Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. But on a happier note, I finally got this really cute shirt from my sister I'd wanted to steal since she got it a year ago! It makes me happy.

On a completely different note that my slowly expanding wardrobe stolen from my sister, I would like to thank everyone for being so patient as I muddled through my writers block. It has been far to long since this story as seen an update and I look forward to seeing what you guys think of it, short as it may be.

To Belatrix Lyra Black: Thank you for the proposal! I got proposed to before my story! YAY! Seriously, this one story I'm reading go so many people asking to marry it and it made the author Ashel-13 sad because nobody wanted to marry her. Lol, your review totally made my day!

To Faerie0975: You asked a question and I gave you the answer through a PM but others might be wondering that same thing so I'll answer it again for those who wonder.
Q: What's the point of sneaking Ginny down to the train station and then leaving her there?
A: They had to get her out of the castle, away from the Carrows, before she was safe. The Carrows weren't on the train. If she had just up and walked out of Draco's room and run into the Carrows, or anyone really, she would be in trouble. And if Draco defended her, then their secret would be out. So really, the only way to get her home was to get her to the train as someone else.
Oh and congrats on the standing ovations in the school play! Way to go!

To those of you whom cried at the end of the last chapter: YAY! It really makes me happy to know my writing can inflict readers with such strong emotion! Mission accomplished!

As is hopefully obvious by now, I've decided to not make a sequel and to just continue this story as is. The reasoning behind this is that I've already got the chapter that gives this story it's name typed out but it's not to the point in the story I can post it yet. I've had it written since nearly the beginning of this story. I would like to at least get to that chapter before I end this and put up a sequel. Or by the time I get there I may just keep the story going and not make a sequel at all.

This author note turned out pretty long so I'll just leave it here.

Without further ado:

Chapter 32

Ginny POV

The moment I jumped onto the train the door slammed behind me and I took off running down the isle. I kept me head down and looked frantically for an empty compartment. I was lucky and one wasn't hard to find. The train must have had not even half the people it normally did, a testament to how bad this year had been.

I slammed the door behind me and looked out the window just as the train was about to round the first bend, the one that would steal the platform from view. I watched as Draco stepped out from behind the pillar and looked right at me. I couldn't hold back the waves of despair that crashed over me as I mouthed 'I love you' to him a second before the train rounded the bend. Then he was gone. Gone from me view, gone from my life for an immeasurable amount of time, maybe forever.

I crumpled on the seat as the sobs took over. I took out my wand and locked the door and put the blinds down on the compartment so I could cry in privacy. I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them, sobbing into my knees. I wasn't sure how long I sobbed. It could have been minutes or hours. Time held no meaning to me. The only thing that stirred me from my desolation was a soft knock on the door of the compartment.

I looked up at the door and waited, hoping whoever it was would just go away. Nobody knew who was in here, I hoped. I had tried to keep my identity secret when I got on the train but I had been more concerned with getting to see Draco one last time. I had kept my head down but my hair was unmistakable. I silently prayed that whoever it was would go away.

I looked down at my watch as I wiped my eyes, trying to stifle my tears. It was nearly seven in the afternoon. I had been on the train for eight hours. I was stunned at how long I had cried. I waited silently and let out a breath of relief when the footsteps sounded leaving the door of the compartment. I slumped back onto the seat, exhausted.

I looked out the window to see trees flying by, wilderness surrounding the train. The sun was nearing the edge of the horizon and there was the tiniest bit of pink starting to show. But I took none of this in as I stared blankly out the compartment window.

As I stared with unfocused eyes I let my mind drift back to the times Draco and I had spent together. To think all of this had started with a threat on my life. I almost laughed at the thought. And then there was the night at the lake nearly two years ago. A soft smile came to my lips as I recalled sitting by the lake with him. That was the first time we really talked.

All those nights by the lake flooded into my mind like a blur of happy memories. Then that day in the library where he unexpectedly helped me with my potions homework. That was the first time I ever said his name, not Malfoy but Draco. And that was the first time he called me Ginny. My name sounded so right coming from his perfect lips.

Then there was the time I found him crying in the bathroom. I didn't know what was wrong at the time. But it didn't matter to me why he was crying, only that he needed me.

