A/N: as always all characters recognised belong solely to J.K Rowling anything else is mine

The lyrics at the beginning are from 'Dead Heart in a Dead World' by Nevermore

I know this is still the same title but it's a totally different story, Ginny still has the same attitude as the first one but in a different context now. It will be D/G eventually I promise

Full Summary: Ginny is in St Pryce's Hospital for the Confused by her choice after an incident in her past that left her confused and prime suspect in a multiple murder investigation. Even though she was found 'Not Guilty' she opted to move permanently to St Pryce's. Two years on a new doctor arrives determined to prove he made the right decision by refusing his father's company job, but what happens when Ginny's past intrigues him? On their way to revealing what happened on the night Ginny has permanently blocked from her memory they discover that there is always someone who will love you no matter how dark your past.

Please read and review if it's crap there's not much point in continuing.

Shackled to the Remains of a Crippled Soul by a Tortured Broken Heart

This rotten hole that I call home bled dry again
This lesion marked upon my soul
Left an empty hanging man
Across the fields, into the sea
To find the light from within
Out of this lake I've tried to crawl
I think I'm there and then again I fall
Again I fall
Burn your gods and kill the king
Subjugate your suffering
Dead heart, in a dead world
We must remember wounds so deep
Take time to heal
And sometimes though we struggle still
Life seems surreal
Emotions turned to cold dead wood
Can still have life once more
The door that slammed upon your heart
Torn away, torn away
Burn your gods and kill the king
Subjugate your suffering
Dead heart, in a dead world

Prologue

The dreams were always the same; littered with blood, terrified screams and manic laughter. Night after night she'd wake to her own blood-curdling shrieks filling the blank room that was her home, yet she never complained once about them it was fairly routine now anyway. She'd go to sleep when it was time for light's out, the first of the dreams would hit her and she would awaken to her screams, then she'd return to sleep where His dreams would haunt her instead, the sounds that made her flinch, the feel of his hands upon her skin which made her shudder and she would awake in a cold sweat twisted in the blankets soaked in her own panic. She had gotten used to it and so had the residents and workers that she spent her life with now, it was simply part of the routine night and she refused any attempt at comfort which was no longer offered. That was before he came, he changed all that by giving her dreams of a different kind that she couldn't understand...

Chapter One – Dead Heart in a Dead World

"Have you seen the new doctor?"

Ginny raised her eyes from her now cold plastic mug of coffee on the Formica table magically glued to the floor to look at her best friend.

Coop was slouching in her chair opposite Ginny with her long legs drawn up and crossed beneath her as she rocked steadily backwards and forwards, her wave of raven black hair was matted and hung in lank locks over her snowy white forehead and into her sparkling emerald eyes. Ginny had long ago learnt that Coop hardly noticed what she was doing, the rocking backwards and forwards included, also she hummed noisily to herself when she was thinking and drummed her fingers loudly against anything she could reach in time to another person's speaking.

"No, why who is it?"

Coop smiled vaguely reminding Ginny of somebody by the name of Luna Lovegood and she felt a pang of something beneath her ribs.

"Who is who?"

Ginny shook her head at Coop's question and leaned back to prop her legs up on the chair besides her, receiving a warning look from one of the guards who was kitting in the corner while keeping an eye on the game of Exploding Snap taking place by the window. Coop smiled sleepily at Ginny again before getting to her feet and skipping over to talk to the guard who smiled and put her knitting away to talk to her.

"Ginny, your appointment with Dr Malfoy is in five minutes."

Ginny nodded at the pretty brunette nurse who smiled and ticked something off on her clipboard. The name didn't register as it should have and Ginny merely turned to face the window as she rose from her seat and crossed the room to the corridor on the other side where another nurse waved her through the door on the right.

Wandering into the office Ginny raised a fiery red eyebrow at the dark red coloured walls, thickly carpeted black floor and dark mahogany furniture. As the room was empty Ginny crossed over to the large arch-shaped window to the right of the desk and slouched back into the black leather window seat, drawing her knees up and leaning her head back against the wall so her long blood-red hair loosely tied back in fish plait faded in.

