"No. Annie." She drew back slightly and continued, "You didn't answer my questions."

He looked at her softly. "I'm Draco Malfoy." She looked up, a confused look on her face. "I'm a wizard. I was just performing a ritual. I do it this day every year. It's a special day for me." he trailed off.

"It is? Me too. It's the anniversary of the day I was found. I turned up at some farm out in the country. I couldn't remember who I was, where I was or any of my life. What's your story?"

"I lost my one true love. It's a long story. You don't want to get into it."

"What's the ritual for?"

"To satisfy my suspicions. She's dead but I believe deep down that she's still alive. This is supposed to bring her to me, no matter where she is. She's never come, so every year, I'm reassured that she's dead."

"How sad. What was she like?"

"You." He looked deep into her eyes and she gasped. It came flooding back. Her childhood. Her relationship with Draco. Her wedding. What his father had done to her. She stood there, gasping for air that wouldn't come. Her head spun and she passed out.

But Draco was instantly there. "Annie! Annie! What's wrong? Are you okay?"

But she was out cold. ***

Annie's eyes fluttered open. She was on Draco's couch, looking up at him, leaning over her, dabbing her forehead with a wet cloth.

"You okay? I was worried."

"Well it's not easy when your entire life comes rushing back all at once." She smiled up at him, grabbed him around the neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss. "And by the way, It's Ginny." He smiled and kissed her back.

He had his Ginny.