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"I wish that I could hold you now

I wish that I could touch you now

I wish that I could talk to you

Be with you somehow

I know you're in a better place

Even though I can't see your face

I know you're smilin' down on me

Sayin' everything's OK

And if I make it out this thug life

I'll see you again someday

I wish, I wish, I wish

I wish, I wish, I wish"

-R. Kelly

            The sounds of his feet slamming against the hard pavement and his rough uneven breath were

the only sounds to be heard for miles around. However, inside his head he heard screaming.  A

shattering crash followed by the head-splitting shrieks of thousands.  Where he was, he had no clue,

 but he kept running; adrenaline pumping through his body, he showed no signs of tiring.  The

primeval instincts pounding the message in his brain, "ESCAPE! ESCAPE!"  He ran on, despite the

tears that blinded his vision, and the splintering cramps all over his body; despite the blood

flowing from his many wounds, he kept running. 

            "I have killed her," he thought, and with that a wild rage swept through his body, blinding

 his senses, making him go numb.

           

            "She loved me and trusted me with everything she had, and I let her die," his mind screamed. 

           

            He thought back to the day they saw each other for the first time.  Of course they had gone

to school together for seven years.  But back then their vision had been impaired by jealousy and

 a rivalry so great, even those meant to spend their lives together couldn't see past it.  It took

 many years after their graduation for the two to meet again, and those years had made monumental

 changes in them both...

                                    *          *          *

            "Well, if it isn't the notorious Draco Malfoy, may I say what a pleasure it is to finally

see you again," Agent Ginny Weasly sneered.

            "On the contrary Miss. Weasly, the pleasure is all mine, or at least it will be once I have

the privilege of presenting my master with your remains in a nicely wrapped matchbox," Draco

answered curtly.

            "Oh goody! What's your master going to do then Malfoy, give you a cookie?  Oh wait maybe

if you have been a really good boy he might just throw you a party," she returned icily.

            "Yes, and come to think of it, your body would make a lovely piñata," he said, voice full

 of contempt.

            "Oh yikes Malfoy, that was a good one, I am really shaking over here," she retorted. 

Truthfully however, she was shaking, but not for fright or lack of nerves.  The illustrious Ginny

Weasly was shaking from disgust at herself. 

            "Come on Weasly," she thought the herself, "get a grip and get the job over with, you're a

professional, you're trained to do this stuff."

            But taking one glance at the finely chiseled criminal standing in front of her, she proved

herself wrong.  How anyone could change so much in just a few years, Ginny had no clue.  Malfoy had

completely lost the pale and pointed features that had given him the distinctive appearance of a

 ferret.  Instead he looked tan and smooth.  Beads of sweat were running down Ginny's neck from the

intense chase that had led the two into this abandoned alley, but Draco on the other hand looked as

cool as if he had just stepped out of a freezer.  And perhaps best of all, he had shot up at least

a foot, since their Hogwarts days, which made him a good 4" taller than her; being a Weasly, it was

 very hard for Ginny to find men that were actually taller than her.  He raked his hands through

 his long, fine silver tresses, and glared at her with those silver eyes that seemed to pierce her

soul. She winced at the sight of him; his obvious loathing for her rolled off him like water. 

            However, it was not Ginny Weasly that Draco hated right now.  It was his father.  He hated

the man for getting him tied up in the life he now led, for convincing him it was the dark way, or

no way.  Normally, Draco Malfoy had no complaints about his gangster lifestyle.  With it came

thrill, money, power, and with all these came women.  But standing there, facing Weasly, he couldn't

 quite remember what had caused him to turn from anything good and pure, and lead such a corrupt

detestable life.  He saw her standing there in her form-fitting uniform that accented every curve,

cringing with repulsion for him, and he knew that there was no way he could kill her.

            For a while the two just stood there saying nothing.  Finally they both spoke at the same

time,  "I can't," she began.  "You'll just have to," he started.