After that was where pain started to seep into my memories. After that was when Draco tried to go back to acting like he hated me to get me to go away, to protect me. But Blaise told me why he was doing that and he talked Draco out of that silly idea. It was after that, that he gave me the necklace I still wore every day, even through all the hard times.

I could recall vividly when I thought Draco was avoiding me after the Christmas holidays. It turns out he had been, only for fear of what I would think when I knew what the necklace meant. When we ran into each other in the library, whether he had that planned or not I still didn't know, and he told me what the necklace meant. That night I fell asleep curled up with him under our tree.

It wasn't long after that, that Harry had used that curse on him, nearly killing him on the floor of the boys' lavatory. I remembered the panic that gripped my heart like it was only yesterday.

The few months after that had been happy but strained in a way. I knew something was wrong but didn't press him into telling me. I knew it would do no good to try. It was only on that fateful night that I understood why he had been so edgy and stressed. It was only then I realized he was trying to kill Dumbledore. And that, through his actions, Snape had killed Dumbledore; the man nobody had believed could be killed.

I cringed at the memory of seeing Draco flee with the Death Eaters. I had to hold back tears at the memory of the desolation I felt, the betrayal that pierced my heart like a knife. I had tried to let go, tried to move on after that. But it didn't work and it was during the attack on the Burrow at Bill and Fleur's wedding that I realized how much I truly loved him. I cried that night more than ever, believing he would never love me.

I fought my parents to let me go back to school that year, determined to see Draco, even if he didn't love me. I vowed to keep my feelings to myself and save myself from embarrassment. I did fairly well at it until my detention with the Carrows. I barely escaped death that night. But that was an evening that marked a turning point in my life. It was filled with terror and pain but also relief and love. That was the night Draco had saved me.

He explained why he did everything he did as we sat in the sitting room of his dormitory and I began to understand. Everything he had done he did not do in evil, he did for love. It was love for his mother that made him take on the task of trying to kill Dumbledore, so Voldemort wouldn't kill her. It was love for me that had kept him from showing his true feelings, to protect me.

Not long after he brought me to his dorm, the Christmas holidays were upon us. That was when I got Amour. Draco had gone home for the holidays, though he wanted nothing more than to stay with me. He failed his apparition test after he went home so he wouldn't have to go on the missions Voldemort wanted him to go on. He had been punished.

I remembered vividly the terror in my heart, the tears I shed, as I tried to nurse him back to health. It took a while before he was okay after that, emotionally and physically. His father had taken a lot out of him.

That year, though it was hard, had been one of the best. Draco and I had gotten so close while living in such close quarters. Though it had gotten monotonous after a while, it was worth it. I was with Draco.

It was later into the semester that I first found out about Potterwatch. The news secretly put on by Lee Jordan kept me sane over the passing months. It was nice to hear real news but it was a harsh dose of reality at times, hearing the names of those lost.

I laughed softly as I remembered all those nights I sat up with Draco and Blaise trying to help them study for their NEWTs. I would probably be able to pass all the NEWTs myself after how much I helped them. They were both pretty helpless in Charms and that was what we spent most of our time going over. It did little good for Blaise in the end but it made for some good times, funny memories.

The most recent memory in my mind was leaving Draco. I knew we had to go our separate ways for this war, but I hated it. The joy I felt at the happy memories dissolved as I remembered our heart-wrenching goodbye. Though he said he would always find his way back to me, I couldn't help but have a nagging fear in my mind that something would happen and I would never see Draco again.

I don't think I would be able to bear if something happened to him. Last summer had been truly hard on me, a hell on earth really. But the one thing that kept me going was he was still alive, there was still hope, no matter how slim it had seemed. But what would I do if he were killed? How would I go on? It would be killing me as much as him.

There was so much danger that he was walking into. He hated what he was expected to become. He was expected to become just like his father. A Lucius clone, a killing machine. But he couldn't become that. No matter how much he hid it to those around him, he had a big heart. He kept it well hidden to save his life but it was still there. The only comfort I had was that Blaise would be with him.

There was no guarantee that I would see the man I loved ever again. There was no guarantee that either of us would make it through this war we were so cruelly thrust into. And the mere thought made me want to let the sobs I was holding back break through my self-control. But, I couldn't stop the tears.

