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There's something that Draco says about "mad, passionate...extraordinary" that is quoted from the film Dream of an Insomniac.

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The irritating pounding on his appartment door had woken Harry up. He trudged towards it thinking it was Ron, that he had forgotten something as usual. His eyes widened as he took in his fiancée's form, looking frantic as she stood in his doorway.

"Erm. Hey. Isn't this bad luck or something?"

Ginny nodded. "Or something."

He stepped aside to let her in and she took a seat at his kitchen table. As he joined her, a sense of foreboding came over him.

She kept her explanation short and sweet; Harry didn't deserve for this to be long, drawn out and all the more painful. She explained that although she cared for him deeply, it wasn't enough to make a marriage successful. They both deserved better than that. He hadn't said much, just nodded now and again. However, Ginny noticed that his hands drew into fists when she told him that she had unresolved feelings for someone else. Harry didn't ask who, she suspected that he didn't need to.

When the time came for her to leave, she took off her engagement ring, kissed his cheek and shut the door behind her softly. Harry would be alright, she told herself, he had survived far worse.

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Draco was sitting in front of the fire in the old leather armchair cradling yet another glass of firewhiskey. Thoughts of Ginny ran through his head almost constantly.

A movement in the doorway caught his eye. He turned to see Mumbles standing awkwardly, the elf was clearly nervous about disturbing him.

"Yes?" He growled a bit too sharply.

"Master Draco, you have a visitor." Mumbles' ears flattened against his head as he replied.

He nodded his head once as he turned his attention back to the fire. As he heard Mumbles leave, he sent up a silent prayer Merlin, please don't be Potter come to gloat. Draco didn't think he could handle that.

He sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose before deciding to watch his visitor enter the lounge. When he looked up, Ginny was leaning casually against the oak door frame.

They stared at each other for a few minutes in silence.

"Hi," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Draco swallowed thickly.

"Hey, baby."

She rolled her eyes at the term of endearment he reserved for when she used to show up announced to his room. She noticed the glass in his hand and gestured towards it.

"Trouble sleeping?"

"Just toasting the happy couple." He drawled, then pulled out the trademark Malfoy smirk. Ginny raised a delicate eyebrow at this.

"At gone three in the morning?"

Realising how late it was, he frowned momentarily.

"Time flies, doesn't it?"

She murmured an assent and looked towards the fire. Draco watched her as she did this, flames dancing within her milk chocolate eyes. Her hair longer than before, still the same striking red, reached half way down her back. She looked good, Draco mused, better than good really. Dressed in a sapphire blue chiffon blouse, tight black jeans and knee-high black boots, she was clearly a grown woman now. The schoolgirl in the Hogwarts uniform was nowhere to be seen and Draco couldn't help but think she looked even more beautiful.

"Five years, Draco." She turned her attention back to him, tears filling her eyes. He placed his glass on the floor before leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

"Why are you here, Gin?"

She hesitated. Why was she there? What was she doing standing in his house after all this time? Where should she begin?

"I came to tell you that your apology isn't necessary...If you had written that letter 5 years ago, I would have burnt it. Not that I didn't love you, but because what we had wouldn't have survived back th-"

"I disagree," he interrupted.

Ginny scoffed. "So you would've been happy to tell your pureblood loving parents that you were in love with the Weasley girl?"

"I did tell them - my mother at least. And you are a pureblood, you moron." He spoke the last sentence slowly as if speaking to a small child. Ginny ignored him being a prat, and spluttered.

"You told her?"

"Mmm. Interesting conversation, as I'm sure you can imagine." He lifted his drink and downed what remained.

"But...the war...I…?"

"The war had no bearing on how I felt about you." His slate grey eyes imploring her to believe him. "When my mother asked why I wasn't interested in the Dark Lord's business and all of that nonsense, I told her straight."

"Straight?"

"That pureblood politics and racists agendas held little appeal for me before I fell in love with you, and even less after."

Ginny was completely shell-shocked. She had believed that he would put his families beliefs above his own, at least when it came to their relationship. In reality, he had been far braver than she. Back then, there was no way she would have admitted loving an "enemy".

Whilst she stood there, Draco grew impatient. He sighed.

"Continue - I shouldn't have interrupted you"

"Oh...I...Okay...So I didn't think we'd ever work whilst the war was happening, and then after, obviously I thought you felt the same. Why else would we not exchange a single word since that night? And then...Harry. He was the easy choice. I...I just, I didn't want to be lonely anymore, and he was a distraction from that. A distraction from you." She was speaking hurriedly now, as she always did when she was wound up. Not sure that he wanted to know the answer, Draco interrupted again.

"Do you love him?"

She frowned as if it wasn't something she had considered recently.

"Maybe I did. I thought so once, at least. But it was…ordinary."

Draco shook his head slowly before sighing. He was torn between wishing that she had experienced every happiness during their time apart, and being insanely jealous that someone else had been lucky enough to call her their own.

"Love shouldn't be like that. Too many things in life are ordinary. Love should be mad, passionate...extraordinary."

"Love like you & I had?" Ginny smiled softly, as her eyes took on a faraway quality that told Draco she was remembering old memories.

"Like you & I." Draco nodded once.

"I should have believed in us. Like you did. I want to believe in us. Or at least...I believe in how I feel about you, and that this," she gestured between the two of them, "should get a chance. A real chance. A proper chance."

She paused to lick her lips before she said the most important thing.

"So I called off the wedding. Draco, I never stopped being in love with you."

Draco took a deep breath, and stood up slowly. He crossed the room and when he was a step away, reached out and cupped Ginny's cheek. She leaned her face into his palm slightly as his eyes traced her face. A tear trickled slowly down her face. He was touching her for the first time in half a decade. He smelt the same, subtle expensive cologne paired with fabric softener. To her, he smelled like home.

His hand slowly left her cheek, traced the column of her neck, and followed the line of her arm. When he reached her hand, he threaded the fingers of his right with her left and gave a gentle tug. She stepped forward on cue, and he slowly leaned forward until their foreheads were touching.

He tangled his hand in the hair just behind her ear and stared into her eyes. Eventually, he let out a tired sigh and spoke in a martyred tone of voice.

"Well, I suppose we have to give it a go, don't we?"

Ginny grinned impishly before replying.

"Of course we do. You love me, after all."

Draco grinned back, before his expression became serious and his eyes blazed with sincerity.

"Always."

His eyes moved down her face until they were staring at her mouth, and then he was kissing her. Softly at first, then all at once. He kissed her until she couldn't remember how she ever thought that marrying anybody but him was a good idea.

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