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A/N: I was listening to Hinder, 'Lips of an Angel', when I wrote this. If I'm being honest, I listened to it on repeat for about an hour while writing it. I would VERY strongly recommend tracking down the song (youtube, for instance) and playing it while you read.
Draco Malfoy was a light sleeper, something he attributed to the tense atmosphere of his childhood, then later to the years when the war with Voldemort raged. It was therefore no surprise when the green light from the Floo in the sitting room woke him.
Slipping quietly out of bed and pulling on a dressing gown, he grabbed his wand and left the room, wondering who could possibly be Flooing in the middle of the night.
He almost fell into the fireplace when he saw who was waiting for him.
"Ginny? Is that really you?"
Ginny Weasley. Well…Ginny Potter, really. It had been Potter for the last two months. Potter, who got everything he wanted, including the most beautiful witch in all of Great Britain.
When Potter asked, the Weasley matriarch had jumped at the chance to marry her daughter to the savior of the Wizarding world, Ginny's wishes be damned.
He glanced back towards the bedroom, and she noticed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn't have Floo'd."
Her voice sounded strained. "What's going on? Are you okay?"
Her chuckle was watery, and he could hear her sniffing. "Just a fight. He found some of our old letters. After he left, I started reading them again."
The crackling fire was the only sound in the room as they both struggled to find the right words.
"It's good to hear your voice again," he finally said.
She let out a choked laugh. "Yours too."
The silence descended again, neither knowing what to say, but unwilling to leave.
"Draco?"
His hands clenched into fists. Hearing her, his angel, saying his name again…it made him remember everything he could never have.
"I saw the Prophet," she said quietly. "Congratulations."
He shrugged. "Mother arranged it."
"I wondered," she admitted. After a moment, she asked another question, her voice even quieter.
"Do you ever…"
He had to swallow several times before he could reply. "Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah I do."
Draco could hear her stifle a sob, and had to strain to hear her next words.
"Me too."
His heart broke all over again.
"Ginny…"
She inhaled sharply, trying to collect herself. "I…I'm sorry…I really shouldn't have Floo'd in the middle…"
"Ginny, wait," he interrupted, trying to cut her off.
"…of the night like this. I've got…"
"Ginny, please," he pleaded. He was losing her again.
"…to go, and you should get back to bed."
"Gins," he repeated, more insistently. "Don't…"
"Goodbye, Draco."
And she was gone.
"Goodbye, Love," he whispered to the now-silent room, wiping away the single tear running down his cheek.
oooOOOooo
As he slipped back into bed, a form beside him shifted.
"Who was that, Draco?"
"Wrong Floo, Pansy," he said softly. "Go back to sleep."
A/N#2: I know, very angsty and sad. I apologize, but I do hope you liked it, and would love to hear from you!