies were touching at every point. Yes! she wanted to scream, but she kept her lips pressed tightly together, refusing to let the word escape. I will not be weak.

"You make me feel so weak," Draco said, and Ginny's eyes shot open as he said the words that she had been thinking. Their eyes met and Ginny could see all of his walls falling away, desperation and raw emotion replacing the steal bars of his resolve.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she wondered aloud, white hot desire shooting through her system.

"Because you don't want me to," he said in response, their noses rubbing against each other as Ginny threaded her fingers in his hair, tilting her head and lowering his mouth to hers.

His lips were hot and persistent as they slid against hers urgently, sending pleasure jolting through her body. His kiss, his touch, everything about him was electric. She opened her mouth willingly, deepening the kiss and reveling in the moan that escaped him as he thrust his tongue inside. It was a strange feeling that encased her body as his kissed her; it was as if she were floating or blissfully numb. All that she could feel was the hard flat planes of his body crushing her soft curves against the sink as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her flush against him.

She whimpered as he pressed one of his hands to her stomach, sliding the other one across her rib cage, his fingers splaying over her side as they traveled north. Her heart was thrumming hard and fast under his touch, and she was sure that he could feel it as his fingers slid up to her breast.

She pressed her chest against his hand and he cupped her, plucking her nipple through her clothing. Her pelvis jerked against his, and with a possessive growl, he lowered his hands to her arse, lifting her up until she was sitting on the mouth of the sink, the porcelain basin slamming against the wall with a 'clink'.

He pulled her to the edge, his hips resting between her legs as he rolled his lower body against her. Ginny pulled away from his lips, bracing herself on the sink with her hands as she rubbed against him, her eyes heavy-lidded as he assaulted her neck, his hands massaging her thighs as they moved together, the fabric of their jeans creating pleasure-pain friction between them.

Draco bit down on the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck and Ginny cried out, shaking as she laid a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly so she could focus her intense gaze on his face.

'Please don't make me stop,' Draco groaned at the thought.

"Take me home," she moaned, licking her lips.

Draco grinned, his eyes flicking from her lips and back again before nipping lightly at her chin. "Hold on tight," he commanded as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs tightening around his waist as he waved his wand, Disapparating.

When they landed, they were standing on the stairwell of Malfoy Manor. Draco lost his balance slightly and slammed Ginny into the wall to catch himself, his hips pressing into hers roughly as his mouth crashed down on hers once more.

She raised a hand above her head, clawing at the paint behind her as he pressed her further into the wall, thrusting against her. She lowered her legs from around his hips and tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, undoing its buttons as they kissed. She pulled his shirt out of his slacks and undid every button before shoving it down and off of his shoulders.

"Cuff links," he grunted, pulling away and sliding the buttons out of their holes, the shirt fluttering to the floor. He grabbed the hemline of her cotton shirt roughly and yanked it over her head, wanting to feel her naked skin against his own. Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra as she suckled his neck, his hands meeting bare flesh as he cupped her breasts.

They stumbled up the stairs, hands and mouths everywhere as they crashed into his bedroom. With a triumphant roar, he grabbed her thighs, lifting her up so that she had to wrap her legs around him once more as they toppled over onto his large mattress.

He propped himself up on his arms and knees, leaning over her as he looked at her naked torso. He took one of her nipples in his mouth as he fumbled with the button to her pants. She moaned, wiggling her hips as he stripped her down, tugging her knickers down with her pants, her shoes clattering to the floor.

She imagined that she should have felt more ashamed under his eyes. Meek and modest, covering her figure with the pillows that her head was currently resting on, but his gaze was so reverent, as if this moment was everything that he could have ever asked for.

They studied each other in awe, nimble fingers taunting, caressing, and squeezing. Every imperfection was laid bare. Ginny's breath caught as she charted his body, with every scar was a memory or a question; with every touch she became more and more undone.

He laid over her and she found that she enjoyed his weight on top of her as his hands explored her body, stroking her in firm, round circles. He peppered kisses down her stomach, sliding his warm lips over the scar that marred her lower belly.

Ginny gasped at the softness of his touch. She writhed under him, closing her eyes and sucking in a breath as his lips trailed down and in between her legs. He sucked at the skin of her inner thighs, teasing her and loving the way her hips moved, bucking towards him, as if to show him where she wanted to be touched.

With a smile he moved closer to her sex, running his tongue along its length and making the woman beneath him shiver. He focused on her pleasure, keeping his touch feather light but firm as he flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves near the top, spreading her folds with his fingers. Her warmth seeped into his hands and he groaned at how wet she was.

