Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR.

A/N:Snowfire81 had asked if I left something out in the last chapter. The answer is No, I didn't. It all follows this twisted little imagination I have for Draco and Ginny. There are clues thru out the story that, if put together correctly, will lead you to all of your answers. Now on with the story.

All of my memories
Keep you near
In silent moments
Imagine you'd be here
All of my memories
Keep you near
The silent whispers, silent tears

'That..that..ahhhhhh' Ginny was at a loss of words. She was sitting on her bed in the dorm, fuming and cursing like a sailor.

Draco Malfoy! This evil little cockroach! How DARE him! He not only had the guts to write in HER journal, but probably also read what she had written into it. Did he know about her crush on Harry from the previous years? Her fears? Did he know what she had said about him?

'This is infuriating, how could he?' But then again, Draco was a Slytherin after all and this was just what they were known for.

'I will not go up to the Astronomy Tower. It's probably a trap anyway. Maybe even a way for Lord Voldemort to get to one of Harry's friends and kidnap her.' No, she would not go. It was final. But somehow she was intrigued to know what Draco could have possible wanted from her.

It was a cloudless night, not too cold yet. The stars were sparkling over the Highlands and drenching the castle into a silvery glow. Even the Forbidden Forest seemed less frightening this night.

It was almost eleven o'clock and a lonesome figure was standing atop of the Astronomy Tower, waiting. Waiting for her. Would she show up? Draco sure hoped so. There was so much he wanted to tell her. But with her a Gryffindor and him a Slytherin, it wasn't really wise to be seen together unless you were engaged in a duel. So he kept waiting.

The time ticked by and at half past eleven, Draco knew she wouldn't show. 'Where is that famous Gryffindor bravery? 'Draco was fuming. 'How DARE her??' All this sneaking around the castle for nothing. NOTHING. He turned around and kicked the first thing that came into his range. Unlucky for him it was a solid wall, so when his foot connected with it, a sharp pain ran up his foot and into his leg.

'Great, now I even ruined my shoe and maybe bruised or even broken a tow or two.' The night could not get any worse.

As he made his way down into the dungeons, he contemplated on how to make her pay for the missed meeting. No one treats a Malfoy that way, without repercussions. He could always take it out on Granger or Potter, but that wouldn't be as satisfactory as he wanted. He had to hit her where it hurt.

Ginny woke early the next day, trying to remember the dream she had that night. It seemed important, but she couldn't remember what it was about. The only thing that had stuck, was a the memory of a tall, well build, blond male in some sort of uniform, standing too far away to make out any features. Somehow she knew that he was handsome. But that's all she remembered.

'That's odd. I don't know anybody who could fit that man.' Maybe just some random person or celebrity she had seen on one of the magazines. 'Yes, that must be it.' Ginny tried to reassure herself. 'Just a celebrity'

She swung her legs off the bed and made her way to the bathrooms to get dressed and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. On her way down, she met Hermione and they were chatting away about the days ahead. They sat together with Harry and Ron for breakfast, Ron having already finished half of his before the rest even so much as started.

"Ron, just how are you able to eat that much and not turn into a big fat slob?" Ginny smiled at her brother with an amused glitter in her eyes. "I guess it the Weasley genes. Good metabolism" He waved his fork back and forth, still having half a waffle attached to it. "Don't get all upset, you're just jealous"

"Am not! I have the same genes as you after all" Ginny retorted. They were just about to start a food fight, when the owls came with the post. Hermione got her usual Daily Prophet and disappeared behind it. "Anything interesting 'Mione?" Harry was leaning over, trying to peer into the paper as well. "Nothing, just the usually bullox from the ministry" Hermione answered. "And can you please wait for me to finish the paper, before you start taking it?" With that she swatted him with the paper, but had an amused smile on her face.

Just then an owl came swooping down, dropping a letter in front of Ginny. 'Wondering who this is from. Definitely not mum or dad.' She turned the envelope and opened it. There were only a few words written, but she knew immediately who had sent it. Turning around to face the Slytherin table, she found Draco looking at her with a smirk and shot him the most evil glare she could muster up this early in the morning. Ginny took the letter and tore it into pieces right then and there. Draco just raised his eyebrow and turned back to his friends, laughing at something.

At that time, Ginny's blood was at a near boiling point and excused herself from the table. "What's wrong Gin'? You hardly ate anything." Harry was concerned, she could she. But right now she was in no way ready to talk about it. "I'm fine Harry. I promise. I just forgot something in the Common Room. See you after classes, ok?"

She almost ran out of the Hall and up the stairs. She didn't notice Draco following close behind, ready to cut her off. He had planned to wait for the classes to start for the day, but the chances of getting caught, were much greater then. So he took his chances, since the Golden Trio was still sitting in the Great Hall, having to finish breakfast.

At the top of the stairs, Draco had caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "Where are you going? I got to talk to you Ginny." She swirled around, facing him. " I have nothing to say to you Malfoy. Now let me go." She tried to jerk her arm free, but he was much stronger and used to force of her movement to trap her against a wall. Both of his hand planted firmly on either side of her head, she had nowhere to go. At least not for now.

"Why didn't you show last night? I waited for half an hour" Draco asked with almost a hurt edge to his voice.

"Why would I want to meet a Deatheater in training, at 11 o'clock at night, alone, on a deserted Tower?? So you can just kidnap me or do worse? Did I spoil Voldy's grand plan or something?" she shot at him, without even taking a breath in between.

"Now, now, this is only partially true. How do you know if I'm still in training?" Draco chuckled. Ginny looked at him scared. He was too close for comfort. And no one in sight to help her.

She looked up at him and almost forgot to breath. These eyes. She had seen them a thousand times before, but just then she remembered something. Something from her dream. A tall blond man standing a distance away, looking at her.. ' Bloody Hell, I had a dream about Malfoy! That can't be good.' Her shock was mirroring on her eyes and Draco cocked his head as if he was trying to read her mind.

"Did you just have an epiphany or something?" She looked almost scared. What was going on in that little head of hers? Her eyes were just captivating him, drawing him in. Maybe he should just do it. Hell, if anyone saw him, he would find an excuse.

He leaned in, closing the gap between them.