Chapter 4!!!
Un beta'd...un everythinged. Heh.
I woke up to find that my head was killing me. I felt as it there was someone bombing my brain, and I had no idea why. I groaned. Sun was shining directly into my eyes, and it hurt like hell. I turned my head, closing my eyes, and snuggled deeper into the pillow. Pillow? My eyes flew open. I had no idea where the hell I was. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened. I remember Harry, and how oddly he acted. I snorted, how the hell could I not forget how he acted? I also remember leaving his flat…but that's it. Everything else just left my mind. The more I tried to remember, the more I was forgetting, and it was unnerving. This was not normal of me. I always remembered where I was, what I was doing, and why I was doing it. It was part of my job, I had to…my life depended on it. But I couldn't be scared, I couldn't be. I'm never scared.
Maybe this was all a dream. When I woke up, everything would be alright. I'd be some place familiar, and I would remember what I did last night.
I shifted, trying to make myself more comfortable, but I couldn't. It was getting dreadfully hot.
"You might as well wake up, it'll just get hotter." A cold voice rang out.
I nearly let out a screech. I was out from underneath the covers in the blink of an eye. My eyes were immediately drawn to the owner of the cold voice. Now I must be honest, and say he was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen. So beautiful you could cry. He grinned at me as if he knew what I was thinking. He probably did. A man like that knows when he's being admired. But he wasn't on my mind, finding out what was going on was.
"Who are you?" I had to sound as calm as possible, though inside, I was freaking out.
His eyes narrowed at me. "Listen here muggle, you are not the one asking questions, I am."
"Like hell you are! I want to know what the hell what I'm doing here. I don't know even know you."
He scoffed at me. "Like I said before, it is I who shall be asking the questions. I mean look at you, you're in entirely different clothes, you have no idea who I am, you're in a different house, and you don't even have any memory of last night. Besides, I took all your effects, so I do believe I am the one with the upper hand here." He smirked. Checkmate.
My brain had never felt more frazzled. I had no idea what was going on, and there was this gorgeous man, sitting there and telling me what to do. I slowly sat down, he may have had the upper hand, but I wasn't going to be totally submissive. I gazed at him, making sure that he didn't see what I was thinking- or better yet, how I was feeling.
"I don't understand you muggle." He murmured as he ran a pale hand through his even paler hair. I shivered. Damn he was amazing to look at.
"What's your name?" He glanced my way then chuckled.
"You just don't learn do you?" he asked in a haughty voice. I tilted my head. A silent gesture for him to continue.
"You have no right to know my name. You're filthy. All you muggles are just the same, daft and dirty." He gave me a hateful glare. Obviously this "muggle" business wasn't a nice term.
"Stop calling me that." This man was beginning to annoy me. Who the hell did he think he was? He was just sitting there and insulting me, not even giving me a hint as to where I was.
"I'll call you whatever I want to…Gaia." I gasped. How the hell did he know my name? My real name? I've never told a soul my name, and I've grown accustomed to not hearing it. I felt my hands quiver. I was shocked out of my mind, but I would not let this smirking fool get the best of me. It was a battle of wits, and I was ready for a fight.
I cleared my throat. "Fine, call me what you wish, but at least tell me your name." He shook his head. I gave a frustrated sigh, and then stared at him for a few minutes. This man wouldn't budge. I stopped staring at him and closed my eyes, wondering what tactic to use. A name was all I needed at the moment. I squeezed my eyes shut. Sometimes, when I think really hard, the thing I want happens…maybe it would work this time.
I must've been sitting there for a few minutes, when a name came to me. Draco. My head shot up as if someone had yanked it back. The name played at my lips.
"Draco?" The man's once mocking expression turned cold in a matter of seconds. Before I could even scream, I flew up against headboard of the bed. I tried to move, but I couldn't. It felt like very strong hands were keeping me still. I glanced to my right and left, no one was holding me down but the air, and that wasn't even possible. I had to stay calm. Chester always told me to stay calm in an out of hand situation, I couldn't let my training fail me now. Besides, I'd seen a lot worse with the previous men I had killed. So I knew his name, now I just had to figure out why I was there.
"Draco….why am I here?"
"Silence!" He pulled out a wooden stick, and waved it around. I would've laughed, had I been able to talk.