Ginny let out a small moan as he brought his mouth down on her clit and sucked it between his lips softly. He entered a digit into her slowly, and she whimpered as he began to move it inside of her. One of his hands came up to knead her breast, and Ginny cried out, thrusting her hips towards him wantonly. Her fingers speared through his hair, pressing him against her as she screamed, her orgasm rippling over her.

She could feel the bed move as he shifted back onto his knees, and she opened her eyes blearily, taking in the supercilious smirk and adoring eyes as he kissed and sucked his way back up her body. He settled over her, taking her lips once more. She kissed him back earnestly and he felt himself drowning in her passion.

He pulled away to look at her. To make sure that this was what she wanted, and when he looked at her face, she was looking back at him in lust; her eyes dark and tempting. She placed her hand over his chest and trailed down, her fingers surrounding him in a gentle grip. He closed his eyes, sweat breaking out along his hair line as she touched him, leading him to her entrance.

He sunk into her slowly, cupping her breast and tucking his head in the crook of her neck as he filled her to the hilt. She moaned as she wrapped her legs around him, angling her hips so that he could slide in even farther. He moved his hands to her thighs, spreading her open and pushing her legs further back as he began to stroke in and out of her. It was too much too soon. He had waited so long for this, to feel the sense of completeness that came from being so close to her. He wasn't going to last long.

She rolled her hips against him, her mouth open and her face turned to the side while her fingers fisted in the blankets under her. It felt amazing, and as she screamed in pleasure, she trailed her nails down his back, marking him and causing him to shuddered over her. He was slamming into her violently now, their passion out of control.

"Oh gods! I'm going to—"

"Ginny!"he grunted, biting down on her shoulder as he thrust into one last time, his body spasming as he came.

She watched him sleep; feeling conflicted as she brushed his hair away from his face. He was handsome, she admitted to herself as she peered at him in the dark. She smiled lightly, kicking her legs over the side of the bed and searching the floor for her fallen clothing. She needed to get home. As usual, she couldn't sleep, and being in a strange bed-- beside one of the reasons that she couldn't sleep-- was not helping. She needed her own bed with its old springs and her cat sleeping beside her.

As quietly as she could muster, Ginny found her clothes and dressed herself. She dragged her hands down the wall as she moved down the hallway towards the stairs, letting them lead her. As she found her way to the main hall, she decided that Malfoy Manor was very spooky at night, with its large shadows and long billowing curtains. Every statue looked dubious and every portrait followed her with their eyes, whispering amongst themselves.

She glanced into the study to her left, considering the Floo before remembering that she had turned off her Floo at home. She searched her pockets for her wand and walked out the large front door, closing it quietly before Disapparating home.

She awoke only a few hours later to loud pounding at her front door. She moved sluggishly, dressing herself and calling that she would be there "in a minute!" She sneered at the clock; she was due at work in fifteen minutes. She didn't even remember turning her alarm clock off.

Ginny ambled towards her front door, swinging her bag over her shoulder before opening the door to her early visitor. "Good morning," she mumbled, blinking up at the dark haired man standing before her. Her eyes widened in realization. "Harry…"

"Hey, are you feeling better?" he asked, concern coating his words as he looked at her. "I was worried."

"Oh. Yes, I'm feeling much better, thanks. It must've been a twenty-four hour bug." She cringed as the lie fell from her lips. "I'm sorry that I worried you," she finished, wishing that the ground would swallow her whole as guilt swarmed her.

'Betrayal' her mind cooed, and she felt sick, her stomach twisting in knots.

"It's not a problem. I was just worried. You went to the loo and never came out. I reckoned you must've been pretty sick to have left like that," he said with a small smile. He shoved one hand in his pocket and offered her the other one. "Mind if I walk you to work?"

Ginny shook her head numbly as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs. Suddenly, she felt dirty, and all of the reasons that she had had for being with Draco last night became accusations, staring her in the face.

Scarlet Woman.

Harlot.

Last night with Draco, Ginny had felt better than she had in years. Now she felt worse than ever before. Any joy that she had felt last night now seemed sinful, any pleasure now seemed painful.

As Harry tugged her down the street, Ginny closed her eyes, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. She never wanted to hurt Harry. He deserved better than this.

She stayed silent as they entered the Ministry, and as she walked into her office, she had to thank whatever god that had been watching out for her— Draco wasn't at work yet.

