VII. 2 A.M
It was late. It was raining. But here he was, showing up at her doorstep. Again.
"You said I was better off without you, so why do you keep coming?" she asked in an angry voice.
The answer never came. Instead, he pressed his lips against hers and pushed her up against the closest wall, running his fingers through her hair. She moaned. She had craved his touch. No matter how hard she tried to move on, she always gave in when he asked for it. Only Draco could make her feel this way.
Nothing ever good happened after 2 a.m and Ginny wished she'd learned it by now.