She was busy twiddling a strand of her hair around her finger mindlessly when the door opened and a tall figure dressed in black trousers and a grey silk shirt rolled up at the sleeves revealing pale muscular arms that both the shirt and his skin respectively matched his shaggy platinum blond hair and sharp mercury eyes.

"Miss Weasley, Draco Malfoy."

He extended a hand bare of rings besides a single thick silver band around his thumb and she shook it mutely, still gazing up at a man that had evoked many memories she had long since tried to bury.

He in turn saw a beautiful young woman only three years graduated from Hogwarts with a waterfall of fiery red hair slipping out of its black hair-tie and over her creamy white shoulders dusted with freckles and clearly on show in an off-the-shoulder black top with fluorescent pink elbow-length sleeves and a rip from just under her strapless bra down to her navel flaunting the small angel tattooed in the centre of her chest just below her breasts and endless long legs slowly unfurling from the window seat from below a black ra-ra skirt and a pair of bright pink ankle-high Converse folded down to reveal a pattern of black skulls on the inside.

As she stood he was slightly taken aback to realise she was only an inch smaller than him who was anything but small at 6" her eyes were almost exactly level with his and filled with swirling grey clouds of regret, guilt and pain fringed by thick long black lashes that rendered the need for mascara a definite impossibility. Eventually he released her hand from his grip, feeling the scratching of her black netted glove and long fingers ringed with bright pink and black plastic accessories tracing along his palm as she slowly removed her hand.

"Please, take a seat."

Pulling herself together Ginny sank down into a comfy black leather chair before his desk and pulled a cigarette out of her pocket. Shoving it between her lips she fumbled with her heavy silver lighter emblazoned with the union jack for two whole minutes before Draco took pity on her and lit it for her. Pushing stray locks of hair behind ears adorned with heavy black loops and tiny pink dices Ginny took a deep drag on her cigarette and sat back in the seat, slowly calming herself down again.

Draco watched her with a completely blank face, his sharp eyes taking in the dark circles under her eyes where her nightmares had taken their toll and the marks on her hands where she had awoken a few nights before to find herself pummelling the wall with her bare fists. He mentally pulled himself together and looked down at her file on the desk before him; he had seen patients much worse than her before so why was she having such an effect on him? He refused to admit to anyone but his superiors but he had requested her case after reading her file and following the murder trial through every newspaper he could lay his hands on.

He had known she was innocent from the start, something inside him; a voice he had blocked out for years had returned the very night he had seen sense and walked away from his family home, name and murderous father. His eyes darkened with suppressed rage whenever he thought of his father, the urge to avenge his mother had never been stronger especially when he looked up at Ginny to find her studying him intensely; why did she remind him of Narcissa so much?

Annoyed with himself he turned back to Ginny who was stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray in front of her and pulling her legs up to cradle them before her on the chair.

"I suppose you want me to tell you about That Night?"

The widening of his eyes was the only indication of how much she had just shocked him.

"Not if you don't want to."

Ginny sighed and turned to stare out of the window at the grounds of the hospital where a few of the long-term residents who weren't as crazy as the others were playing Quidditch within the heavily warded grounds of the Quidditch pitch.

"There's no point." She said flatly, still staring out at a world she had abandoned all hope of ever rejoining even if she discharged herself. "I can't remember what happened."

"You can't or you won't remember?"

This got her attention and she snapped her head back to look at him, his hands resting on the desk in front of him as he surveyed her through a pair of rimless oblong reading glasses that softened his features.

"I could ask you the same thing." She finally whispered and he visibly jumped, dropping the pen he was holding and staring at her with huge eyes.

"What?" He asked hoarsely.

Ginny sighed and got to her feet, taking the few steps forward it took to reach Draco's desk, she slowly leaned over it so she could look him in the eye and he didn't move, watching her as she leaned into him.

"We both have secrets, my problem is I can't hide my demons as well as you can or I wouldn't have had to lock myself in this place."

As swiftly as she had reached over to him she was across the room and pulling open the door, pausing with one foot out she turned to look back at him.

"Oh and Dr Malfoy, you should tell her, she may be more receptive than you think."

And she was gone.

Her words had been whispered so soft he could have argued with himself that he had misheard her but he knew he hadn't, the question was how did she know something he had never even written about in his diary much less told the public about? Her words, however they had come to tumble out of her mouth, were true however and the longer he waited the more disastrous it could be.

