DISCLAIMER! I started writing this when I was 13 years old and now I have redisovered it, 7 years later. Hopefully the writing is a bit better now that I am 20 years old. I plan on rewriting the chapters and making them longer, clearer, and overall better. Hopefully.

Prologue

flashback

As Ginny walked up to the familiar surroundings of Hogs Head pub, a glimmer of comfort sparked in her stomach. She was 17 years old and fresh out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy after the defeat of Lord Voldemort the previous year. She was currently on he way to meet her boyfriend Draco, who she met in secret to avoid the questioning glances of people who knew of their families long tension between their families. Her long auburn hair was flying around her, the wind whipping her face, making her cheeks red.

Thankfully the pub was as toasty as a day next to a cozy fire. She looked around for any sign of Draco, but when at last she had looked everywhere her eyes could see, she was disappointed and decided to get a Fire Whiskey and choose a table at which she would wait for him.

"Ginny," he said, creeping a hand around her waist and kissing her deeply.

"Hello Draco," she replied, breathless as usual from the longing with which his kisses left her.

"Shall we head upstairs?" He whispered with his usual smirk on his gorgeous, pale face.

Ginny, however, broke away from his grasp and looked up at him with a discouraging look on her face. "Draco... I told you, I dont know if I'm not ready for that yet." She shook her head, "Draco, you know I want our relationship to be about more than just sex."

"I know Gin, I know." He said, taking her small hand in his. "How about we get married then?" he said, smiling.

Ginny sighed, "Draco, as much as I love that idea, you know how our families are. They will never accept us, no matter how much we want we wish it. And frankly I think that maybe we should stop seeing each other..."

"Are you saying that we stop seeing each other?" He asked in an incredulous voice. Ginny hesitated before looking Draco in the eyes and nodding. "You can't be serious! I risked everything during the war because of you and what we have and now you want to throw that away?" Ginny said nothing, did not make a single move or tear her chocolate brown eyes away from his pale grey ones.

"Draco…" She almost whispered, "I love you, and I know you love me whether you will say it or not, but as much as happy as that makes me, it's not the only thing that matters. Love can not conquer all." She said as tears ran down her face, and she immediately pushed then away with the back of her hand.

"Ginny, the only thing that matters is us." He kissed her gently on her pink lips, then whispered the three words that Ginny wanted to hear more than anything else on the earth, and the same three words that tore through her heart like a knife. "I love you." She knew at that moment, that tonight would be the night that she and Draco finally became one.

Meanwhile, at the Burrow..

Mrs. Weasley was cleaning the dishes from dinner, without her wand she found that doing the dinner dishes was quite onerous. She called out for her youngest child fifteen minutes ago to do the dishes but Ginny never came down. Mrs. Weasley quickly grew frustrated with her daughter. With all her children gone but Ginny, the house was often empty with Arthur at work and Ginny always going out with friends after work.

"Hello Molly, my dear!" Arthur said as he walked into the kitchen, taking off his worn hat and coat. He observed his wife for a moment, watching her clean a plate the muggle way. "Honey, I could get that for you…"

"Thank you, dear. I asked Ginny to do them, but she must be out again." Molly said, shaking her head in a sad way. "Would you mind going up and seeing if she has left?"

He came back down minutes later and gave Molly a sympathetic look. "She's not there." He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and told her, lovingly, "She's just got back from school a few months ago and she needs a bit of freedom. I'm sure she'll be around more in the coming weeks."

Little did her mother and father know, their daughter was in a room above Hogs' Head, doing something she would regret in a few weeks when she discovered that she was pregnant. That she would regret as she packed her bags and snuck out early on a winter morning, leaving behind her family, her friends, her boyfriend and everything she had ever known without so much as a note.

5 Years Later

Draco stood in front of a small yellow cottage at the end of a long road in quite possibly the smallest town in which he had ever set foot. He would never have been there if he hadn't found the article that he kept in his jacket pocket. His hand went in his pocket, instantly to the piece of paper. The article that had led him to Ginny. He slowly raised his hand and pushed the little button that sent the butterflies in his stomach racing at a terrible speed.

Ginny Weasley walked up to her room to change out of her work uniform into more comfortable clothes. Half way through dressing, she heard the doorbell ringing and cursed, it was just her luck that someone would ring the doorbell when she was half naked.

"JUST A MINUTE!" She yelled as she grabbed a oversized t-shirt, one that used to be Draco's. It was one of the few things that she kept that reminded her of him. She zipped up her pants and started towards the door, as she walked she put up her tangled, curly red hair into a rough ponytail.

Draco caught his breath as he heard the voice that still quickened his heart. The already twittering butterflies grew worse and worse as he heard her footsteps inside the house. He breathed deeply as the door opened and Ginny stood before him, wearing a shirt she had stolen from him several years earlier. The sight of her, especially in his clothes, made his heart leap with joy at the possibility of her still loving him.

She flung open the door to see the one man she hoped would never appear on her doorstop. The man she had loved, and still loved, more than almost anything.

"Hello Ginny.." He said with a large, characteristic smirk.