Same place same time, that's what the note on parchment always said. No one will ever know what said place and what said time meant. Only them. And that's why she walks the same path. Every night, the same steps. And every night, it's the same lone lamp illuminating his figure. It's a shame they can only see each other under the darkness of night, but maybe that's what makes it more exciting. Maybe that's why they do it in the first place. Maybe it's the allure of forbidden fruit that brings together Slytherin's Prince and Gryffindor's Princess. Or maybe, just maybe it really is love and they've been fooling the world all along.
Whatever the case, the only thing they truly thought about was the gentle feel of a hand on a cheek, or lips against lips, or any other touch that could send their mind swirling into a rush of elation. That lone lamp was the only witness to their crime, though it's prying eye could see only bits and pieces. The lamp belonged to a short path made of brick, which belonged to a small cottage that belonged to a certain family called the Malfoys. None of the family members ever frequented this little shanty, except the youngest one in the bunch. Along with his secret mistress, they made this cottage quite the destination.
Though it's outer-appearance was quite foreboding, the inside was nothing but a cozy room consisting of a fireplace, a couch, a table, a few chairs, and a rather large potted plant next to the door. Draco and Ginevra never left a trace when they parted ways. They were never thwarted by the usual plot twists. An occasional passerby, a cat on the windowsill. Never did they know if that passerby could be a spy, or if that cat wasn't really a cat at all. In the middle of nowhere, these occasions rarely came, but when they did, the windows were enchanted to make it look like it was two old men, working on a puzzle. Unbeknownst to the onlooker, something quite different was really going on. It never occurred to the two to buy curtains. The only three who know of the affair was Draco, Ginny, and the lamp.
They always parted the same way. Draco would linger a few moment after Ginny would leave. She would hastily walk down the path, looking for a safe place to apparate in the Muggle community. Draco would stare at her long legs as she walked, his eyes wavering over the skirt blowing softly in the wind. He would smirk to himself and turn the opposite direction and stalk away. Though they have many other secrets, none of which having to do with each other, the secrets the night keeps are the only ones worth telling.
(A/N: The AMAZING first paragraph was written by an awesome person named Amy! That paragraph is what inspired me to write this fan fiction. It was written on a picture of hers on deviant art called "Fooling the World")
