One problem rarely comes alone:

"Mr Weasley, your sister was under the command of Lord Voldemort again…" the Headmaster said.

"What?! Why??!" Ron cried.

"Because of her episode in the Chamber of Secrets. And I think that the only one who can help her now is Mr Malfoy…"

"WHAT??!!" both boys said at the same time confused and, in Ron's case, scandalized.

Dumbledore sighed "I believe Mr Malfoy is well aware that Ms Weasley was the cause for the Chamber to be opened again. I know you have some threats in common." He looked Draco strait in the eyes and Draco remembered seeing a little girl killing cocks behind Hagrid's Hut late at night; remembered seeing the same little girl trying to become invisible; remembered himself before coming to Hogwarts- remembered the long nights when his father made him right into an old Diary; he vaguely remembered the Diary answering 'it' was searching for a different type of soul. He now understood and gave a nod to Dumbledore.

"Him?! His father gave her the Diary in the first place…."Draco intercepted him mid sentence "My father gave her a diary? What for? Writing how huge her crush on St. Potter is?" he knew about the Diary but that was an opportunity to make fun of both Weasleys, St. Potter and get away with it- who would miss an opportunity like that??

Looks like it was working because Ron was getting red by the ears- a sure sign he was getting angry- and it was obvious that the only reason Draco wasn't dead was that Dumbledore was there. Ron breathed a couple of times to calm down and addressed the Headmaster.

"I'm her brother. Shouldn't I keep an eye on her?"

Dumbledore just smiled. "You wouldn't understand her and she certainly won't tell you anything about what had happened down there."

"But she did tell me what had happened- Ferret's father(here he shot a glare at Draco) gave her the Diary and she wrote in it. The problem was that it wrote back. She tried to get ride of the Diary but to no avail, she killed Hagrid's cocks and wrote these things on the walls with their blood. Than she opened the Chamber of Secrets." concluded Ron as if to say so- there.

Dumbledore just smiled sadly. "Did you actually believe her?"

Ron actually thought about it.

"So why am I the one to guard the baby weasel?" Draco asked arrogantly.

Dumbledore gave him a meaningful look. "I think you already know the answer Mr. Malfoy." Damn he's right! Draco thought. He smirked at Ron and entered the hospital wing.

Ron was fuming all the way to the Gryffindor tower. Dumbledore smiled and went to his office. He thought of what to do with Voldemort were running through his head. I think I need a Lemon Drop.

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Draco pushed the doors of the Wing open and saw Ginny sitting on her bed. Here goes nothing. He thought somberly. The blond cautiously opened the curtains. At first Ginny thought it was Tom but quickly shook the thought from her head. Not knowing why she relaxed when she recognized it was Draco.

"Where's Ron?" she asked.

"Dumbledore dismissed him and made me guard you Weasel."

"My name is Ginny and you can go. I'll just take the sleeping draught and…" even Ginny didn't believe her self. Tom came the last time she took the Draught. "Actually I would really appreciate it if you stayed." She was sincere, he could tell.

"So what's your full name?" he asked while sitting in a chair near by. He didn't really care but he had to buy some time.

Her eyes darkened and she looked at the curtains. "It's Ginny."

"Nobody would name his daughter Ginny. So what's your full name? Virginia? Jennifer? Guinevere? Genivera? Ginevra?" at the last one she shuddered. Draco smirked. "So Ginevra is it then? Nice name," he just had to spoil it. "for a Weasel."

Ginny decided to turn the tables. "What about you mister Smart ass? You can't be called 'Draco'. But then again that's the Malfoys we're talking about. You can expect anything from them." She smirked. It strangely resembled a Slytherin smirk.

"Yes and they actually did." He was really proud of his name. "how many brothers you have, Ginevra?"

Ginny looked at him with horror filled eyes. "Don't call me that." She shuddered visibly. "Please just don't call me G-ginev-vra." She couldn't say the name right. That's odd. He thought.

"Why?"

She swallowed and shut her eyes closed for a couple of seconds. When she finally opened them there was determination.

"Tom called me that." She said bitterly. Tom? Who the hell is Tom? He raised an eye brow.

"Who's Tom?" Your imaginary friend? But he restrained him self from saying it.

"Tom Riddle, an orphan, a prefect, Head Boy and…" she couldn't finish.

"And what?"

Ginny looked at him square in the eye. "You don't want to know. Or maybe you already do?" Draco didn't respond. "If you really wanna know." She sighed and raised her wand. She wrote TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE in the air and flicked her wand. The letters started changing places and soon there was a new sign I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.

Draco was confused. "But Tom Riddle was a half- blood! You're lying."

"Why do you think I am?"

"If Tom Riddle is Lord Voldemort why does he hates muggles, muggle-borns and half- bloods?"

"Imagine: your mum is a witch and your dad's a muggle. Your mother dies the minute your born and your father leaves you because of what you are. You become an orphan and then suddenly you are told you're a wizard and go to "Hogwarts." There you happen to be a prefect and a Head Boy. You finish by becoming a very powerful wizard. What do you do?"

His mouth dropped open then closed again.

"Ahh, so you believe me?" she smirked.

"So you're saying that my father licks the feet of a half- blood?" his eyes widened.

"Yup."

"I've got to warn him." He tried to stand up.

"No!" she cried and grabbed his sleeve.

"Why?"

"Because he certainly won't believe you and will hurt you for insulting his precious lord." Draco sat down and smirked at her.

"And you care because…?"

"Because I don't." he gave her the 'Yeah right' look. "OK, I do enjoy your company but nothing more."

"Fine. I'm staying, but only tonight. I'm not your bodyguard, Ginny." She smiled. What the hell did I just said! I'm going soft! Damn that Weasley for making me soft! He mentally cursed himself. He still had to know what exactly happened in the Chamber.

"Mal- Draco, why did Dumbledore really send you here?" she asked.

"He thinks I can help you get trough this… whatever it is." Ginny blinked a few times and laughed.

He had never heard a laugh so pure and sencire. Well actually he had never heard anyone laugh, all of the Slytherins around him snikered, giggled but never laugh.

"You're not serious." She managed between fits of laughter.

"You see? I'm telling the true and no one believes me. Next time you ask me something I'll just lie." After seeing her face he couldn't help but smile, not smirk but really smile.

Finally she got her self under control. "Can you help me?"There was too much irony in her voice. "How? No one can help me." She sighed.

"Believe it or not I'm a really good listener." She giggled. "Can I ask you something?"

"Only if a can ask you something after wards." She smirked.

"Fair enough." He decided to ask directly. "what happened in your first year?"

Ginny's eyes darkened and she bit her lip.

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