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That night Ginny snuck out of the tower. Much to her luck, Ron was so deep in his chess game with Harry, he never noticed. Lying to Hermione was easy. The girl was so deep in her novel, she never saw Ginny walk the opposite direction.

Upon reaching the Room of Requirements, she saw Draco come out from his hiding place in the shadows, waiting her to arrive. Together they walked in. The room was set up similar to before when Harry broke up with her.

"So, Draco, what do you want?" she asked

Draco walked over to a chair and sat down. He gestured for her to sit down as well. "I just wanna talk. That's all."

Ginny followed his lead and sat down. "Ok. What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything," he replied.

"Draco, tell me a secret," she inquired.

Draco offered her a small smile. "Only if you tell me one too." With that said, Ginny nodded. "Being an only child may have had its perks. But it also had its downsides. My father waned perfection and the best out of me. I only got good things cause he said I deserved it. When things weren't to his standards, well, he would beat me. Broke bones, cursed me, threw me, hit me, kicked me, you name it. When he didn't beat me, I hurt myself. The great Draco Malfoy is truly weak inside."

Sniffling, Ginny got out of her chair and went over to him. She hugged him tightly. "You aren't weak. You are still here. You got through it. He's dead now. Not you."

Having his so called enemy next to him, hugging him and comforting him was actually kinda comforting. Without thinking, his arms wrapped around the red head's waist. "Your turn." He whispered to her.

Her body tensed. "Remember the Chamber of Secrets?" Draco nodded. "I opened it. I did all those terrible things. Your father slipped me Tom's diary. Tom was Voldamort's real name. Tom Riddle. I thought he cared about me. I really did. Then I realized it was all lies. He was just using me. Nothing he said was real." She started to cry.

Feeling sorry for her, he held her closer. At that time, he thought back to that time. She was only eleven then. How could his father do something so cruel to a child? It was worse than his own beatings. She didn't know any better. She was so innocent. But his father and Lord Voldamort had to go and shatter it. Suddenly he felt a hand on his cheek.

"Draco. There was nothing anyone could of done. Your father just really hated me," she choked out.

"No! You didn't deserve that. What my father did was wrong. Very wrong," he insisted.

All she did was nuzzle herself deeper into arms. For some reason, she felt very safe and content in his strong arms. They sat there for some time, just holding each other. Eventually, Draco found his voice to speak again. He steered them off the previous topics to talk about more common things.

It wasn't till after midnight that Ginny got back to the Tower. Draco had walked her the whole back. He hugged her before letting her ago. Whispering in her ear, he promised to always be there for her no matter what.

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