Ok, second chapter, five more to go. Even though these are old chapters written by Nightwing, reviews are appreciated! I'm hoping to get a story up here soon. What do you think?

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Chapter 2:

Your Choice

A bright light awoke Ginny, noticing the light was the only source of heat in the room. She sat up sore from the fight that had occured the previous day. She reached out her right hand for her wand. She sudenly realized what had happened. "I, I was captured." She whispered, a finger to her cut lip. She shivered in the cold rubbing her hands together. She looked towards the light on the floor. A muggle device, how unlike the Death Eaters. "A Passnight? a Plashlight, they left me a Plashlight." Ginny said coldly.

Ginny looked around. There were shattered pieces of wood around Ginny making her realize she was still in the dungeon where Draco had captured her. She closed her eyes wishing she was in Ron's arms again as he comforted her before the battle. She closed her eyes even tighter, fear and anger within her, remembering as Draco took over her body and killed Ron. "If the Death Eaters come, I cannot let them see me weak." Ginny told herself harshly, willing herself not to do anything stupid. She opened her eyes and picked up the small fragments of her wand and placing them in a small pile. Turning off the Plashlight. She sat down and noticed a small glimmer of light resting at her feet. She looked high up into the ceiling seeing a barred window with a cresent moon shining through.

Out of nowhere Ginny burst into tears, crying as if there was nothing left. But there was nothing left. Ron was all that was left of her family and now nothing.

"Weasley, you are the most pitiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on." Draco drawled walking down the stone steps to the dungeon, the echoing tap of his shoes on the stones sent chills down Ginny's spine.

"Is it a crime to miss your brother? I have nothing left! You, Voldemort, and the Death Eaters killed all that was left for me." Ginny snapped, wiping her tears away

"In the presense of the Dark Lord it is a crime. To miss something that was taken from you is a sign of weakness, the Dark Lord cannot tolerate weakness." Draco replied. He came closer to Ginny. "And as for having nothing left for you," he pulled Ginny to her feet and whispered in her ear, "what of Potter, Weasley? Don't you still love him?"

Ginny pushed away from him only to find her back against a wall, trapped. "And what good would that do if he loves another?" She spat, glaring at Draco. "Pining for someone who the whole world wants when he's only going to love one person and it won't be me."

"Then why pine after me?" Draco asked, stepping back.

"You're the one who needs love the most. You're the one who needs to feel what it's like to have a heart beating inside of you." Ginny answered sofly, a hand over her heart.

"And what good is a heart when it only bleeds, Weasley?" Draco spat angrily.

"What good is a person without a heart that can beat nor bleed, or even have joy fill their heart."

"You speak of childish things! Grow up Weasley! No one cares for a stupid little girl and their idiotic words of a heart."

"And if I don't grow up?"

"I will make you." Draco snapped.

"You can't make me do anything." Ginny replied.

"I made you murder your brother." Draco smirked causing Ginny to look at him angrily.

"You Jerk!" Ginny slapped Draco hard in the face. "No consent to anyone's feelings not even your own! I remember the battle. Your own mum was crying for your help and you didn't care, you were just having your own fun, never caring if your mother died, and you know what Malfoy, SHE DID. Just because you could care less about how your mother was feeling, she was in pain Malfoy and you couldn't care less."

"Weasley you know nothing of Death Eaters! If they die, they die! You take revenge in the following battle!" Draco yelled at her.

"And what good would that do? You're still a fighting hand short! You're still not going to bring the Death Eater back!" Ginny yelled back.

"And what would happen if I had left my station and saved my mum? I wouldn't have had you kill your brother, I wouldn't have injured other people from the Order. Pulling away when someone gets hurt and coming back with the idiotic reinforcements. Saving life that should have died on the battle field!" Draco snapped, his wand pressed firmly to Ginny's throat.

"And if they shouldn't die on the battle field? What if they're supposed to live to a ripe old age but with some scars and bruises in their life? But you let your mum die Draco. It was your choice, wether or not to save her, wether or not to let her give life a second chance. It was your choice and you chose not to save her." Ginny whispered, her eyes boring into Draco's. He pulled his wand away and pushed her to the floor.

"You're food's on a tray, find it and feed your worthless self." Draco seethed before leaving the room.

Ooo... That was hurtful... Stabbing backs, always an interesting feeling...

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Slow and Silent, my snow keeps falling, Pure and Undefiled...

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