He reached into his top draw and pulled out a sheet of dove grey parchment and a jet-black Hawk's quill. As he was writing the quick note it would take to turn his life around he suddenly froze and turned to stare out of the window Ginny had been so transfixed with earlier, he had been employed here to try and succeed where many others had failed; to work through issues with the patients but now he had to ask himself about that last interview. When it came down to it, had the doctor done the helping or had the patient reversed their roles?

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Sat on the top of the old shed at the bottom of the sloping hill that marked the end of the Hospital's grounds, Ginny was deep in thought. One of her long legs was tucked underneath her and the other was swinging gently to and fro as she hunched her shoulders against the wind that was whipping her hair out from its confining hair-tie before her playfully masking her face from the setting sun to her left as she stared down at the steadily flowing river below her. She raised her head back to face the horizon and closed her aching eyes; she didn't want to go back but the pull of her past was too strong and within seconds she found herself being dragged into its depths.

((Flashback))

She was no longer on top of the old shed in St Pryce's back garden; she was in a huge hotel room with an adjoining en-suite bathroom, Jacuzzi, drawing room, dining room and kitchen. The bed she was lying on was huge and oval shaped, swathed in gold and dark blue quilts and pillows with the heavy velvet drapes tied to each post as she stared out through the fluttering curtains at the darkening sky. Clouds stuffed with snow swam hazily in the sky that was steadily fading from cerulean blue to a dark inky black as she waited.

Her desire-drugged darkened charcoal eyes drifted up as she heard the sound of a wand being placed against the door-lock. With an affirmative 'Welcome' and a determined click the door to the top wizarding hotel in London swung open admitting a tall figure draped in billowing black velvet robes lined in silver.

A slow seductive smile curved her delectable rosy lips as she watched him strip his cloak and robes. Standing in a pair of flawlessly-tailored black trousers at the end of the bed, his perfectly toned white chest soaring up from his waist in grooved muscles as he stood smugly before her. Leaning over her slightly spread, perfectly smooth tanned legs stretched out on the bed she crooked a finger towards him, beckoning for him to come towards her. smirking he crawled along the bed towards her, his long hair falling out of its black ribbon as he moved, the muscles in his back rippling as he knelt between her legs, his lips closing in on hers as she drew him closer.

Her hair fell in rippling waves of liquid fire down her back as her long nails dug into the flesh of his back. Laying her down, he pushed her semi-transparent silvery robe down her shoulders and edged kisses along her satiny-smooth scented skin, her hands tangled in his silky hair but she pushed him away, rolling him over and straddling his hips. Kissing, sucking and biting her way from his neck to his chest to the tender flesh at his stomach she nuzzled his body until he was squirming beneath her, bucking his hips against hers.

She gave him a reproachful look and slipped the robe off her chest, it pooled around her waist in shimmering folds as she deftly unbuckled his belt and nudged his trousers down his legs, dropping them in a heap on the floor as she returned to leaning over him. His lips captured hers and she ran her hands over his body, aching for him but at the same time wanting to prolong the exquisite caresses forever.

He lifted his hands and dragged his fingertips along her bare upper arms to tangle in her hair as she sat back, the light cast by the flickering fire in the ornately carved marble fireplace throwing a warm glow on her skin and turning it to a rich golden colour like a statue. He placed his hand on her navel, still clean of any tattoos for now, slowly tracing it up to her chest and then neck tantalizingly slowly until he could pull her face down towards him. Placing his cheek next to hers she breathed in his scent and was overcome with longing, but not for him as he spoke;

"You're mine now."

((End flashback))

The clanging of the Hospital's dinner bell snapped her eyes open and brought her dizzy and shaking back to the present. She crawled over to the hole in the roof of the shed and lowered herself gingerly down into the interior, ignoring the rats scuttling about that looked at her funny as she passed and slipping out of the broken planks of wood nailed over the hole in the shed's back wall.

The bell was getting more insistently noisy and would continue until all patients were seated at their respective tables in the Hospital's many dining rooms per floor. Ginny sighed and cast the building a dark look as she tugged open the back door and made her way over to the stairs; it was like being back at Hogwarts but much less fun and with much worse food.