Author's Note: Hello! It's me again, author of In the Night. First off, no this is not the sequel for that story seeing as its far from done and planned at twenty or so chapters when I only have seven so far. This was just another idea for a story that I had and wouldn't fricken get out of my head all day, so I had to write it. Tell me what you think. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: Personally, I see no point in these, seeing as we are writing fanfiction a nice little name that kind of you know implies that we don't own anything.

Disclaimer for the song: Now, this is different from the above because its not songfiction or something like that. Anyway, the song is by the Calling and sung by THE HOTTEST GUY EVER!!!! AKA … the guy who looks like Draco. **Also ** I had to change one of the verses to make it fit the situation better. Eep. Don't sue me, please … ^_^

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Chapter One and The Prologue: Remember

"Doctor Weasley, I just couldn't stop myself," the fifteen year old brunette girl whined while burying her head into the side of the leather couch.

"Well, what happened to what we talked about last week? Counting to ten? Taking deep breaths? In … out … in … "

"I know!" The Hogwarts student lightly screamed while shaking her fists and punching the couch that she was sprawled out upon. "He just wouldn't stop bugging me!"

Ginny Weasley, or better put Doctor Virginia Weasley: Wizarding Pediatric Psychiatrist, sighed and sunk further into the back of her squishy green chair in front of the brown leather couch that her patient was currently sprawled out upon. This was her third session with Sila Danason, a normally sweet teenage girl who just happened to have a mean streak in her that would come out when bothered, especially by this one boy who would just love to taunt her in school. She checked her watch; five more minutes until the girl's session was up, and Ginny could go home for the day.

"He kept telling me that I was stupid and worthless and that I couldn't look better even if I wanted to."

Ginny, covering her mouth, tried not to giggle. That was something a psychiatrist definitely did not do when he or she had patients in the room. They would probably think the doc was laughing at them.

But Ginny couldn't help it. The memories kept flooding back, and she let out a few girlish giggles.

"Doctor! I can't believe this! You're supposed to be helping me! Ugh!" Grunted the patient on the couch as she flipped herself over onto her stomach to bury her face further in the pillows.

Ginny had to clutch her stomach because her little giggles were becoming howls of laughter.

"I'm … sorry … Sila … hold on," Ginny replied as she fell to the floor in hysterics with her eyes closed shut and crying from tears of laughter. She felt like exploding because her lungs were gaining so much air as she breathed in heavily and then let those breaths out as loud guffaws. She had to calm herself down, and remembering that she had a job to do and that laughing like this to a patient could jeopardize it, she relaxed and regained her composure.

Ginny let out a little smile as she continued to stare at the floor where she was still sitting and looked up at the girl who had her head turned in the other direction and a pout on her face. "He likes you, Sila."

"Likes me?!" the girl said, which sounded more like a muffle because her face was still in the purple pillow. "How can he like me? He's the biggest bastard Hogwarts has ever seen!" Ginny let out a slight giggle. I doubt that.

"He told me I was the scum of the earth, and then I punched him! We're like enemies!"

"Exactly," Ginny replied with an all-knowing look on her slightly freckled visage. "He's afraid to say anything else to you for fear that if he does say something nice or show anything that even remotely seems like a nice gesture, he might actually start to like you … and, then, there's a possibility that you'll start to like him in return."

The student turned her eyes to the couch and started fiddling with one of the strings that was coming out from the pillow.

"Ew! Me like him?!"

A silence filled the room as the girl began to register what her doctor just said. How could she be right? How was it even possible for some horrible, horrible guy who only hurt her feelings to like her?

"How would you know?" whispered Sila, who raised her blue eyes to look into Ginny's brown ones.

"Because," the redhead gently said, "I just do."

"BBBBBBRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!" The wizarding timer went off and resounded against the wood walls as Ginny's last session for the day ended.

"Well," Ginny began when the bell stopped ringing against the walls and in her ears, "Ms. Danason, you may go home now. Your mother is waiting for you in the waiting room. But, before you go, I would like to schedule another appointment with you. Stop off at Justin's desk and make one, ok?"

"Ok." Sila slowly removed her head from the pillow, sat upright on in the couch, and looked out the huge floor to ceiling window behind Ginny's desk. The sun was setting throwing shades of pink, orange, and purple across the sky and into the room, signaling the end of the day and the beginning of dusk and night. " … um … thanks again doc."

Ginny smiled. "You're quite welcome."

Then, quickly as if she were lightning, Sila stood up from the couch and went over to Ginny, giving her a hug that showed her gratification for how much the doctor had helped her with school this year and that pesky boy.

