AN: I'm back again, and I would like to thank the people that have reviewed. I have a poll on my profile as to whether or not I should re-do the first chapter or not, so please go do that if you have the time.

When I woke up I immediately looked around. It looked like I was in Tom's room again, and there, in an arm chair, slept Tom. Wait. When did I go back to calling him Tom? He's not Tom. He's not. I was too absorbed in my thoughts to see that he had woken up and was now staring at me. "You're awake."

"Yeah." I sat up, realizing that my vision wasn't spinning.

"Good. You have a lot of studying to do." He walked over beside the bed, flicked his wand, and an entire MOUNTIAN of books landed on the bed. "You have two papers in Defense Against and the Dark Arts, another one in Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and another two in Potions. Then, you need to finish brewing Amortentia. Then you need to practice the spells for your classes, including Charms which you don't have papers in."

I threw myself back into the fluffy pillows. "Oh? Is that all?"

"Finally, you'll have two more potions to brew, but neither of those should take too much time. The homework is including the days that you will be missing to make up other assignments and recover. Draco would also like to know whether or not you would like to try out for Quidditch."

"How long are you estimating that this will take?"

"Four school days." He pushed a Defense Against the Dark Arts book towards me. "You'll begin with this. It's a paper over different spells used to incapacitate. Pick three light spells; write about them. The second paper for that," he pushed over another book, "is very similar. You pick three dark spells used to incapacitate someone and write about them."

I grudgingly sat up. "Fun. Can I skip the second paper?"

"You need to know about all kinds of magic, even if you only practice a certain kind. It will help you to properly defend yourself against attack." He stretched. "While you're doing that, I have a meeting that I must attend."

"Oh? What village of innocents are you killing this time?" I cocked my head to the side and smiled sweetly.

"Do I need to have, say, Seamus Finnigan come in here and help you learn a lesson that I thought we already went over?" He threatened, glaring at me.

"No."

"You know, I'm doing a very good deed by watching over you. Wouldn't Dumbledore be so proud?" He began walking towards the door.

"Maybe if your intentions weren't so bad."

"Perhaps, but do you even know what my intentions are?"

"Isn't it always the same? Get to Harry?"

I could see him grit his teeth. "He will be dead soon enough. I've arranged for a house-elf to watch you while I'm gone. Do try to behave." His robes swept behind him as he left the room.

Seconds later, a house-elf arrived with the familiar pop. "Hello Miss." The elf bowed. "I am Daisy. Please, just do Miss' work and let Daisy know if Miss needs something."

"Alright, thank you, Daisy." I began my work. The first paper took what seemed like forever to write. I like DADA, but more the practical part of it, not the tedious essay part. My stomach growled.

"Is Miss hungry?" Daisy asked, concerned.

"Um… yeah… could you go get me something to eat?"

"Of course." She disappeared with a pop.

I got up, needing to stretch after all of the time that I had been sitting. I walked over to Tom's—not Tom's—books. I started to scan over the titles. I couldn't read a single one. They were all in Latin.

"What are you doing?" I had to fight to keep from jumping. I didn't hear him enter the room.

"Stretching."

"And where is the house-elf?" I could hear him walking closer.

"She's fetching me something to eat. You weren't gone long." My voice was cold.

"I was gone for a couple of hours." I could feel his fingers dance over my shoulder as he moved my hair back. "How much have you gotten done?"

"A paper." I had to suppress the urge to shiver.

"And you need help on the second one? Wasn't the book I gave you enough? Was it too basic for your tastes, and you wanted a challenge? Or do you want to know what real magic is?" He whispered the last part into my ear, and I threw myself out of his reach. He chuckled. "Which is it, Ginevra?"

"I was stretching. I happened to glance over your books. That is it." He began moving closer to me, and I found myself backing up, trying to keep a good distance between the two of us.

He took another step forward, and I took another back before I felt my back hit something solid. The wall. Before I could comprehend what had just happened, he had his hands on either side of my head. And before I could duck under one of his arms, he was too close.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"You haven't been faithful to me like you said you would."

"What are you talking about?"

He moved his face back to look at me. "You said that you would only love me, and yet you've gone behind my back and have dated several others."

"Things changed."

"How? How did they change?" I winced as he screamed at me.

"You tried to kill me." I yelped as he punched the wall next to my head.

"I. Did. NOT! Try to kill you."

"Harry told me about what you said." He backed up and slapped me hard.

"Never. Mention his name again in my presence. NEVER! I lied to him. Tried to make him screw up." He let out an exasperated sigh.

"If you lied to him, Tom, why do you keep hurting me?" I asked, tears streaming down my face. "The Tom I remember would have never laid a hand on me."

"Ginevra," his voice was calmer now, "you've given me no choice."

"What happened to the Tom that made new options when he didn't like the current ones? The Tom I loved died, and so did that Ginny—his Ginevra."