"No more talking from you. You obviously don't want to tell me who you are, and even if you did, I doubt I would get a straight answer." His stormy grey eyes flashed at me. This shit was so surreal, maybe it was all a dream. He was staring at me; I held his gaze, daring him to look away first. I gave a slight smile when he looked away first. He turned his head to the door and hollered out "TWINKLE!"
I was beginning to think this man was crazy, and that he had turrets, but then I saw it. It was a tiny and frail looking with dark green skin, and very large ears. You could practically tie them in bows. It had huge blue tennis ball sized eyes, which were currently staring worriedly at Draco. I had to be on some type of game show, this just wasn't possible.
"Master Draco called Twinkle sir?" the thing asked in a high pitched, and squeaky voice, like scuff marks on a floor.
Draco ignored the thing and turned his cold gaze on me.
"You're definitely not a muggle. Now tell me what you are."
"You're right, I'm not a muggle, I'm a human being, now let me go!" I was beginning to lose my cool…that freaky little thing was staring at me. This just wasn't normal.
Draco gave a frustrated sigh. As if I were being a stubborn child. If there was anything that could've gotten me away from that crazy man and freaky "Twinkle" I would've done it straight away.
"I don't like it when people don't listen to my orders right away. Especially muggles like you." He spat the word muggle out, I could feel his loathing. He looked over at the cowering Twinkle. His leg shot out, and kicked the cowering thing squarely in the chest. With a surprised squeak Twinkle flew across the room. It gave a pitiful moan from its position on the floor. Draco walked calmly over to the sad lump and picked it up by its neck. He crossed the room again to where I was being held.
"You know… I chose Twinkle here because he is a real bleeder. It'll be so much fun punishing him. But I'll stop if you tell me what you are. I just want to know if you're muggle or my kind. Just tell me."
I was feeling so strange. The way he was looking at me pissed me off, but the way he was beating Twinkle made me so sad. It reminded me of Joseph. I wanted to help….but it confused me. Why would I want to help something that's not even human? I've never felt anything other than disregard for anyone. But at that moment, I felt like I was going to burst into tears. Twinkle was just hanging there, whimpering. His tiny arm was clutching onto a dirty thing that looked like a potato sack he was wearing, while trying to dry his tears. I had no idea what Draco wanted me to say. I was human, just like him. If this was a game show, it had gone horribly off track.
A grotesque smile snaked its way onto his lips. He wasn't gorgeous anymore. The features on his face were anything but cute.
He eyes never left mine, but his hands seemed to be doing all the evil. While one hand was gripping Twinkle by the neck, the other was slapping him across the face. Back and forth, left to right. The creature's head swung piteously.
"Stop," I whispered out. I couldn't watch this any longer. I tried to wiggle out from my invisible restraints. They wouldn't budge.
"Stop," I said. My voice was shutting off. I wanted to scream, and make that stupid man just shrivel up and die, but I couldn't speak. Twinkle's eyes were rolling in the back of his head now. At that moment, I felt a feeling I couldn't describe. I wanted to save that little thing with every fiber in my being- I wanted Draco to stop abusing Twinkle. I'd never wanted anything more.
It was pretty sudden, because the next thing I knew, Draco flew across the room, and slammed into the wall. Draco let out a loud grunt as slid down to the floor. I still couldn't speak. Whatever was restraining me let me loose. My first idea was to run, but then a small voice in my mind asked where? I was in this man's house, well castle is a better term, and I had no idea where I actually was. Was I even still in England?
"Master Draco, are you alright?" Twinkle squeaked out. He sent me a glare that spoke volumes.
Draco stood up, completely ignoring Twinkle.
"You do have powers…but why were you hiding them?" Draco asked in a faraway voice. He folded his arms and drew a hand towards his face that began to stroke his chin thoughtfully.
"I don't understand what you're talking about. What powers are you talking about?"
Draco stared at me for a few seconds before he spoke. "Your magic powers…you're like me."
"I'm nothing like you! You're crazy. You go around kidnapping people up and tying them up. Not to mention beating little weird looking things." I turned my gaze over to Twinkle, who looked like he had been hit by a car. Pitiful.
"Twinkle? He's a house elf. That's what house elves are here for, to do my bidding. Father always told me that." I shook my head in disgust. He actually sounded proud of what he was taught.