"What do you have for me, Auror Douglas?" Kingsley asked in his deep baritone.

The balding man grinned, placing a small glass orb on the Head Auror's desk. To the untrained eye, the orb would look like a Remeberall, boring in its simplicity, but Kingsley Shacklebolt recognized it for what it was. It was a Projectorall, a small recording device that could hold hours of footage or just small clips.

He sat patiently as Auror Douglas tapped the ball with his wand. The ball spun as if on an invisible axis, light shining from the top and sides, projecting a clear picture onto the room's white side wall.

"It took days to find it, but its here," Douglas said, tapping the ball again and moving the video in fast forward, hitting play when he found the place where he wanted to start.

The scene played out in front of them slowly. They could see Antonin Dolohov's cell at St. Mungo's. Dolohov sat in the corner, near the window, and they could see that outside stars were shining in a dark sky.

Auror Douglas fast forwarded for another minute and then rewound as they saw a figure enter the cell. He pressed play again so that they could get a clear look at Dolohov's midnight visitor. He zoomed in on the picture as a short and plump woman rushed into the cell. Dolohov stood from his spot, opening his arms for the woman, and they held each other, their mouths meeting in a more-than-friendly kiss. The picture froze as Mr. Douglas pressed the pause button, the couple on the 'screen' still lost in each other's embrace.

"Who is that woman?" Kingsely asked gruffly, shifting in his seat.

"That is Antonin Dolohov's Mind Healer. Doctor Elnora Ridge," he answered excitedly. "Just wait; it gets even better," he said in response to his boss' furious look. He pressed play and the projected couple separated, talking for a moment as they continued touching, then Dr. Ridge nodded, backing away from her lover and waving her wand at the cell's window. She kissed her lover once more and then backed away, watching as he turned into a small sparrow, flying around her and then out the window and into the night.

The Projectorall turned itself off with a quiet click, and Auror Douglas could see that Kingsley was ready to explode.

"I want that woman brought in, now! How dare she?!" he roared, slamming his hand down on the table. The wards at the hospital were old and strong magic, and every doctor's magical signature was keyed to the wards so that they could take them down and put them back up as needed. Dr. Ridge had some explaining to do, and as far as Kingsley was concerned, she could answer them behind bars. "Get me Weasley and Malfoy," he shouted, and Auror Douglas nodded with a grin as he hurried to comply. It was time to bring down the bad guys! He really did love his job.

Draco's day was not going well. First, he had woken up alone, when he had fully expected to wake to a beautiful redhead. Then he was late to work, and even worse, as soon as he had arrived he had been sent to Kingsley's office.

To top it all off, his partner couldn't seem to be bothered to even look at him.

Draco scoffed moodily as they entered the hospital, Auror Tonks leading the way to the mental ward. Kingsley had ordered that all three of them make the trip.

'In case of surprises.'

Nurses and other hospital staff skittered out of their way as they glided down the hall in their Ministry issue robes. An Auror in official uniform was intimidating, and civilians knew that it meant something big was going down. Their outer robes were a deep mahogany lined with midnight blue. The Ministry crest was sewn to the chest, just left of the lapel, and another, smaller crest that denoted their station as an Auror was sewn to the right.

They didn't even bother to show their badges to the stuttering guard that was fumbling over himself as they passed him by, storming into the Mental Ward, cloaks flying behind them regally.

They barged into Dr. Ridge's office grabbing the older woman by her upper arms, locking her wrists into place behind her back. As Tonks spoke, searching their prisoner, Dr. Ridge nodded, her eyes misting as if she had expected this to happen but was still horrified. "You are under arrest for crimes against the Ministry of Magic. You are being charged with aiding and assisting a known Death Eater under your care—"

"He loves me!"

Tonks rolled her eyes heavenward and continued with her speech. "You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Do you understand?"

"Yes," the woman sobbed.

"Anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?" Tonks droned in the background as Draco and Ginny searched the office.

"We're in love! You can't keep me from him!"

Draco turned on the woman. "He used you to his advantage. He does not love you."

Dr. Ridge sobbed, and Draco scowled at her, noticing the Hufflepuff crest resting in its frame on the wall. Figures."If you're really lucky, maybe your cell will be beside his," he added bitterly, heading out of the room at Tonks' nod and down the hall.

Ginny pulled the bolt through the lock of Dolohov's cell and Draco marched inside. The man on the bed grinned at them ferociously and Draco smirked, waving his wand at the back window so that brick wall filled the only other exit to the room.

