Disclaimer: JK wouldn't be posting under the pseudonym of iamthewalrus93. I'm just saying.

A/N: The reaction to this week's chapter was mixed. You guys mostly said you didn't know how you felt about the chapter, and I don't know how I felt about your reviews. I guess I'm glad that this story can affect people so deeply, but they were the first reviews that weren't 100% positive, so that was weird. I've been really sick since Thursday, and I'd like to say that I DIDN'T MEAN TO POST THAT CHAPTER SO LATE! I tried to do it Sunday (as always) but wouldn't let me! It was SO aggravating!!

SlytherinLuver: I like twists! They keep you reading and reviewing, don't they? :D Tom DID break, poor fella, and…ah well, you'll just have to see for yourself later in this chapter.

HeavilyBrokenSpirit: I got the feeling you really didn't like the last chapter, but as an author I must come up with these things. ~sigh~ It's my cross to bear. I hope you like this week's better, even though it's pretty short.

Tinkerbella11: Thanks for such a positive review! I like that my fic's addictive, if it keeps you reading it! ~huggles~

MorganMourning: Ahh a lot of people didn't like it! Ahh! Next week, I promise! I'll have the character next week!! She needs to be introduced by our 'Favourite guy' ~evil glare~ Gan.

YDWYLAFTR: Dear Tessa. I'm not typing out your name 1) because it's long. 2) because it says the F-word. I only have one bad word in this ENTIRE fic and it's in the later chapters. I'm posting, I'm posting. Geez.

NightCrawlerFW: Hey, you didn't tell me what your name is! I need it so I can mix it with Morgan for the new character! I'm sorry I made you almost cry, but I hope you are happier after this. I love your reviews. A lot. Your review was probably the best one I've ever gotten (I hope no one else kills me for that comment) but it's true. Love you long time, and I thought that your review made perfect sense.

The Lady In the Tower: ~Gape~ Oh you did NOT just say that! :P Kidding! No, but honestly…I don't even know what to say about that. Let me just assure you that this fic will be MUCH different than new moon.

It took hours for the tears to dry. No one came down the hall. Nobody. Draco and Adelé had disappeared. I didn't want to see them anyways. I was exhausted and in shock. Deep shuddering breaths rolled through me at random intervals when I remembered how my perfect little life had crashed and burned around me. Every nerve ending screamed as if I were on fire, and I couldn't stand to be in that place anymore. I stood, smoothed my hair and entered what used to be my rooms silently. He was asleep on the bed, his face turned away from me. So apparently he was as bad as Voldemort. He could sleep after crushing me. I bit my lip as my eyes filled again. I stole into the closet and grabbed the duffle bag that I had brought with me to India. I grabbed some key clothes, and when I came across the shirt, his shirt, my breath hitched. My eyes went wide. I couldn't deal with that now. Not right away. I threw the shirt out of the closet and left the rooms, pocketing my wand, and slinging my bag over my shoulder. I didn't look at him. I wouldn't be able to leave if I did, even if he didn't love me, how could I not love him? I apparated to Diagon alley. It was the first time I'd been there alone in a year. I breathed in slowly and walked up to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. I knocked on the door, it was late in the evening so the shop was closed. I waited a few minutes, and George came down. He didn't look good. Losing a twin can do that to you, I told myself. I had been months since Fred died, and it still burned me whenever I thought of him.

"Ginny, you came!" He said, and hugged me.

"Came?" I asked.

"I didn't think you'd get the invitation, but I sent it none the less."

"George, what invitation?" His face fell.

"You didn't get it? Then why are you here?"

"What invitation?" I repeated.

"The invitation to Ron and Hermione's wedding of course!" I stared at him. "Now you can come, mum'll be so pleased!"

"I can't go to that," I said wildly. "George, no, I can't!"

"Ginny!" He said in shock, and I think there was some anger there too. "You're Ron's sister. What ever's happened in the past, it doesn't matter. Married, Gin. He's getting married." George was right, of course. How could I not go? I nodded, and he chucked me under the chin. "Come inside then, we'll get you settled for the night." I let him lead me in.