"Sounds like slavery to me."
He chuckled. "Be that as it may be, we are digressing. I have to find out what to do with you…I must know who you are."
"Fine, I'll tell you who I am. My name is Kay-"
"No it's not, you and I both know it. Stop lying." I scowled. I forgot he knew my name. "Now shut up Gaia, I need to concentrate." He drew out my name just to piss me off. I began to feel a strange presence in my head again, like something was going through my memories. It was so weird because I saw the memories flashing right before my eyes. Then it clicked. This man must be doing something to make it happen. Was he a hypnotist? Was this all just some freaky occurrence that he made me think was happening? Whatever it was, I didn't want him going through my head. Those memories were private. I blinked my eyes and looked away.
"Stop it Draco."
"What do you mean by that Gaia?"
"You're doing something with my mind Draco. Now stop."
Draco looked at me, a deep frown on his face. His face was once again beautiful and angelic, but I knew what was underneath. He wasn't going to fool me again.
His face hardened into a scowl. "If you have no idea of what you are…then you must be a mudblood." He spat out the word as if it had burned his tongue. I really didn't like this man. Draco just seemed like an angry person…I've had to deal with the abusive types while I was on assignments. They were pains in the ass. He continued his tirade. "You people are getting everywhere! I should've known. You were in muggle London…of course you're a mudblood. No wonder why you were getting on my bloody nerves." He narrowed his eyes and stared off into a corner, as if he were contemplating something. "But…you did some barmy things I've never seen before. What the hell…?" He let out a frustrated sigh and started to pace.
"I must figure this out. You're a mudblood, that much I know," Draco said with an arrogant sneer before continuing. "You kill people. So who are you here to kill Gaia?"
I remained silent. I just watched him as he began to pace, from one cold corner of the room to the other.
"Are you here to kill Snape?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Snape? "Yeah I bet you're here to kill Snape. I bet Saint Potter and his band of bloody fools sent you to kill him." He spat out the words as if they were poison in his mouth.
Saint Potter?
"Look Draco I have no fucking clue who Snape is, and if he's anything like you….I don't want to know him."
"Shut your filthy mouth. No one is like me. I'm a Malfoy, and Malfoy's are rare to begin with. No one can be like me."
If the situation weren't so bizarre, I would've laughed. Was that man pissed off because I said he was like other people? He stopped his pacing, and came to stand in front of me. He just stared at me, as if to crack me, to figure out why I was there…who I was to kill. But what he didn't know about me was I could stay like this all day. I was used to it. Living with Mary and Joseph taught me well. I didn't keep the gaze long, I knew what he was trying to do. I attempted to look anywhere but Draco's face, but it was impossible. The never-ending stare was just too much to take. I look back at him.
I couldn't fight him off this time. He was in my mind, I could feel him. Every thought, every memory he saw, I saw. I wanted to scream for him to stop. But I couldn't. I guess he got the information he wanted, because it was over quickly. The twisted smile was on his face once again.
"You're here to kill Harry Potter."
Damn. I guess the secret's out.
Draco's eyes turned bright silver as the revelation of whom I was to kill set in.
"Yo-you're going to kill Potter? I must have-" His gleeful sentence was cut short when he let out a low hiss and grasped his left forearm. I watched in a matter of seconds the once happy silver eyes turned a dead, dark grey. It was almost black. Draco's whole demeanor changed, from a confident and arrogant one, to a sullen and timid one. If it was even possible, Draco seemed to get paler.
"My master calls. We shall talk about this little discovery later, mudblood. Twinkle will be in to give you some water, but that is all." His voice sounded cold and robotic. He gave me a once over before popping out of sight.
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Draco Malfoy apparated into an open field that was far away from his stately manor in England. It was actually Draco's idea that the headquarters be moved to a desolate place that the bloody Order wouldn't find.
It was not a good time to be out that night, for the wind howled in rage and thunder clapped its powerful hands. Draco certainly didn't want to be out that night, but to be a Death Eater was not a life of his own. He served one master. The one master everyone thought was dead. The one master that the fucking golden boy Harry Potter thought he killed.
Draco pulled his robe closer to him and started walking deeper into the field. What did He want?
