She sat on the terrace, cigarette in hand. How could she have been so naive? He was going to leave. He had to. She felt a single tear trickle down her cheek. Why was she doing this to herself? It's not as if they could ever be together. But, then again, crazier things had happened…Right? No, she couldn't even stand to hope. It tore at her heart.
She flicked her ashes away as she savagely wiped the tears from her face. She was being childish. They both knew he had to leave; she just didn't want to believe it. She quickly threw her cigarette over the balcony as she heard him stirring. She knew he hated it when she smoked.
"You're awful at that you know." She could hear the smirk in his voice. Gods she loved that smirk.
"Awful at what, exactly?" she asked, trying to hide the emotion in her voice.
"Hiding that from me. It's really is a nasty habit you know."
She just smiled sadly as he wrapped his long arms around her. She closed her eyes and inhaled his icy scent. He was so beautiful. So mind numbingly perfect. And he wanted her. Well, last night he had wanted her. In fact, he had wanted her twice. But that's all he wanted from her. All he would ever want from her, and she'd never deny him. Their unhealthy relationship would end in just a few short hours when he left, for her. Ugh. Ginny couldn't even think about her. Everything about her made Ginny's skin crawl.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly.
"Terrific" Ginny deadpanned.
She couldn't stand it anymore. Being around him was too tempting, she couldn't think straight. There wasn't a single thing about him that didn't make her whole body ache with need.
"I think you should go, she'll be expecting you home from your 'stag night' soon." When he looked at her, his eyes were empty, cold.
"I suppose you're right." He gathered his clothes in silence. She didn't look at him. She couldn't.
The city lights seemed to mock her. Like little iridescent spotlights, magnifying her shame.
"I guess I'll just go then." He said.
"I guess so." She choked without looking up.
He had to leave before she lost it. He made a small noise, as though he were about to say something, but before she could get her hopes up that he would run to her, tell her he would leave his fiancée and that she was the only woman in the world he could ever imagine being with, she heard the door slam.
That was it, he was gone. She fell to her knees, unable to hold it in any longer. Waves after wave of emotion crashed down on her. She was an awful mess, tears and snot streaming down her face. What was she doing? She loved him. She knew she would never love anyone the way she loved him. She leapt up, hoping she wasn't too late.
"I was hoping you'd follow me down here," was all he had time to say before she collided with him. She was kissing him like she'd never kissed him before; her final plea.
"Stay with me, love me, pick me!" she nearly shouted.
His face fell.
"I'm sorry, Gin. I can't. She's what my family needs right now. Besides, the wedding's tomorrow. It's too late." He said quietly. She couldn't believe it. That was it?
"Well then, I guess this is goodbye Draco."
"Not goodbye, see you later."
Ginny watched him walk away, and even though she hated herself for it, she knew he was right.