Their eyes met across the small gap between them. Even in his gaze, she could hear his voice, telling her not to be scared, that nothing would happen to them, that he would try and get them out of it.

Virginia had given up hope that that was possible.

Draco couldn't stand up straight, due to the ache that still emanated from his broken ribs. He was leaning against the wall of the church were the mob had led them, and then stood around them shouting.

Some one had thrown rotting fruit at them, and a still firm apple had struck Draco in his side. Virginia had winced as she heard him hiss in pain. She wanted nothing more than to run to his side, to wrap his arms around him, kiss him better and apologise again for getting them into this mess.

She should have left when she had the chance, she realised, she should have left when Draco told her to. None of this would of happened, Draco's father never would have tried to hurt them, and they never would have been condemned to death the way that they had been.

Or maybe, she should have just allowed Draco's father to have his way with her in the first place… He heart ripped at the thought. That never would have saved any of them, because Malfoy still would have known that Draco was the keeper of her heart, and then, then she would have been killed anyway,

Well, at least he would have been safe.

Cold, soft fingers wrapped around hers, and looking up, she saw that Draco had inched his way over to her and wrapped their hands as well as their tight ropes would allow. It was comforting to know that she had him with her. That he would never let her go. He would rather die than live with out her, and she knew the feeling was mutual.

"Quiet!" a voice called from behind the cheering crowds, and within seconds, the mob was speechless. From behind the congregation, Malfoy pushed his way to the front. Virginia noticeably flinched at the sight on the man that early that day had planned to take advantage of her body. Draco's grip on her hand tightened a little.

"We have you finally witch, there is no where to run" The crowds cheered again "You can not put a spell over this many people, there is no way you can run, no way that you will escape us. You will run but we will run faster. YOU WILL DIE"

"Then kill me Malfoy, you worthless piece of shit!" Virginia mumbled. She had no idea where her strength was coming from, whether it was the knowledge that no matter what she did she was going to die anyway, or maybe it was the confidence and support running from Draco's fingertips into her own body, but for some strange reason, now that he stood, towering over her, Virginia did not fear him.

The hand that struck her created a mighty cheer amongst the villagers. Virginia looked up, just in time to see Draco spit at his father.

"Draco don't" Virginia began, he was weaker than him at that point, and his father knew that, being the heartless bastard that he was, Malfoy would not hesitate in taking advantage of the fact that he had the upper hand.

And he didn't. Draco's hand slipped out of his as Malfoy slammed his fist into Draco's broken ribs. Virginia screamed and dropped to his side. He lay on the ground, in obvious pain, trying to block out the sound of the others laughing at his discomfort.

"You bastard" Virginia exclaimed, watching as a tear ran down Draco pale dirty cheek. That only enraged him further, and Malfoy spat at Virginia.

"How dare you, you little wench" he exclaimed, and then leaned down so that his face was in front of hers, his nose brushing her own and his foul breath making her stomach turn. "You could have prevented this, you little whore, I gave you…" he ran his hand covertly down over her breast "ample opportunity to give yourself to me. To fulfil my wishes. I even believed that you had come to your senses in Draco's room today. But I was mistaken, and for that, you must die."

"Let is be known" he exclaimed so that every one in the street could hear him. "Virginia Weasley has just denied her rights to a trial. She has said that if we plan to kill her, to do it out right…and you better believe that we plan to kill her, along with my son."

He moved back to talking to Virginia. "Or maybe I will keep you alive, kill Draco and have you for myself."

"Never"

"Then maybe I will make you…lets see, yes… You will not die first my dear. I will make you watch as Draco hangs, I will make you watch the lifeless body of the man that you love as he swings by his broken neck….I may even make you remove the trap door from under his feet, I will make you kill him. Yes, that sounds like fun."

Virginia could feel the hot tears in her eyes, but she would not let them fall. There was no way that he would give him the satisfaction.

"God will avenge our deaths" Virginia replied.

"God!" He laughed loudly "God does not take sides of witches, and those who betray their parents."

"And you think he would take the side of you, you are nothing but a murderer. You are planning to take the life of your own flesh and blood. No amount of praying, begging for forgiveness will give you the penance that you require to be accepted into heaven. You will be sending us to heaven, so you will not be granted the same privilege." Virginia replied angrily.

