"Harry, screaming into thin air is not a constructive way to deal with this."

Harry cussed under his breath, struggling to regain control of his breathing as he gripped his wand to near breaking point.

"Harry, I know how you must be feeling—"
"No you don't!" Harry yelled, turning on his heels, "Has the one person left for you to love ever picked an enemy over you?"
"Harry—"

"Save it, Hermione," he warned before sighing, "Come on, I think Ron deserves to know what kind of company his sister's been keeping."

XxX

"Why did you do that?" Draco hissed, glaring as angrily as he could manage.

"Because," Ginny beamed up at him, undaunted by his piercing gaze, "I love you and if we have to face the music for," she paused, gesturing at the pair of them, "whatever this thing between us is, we will do it together."

Draco smiled half-heartedly, "You have to realize how dangerous it is for you to be here. My father's 'friends' meet here and my dear old aunt has practically assumed command of the entire management of the estate."

"I don't care," Ginny mumbled, ignoring the pained noise that had escaped Draco's lips, getting up to explore the room.

It was smaller than she had imagined, largely taken up by his bed and the huge wardrobe that dwelled in the farthest corner from her. She ran her fingers along his collection of books; some she noticed were older than her grandmother. She turned a grimace on her face as she noticed one titled, 'Mudbloods and how to spot them'. She looked at the bed for a moment before flopping onto it. It was largest bed she had ever seen, bigger than any housed within the Burrow, probably bigger than the one her parents shared. Why any solitary person would need such a large bed was beyond her. She stroked the downy softness of the furry cover she was laying on before grabbing one of the green cushions and holding it to her chest.

Draco also stood, his expression, hard as he scanned the room for her, changing as he noticed where she was. He swallowed tightly.

"Ginny," he groaned.

"What's wrong with you?" she smirked, tossing the pillow aside, knocking the book that had previously offended her to the ground as she did so.

"Nothing, I'm just concerned about your mental well-being."

"I think you should see to the drool pouring from your mouth before you concern yourself with me," she muttered indignantly, laughing softly as he wiped furiously at his mouth, "Join me?" she simpered, gesturing to the empty expanse of bed before patting the space beside her.

"I'm going to regret this," Draco mumbled to himself, before perching beside her. "You're going to be the death of me one of these days."

"Hmmm, maybe," Ginny grinned sheepishly as she kissed his cheek.

Draco turned slowly, about to speak before she caught his lips with hers, her hands cupping his face gently. He held her wrists together as he pulled back, avoiding her eyes as he did so.

"Draco, don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll stay with you for the night to give Harry time to cool off and I'll be gone tomorrow morning. No one needs to know I was even here, okay?" she soothed softly, smiling reassuringly as he nodded.

"Be careful," he murmured before kissing her softly.

"I always am," she whispered pulling him down on top of her.

Xxx

"Draco?" a startled voice cried, ripping them from their embrace.

"Mother! I- I uh, I thought you were with Bellatrix?" Draco stuttered sitting upright as his face turned crimson.

"I came back, I'm sorry if was interrupting anything," Narcissa attempted to smile at Ginny, giving up almost immediately, "I'll speak to you later, Draco."

With that she left the room, slightly red in the face herself as she pulled the door behind her.

Ginny sat upright, trying to regain some of her composure as she battled with her now completely unruly hair, "She knows," she stated quietly.

"Ginny, she's my mum. She knew I was in love before I did. I'm sorry I didn't warn you.

"Don't worry, it's one less person to tell, besides, she seems to have taken it quite well. Better than Hermione," she swallowed, "or Harry."

"Well, she's happy I'm happy. She probably wouldn't care even if I'd brought home a mud-" he caught himself quickly, "If I'd brought home Granger."

"I think my dad will lay a dragon's egg when he finds out."

"Mine probably will to," he sighed, kissing the top of her head.

Narcissa popped her head around the door, "Your father won't be home tonight," she looked quickly at Ginny, trying to guess how much she knew before checking with Draco who nodded, "He's busy and Bella's staying with some of the others, apparently a great victory has been won."

Draco nodded, deciding he'd rather not hear what victory it was they were celebrating; he'd probably be sick like he had been the last time his father had described one of the raids on muggles. His aunt had, naturally, called him a coward, cackling at his weakness as he cowered in the corner as far from her as possible. There had been only two other occasions upon which he had felt so terrible; the first when he had received his mark and the second when Bellatrix had found Ginny. For that he would never forgive himself for as long as he lived.

"She's welcome to stay, I'll get one of the elves to bring something up for you too and make her a bed in one of the spare rooms," Narcissa smiled, dragging Draco out of his reverie.

"She can stay with me."

"Draco."

"Don't you trust me?"

Ginny half smiled as Draco's mother threw her arms up in exasperation, before retreating from the room, "Don't I get a say in this?"

Draco turned to her, "No, you're staying in here. Someone has to keep an eye on you."

XxX

"Harry, you can't tell Ron, it will kill him if he knows."

"He deserves to know his sister betrayed him."

"No, he doesn't."

Harry blinked.

"I mean, he does, of course. It's just do you really want to be the one to tell him Ginny's in love with Draco?"
"We don't know for sure that she is Hermione; she might be under the influence of the Imperius Curse."

"Don't be ridiculous, why on earth would he do that?"

"To get at me, don't you see Hermione?" Harry grimaced, quickening his pace, "It's part on an initiation into the Death Eaters, it's a test."

"Harry."

"This just proves it."

"Harry!" Hermione had stopped in the middle of the path, breathing heavily as Harry turned to face her, completely bewildered by his sudden outburst, "You don't choose who you fall for," she whispered, walking up to him.

"I know, but I don't think she really has, I mean, she hated Draco as much as you or I do."

"I don't hate Draco."
"What, but he called you a Mudblood."

"Don't use that word. I know he did, but I got over it."

"Ginny liked me."

"Harry, you saw what you wanted to see. You liked her, so you convinced yourself she liked you too, and completely ignored everyone else."

"What? That's not true; I didn't ignore everyone else, and look where that got me. Look at what happened with Cho!"

"I meant me!" Hermione's voice cracked as she turned away from him.

"What?" Harry laughed, convinced she was joking, "You like Ron."

"No. You're a complete idiot. It was always you."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because! There was always someone else; you never once looked at me the way you looked at the others, not even at the Yule Ball."

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