Draco slowed his walking as he saw a tall hooded figure surrounded by other hooded figures, all of them standing in a circle. He pulled his mask from out of his pocket and slipped it on. Draco continued walking towards the circle. There was only one spot empty, of course it was for Draco. He got to his place and knelt down on one knee.
"I am here, master."
The figure that stood in the center laughed. It wasn't a joyful laugh, it was one of contempt. His red slit-like eyes bored into Draco's bowed head. The figure was the only one without a mask, as it should be.
"Of course you are young Malfoy. You cause all the havoc and then you report here as if you have done nothing."
Draco felt his face flush. What was he supposed to do? Draco was there looking for some woman He kept talking about. How was Draco supposed to know that the bloody Order and the Ministry would come and mess everything up?
"My apologizes my Lord. I was trying to look for the woman you say we must look for. It wasn't my fault…we were amb-"
"Silence!" Voldemort spoke in a scathing whisper. One thing Voldemort hated was when people didn't do what he wanted, and then they tried to make excuses. Excuses were for the weak. Voldemort drew his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"Crucio." Voldemort watched with cold eyes as Draco dropped to the dusty ground, writhing in pain.
"Pity. You're nothing like your father young Malfoy. You never were and you never will be. What a shame…at least he was halfway useful. But you? You're worse than that dreadful Wormtail. Get out of my sight."
Draco slowly pulled himself up from the ground, twitching. His cheeks were a flaming red on his pale face. He was relieved that no one saw how ashamed he was.
"Now on to less…disappointing matters…." Voldemort trailed off, looking into the circle. "Severus. What news have you brought me?"
Severus Snape stepped into the circle, facing Voldemort. "My Lord, we brought three new women for you. They were as you said they should be. Two of them are muggles, one of them is of our kind. I believe she is a mudblood though."
Voldemort made a cry of outrage. "No Severus!" His eyes narrowed as he watched the hooded figure shuffle around. "You see, those women are not what I am looking for. I'm looking for the one woman… the one woman who has my blood flowing through her veins. She's powerful.
"Tell me Severus. When you were attacking the mudblood, what did she do?"
Snape was silent for a few moments, as if choosing what to say next. "She reached for her wand, my Lord."
Voldemort's eyes gleamed in triumph. "My child is too powerful for a wand. She doesn't need a wand. She uses her voice."
"Forgive me my Lord, but how do you know this?"
Voldemort looked as if he wanted nothing more than to Crucio Snape, but he held back. Instead he answered him. "She was mine for a short while. Too short a while for me to fully get her powers. She was taken from me after I realized she possessed powers."
"Who took her from you, Lord?" Severus was pushing it, everyone could tell from the look in Voldemort's eyes. If they were in his position, they would stop, but they desperately wanted to know why Voldemort was after one woman so much. They had been searching for a quite a while now, without so much a clue to why. They were getting their answers now. Finally.
"Dumbledore. That crack pot fool knew what was going on before I did." He paused to scoff at the memory. "I hope his soul is burning in Hades."
"So my Lord. How are we to find this woman you seek? Are we to wait for her to cast a spell without a wand?"
"Her eyes. Look at her eyes. They will change colors. Two colors….red, or white."
"Yes my Lord. We will begin looking again, and we will be more successful."
"You had better. You are wearing my patience, Snape." Snape's head shot up from its bowed position. Voldemort only called him by his last name when he was angry, and at that moment Voldemort looked livid.
"Crucio," Voldemort drawled out. He watched as Snape this time fell to the ground and writhed in pain. How pathetic. "Never ask me so many questions Snape or that will be the last thing you do."
Voldemort looked at the circle of people standing before him. They were his "elite". What a sad bunch they were. They couldn't even find one woman. Voldemort chuckled to himself. None of that mattered. He would find her soon, and then the power would be all his. He would come back, and this time…no one could stop him.
"This meeting is done." He called out coldly. He gave one last look around the circle before disapparating.
As the other Death Eaters began to leave, Draco stayed and watched as Severus slowly got to his feet. He could tell it had been a strong one, and Severus wasn't getting any younger.
"Come on Severus."
Snape leaned heavily on his right foot. "I must go…I must go find her…"
It was as if something clicked in Draco's mind. A delayed reaction. The eyes that changed color…the power…he had found her. A cold smile snaked its way onto Draco's thin lips. He had found her.
