I. Remember
Draco Malfoy lay on his bed, staring at the blank ceiling. His room at the Malfoy Manor was pitch black, except for the minimal amount of moonlight seeping through the drawn curtains. As he lay motionless he heard the wind rustling through the trees and the crickets chirping their beautiful songs. Through the open window came the subtle scent of roses and honeysuckle. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. He remembered her light brown eyes and her beautiful smile. He remembered stroking her soft ginger hair. He got up and walked to the window. He drew back the curtains and looked up at the star filled sky. The moon illuminated the darkness. At that moment, a shooting star flew across the night sky. As he stood there, he wished that he could see her again.
Little did he know, Ginny Weasley wished upon the same shooting star that she could see him again. It was nights like these, when the stars are out and there's a gentle breeze, that makes it hard for her to fall asleep. She stared out the window of her room at the Burrow. The apple trees swayed with the breeze while an owl cooed in the distance. She couldn't help but think of his pale blond hair and his ice blue eyes. She remembered his cherry red lips and how good it felt for them to be pressed against hers. If only she could see him one more time. But at the moment, memories were all she had. Tonight reminded her of a particular memory, that first night on the balcony….