A/N: Here's chapter 4! I'm gonna stop with the disclaimers, so this is the ultimate disclaimer, ok! I own nothing.

Ginny was wandering around the castle aimlessly, she had no idea where she was because the halls looked very unfamiliar, not that she minded really. She really didn't want to see anyone today. She didn't want to see the pity in their eyes when she cried; she didn't want to see them scared when she yelled. Everyone thought that rubbing her back and telling her that it's all going to be okay was going to make her get over her broken heart. They were wrong. And there wasn't one person there who could give her what she really wanted, she didn't want a shoulder to cry on, she wanted revenge.

Ginny stopped walking and was content to simply rest against the stone wall, drop her head on her knees, and fight the tears that she knew were coming. But footsteps distracted her, footsteps coming in her direction. She felt an urge to run, to not be seen, but then again, why should she? Why should she care who it was? Dropping her head back to her knees, she knew the person could see her now, however, instead of passing her, the person stopped walking and was now standing directly in front of her. Who the hell…?

"Now what would a good little Gryff like you be doing down here in the Slytherin dungeon?" Said a deep voice Ginny knew all too well. Looking up she was starring face to face at Draco Malfoy. He had his usual smirk playing on his face, and something about it just angered her at the sight.

"Go away, Ferret, I'm busy!" She snapped.

"Busy doing what? Crying? Not still over Potty, I hope." He laughed as though this situation was amazingly amusing to him. Maybe, to him, it was.

"I'm NOT crying! And anyone with eyes could see that I am over any feelings I had for Harry Bloody POTTER!"

"Really… So even if he came back pleading innocence and his undying love, you wouldn't take him back?" He mocked.

"Never. How could I possibly love a guy who did this to me?" Ginny said haughtily. Draco snorted.

"How should I know, you Weasels seem to go around 'falling in love' with the most undeserving of specimen at every possible moment. It's pathetic, really." Ginny's temper sparked.

"Well at least we know how to love, but I suppose that loving ones child is not on the to-do list of a Deatheater, eh?" She seemed to have struck a soft spot, because he all the sudden stiffened, his smirk slid right of his face, and now he was pale beyond imagination and glaring at her. Oops…

He took a moment before he responded," Don't talk about things you don't know anything about, it could be the biggest mistake of your life." He spoke in a low voice. He turned on his heel and started walking away. She shouldn't have said that, she hadn't meant to hurt him so much, and yet, she had. She wanted to get back at him for all the things he had said last night, because he had been right. If she hadn't been so offended by what he said there's a strong chance she would have taken Harry back. But he was right, she was weak. She could never get revenge on Harry by herself.

Then an idea struck her. There was only one person at this school who hated Harry as much as she did. There was only one other person at this school who would do anything to hurt Harry. Draco Malfoy. She smiled a wicked smile and started making her way towards the Slytherin Common Room.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Okay, these are short chapters, I think I might have to work on making them longer… R&R! Thanks! A BIG thanks to my reviewers! It's you guys that keep me going!