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Harry Potter was having a dream. A nightmare more likely, for he was rolling around and moaning, though he didn't seem to wake up his sleeping partner.
"I need your help Harry."
Harry looked around a strange room that he never noticed before in his life. It was a cold stone room that seethed evil. The stones in the room were dark and grimy. An image of Mrs. Weasley looking horrified popped into his head.
"Harry please, help me!" The voice sobbed. It was a strange sounding voice, it were as if a regular and a warped voice talked as one. He looked everywhere for the owner of the voice, but he didn't see a soul. He was alone in the cold and empty room.
"I-who are you? Where are you?" he was intensely uncomfortable being in this room. It made his skin crawl.
"Please Harry, I need your help. Don't leave me. Don't leave me…alone. Don't let them take me." Harry looked around the room again, searching for something, anything, that appeased his puzzled mind.
"Harry." A cold voice came from behind him. He whipped around, to find a feminine figure kneeling down on the cold stone floor. Harry began walking towards the woman. He walked over to the wall that she was facing, hoping to get a glimpse of her face, but the minute he turned towards her, she turned around too. Harry, puzzled, tried once more, but only to have the same thing happen.
Harry was frustrated, why wouldn't she let him see her?
"Come on. Let me see you."
The figure shook her head profusely. Her long wavy hair whipped around her like a storm. Her head hung down, as her hands cradled her face. She began to sob harder. Harry had to find out who this woman was. He began walking towards her, and this time, she didn't run away. Harry gingerly stuck his arm out and turned her around, dreading what he would see.
Harry let out a gasp. He didn't see anything. Her face was completely blank. No eyes, no nose, no lips, nothing. Harry's eyes widened. He watched in shock as blood began to drip from a seemingly invisible cut on her face. She let out an anguished wail. Harry let go of her quickly, and back away into a wall, getting as far away from her as possible.
As the woman continued to wail, her wails were joined with a chorus of screams. Harry felt himself being pressed into the wall, by dozens of hands. Harry let out a yelp, as he saw other figures' hands and arms pressing out from the wall. Harry noticed they were only women. As the wails and screams grew louder, blood began to run from the ceiling, down the walls and to the floor. The blood was rising on the floor, Harry was ankle deep.
"He's killing them Harry. He's looking for me. He's going to get me Harry. Don’t let him take me," wailed the only figure standing in the room. "He won't stop until he has me. Help me."
Harry glanced down at the floor, he was now waist deep in blood, and the figures from the wall began scratching at him, drawing blood. Harry struggled with all his might to get away from the hands, but it was no use. They were just too strong. Harry looked up, and almost jumped out of his skin. The woman was standing right in front of him. What scared him even more was that she had developed eyes. Everything was blank, but those eyes….they were Voldemort's eyes. Blood red and the pupils were slits.
"No," Harry croaked out. He couldn't believe it. Was this figure talking about Voldemort?
"Yes." The woman stopped wailing, and began to laugh. A cold high pitched cackle- like laugh that sounded just like Voldemort's. Harry watched in shock as the woman began melting into him. His body began to feel like it was on fire. It burned and ached. The pain was unbearable.
"Noooooo!" Harry screamed. "Stop! Leave me alone!"
"Harry." Harry heard a voice call out to him, it sounded distant.
"Harry." The voice got louder.
"HARRY!"
Harry opened his eyes to find Ginny Weasley standing over him looking worried. He couldn't stop shaking. Was it all a dream? It seemed so real.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Harry scratched his head. "Yes I'm fine I suppose."
“Well you put the bloody wool over my eyes. You sounded like someone was hacking off your dangly bits.” She said weakly, trying to get Harry to at least crack a smile. He didn’t.
“I don’t know Gin, sometimes I feel as if I’m going barmy. I keep thinking about Voldemort and what I could’ve done differently. Is this even normal? To think about someone who you should be happy is gone? I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. Maybe I need to check myself into St. Mungo’s.“
Ginny frowned as she let what Harry said settle.
“Harry…you’re anything but barmy. If you’re barmy, then what about the rest of us?”
“I don’t know Gin. Maybe it’s just the after-effects of what has happened. I know it was years ago, but I still can’t shake the feeling that he’s not dead, and the feeling seems to be getting stronger.”
