Draco and Ginny, both being hidden by the Order. Ginny, because her family doesn't think it's safe for her to join the war. Draco, because the Order doesn't trust him yet. A story of how when two people are thrown together in a time of danger, friendship, trust and possibly love arises. A tale of tragidy, romance, trust and forgiveness.

Meetings

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Chapter One - Arrivals

Ginny pulled her cloak tighter around her, trying to keep warm. She squinted in the darkness, around at the surrounding houses. Feeling sure that no one had followed her, she walked forward. Soon she saw a dark wood door appear out of no where. Windows and boards appeared next. Standing on the threshold she looked up at the large two story house. She pulled out her wand and tapped the door. She heard the sound of bolts and locks coming undone on the other side. She grasped the handle and pushed.

Number 27 Westcott Lane was a welcome sight to her eyes. The Order had found this to be the perfect place to relocate after their last headquarters' position had been compromised. It was situated in a small village outside of London. It was old and rundown, but pleasant. It was her home now. It was warm and light. It was her haven.

Dropping her bag next to the door, she walked further into the house. She paused outside of the Study door. Inside she heard hushed angry voices. It sounded like Ron, Hermione and Harry having a little feud over something. Well it sounded like Hermione and Ron were arguing over something, while Harry was just trying to calm them down. Some things never change.

Moving on, she started to smell something good. Pushing open the door to the kitchen, she found her mother working over the large stove, a heavenly aroma steaming from the pans in front of her.

Ginny went up next to her and gave a side hug to her mom, who hugged her tight and asked if she was alright.

"Any broken bones? Did you run into any trouble? Look at you, skin and bones. Have you been eating alright? It is good to see you my dear!"

"I'm fine mum, it's good to see you too." She peaked to see what her mum had made. Roast. Ginny's stomach growled.

Mrs. Weasley ushered her over to the table and reached into the fridge and grabbed a container out.

"You must be starving! You stay right there and I'll get you something warm to eat."

Ginny smiled and rested her head on the table, listening to her mum chatter away, giving a grunt here or there in reply to questions. In what seemed like forever, her mother finally placed a steaming bowl of beef soup, with a large side of bread in front of her.

She picked up her spoon and tested the food, making sure it wasn't too hot. Finding it to be the right temperature she took a big spoon full and swallowed, closing her eyes and savoring the taste.

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Her mother had gone to take care of other things in the house, after making sure that Ginny was, indeed, alright.

She finished her soup in silence and got up from the table, carrying her dished to the sink. Starting to rinse them off, she heard voices coming down the hall, and the door opened. Ron strode in, with Harry and Hermione at his heels. Upon seeing Ginny they all rushed up and hugged her.

"It's so good to have you back Ginny!" Hermione whispered in her ear, "I've missed having someone to talk to." Ginny gave her friend a smile, and then was enveloped by Ron who twirled her around the room.

"Hey there Gin, how was your trip? Charlie treat you alright?"

Last was Harry who gave her a big hug. Pulling apart, they smiled at each other.

Harry and her had broken off their relationship shortly after Dumbledore died. It wasn't a nasty separation, but a mutual one. They both figured that they would make better friends than lovers. And friends they were. They had become close to each other and often hung out together. Ginny looked up to Harry like another brother, although, she told him, it's not like she needed another one.

"Did you just get back?" He sat down and the table, drawing his leg up next to him.

Ginny nodded her head and turned back towards the sink. Hermione was standing over by Ron next to the stove, talking earnestly with him about something. Wondering what it was about she got lost in thought before Harry spoke again.

"How was it?"

"It was fine. I had to stay inside the whole time, unless Charlie thought it was safe enough for me to take one step outside the cave." She dried off the dishes and put them away. "Did you know, I didn't see one dragon while I was there?" She leaned up against the counter and looked at him.

He had an amused look on his face, "Well that's no fun."

She glared slightly at him, "So what have you three been up to?"

Harry cleared his throat and looked down, adjusting his glasses.

Ron spoke, "I'll tell you what's been going on! Blood-- Ouch!"

Hermione gave him an annoyed look and shook her head slightly.

Ginny looked between the three of the suspiciously.

"Well you see Ginny," Harry was still looking at the table intently, "Snape showed up this morning and... well," He trailed off.

"Brought a visitor with him." Hermione helped him.

Ginny heard Ron mutter, "More like the devil." Smack "Ouch!"

"Right, a visitor," Harry started again, ignoring Ron's comment, "Someone whom we don't have the fondest of memories"

Ginny furrowed her brow, "Wait. I'm sorry but, Snape?" She looked around at her friends, "As in the bloody wanker who killed..." She let out a shaky breath.

Hermione stepped towards her, wringing her hands, "Well, he was with Professor McGonagall, and they kind of explained some things to us, things that cleared his name from doing that..." She glanced quickly at Harry.

"Excuse me?!" Ginny raised her eyebrows at her friend, "What could they have possibly said that would have put him in your good graces again?"

Harry's head shot up and he shook his head vigorously, "Snape will never be in my good graces again! I cannot and will not forget what he has done." He cleared his throat and looked at Ron, "He claims that Dumbledore made him promise to kill him, so that Malfoy wouldn't have to."

"McGonagall vouched for him too. Dumbledore told her himself what he asked Snape to do." Hermione went over and sat at the end of the table.

Ginny's mouth hung open, not believing what she was hearing.

Harry rubbed his forehead, "Right. Well that was about two weeks ago when we had that lovely conversation with them."

Ron snorted. They all ignored him.

"So what did he want this morning?"

"As you know, after... it happened, he took Malfoy and ran. It turns out that Snape put Malfoy into hiding, where he has been for the last year."

"So? What does Malfoy have to do with anything?" Ginny crossed her arms. She was growing impatient.

