"Ginny, not again. You can't go out again tonight. I won't let you."
"Hermione, you don't get an option here. I'm going. Now move or I swear on Fred's grave I will hex you."
Hermione unwillingly moved out of the way. She knew better than to push Ginny's temper. For weeks now Ginny'd been sneaking out to the Head's rooms every night. Hermione wasn't an idiot. She knew that the story Ron and Harry bought about "Luna needing Ginny" was a lie. Ginny'd been seeing Draco since he came to the light during the war. He was changed entirely, but Ron and Harry were still wary of him. Mrs. Weasley and her husband knew of Ginny's love life with Draco, as did Bill and Charlie and George. They were okay with it. They trusted Draco now. Ginny knew that if her brother and Harry were to find out, Draco would get no peace, nor would she. So she snuck around.
Ginny walked out of the portrait hole, expecting to see Draco as always. She was shocked when he wasn't waiting for her. 'Something must be wrong' she thought, hurrying up the stairs to the tapestry hiding the Head's door. She pulled it aside, slipping into the door. Luna met her inside.
"Oh thank Merlin you're here. A letter came for him and he slammed his door and all I've heard is things shattering for about half an hour. IT must be bad Gin." Luna said, her translucent eyes wide and worried.
"All right. I'll go find out what's wrong." Ginny said, climbing up the stairs to Draco's room. She didn't bother knocking, she just turned the knob and entered.
Draco sat on his bed, his back to her and his face in his hands. His breathing was erratic and his hair disheveled. His desk was broken in three places, and his mirror was shattered. The fire in the fireplace was nearly burnt out. Ginny crossed the room and sat next to Draco, pulling his sobbing form against her. Instantly he locked his arms around her waist and buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder.
"Draco, love what's wrong?" Ginny asked, her voice full of calm concern.
"She's dead Ginny. My mother." He choked out, a fresh round of sobs wracking his body.
Ginny felt her eyes tear up. Draco's mother was dead. His only family and the only person, other than her, who truly loved him and saw him for who he really was. Sure, his father was still alive, but he was on the run from the aurors and as soon as he was captured he's be given the kiss. Draco hated that bastard.
"H-how?" Ginny asked through her own tears, her voice thick with emotion.
Draco let go of her, jumping off his bed. He was pacing angrily, hitting the bed posts and the wall. "That goddamned, no-good, stupid, sonofabitch father of mine. He murdered her Gin. He found her and killed her. She was his wife. He was supposed to love her. He was supposed to love us! But no! He was too goddamned loyal to that mother fucker Voldemort. And I though my mum was safe. We'd hidden her so well. And now she's dead. G-gone. I-I'll never see her again." he said, his voice becoming sadder with each syllable. He slumped to the floor. "Read the letter. It's on my desk."
She picked up the letter, and began reading it aloud.
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I am the bearer of both joyous and horrible news. The Auror Department caught your father today, however this brings about the bad news. We caught him in Greece with your mother. I'm sorry, your mother was murdered. Somehow your father found put her location and murdered her. I'm terribly sorry for your loss. Your father will be receiving the kiss on Friday morning. If you'd like to witness this and give any last words to him, please reply no later than tomorrow so arrangements can be made.
Sincerest Apologies,
K. Shacklebolt.
Ginny couldn't speak. Her heart was wrenching. Not only at the sight of the man she loved sobbing on the floor and in pain, but because of Narcissa's death. She'd welcomed Ginny as if part of her family. She loved that Draco was happy and often called Ginny her "almost but not quite" daughter. Ginny crossed the room and knelt next to Draco, pulling him into her arms. He once again locked his arms around her as a fresh wave of grief washed over him. He clutched at her t-shirt as the tears spilled from his eyes. She smoothed his hair, not speaking. There was nothing she could say to make the situation any better. Eventually she managed to get Draco into a chair with her and she held him close through the night as their grief consumed them.