Ginny, on the other hand, was surprised by this. Normally, her patients would throw fits and tantrums when their session was over. Sila, actually, was one of her easier clients; most of them had Muggle diseases like manic depression, bipolarism, and multiple personality disorder. So having a patient come up and hug her was not a very common thing.

Before Ginny knew it, Sila left the room and went back to where her mother was waiting patiently.

Ginny looked out her grand window from the room that she received when the wizarding doctors noticed her understanding and kind assets towards the patients when she was an intern. Quickly promoting her to the status of second most important psychiatric doctor in the practice, just behind the one who worked there for over thirty years and had much more experience than she, Ginny received a large and luxurious office, as well as a huge pay increase. Although she was a fresh graduate from Hogwarts with only one year on her own out of school and in the bustling wizarding world, Ginny was already making strides and noticeable accomplishments in her profession. She already created five theories for serious mental diseases, two of which were proven accurate and were on the way to having medicines and potions created for the healing of them. So, she was happy, right?

No. Virginia Weasley was not.

In fact, Virginia Weasley was far from it.

It'll be two years in three days, she thought gloomily to herself. Sighing Ginny walked over to the window where the sun was halfway gone on the horizon. The sky above was dark while the city was covered in shades of dark red and gold. Gryffindor colors. Ginny giggled. It feels like it was so long ago.

It was early summer and the seventh years, who left school a week earlier than the other classman, were roaming around the streets and starting to line up outside of clubs. On the streets, the few trees were growing luscious green leaves and the citizens of the major cosmopolitan Wizarding City in London were starting to wear shorts, tank tops, sandals, and shirts.

Finally, now that the day was over, Ginny could take off that perky little façade that she had to use for show during the day. Showing the patients any signs of sadness would probably just hurt them more, especially because it was their doctor.

She used to sing during those times long ago; she used to sing everything whether it was a song on the muggle radio or a mimic of what the bluejay was whistling outside. She had the voice of the angels - a sweet, soft voice that could be turned into one with power and strength. She used to sing, but rarely now. She had no desire to … except this time every year that is. He used to love hearing her sing.

Ginny put a hand up against the cold glass of the window and began to hum a melody that she knew oh so well and loved to sing, yet hated to at the same time. It made her feel warm and nice but sad as its words flowed through her head. Ginny closed her eyes, lightly smiled, and remembered - remembered so long ago.

Three days, Ginny sighed again as the intercom on her desk went off.

"Ginny? You there?" It was her secretary, bestfriend, alcohol-and-food-groveling-chum, and overall fun person to mull things over with … aka Justin Finch Fetchly

"Yeah, I'm here," she replied into the open air as she came out of her daze. Every office in the building was equipped with a magical intercom system where you didn't have to press any buttons to reply to the person calling you.

"I'm leaving for the day. I have that date with Padma that I've been putting off for a while now."

"Hey, just because she likes to bring you to her slutty little clubs for shits and giggles doesn't mean she'll do it all the time."

"Ah, wise words from our resident shrink. I must bow to you."

"Don't waste your time," Ginny said as another laugh escaped her mouth.

"Anyways, I have to go … "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. It's my turn to close up. It's ok, I've got it. I'll see you tomorrow, Justin."

"Thanks so much, Ginny. I'll buy you coffee."

"Lunch with all the fixings."

"Breakfast,"

"Brunch, and that's my final offer."

"Fine! Fine!" Justin replied as his light laughter filled the room. "I'll see you tomorrow, Gin."

"Chao," Ginny said as the beep that disconnected the intercom and signaled the end of the conversation sounded.

A slight, sad smile playing upon her pink lips, Ginny returned to her gazing out of the window and onto the streets below. Person, another person, drunk man upchucking on the sidewalk … boring. She turned her head away from the glass pane and accidentally and absentmindedly looked over at the wood wall on the other side of the window.

Three days, Ginny thought for the third time in a row. Moving from her spot, she walked over to the area on the wall that she was staring at and gently put her head against it. In three days, he'll be missing for two years.

The past is a funny thing. It can make you happy, it can make you sad, it can haunt you. In Ginny's case, it did all three.

And it was this time of year that they hit her hard the most.

Taking her wand out of the pocket of her fashionable black skirt suit, she muttered the incantation that she could be heard repeating almost everyday around this time of year.

"Corpeo Enterus," she softly said as a light blue light came out from the tip of her wand and formed a square around a spot on the wall about the size of a normal sheet of paper. As the light died away, the square moved aside to reveal the object that had held her heart and her mind in its sad twisted little dream for the past two years.

There, in the middle of a box in the wall, sat a pretty little snow globe with a white note under it. Reaching into the velvet encased hole, Ginny picked up the globe with one hand and the note with the other - the note that she must have read over a million times so far.