"Well, when Snape was here before, and after we discussed his fate among ourselves and believed him, he asked us a small favor."

"A favor?" Ginny's voice came out with no emotion.

Ron spoke, his voice making everyone jump slightly, "Snape would like us to hide Malfoy for a little while."

Ginny felt like she might be sick.

Hermione pushed back her hair and shot Ron a exasperated look, "Snape brought Malfoy over this morning, and we heard out his side of big picture and on everything that has happened."

"Malfoy wants to join the Order." Harry looked carefully at Ginny's face to see her reaction to this. It was blank. "He swore an oath today proving he was on our side."

"We still don't trust Malfoy one-hundred percent."

Ron screwed up his face, "He's going to be living here."

Ginny stared at her brother, "Here?"

"Everyone, McGonagall and Lupin more so then anyone, think that it would be best. That way we can keep an eye on him."

"Oh."

"He's going to arrive tonight."

Ginny nodded her head, not finding her voice to speak. She felt worn out, partly from her long journey that she took, and partly from this information. Her head pounded and she felt cold. She glanced at the clock on the wall. 6:30.

Silence filled the kitchen. No one looked at each other. They stayed there, thinking.

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After Ginny retrieved her bag and trudged up the stairs to her room, she stood and looked in the mirror. For being sixteen people thought she looked older, her hair had darkened slightly but still glinted red. It fell in waves around her shoulders. Her green eyes had dark bags under them from lack of sleep. Her face which used to be full, now was slightly sunken. She had surprised her family when she had a growth sprint and was now five feet nine inches tall. Tall and willowy.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and then stripped off her dusty cloths, changing into a pair of black shorts and a white tank top. After pulling her hair back she fell onto her bed, not taking time to climb under the covers. Lying there she thought about the information which she had just received.

Malfoy. Living in the same house. That means that she would see him on a regular basis. She groaned audibly at the thought of having to put up with the jerk. All his comments and snide remarks. He probably wouldn't even survive the first week here with Ron and Harry. What were Professor McGonagall and Lupin thinking agreeing that he should stay here. Ginny sighed. She came to the conclusion that they must have a good reason and trust Malfoy. She knew that no one in the Order would agree to something if they thought there was any danger in it for the other members. She decided that she would listen to him, and not think the worst about Malfoy. She would hear out his story and judge for herself if he was trust worthy.

And with that thought she fell asleep.

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Ginny groaned and rolled over. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around, getting her bearings. Then remembering the night before she groaned again. She heard muffled voices, a laugh and then the sound of the front door opening and shutting. She looked towards her window where the curtains were tightly pulled. Sun shone through around them. She sat up and swung her legs around and lightly touched her feet to the floor, before pulling them sharply up with a shiver. She glanced around the room, making a mental note of the position of everything she needed and the fastest way to get them and then onto the rug that was situated in front of her door. Giving a curt nod to the room, she hopped off her bed, gathered her things and jumped onto the rug, laughing. She quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a grey v-neck pullover sweater. She pulled her hair down and shook it loose, letting it fall around her shoulders.

Feeling that she was ready she walked down stairs and into the kitchen. She stopped, her hand still holding the door open. Standing there in the middle of the kitchen was a tall, blond haired man. He had yet to see or hear her. He was looking at the cupboards muttering to himself. Ginny felt like slowly backing up and leaving him be, but she remembered what she had determined in her heart to do the night before. Taking a deep breath before the plunge she stepped in, letting the door swing shut behind her.

Malfoy turned quickly at the noise and stopped when he saw her. Their eyes met and Ginny felt like shrinking away under the gaze of his grey eyes. Instead she smiled slightly and bid him good morning. He looked shocked and repeated the words back. He was still looking at her and she grew uncomfortable. Clearing her throat seemed to wake him from his thoughts and he jump slightly and quickly turned back towards the cupboards.

Then he raised his wand and called, "Accio Cereal!"

Three boxes came zooming out of a top cabinet and right towards him. His eyes grew wide and tried and tried to catch all at once, but he was a little too slow and he ended up lying on the floor, cereal scattered all around him.

Ginny bit back a laugh, and she applauded herself for her heroic effort.

He quickly jumped up and brushed off the crumbs from his black slacks and tight blue shirt. He cleared his throat and glanced quickly sideways at her before reaching down and picking up his wand.

Ginny watched, amused, to see what he would do.

"Restituo!" He flicked his wand at the mess. The cereal pieces lifted off the ground and flew back into their rightful boxes.

She strode forward and picked up her favorite type. "Thanks!" she said cheerily. And went to the cupboard and got two bowls out then walked to the fridge and got the milk.

He just stood there and watched her do this, not quite sure what to do with himself. She was seated and already eating by the time he moved. He picked up the two boxes left on the floor and moved them to the counter, then poured himself a bowl of the type that Ginny had.

He sat down across from her and they said nothing. The silence was awkward for Ginny so she finally spoke.

"Did you get in last night?"

He gave a brief nod in return.

"So did I."

He gave her a weird look.

"I was visiting my brother Charlie in Romania-- well hiding is more like it. I was there for a little more than a month."

She took a few more bites and shifted in her chair. The only sound was the clinking of their spoons against the bowls.

"Did you sleep well?"

He gave no answer, staring down at his cereal.

Rolling her eyes she finished her bowl and stood. After washing it and setting it back in the cupboard, she moved towards the door before stopping and turning towards him. His back was towards her, and she stood there and watched him eat for a minute.

"Is there anybody else here?"

"No, they all left."

Silence. Ginny waited no more and turned on her heel and left.

Wahoo! The first chapter to my new story. Hope you enjoyed. There is going to be romance, but only an attraction to one another. It might take a few chapters for it to come out though, so bare with me.

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