A/N: If none of this story makes sense to you, don't worry. I don't understand it either. I just write whatever pops into my head. There's no real end or beginning.This story is like life. It could go on forever or it could be very short. But it will always be cherished by someone. I'm full of Cliches and metaphors. I enjoy writing the way I do. I'm cryptic and confusing. I'm artistic and poetic in some ways. Everything I write has some special meaning to me. If I didn't feel something from this I wouldn't write. Just remember that.

Anyways I'm back again… This is my longest story on ff.net thus far. "So what" you say? Good. Apathy is an attractive trait. :::scoff::: Well I've been in bed lately. Deathly Ill and all, And watching my brother play Kingdom Hearts. That game is so cute! :::sigh:::

I know I don't like reviews but geez… How else am I gonna find out how many people read this pile of brain shit? Creativity is for the non-judgemental. Just use the review button as a way to say Hi so I can count ya. Or to give me cruel ideas to torture Draco in the naughty way and Pansy in a painful way. [More pain the better]

Well I haven't much to talk about. Except Draco and Ginny belong to J.K Rowling [That preggie moo-moo her ^_^;;] and all other blah blah companies that own it too. Capitalist pigs. ::growl:: I also changed the name of the story. w00t!

[Oh yeah I ordered a shirt from Fictionalley.org's store. I got the Draco Jersey –Waits impatiently for it to show up at her house-] The Lighthouse's Tale belongs to Nickel Creek. [I'd listen to this song when reading draco's bit about it so by all means…Get it!]

Momentary - Chapter 4 – I Am A Lighthouse.

….She noticed Draco standing now in front of her. "Hi Virginia." He smiled. That genuine smile. "Do you like to dance?" He asked softly, holding a pale hand towards her.

She had many thoughts bubbling to the surface at that moment. Such as 'I'd love too' or 'Why on earth would you want to dance now?'. How could he be so unbelievably… random? His smile. It was so honest, beautiful and innocent. He looked like a little boy. Her mind went made with possible answers for such a simple question but all she could manage to conjure up was…

"Dance?Now?" She asked him, questioningly. "Yes, Weasley. It's not like I said 'Shag me here, Shag me now, Shag me ragged.' " His tone had a bit of a bite. "Well…I suppose it wouldn't hurt…" Her feet carried her to him slowly "What? Dancing or Shagging? Her smirked.

"MALFOY!"

Draco led her to the far side of the lake into a small heavily-forested area. [note: There are other woods other than the forbidden forest.] Her hand was clasped tightly in his warm, strong grip. He led her to a small dimly lit clearing. The trees branches stretched out over it creating a big shade umbrella of oranges,reds and yellows. The ground around the flat grass clearing was covered in large patches of violets and bushes of fall ripened strawberries. If you looked around you could see what looked like small rivers of light breaking through the thick foliage overhead.

He stood beside her examining the area. "I didn't know anything this beautiful existed here" Spoke Ginny as she tried to take in all the sensations without crying. She turned to Draco, Her personality doing a 180 on him. "Malfoy.You know... If this is a trick or if I end up dead… I'll make sure everyone knows it was you." Waving that almighty finger in his face again "Calm down Weasley. I've got no reason to kill you."

She listened to his steps behind her. "Dance now?" He held out his hand to her. She looked at it for a moment then took her robes off. Her white sweater was fitted gently to her body outline and her and her the standard short dark grey pleated skirt she wore seems so much nicer on her. 'ah. She's got a big bottom' Draco snickered softly to himself. She hung her robes on a tree with a nubby branch. "Alright Draco. Make me glad I wanted to do this." She held her hands out toward him as he hung his robes up with hers. "Karaokeious" Draco said as he stuck his wand into a soft layer of dirt. The wand played a soft tune with a bluegrass sound "Draco…is this…Muggle Country music?"

Ginny looked at him smiling as he stepped to her slipping an arm around he waist and taking her small hand in his. Their bodies were comfortably close. The scent of cinnamon enveloped his nose as he pulled her into him. Her cheek rested on his chest as she heard him sing.

I am a Lighthouse, Worn by the weather and the waves.

I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.

I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past.

I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts.

He gently spun her as she looked at him in shock. He continued to sing for her and only her.

I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea

We had grown closer, 'til his joy meant everything to me.

He was to marry, a girl who shown with beauty and light.

They loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into nights.

He danced her softly around the whole clearing. His voice unrelenting, As if his singing would win him her heart.

She'd had to leave us; my keeper, he prayed for a safe return,

But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned.

He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind,

And in me so helpless, as dashed against the rocks she met her end.

He looked at Ginny. She looked like she was crying, since she wouldn't look into his eyes. Still holding her hand in his own, He lifted her face to his and kept singing.

Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore

He kissed her cold face, and that they'd be together soon he swore.

I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand,

Then he climbed my tower, and off the edge of me he ran.

Draco found it hard not to cry himself. It was a very touching song. Although he forgot where exactly he had heard it.

I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves, And though I'm empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.

When he had stopped singing he kept holding ginny, swaying softly and the music still playing from his wand. Her body was loose and soft in his arms. His eyes closed with heavy lids.

She rubbed her eyes against his shoulder and sniffled. "Is there anything you can't do?" She took small shallow breathes. "Well I can't draw or cook. I'm not good with kids and I can't braid hair" He smirked at her as they both broke into a fit of gentle laughter.

A Secret only for them. 'Maybe I could love him' She thought at they took their robes down and laid them out to sit on.