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Prologue:
A scarlet haired young woman stood silently in the dark alley, eyes darting back and forth, searching for something. The wind played with her bound hair, forcing her to pull her cloak tighter. A loud crack echoed throughout the street, startling the woman. She silently pulled her wand from her robes, eyes sweeping the darkness.
"Hey," whispered a deep voice. The woman jumped and spun around, aiming her wand at the newcomer's throat.
"Don't scare me like that!" she whispered back upon recognizing the culprit.
Her glare was met by a soft laugh, "You sure are jumpy tonight!"
"You would be, too, if you took this seriously! We could be killed if anyone found out!" she cried, bring a hand done to her stomach in a protective manner.
The man placed a hand over hers, eyes no longer showing any humor. His lips frowned and worry lines appeared on his brow, "I know what the risk is, love."
The woman sighed and leaned against him, "I'm sorry I'm like this. Hormones, or so that's what Hermione says."
"Granger?!"
"Shh! Yes, I told her!
"You think that's safe?"
"Of course! She won't tell a soul. Plus, I needed someone there to help and such."
"I can help, love."
"But you can't always be there. I know that. I'm not mad about that. It's the reason we're leaving."
"You won't ever need anyone else," he whispered, pulling her in an embrace resting his head on her hair. He breathed in her sent, calming him immidately. "Everything will be fine."
"I no," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I have you, but I'm still scared of the unknown."
"Little Gryffindor scared?" he teased.
She slapped him softly, "Oh hush you!"
"Now you know what the plan is?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes, of course. Meet you at the prearranged spot with clothes and money, making sure to cast an untracing spell on everything. You'll cause a disturbance and hand me a portkey. It will look like I've been hit with a hex. I'll disappear. You'll stay here for a few days to throw off suspicion and then meet me. I'm still scared something will go wrong," she explained.
"Nothing will go wrong. People will assume you were killed in the crossfire. I'll disappear, making my people think your people killed me and your people will think my people hid me away. No one will come looking for us. We'll be safe. More importantly, they will be safe," he answered, rubbing his hand up against her stomach.
"Alright. I trust you."
"Good, now you better go before somebody sees us," he said reaching for her.
She raised her head and let his lips descend upon hers. She smiled lovingly back at him and called out to him before apparating away, "I love you, Draco."
Once he was sure she had left, he whispered back over his shoulder before he, too, apparated, "I love you, too, Ginny."
hey I know this is short but it's only the prologue... give it a chance