            A bewildered look covered both their faces, and they burst out laughing.

            "I can't believe this," she gasped, "I really and truly cannot kill you, you git."

            "Well, is it really that hard to believed," he questioned smugly, "I mean look at me?  What

 woman can't resist the Malfoy Charm?"

            "Yes, and why exactly is it that you can't kill me O

 Charming One," she snapped hand on her hips.

            "Oh well, I am not sure, but I can assure you that it has absolutely nothing to do with your

small waist and expensive breast," he answered innocently.

            "WHAT!" she yelled, "I will have you know that-"

            "Dear me," he cut in, "did I say expensive, I meant... expansive."

            "Watch it Malfoy, it would do you well to remember that I am an agent."

            "Yeah," he scoffed, "an agent that just admitted she can't kill me."

            "Well, she said coolly, narrowing her glance, "a girl has been know to change her mind."

            "Yes," he answered, "they seem to be famous for it."

            "Malfoy, I told you to be careful," she warned.

            "Yes ma'am," he smirked.  "But you must admit, we do have a rather awkward situation on our

hands."

            "Agreed," she answered as she slowly approached him.  "So what are we going to do about it?"

            "Well how about this, you let me go now, and I promise to be a good boy and never hurt

anybody ever again," he proposed.

 

            "Umm let me think about that for a minute...OK I've thought about it."

            "And?"

            "You are absolutely one hundred percent insane," she exclaimed.

            "You know," he said seriously, "there is a very thin line between insanity and genius."

            "Umm not as thin as you must have hoped," she answered. "Any more bright ideas?"

            "Actually yes," he responded, drawing out a small round object and tossing it to her.

            "A ring?" she said skeptically, "what are we supposed to get married?"

            "Yeah right, you wish Weasly," Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but before she could say

 a word, Draco closed it with one finger and continued, "This a tracking bug.  It is completely

 undetectable by any computer, ward, or any thing else, muggle or magic, except this," he said

handing her a small locator, "which has been enchanted to find it whether it be miles above air or

 below water.  And best of all, it can only be removed by the person who puts it on the wearer," he

finished.

            "Hmm," she breathed, observing the ring.  She pointed her wand at it, mumbled a few words

 under her breath, when the ring flashed a vibrant purple and she smiled and met his eyes for the

 first time, "Well, maybe that line's not so wide after all.  What do we do now, shake on it?"

            "Actually," he smiled, "I had something else in mind,"

            "And what might that pertain?" she questioned.

            "Oh something along the lines of...this," and with that he grabbed her by the shoulders and

swept her up into a kiss.

            Too stunned to object she just stood there frozen to the spot.  When he pulled away however,

 she grabbed him by the collar and pulled his lips to hers.  He wrapped his arms around her back and

 pulled her.  She plunged her hands into his hair and marveled at how silky and fine it was.  He in

 turn inhaled her aroma and was in awe of how exquisite she smelled.  He found the small of her back

 and pressed her against him even harder.  Finding he could live on just the kiss alone, he took

 full advantage of the time saved from not coming up for air.  Just when it seemed that the kiss

 was becoming to much to remain just that, she pulled away and brushed a fallen lock or hair out of

her face.

            "Well," she flustered, "that was very interesting."

           

            "Quite", he smiled, holding her hands in his.

            And without a second of hesitation, she jammed the ring onto his finger and smiled up at

him triumphantly.

            "Damn," he mumbled under his breath.

            "Did you truly believe I would fall for your little trick?" she questioned disapprovingly.

            "Well, a guy can always dream," he grumbled.

            "Don't for one moment think that I am not on to you Draco Malfoy," she said warningly.

 "And now," she said, waving the locator in front of him, "I can mean that literally."

            "See you around Malfoy," she called joyfully, and with a "pop" she disapparated.

            "Malfoy, you've got to work on that charm," he thought to himself.  Then with a smile, he

apparated home, pleased to know that he would be meeting the allusive Ginny Weasly again very soon.