Moving over to the couch where her patients sat, Ginny gently glided her hands over the smooth surface of the snowglobe again and again, reveling in its glossy, glass surface and beauty. Finally, after holding it for five minutes, she mustered enough courage to read the note that came with it.

Ginny should have known that their relationship was doomed from the start. Him and her; she and him - two different people from two different sides of the spectrum. One rich, one poor. One arrogant, one shy. One sarcastic and menacing, the other sweetly funny and kind. She should have known. But, by the time things started to unravel, she fell in love, and no one thinks right when they're in that condition.

Sighing, Ginny read over the few lines that he delicately wrote with his flowing script.

Dear Ginny,

It's been one crazy year, hasn't it? I thought, in the beginning that is, that you were just some stupid, poor Weasley … that damn party changed everything. Don't get me wrong though! You know I don't think that anymore, not after what we have. I would do anything for you; I would go to the ends of the earth and back again just to see you smile or laugh or hit me in the shoulder when I'm being, well, me.

But that's why I have to go. I have to leave you because if I don't, people will find out about us. People who will hurt you just to see me fall. I can't tell you about them. Just know that I'm doing this for you and you alone. I never want to see you hurt because if I do, I'll never forgive myself.

Remember me. Next to this note, there's a snowglobe of us. Remember what we had. Please, remember me.

Maybe one day I'll come back when everything is fine again. Actually, I'll come back, I promise you.

I love you, Ginny.

Yours,

Draco

PS: Turn the silver wheel on the bottom of the snowglobe. It's a song that I wrote for you a few minutes ago.

As Ginny put down the note and picked up the snowglobe, she felt those two years of waiting, of wanting, or hurting coming back to her again. God, why did he have to leave me?

The tears came freely now as she peered into the snowglobe at the two people dancing on the Hogwarts grounds under the moonlight with the castle in the background. They were both dressed in winter cloaks: one green, one red - one with silver hair, one with red hair. The couple danced slowly with each other as if nothing in the world mattered except them. Every now and then, the little figure of Draco would move over to Ginny's ear and whisper something. She would laugh and then they would kiss under the stars that lined the rim of the globe.

Ginny remembered those moments. She lived in them. It was how she remembered Draco. She remembered every laugh, every small fight, every kiss, every moment. Happy or sad.

Ginny's body began to tremble as the sobs overtook her making her cries bounce off the wood walls of her luxurious office. "I miss him," she said as her cries made her choke on her words. "I miss him so much."

She wiped her eyes with the one hand that she had free and then moved it to the bottom of the black mounted snowglobe where that little silver knob was. She needed to hear the song again. She needed to hear his voice again. After turning the knob six times, the song that she loved so well began to start its first notes. It was the guitar that she gave him and that he always played. His deep voice hummed for a few seconds to get the guitar tuned and in key. Softly, he whispered as the couple began to dance again, "This is for you, Ginny"

Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
(Ah-huh)
You left me with
Goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep
I don't deserve
Well, you were always
Invincible in my eyes
The only thing
Against us now is time

Could it be any harder
To say goodbye?
And without you
Could it be any harder
To watch you go?
To face what's true
If I only had one more day

Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
(Ah-huh)

I lie down and
Blind myself with laughter
A quick hope
Is what I needing
And how I wish that
I could turn back the hours
But I know
I just don't have the power

Could it be any harder
To say goodbye?
Without you?
Could it be any harder
To watch you go?
To face what's true?
If I only had one more day

Well, I'd jump at the chance


We'd drink and we'd dance
And I'd listen close
To your every word
As if it's your last
I know it's your last
'Cause today, oh
You're gone

Could it be any harder?
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
(Ah-huh)
Could it be any harder?
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
(Ah-huh)

Could it be any harder?
To live my life without you?
Could it be any harder?
I'm all alone
I'm all alone

Like sand on my feet
The smell of sweet perfume
They stick to me forever, baby
I wish I didn't have to go
I wish I didn't have to go
I wish I didn't go away

To touch you again
With life in your hands
It couldn't be any harder

Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away

As the final chord of the song ended, Ginny wrapped her hands around the globe, held it close to her, and planted a soft kiss to the top of the glass. Fresh tears began to flow down her face and onto the glass frame where they slowly collected and slid down the glass sphere and onto her hands.

"Draco," she whispered quietly, "where are you?"

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It was that summer three years ago when it all started …

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Author's Note: The set up for this story might be a little weird at first. Half of it is going to be set back during Ginny's sixth year, and the other half will be now (or better put, where she is above). I really hope that you all liked it. If it's worth continuing, please say so. I really appreciate reviews not only because it makes me feel all happy and perky and crap like that, it makes me want to write. BTW, I would also love you all forever if you would also review my other story: In the Night. Thanks! Chao!