“Oh bollocks Harry! You know you defeated him, and now he’s dead and gone. Live your life now.” Harry merely shrugged his reply. He didn’t have the energy to answer Ginny. Besides, what was the point? She’d just try and tell him he was just imagining things. Harry shifted his position in the bed so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard. He watched as Ginny snuggled back into the covers, her eyes were hooded between sleep and awake. Content. More than anything Harry wanted to listen to Ginny’s advice and push aside the foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn’t. Would it ever go away?
Movement from the corner of Harry’s eye pulled him from his thoughts. He watched as Ginny looked at him with her arms stretched out to him. It was as if she sense he needed some human contact to get away from his ever busy mind. He gave her a small smile. She was naked and quite unashamed, for her breasts were in full view. That’s how Ginny was. Free. He snuggled back into the bed with his head on Ginny’s naked chest, basking in the glow of companionship.
Ginny let out a purr of happiness.
“See Harry? No one is barmy…especially you.” Harry gave her a muted nod. Sure he wasn’t barmy.
Harry felt himself drifting off. He was ready to go back to sleep and face whatever his dreams threw at him.
“Why can’t it be like this Gin?” Harry murmured from the pillow that was her chest. Ginny chuckled.
“Because I have a job and my own flat, speaking of which I must go to, but not in that order.” She ran her hands through Harry’s hair. She always knew Harry liked that. Harry gave her a low groan in response. He knew she had her own life, he just didn’t care.
“But why can’t you live here with me?”
Ginny's hand faltered for a few moments, before continuing again.
“Because Harry, we’re taking it slow. We don’t even know what we are. It would just make a complete mess out of everything. You know that."
She slowly pulled her hand out of Harry's hair, and got out of the bed. Harry stared at her as she began to robe herself. She was so beautiful.
"Why don't you stay a little while longer Ginny?" Harry waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way. Ginny gave him a light laugh.
"Harry, I don't think the boss with appreciate me coming in late just coz I wanted a quick shag with the boyfriend."
Harry threw up his hands in a mock surrender. "Alright, alright….but who said it would be a quick shag?"
She lifted an eyebrow, but didn't answer him. She had to leave. She had to go back to Draco. She walked back towards the bed and gave Harry a kiss on his forehead for goodbye. The last glimpse she had was of Harry's disappointed face.
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Ginny landed softly in the bedroom that she and Draco shared. How a tangled web she had slowly woven herself into. She was with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Two sworn enemies with a history that went way back. How did she even come to such a thing? She liked Harry. She should be with Harry. He was gentle, kind, funny. Good. Her family of course loved him…so why did she want Draco so much? Draco was…Draco. He was moody, brash, and arrogant. A Death Eater. Not to mention her family hated him. But he made her burn. There was a fiery need for him that Harry just didn't have. She burned with anger, love, and passion. A single gaze from him made her melt into a puddle of hormones. Yes, she liked Harry, but she loved Draco. Ginny groaned as she sank down onto the bed. It was such an easy question; who did she love more? But it was so difficult to answer.
She was selfish. She wanted them both to herself. Harry with his gentleness, and Draco with his passion.
Ginny rolled over to her side. She felt so guilty all the time. All the lies she was telling everyone was burying her. She couldn't breathe, and it was all her fault. She hated that she was lying to Harry. She didn't have a job, and she didn't live in her own flat. Draco paid for everything, and they of course lived together. She was lying to her family. She hated that. They thought that she was working freelance for the Daily Prophet. She wasn't. She also wasn't living by herself, and she most certainly wasn't dating Dean Thomas. But the most painful of all was that she was lying to Draco. She did have feelings for Harry other than that of a concerned friend. But even though all the guilt was killing her, she couldn't do anything about it. She loved them both, and if that was how it had to be then so be it.
How did I get like this? Back at Hogwarts, Ginny never would've ever thought of looking twice and Malfoy. But now she was living with him, for quite some time. Harry was all she needed when they were younger. He was her world, and he was all she needed. But why did it change?
Ginny closed her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts that were constantly on her mind. Harry. Draco. Harry. Draco. Liar. Liar.
Somewhere along the line Ginny Weasley had changed.