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Wow, this was so hard write. Writers block really sucks lol. Not much to say 'bout this one except that I'm sorry it's short. I really wanted to make it longer but I didn't want to go into what I have in store next because that's saved for the next chapter.

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Chapter 19

Draco POV

This was the day I had been dreading all summer. The Dark Lord had finally taken over the ministry and gained more power than ever before. I had sat aside all summer, doing as little as I could without drawing suspicion to myself. I hated what my life had become, what I was expected to become. I wasn't a cruel, heartless monster like my father. And thoughts of that ill-fated night still plagued my every though, waking and dream.

The look on Ginny's face when I disapparated from the school grounds was burned into my memory. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing the devastated, broken, and betrayed look on her face as tears flowed down her cheeks. Guilt clutched at my heart at what I had done to her. I would not be able to find any peace until I saw her again with a smile on her face. But after what happened, I was sure she hated me.

It's better this way, I thought to myself. If I just stay away from her, not even try and apologize, things can go back to how they were before. I knew it would be hard, but it was something I had to do. I shouldn't have listened to Blaise. I wouldn't have hurt her so bad if I had left her alone like I swore I would before Christmas. It would have been easier on both of us.

I sighed sadly and picked up my Death Eater mask, putting it on as I walked out of my room. My father was waiting, him in his Death Eater robes and mask too, in the front hall. He nodded silently and we both apparated to the place where the Dark Lord was waiting.

My father led the way into a long room. There was a huge table spanning the length of the room, Death Eaters filling both sides of the long table. At the far end were the only two empty seats left, one on each side of the Dark Lord. I walked the length of the table and sat in that dreaded set. Only a few were privileged to sit at his side. Many would kill for the spot I sat in, but I hated it.

He started when my father sat down across from me. "The blood traitor Weasleys are holding a wedding. It is my belief that Harry Potter is with them. We need to move fast, before news reaches them of today's success." He continued to quickly explain his plan. I was one of the chosen ones to go.

Though I had my mask on and Ginny wouldn't know if I was one of the Death Eaters there or not, the though of being so close to her almost hurt. I wanted so badly to see her face, but this was not the way I wanted it. I would be there to hurt her and her family. If she didn't absolutely loathe me already, she would after today.

With a sharp crack we disapparated into the midst of the wedding. It was chaotic. People dressed in gowns and dress robes were screaming and running, trying to escape. Many disapparated before we could even raise our wands. Others stood, wands up, ready to fight us. Belatrix shot a spell up, preventing people from disapparating.

My eyes darted around the crowd of panicked people running towards the house. It was mostly children and their mothers. Most men stood ready to fight. I noticed one figure near the door to the house, just standing and staring around at the group of men ready to fight and the Death Eaters. Ginny.

Her flaming red hair was in soft curls framing her face. The dress she wore was perfect for her, hugging all the right curves. Its deep golden color contrasted with the red of her hair perfectly. Her faced was that of a terrified angel. I longed to hold her in my arms and tell her everything would be fine. I wanted to comfort her and tell her how sorry I was. But that was impossible.

All of those things processed in the less than a minute we had been there. Ginny was ushered inside with the rest of the fleeing crowd. Surely the house had protective charms. I tore my gaze from the door and back to the men in front of us.

In the few seconds of my distraction the fight had began. I dodged a spell and shot a stunning spell at the short man in front of me. But the Dark Lord had thought that their defenses would be weak and it would be easy to defeat them. But he had been wrong. There were at least twice as many wizards fighting us as we had in our ranks. The Dark Lords vanity cost us the battle. Finally we pulled back and escaped. The Dark Lord was not pleased with our failure. We were to be punished.

Ginny POV

They expected me to cower in the house like a child! Sure I was underage but I could fight! I hated the though of sitting in the living room while my dad, brothers, and loved ones fought a bunch of Death Eaters. I wanted to be out there fighting but more than one thing held me back.

When my mum noticed the look on my face she practically put a full body bind on me to keep me inside. But one thing kept nagging me, making me worry more. What if Draco was one of the Death Eaters out there? What if he got hurt, or worse? Why do I care? I shouldn't care. He was one of them, not on our side. He never was.

I curled up by the fireplace, head resting on my knees, and cried. Because, no matter how much he hurt me, no matter what side he chose, no matter what I tired to tell myself, I was in love with Draco Malfoy. It didn't matter to my heart that he was a Death Eater, a Malfoy. He was still Draco, the boy that gave me his clock as I sat shivering under a tree. The boy that held me under that tree by the lake countless times. The boy I was finally able to open up to. The boy I fell in love with on a cold winters night.

I was not alone in my sobbing. The house was full of crying women and children. Wives cried for husbands and sons or daughters they hoped were okay. Children cried for their daddies they might never see again. The burrow was set up under some of the most complicated and safest security spells and enchantments. There was no why a Death Eater could get in. But brave men and women we all loved were fighting outside with men who only had death on their minds.

The screams we could hear all to clearly. Every once and a while a scream would be suddenly silenced and we wondered who was lost. Finally though, the noises faded and a knock sounded on the kitchen door. I waited with baited breath, along with many others, as Mum went to see if it was friend or foe that succeeded in the battle. Moments later the house was filled with family.

The rest of the guest for the wedding left quickly. Soon it was only Mum, Dad, Bill, Fleur, and the rest of my brothers sitting in the living room. All except Ron. We knew nothing bad happened, Harry and Hermione had disappeared alone with Ron soon after the Patronus had come.

I stood shakily from the corner and stumbled up the stairs. The realization that I truly did love Draco, even after everything, hit me hard. He would never love me back, I knew that. He was untouchable to me. He hated me. I would not let him know how he affected me no matter what. He hated me and I would not let myself be set up for humiliation. Draco Malfoy would never know I love him.

Maybe with time, the feelings would dim. I hoped for that much. I sank down onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. The necklace I always kept on, his necklace, slid sideways off my chest and I sat up. Why hadn't I taken it off yet? I hadn't taken it off since the day I put it on, except for in the shower.

Surely he wouldn't have given me this necklace if he hadn't felt something for me. I clung to that belief, my last shred of hope. "Because one day I intend to make you a Malfoy." I shook my head, so much for that. But maybe he had loved me, if his actions spoke the truth. But how could they? He was a Death Eater. I sighed and clutched my head in my hands. I was giving myself a headache.

I walked over to my mirror and looked at the necklace around my neck. I reached for the clasp, intending to take it off for good, but paused when my fingers touched the warm metal. No, I would leave it on. My last shred of hope.

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