Before my unfocused eyes the scenery changed from wilderness to neat farms, as we got closer to London. My family would be waiting for me at the station. Not all of them would be there, probably only Dad and maybe an order member or two. It wasn't safe to be out in the open.

I sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head back against the seat. I hadn't believed there was any pain worse than what I experienced last summer, when I thought Draco didn't love me. Today, I had been proven wrong. I felt like when I said goodbye to Draco that my heart had been ripped in two. To know that I may never see him again, to know he was walking into such danger that his life could be ended in an instant, it was unbearable.

I opened my eyes and wiped away the tears that had escaped, shaking my head. I had to calm down and act normal for when the train arrived. I couldn't let my family see me like this; it would rise to many questions. I would be able to cry once I was in the safety of my bedroom with a silencing charm around me.

I wiped the drying tears off my face and pulled out my wand. After a quick freshening spell, nobody would be able to tell I had spent the better part of the train ride crying my eyes out. I looked out the window when I felt the train starting to slow. I could see the platform in the distance.

My luggage had been magiced to my compartment soon after the train had left the station and I felt guilty when I saw Armour staring at me with mournful eyes at being stuck in her cage for so long. "Sorry, sweetie," I said softly as I stood and pet her through the bars of the door. "I'll let you out when we get home."

She meowed at me sadly and lay down, curling up. I picked her cage up and put it on the seat as the train jerked to a halt at the platform. I hauled my trunk down too and set it on the floor before pulling my hood over my bright red hair. It was better to stay as unrecognizable as much as possible. My hair would be a dead giveaway as to who I was.

Before I slid the compartment door open I looked around at the small compartment. I knew with a certainty that I would never step foot on this train again, never go back to the castle that had been my home as much as the Burrow for the past six year.

I was assaulted with memories as I looked at the familiar seats of the compartment. I remembered my first time on the train, the joy I felt at finally being old enough to go to Hogwarts. I remembered the silly fear as well about the sorting. Ron had told me it was immensely painful.

Year after year, this train had taken me to a place so full of happiness and life, a place of learning and making new friends. But that chapter in my life was over. I would never go back. As I slid the door open and stepped out into the nearly deserted corridor, my trunk floating ahead of me and Armour's cage in my hands, I knew it was time to close this chapter of my life.

It had been a good six years, though it had a rocky start and its hard patches, it was full of happy memories. Memories of friends, learning, and love. A picture of Draco popped into my mind. Yes, he was one thing that would continue in this new chapter of my life, if only a memory for a while. But, in my heart I knew I would see him again. He had told me so. He would find his way back to me, no matter how long it took. And I would be waiting for him.

As I stepped off the train, I easily spotted those who were waiting from me. Dad was waiting for me with Tonks and Lupin. I smiled at Tonks and Lupin before hugging my dad. "I missed you, Ginbug," he said quietly as he hugged me back.

"I missed you too, Dad," I said with a smile that came easily. He hadn't called me Ginbug in years. It took brought back so many memories. Tonks took my luggage and Armour and apparated off. Dad took my hand and too turned on the spot, taking me with him.

Before the train station disappeared before my eyes, I took one last look at the so familiar platform. As the platform disappeared from my eyes as Dad apparated us away, I knew I would never look back. That part of my life was over. I hoped the next six years turned out to be just as rewarding as the previous ones.

I seem to ask the same questions every time I end a chapter. How was it? Did you like it? Was it okay? And again I will ask you to answer those questions. I write this story for you, yes you reading this right now, and I want to know how I'm doing. What do you think?

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. They don't even have to be related to my story if you'd like. I would like to alleviate any confusion my story may cause. I know I like it when I can get some facts strait with the author. It helps. So, feel free to pass anything by me.

Writers block is horrible and I don't really know much of where to go from here. If you have any ideas or suggestions, I would appreciate them very much. Who know, maybe you'll see your ideas playing a role in this story. I really need ideas for what to have Draco do during their time apart. Any ideas to throw out?

BJ feels very loved after being fed by several people last chapter and he would like to feel that way again. So, if you can find the love in your heart, feed BJ! He tis hungry!

And remember, a happy author writes better and faster! So review and make me happy!