Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling,
various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast
Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. I am definitely not making any money off this, and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.
A/N Okay, well here's the next chapter to my "Be With You Somehow" story. I am so sorry that it took me such a long time to post
this, not to mention I know it's too short. I have been really busy with school and everything else, but have patience, and I
promise I will post the next parts faster. Thanks for reading, and please review!
CHAPTER 2
Too out of breath to continue, Draco stopped and collapsed against the towering trunk of a pine tree. Gasping for air
and shaking from grief, he slamed his head back against the rough bark, and finally, unable to hold them back, he let the tears
run down his blood stained face. Draco's chest heaved unevenally as he looked down at the ring on his finger. It was a ring
he would never take off, a ring he *could* never take off.
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Throughout the following week, Ginny could think of nothing else but her brief, yet confusing run-in with Draco Malfoy.
One day while running a background check on a dark wizard, Ginny found her concentration span waning, preferring thoughts of
Draco in leather to the boring research she was finding.
"Umm Ginny...are you all right?" her supervisor questioned, spying the dreamy smile spreading over Ginny's face.
"What?" she questioned, snapping out of her trance, "Oh right, yes Harry I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You've been acting strange all week. You know, you're not the only one upset that we didn't catch Malfoy,"
he scolded bitterly. However, once he saw Ginny tense up, his voice softened. "Don't beat yourself up over it Gin, I am sure
it wasn't your fault. Even you're bound to slip up every once in a while. You're still the best agent on this team." She looked
up and smiled and he continued, "You know, when I first met you Gin, I never dreamed that you would be the one to turn out to be
a cop, Ron maybe, buy never you. I must say though, that I am certainly glad you did, you're an excellent partner and a great
friend."
Ginny met his comforting gaze and grinned, "Thanks boss." It no longer hurt her to be Harry's "friend". She had long since
grown out of her adolescent infatuation with him, and they really had become quite good friends; she was able to confide in Harry
some things that she couldn't even tell her closest female friends. However, she couldn't tell him about Draco; there was no way
he could ever understand that.
At the mention of his name, Ginny once again sank into the gloomy pit of confusion and despair that she had begun to find
herself in quite frequently.
"Ginny, you're the one with the locator," she groaned to herself, "stop being a prat and just go find him."
And with that thought in mind, she pulled the locator from her desk drawer and set off, not so much as pausing to tell Harry
goodbye.
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Draco Malfoy stared down into his cup of coffee and frowned. It had been a week and still no word from Ginny. He scolded
himself, embarrassed that he had let the woman take over his thoughts so, but nonetheless; he couldn't get his mind off her.
Furious that he had no means of contacting her, he furrowed his brow and scowled into his mug.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you, that if you make a face like *that*, one day, it will stick and you will be stuck looking like
a lawn gnome that just bit into a lemon for the rest of your life?" smirked an amused voice from somewhere above him.
Draco jerked his head up, astonished to see Ginny standing there, an amused grin playingon her faultless face.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped, "I've been pretty careful about not breaking our agreement."
"Yes, well true as that may be, they just passed a new law, and you Draco Malfoy, have shattered it," she said solemnly.
"Right... and that law would be?"
"Taking up way too much of my thoughts," she smiled.
"Whoa, was a line?" he question, startled.
"Maybe..." she replied, "Is it working?"
"Umm yes, I'd have to say so," he admitted.
"Good," Ginny grinned, "Want to get out of here?"
"Definitely."
* * *
Later that evening Draco walked through the impressive titanium doors of his incredible art deco home. He was a much more
sophisticated man than his father and refused so spend his down time in a drafty and decrepit castle. Smiling, he hung up his
jacket and reflected on the days events. The time with Ginny had been exactly what he had needed.
However, upon entering the foyer, his peaceful bliss was terminated. Draco's smile disappeared and was quickly replaced with
a frown as he noticed an uncharacteristically large wrapped box sitting on the floor. He slowly approached the package, as if it was
a ticking timebomb, which he reminded himself, it probably was. Once Draco was within a few feet of the box, it exploded, and out
jumped a young girl, scantily clad with a perfect, if fake, figure. She looked around curiously; then, spying Draco, burst into song.
Draco looked the girl up and down; then, disgusted with what he saw, growled in his iciest tone, "Get out."
She looked at him, stunned and confused, and obviously upset at having been interupted. Finally the situation seemed to
penetrate her thick skull, and she burst into tears before fleeing the house.
Draco sighed and walked over to close the door that had been, as he thought, rudely left open. Draco assumed that this had
been his father's idea of a practical gift. Draco was used to receiving his fathers "hand-me-downs", and he usually had no complaints.
But today, something had seemed different.
"What's wrong with me?" he wondered to himsef. Although he had been enjoying the company Ginny brought, it would take a lot
more than some cop, no matter how stunning and witty, to convince Draco Malfoy to alter his criminal lifestyle. Draco had been
raised with the knowledge that he could have anything he desired. He had never worked an honest day's job in his life, and found the
idea revolting. Stealing had always been so much easier, and seeing as he was not burdened by an annoying conscience, it did not take
the young Malfoy long to develop a distinguished talent for it.
"Why pay for something you can get for free?" had often asked himself with a smirk. But he knew in the back of his mind, that
even with all his skill and money, there was one thing he could neither steal nor buy. He shook the idea out of his head.
"Draco, old boy," he thought, "don't waste your time, no *Weasley* is worth it."
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A/N Well like always, thanks for reading and please review! I am really going to try to get the next chapter out within the week.
Thanks for waiting:)