"Where are you going?" Ginny asked from the chair by the fire.

He flinched slightly - his version of jumping - and slowly turned to face her, his black cloak billowing.

"Out," he replied monosyllabically.

"Yes, I got that but where?" she persisted.

"None of your business," he grunted.

"So?" she raised an eyebrow. "Who cares if it isn't my business? I still want to know."

He elegantly raised a pale eyebrow and moved closer to her until he was looming over her, "You really want to know?"

She nodded, breathless for some reason, and he grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the chair.

"Okay then," he whispered in her ear. "Let's go."

He pulled his cloak around her and raised both their hands. He then proceeded to fish around in his cloak and finally pulled out a silver ring. "Hold on tight," he whispered as they both felt a tug at their navels.

*

Ginny looked around her as she landed. She seemed to be in some sort of cave; it was dark, damp and cold and she had a strange prickling feeling, as if the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up on end.

"What's she doing here?" she heard a cold voice, that she felt was strangely familiar, enquire.

"She wouldn't leave me alone, I had to bring her," Draco explained.

"Do you not have magic? What's wrong with a stunning spell?"

"She'd have woken up eventually."

Finally Ginny's eyes became accustomed to the darkness and she gasped as she saw who it was who had spoken, Snape.

"You!" she gasped, feeling around in her robes for her wand. "You killed Dumbledore! You're a Death Eater!"

She realised with a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that she didn't have her wand. Draco bought me here to my death! If only I hadn't insisted he take me, she thought.

"Where's my wand?" she screamed, all her anger and despair in those three words.

"Draco," Snape said disapprovingly. "Give it back."

"Fine, but she'll only curse you with it. Trust me, her Bat Bogey Hex is no fun," Draco muttered.

Ginny stared at him in shock as, not only did he do as he was told and compliment her, he bought out her wand with a flick of his fingers and handed it to her.

"How did you…?" Ginny stuttered.

"I've always been good at slight of hand tricks. They can come in useful," Draco replied, shrugging.

"OK, but what is he doing here? What are we doing here?"

"I told you Sev was my godfather. Does he look like he's been starving or surviving on rats alone?"

"Well, he's a Death Eater, I'm sure Voldemort feeds them."

"Think about it. If he were a Death Eater why would he be hiding out in a cave? Surely the Death Eater who killed Dumbledore would be rewarded beyond imagination. He's on our side Ginny."

"Then why did he kill Dumbledore?"

"Because I swore to Narcissa I would. I made an Unbreakable Vow," Snape said.

"An Unbreakable Vow? Why would you do something like that? And do you really consider your life more important than Dumbledore's life was?" Ginny asked outraged.

"No life is worth more or less than any other. Dumbledore taught me that. He knew what might happen, he wouldn't let me die. He asked me to kill him rather than die. I didn't want to, but I had to do as he asked."

"Besides," Draco added, smiling humourlessly, "we're Slytherins, self preservation is our motto."

"That too."

"So maybe we were wrong," Ginny said after thinking everything over. "Maybe you aren't so evil."