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I heard her enter the room and I stayed as still as possible. She couldn't know. It would put her in danger. I heard her short gasps and I tried not to imagine leaping from the bed and comforting her. It was too painful. After the door closed I stayed in bed for a few minutes, just to make sure she was gone before I got up. I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my hair. I hated this country more than words could tell. Gan was my enemy, but I still slept in the dragon's den. I would allow him to take my empire for the time being, then I would crush him and take back all that was mine. I heard my door being opened and I froze. Was it her? A woman marched through my door and I sighed. It was only Adelé. After a moment I detected a change in her. She was livid, and apparently at me. She glared at me, hands on hips, and exhaled angrily.

"If I had know who you truly were, I would never have taken your mark, you bastard." She spat at me. I raised my eyebrows. "How could you do that to her?" She demanded in a deadly voice. "You know how much she loved you. You're the worst type of monster. Was this the plan all along? Do you just get off on crushing souls, or is it just a fun hobby?" Draco appeared a second after that out of breath and glaring at his wife. She glared right back at him.

"Adelé-"

"No." She said blackly. "There are no words for this. You heard her Draco. She was sobbing for hours!"

"If you would let me explain-" He began.

"No! There is no explanation close to being acceptable for this!" I huffed angrily and she glared at me in disbelief. She opened her mouth to say something, but I silenced her with a flick of my wand. She raised her hands to her throat and I think she might have murdured me, had Draco not wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered hurriedly into her ear. She tried to push him away, but he spoke quickly enough that she gave up and listened.

I removed the silencing spell and stood up. My knees still felt weak, and I clutched the bed for support.

"I will never stop loving her," I whispered to myself, but I'm quite sure Adelé heard. "I will never stop hating myself for what I've done, but it was necessary for her safety." Adelé nodded sadly, and turned into Draco's embrace. I bit my lip and turned away from them, screwing up me eyes. I spotted my shirt on the floor and bent to pick it up. Strange, I thought to myself. I hadn't brought-

I yelled in agony and fell to my knees as reality hit me. Angry tears poured down my face once again, but never was I angry at her. I held the shirt I had given her months ago in my hands and mourned my loss as if she had died.

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The next morning I woke early and sat in the living room, gazing out the window. George wasn't awake yet, and I was happy for that. Atleast I wouldn't have to use energy on maintaining a conversation. I was going to prepare myself to stay here for a while, and so I would need rent to pay my brother. He would refuse it of course, but I would insist. I breifley considered working at the joke shop, but I discarded that idea quickly. It was too loud, too happy. I thought about flourish and blotts, but decided it took too much brain power and concentration. I would need to shelve books and organize things, and I wasn't up to that yet.

There was a creak from down the hall of the flat, and I surmised that George would be getting up soon. I got up and stretched before walking to the kitchen and setting eggs and ham on the stove with a wave of my wand. He ambled out, into the living room, and sank onto the couch. I looked at him sidelong.

"If you're so tired, why did you get up?" I asked. He groaned.

"I have to open the shop in half an hour, so I figured I should make myself presentable." He grinned at me.

"Why break a long tradition of going to work unpresentable?" I asked jokingly and he laughed.

"True, true. I wouldn't want to frighten off any customers because they thought I was going straight." I giggled. "So what's your plan for today?" he asked. "Are you going to be staying with me for a while?" I heard the unasked question floating in the air. 'Can I save you from the dark side?'

"Yes, if that's alright." I said, not looking at him. "I'm thinking about getting a job at the leaky cauldron, what do you think?" he shot a glance at me.

"You really think you want to do that?" he asked incredulously. We both knew that the bar maids didn't get too well treated there.

"The barkeep, Tom-" I choked suddenly, but swallowed and kept going, "Has always been civil to me. I don't think he would mind hiring me." George shrugged.

"You don't want to work here?"

"No," I said, and looked away. He said nothing for a while, then,

"I understand." I glanced at him.

"Thank you," I whispered.