Disclaimer is in the Prologue.

The beginning of the end

"There he is!"

"Do you see him! Oh, my. I definitely would not object to him rescuing me from the air."

Giggles filled the air, as he walked past to the breakfast. He gave a few flirtatious smiles, enjoying his fame that he thought would be short lived. It had been two weeks and Ginny was well and functioning. It didn't hurt as much if he didn't look at her or him draped all over her. The glint of silver on her neck full of hope and the way her eyes never lost their sad gleam drove him mad when he was alone at night. That night he had an appointment with Blaise. She was another Slytherin, a particularly whorish one but she had a body that could please any man, nice full lips, a long, aristocratic nose, and an annoying tendency to try to do everything in her power to break the engagement to Pansy. Secretly, he preferred Blaise because of her sexual skills, but Blaise was also much needier person when it came to sex while Pansy would just need a few gifts every now and again to make her happy and she would leave him alone for weeks at a time. He had bedded so many pure bloods, his mistresses in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, yet there was only one pure blood he wanted to bed. He felt his little self stiffen as he ate his buttered, raspberry scone. He closed his eyes and imagined his grandparents shagging, which promptly decreased the tension in his pants. It would not do to dwell on her. He simply had to let her go.

Exams came and went and Draco went back to his unfeeling self. He boarded the train home, as usual. He went home and was greeted too warmly by his mother and too coldly by his father. He refused to let himself think about her. She was his emotions all knotted and tied up and stuffed into a little box in the deepest portions of his mind. She was forbidden.

He woke up panting and erect, sweating and randy. He rolled out of the damp spot on his sheets and into the adjacent bathroom. He turned on and stepped into the cold shower washing away the memory that had recurred nearly every night in his dreams. It was so hard to forget the feel of her skin and her vanilla perfume. She used just enough for it to be enticing but not intoxicating. He groaned as the erection came back and he began to rub his dick, squeezing and stroking faster and faster. He leaned against the wall as allowed her to invade his mind and consume his senses. He could almost smell her, almost taste her, and almost hear her as his pants and suppressed moans echoed in the bathroom. He was needed release, he ached for release and with her smiling face burned into his mind he came. The shower was still cold.

He dressed and from his window, climbed up the fence that the ivy grew on so that Malfoy Manor would have the look of ivy without the destruction of it. He lay on the roof and watched as the sky so full of stars turned gray, then pink, and before it turned blue he climbed down.

Ginny watched the sunrise leaning out of the window in her room. Hermione was still asleep as was everyone but Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, who was stalking a gnome that was playing hide and seek in the unmowed lawn. She climber out the window and down the fencing that was covered in magical ivy. If you looked at the underside of these leaves you found them to sparkle and shimmer in ways that you thought were impossible. The only downside was the shimmer stayed on your skin, and so her mother would know she had climbed down. But now, she didn't care, it wasn't something to be cared about. Under the pink sky she lay on the dew covered lawn, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of morning until a shadow cast over her face. Pink spun as she opened her eyes which deepened to red and then black.