Dolohov looked from the now brick-covered window and back to the blond man in front of him, his grin fading into an angry grimace.

He had been found out.

"You are under arrest for crimes against the Ministry of Magic. You are being charged with…" Ginny said as Draco locked the man's arms into position.

The prisoners were brought in calmly, taken into the interrogation rooms where their requested counsel was already waiting. Kingsley had ordered for the questioning to begin the next day. He wanted to give the suspects time to realize 'what was at stake.' With the proof that the Ministry had on hand, he was sure that they would realize that it would be in their best interest to cooperate.

Ginny and Draco returned to their office in silence, neither knowing what to say. Draco walked over to his desk, flipping through some papers and glancing at his partner out of the corner of his eye as she shut the office door. He stood, facing her as she turned towards him. He squared his shoulders and lifted his head, staring down the bridge of his nose and into her troubled brown eyes. "Are we just going to ignore--" he started only to be cut off as Ginny blurted her thoughts out.

"Last night should not have happened."

"Really?" Draco asked coolly, his mask firmly in place, covering the sting he felt at her words.

"It-It wasn't right. It wasn't fair to Harry. He loves me."

"Do you love him?"

"…"

"Do you?" he asked more fiercely.

"…"

"Damn it, Ginny!" Draco yelled as he moved into her space, his hands gripping her shoulders as he pulled her in for a deep kiss. She didn't fight it, just let her body respond, her arms winding around his neck and her body pressing further against him until their bodies seemed to become one vessel for two souls.

He pushed her against the wall, lifting her legs around his waist and jerking his hips against hers, their mouths never parting. Memories of the previous night assaulted her and she gasped, his tongue thrusting past her lips, forcing her to feel. Forcing her to remember every touch, every lingering kiss, and every electric climax.

As the familiar wetness pooled between her legs, her guilt and self disgust seeped into her mind and she reluctantly pulled her mouth away, leaning her head against his shoulder, breathing in short gasps. "We can't. I can't"

Draco sighed, laying his head against hers and closing his eyes tightly. She placed one foot back on the floor and he stepped back as she stood in front of him once more. Draco looked at her, searching her face, anger filling his chest. He was being rejected. Rejected and humiliated by the only woman he had ever… for a man who didn't even know her.

"He doesn't love you," Draco spat, and Ginny flinched. "He may say he does, but he doesn't. He loves someone who doesn't even exist! And you're just going to stay with him when you can't even say whether you care about him or not?!"

"Don't you dare presume to know anything about Harry's feelings!"

"Ask him then! Ask him why he loves you, what he loves about you, and you will see that I'm right!"

"Why do you even care? I was just another fuck, right? Just a way for you to have one-up on Harry bleeding Potter and--" she screamed, her voice growing hoarse.

"I care because I'm in love with you!" he shouted, and Ginny blinked, her body frozen in shock.

He loves me…

Draco fisted a hand in his hair. He couldn't even look at her now. She knew, and that gave her power. The power to break him. "Fuck," he said between gritted teeth. "Gods, I'm an idiot," he muttered before pushing past her and walking out the door, slamming it behind him.

Ginny stood there, a strange pounding cantering against her temples. Her sight seemed to pulse in and out of focus and as she squeezed her hands into fists she realized that her fingers felt numb and her limbs like jell-o. "Draco," she whispered, her knees knocking together as she tried to walk towards a desk that seemed to waver like ocean water. Her chest seemed to tingle and her lungs felt like they were on fire, her breath becoming caught in her throat, stuck on an exhale. She was motionless for an unknown amount of time when she heard the door creak open.

"Ginny?" She heard Clara's voice call distantly. "Are you alright?"

Her head was swimming and she managed a brief nod. She swayed on her feet and Clara grabbed her elbow to steady her.

"Ginny?" Her friend's voice echoed in her ears until it became unrecognizable.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion and as her vision became tunneled, she blearily reached out for something, anything, to hold onto. Her body lurched forward as the world fell away, the universe fading to black as her eyes rolled to white, and she collapsed to the floor.

"GINNY!"

A/N: Ok, when they arrested Dr. Ridge I mixed the U.S Miranda Rights speech with what information I could find of Canada's Charter of Rights and Freedoms. I am assuming that England has something similar but could not find any information. So once again my information may prove to be a little wonky.

Wow, this chapter was rough but…there was SEX! OMG!

Poor Ginny and Draco :c(

Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys are awesome and don't worry, a happy ending is in the works! Love you guys!