"I fear not your words"

"Then you should fear hell and eternal damnation!" Virginia exclaimed. Numerous people in the crowds gasped. Malfoy stood back a little, pointed a shaking finger at her and covered his mouth in fake shock.

"You all heard that, she just witched me, she sentenced me to eternal hellfire, you all heard her!" Malfoy exclaimed. The crowd cheered.

"Send them to the Cells, Now!" Malfoy told the two people who had transported Virginia and Draco to the church. They dragged Draco up off of the ground, and then harshly led them both to the prison cells.

*****

Her wrists were raw from where she had been struggling against the ropes, trying to get her hands free so that she could try and revive Draco, who had lost consciousness soon after they had entered the small prison cell.

They had been put in one together. Virginia had wondered why, but then she realised. It was highly possible that this was her last night alive. At least they were allowing them to spend it together.

Virginia wondered where her brothers were, and how they were managing in Boston. Charles and William both would be missing the farm, she knew that, even though it had only been a week or so since they had left. She wondered if they had found nice, respectable girls in Boston to spend their spare time with, however, she knew it was high possible that they had not, Boston didn't usually attract nice, respectable girls.

She wondered if Percival and Penelope or Ronald and Hermione had said their vows yet. It had been their dreams for Boston to take their future wives with them, and she wondered if any of them had been wed, considering hat both of the girls fathers gave Virginia's brothers permission to marry them. It seemed the Clearwater and Granger did not fear the 'witchcraft' in their blood.

But most of all, Virginia worried about the Twins. George and Fredrick. She could feel their fear as they prepared to leave that day. At first she had convinced herself that they had been scared for her safety and not for their own, but now she knew the truth. Fredrick and George always seemed to have everything under control, they were intelligent in their own way, popular with the others their age, most of the time the centre of attention and also the ones who were natural born leaders.

Charles was Strong, William was intelligent, Percival was bossy, Ronald was a realist, but Fredrick and George, they were leaders. And for this journey to scare them this much, then Virginia knew that she was in a lot of trouble.

She wondered how many of them were still together. They had made the plan to split up, and then to meet again in Boston. She wondered if that plan had failed, just as her own plans had failed.

Virginia wanted to know if they had found their father, and if he was reunited with her mother. That had been the hardest thing for Virginia when she convinced her family to leave her behind. They boys were easier to say good bye to, because she could convince herself, no matter how stupid the notion was, that she would see them again. But her mother, she knew she would never see her mother again, and that was what had scared her, that is what she was crying for. She missed her mother terribly.

Letting out a cry of frustration, Virginia finally got her hands free. They had been tied behind her back, and the first thing that she did when she saw them again was wince. She had drawn blood in a few places while trying to get her hands free.

Next, Virginia moved to Draco's hands, untying him quickly and running her own, work calloused hands over his soft ones. He had passed out, mainly from the pain of his ribs, which were swollen, bruised and she suspected, internally bleeding.

He was in pain, and for the strangest reasons, Virginia found herself hoping that he had already died. That there was an end to his suffering, that he would not have to die out there in the public eye, and even worse, he would not have to witness her death.

Virginia told herself that she could handle it better if he was to die in there with her. She would be able to grieve for him, and then, she would go, face the public, and join him in the after life.

Her hand moved to his mouth, and was relived that he was still breathing. She wanted him to die there in the cells, but she didn't want him to ever leave her.

"Draco, wake up" she whispered softly, shaking his shoulder. "Draco please wake up"

He did not move. He just stayed where hw as, laying on his back, his closed eyes sowing a side of him the Virginia was yet to notice. His skin was stretched and hollow, almost as though he had not eaten since this whole ordeal had begun, which was highly probably considering she had not eaten in a while. There were dark shadows under his eyes, showing his lack of sleep, and there was a cut on his lip that looked like he had bitten himself when his father had been kicking him.

"Draco my love, Wake up" she whispered a little louder.

He still did not move.

Virginia nodded to herself, agreeing with the little voice in her head that had told her that he needed sleep and that she should not be as selfish as to wake him. She just smiled, ran her hand across his forehead, brushing away his soft blonde hair, and kissed his forehead.

"Good night, may tomorrow be the best of our lives, for it will also be the last."

And with that, she moved a little closer and settled down to rest.