I Look Away...

            I watch him from my seat at a small café in London. He is with another, a woman. She is most likely his girlfriend - perhaps his wife – or maybe they're just rather close siblings. But I doubt siblings would kiss like that. I look away. I can't deal with the pain this sight is causing me.  I eye my now cold cup of coffee. Should I dare to warm it while all these muggles all around?

            My eyes trace the curvy writing on a sign for a book shop across the street. He catches my eyes again. I watch him intently, studying his every move, and learning every inch of his body. How I wish I could hold it, if only for one night.

            I look away. I had not noticed he was watching me to. The girl is gone. I have no idea where, but maybe if she still were there, he would think twice before walking towards my table. For the first time that I have heard, his voice is kind. When the waiter takes his order, I hear no complaints or insults; a first for him. I smile to myself. I can sense his eyes watching me. My subconscious tells me to escape. I leave the money for my not drunken coffee and walk away.

            I watch my feet as I walk. The grass is green; someone has been caring for it. I hear footsteps behind me, could they be his? A strand of my red hair falls out of the knot at the back of my head. I sit down at a bench in the park. My purse is empty of all bobbi pins. The strand will have to stay behind my ear for now. To my left there are young boys playing a game of cricket. I smile as I remember when I played quidditch for Gryffindor while I attended Hogwarts.

Someone sits down next to me. I do not dare look to see who it is. I didn't have to ignore them for long; a voice told me who it was. A voice I recognize from constantly straining my ears to hear it in my youth.

"Are you having fun watching the muggles, Weasley?" I expected his voice to be cold, but it wasn't. It was filled with kindness. I turned my head to look at him.

"You really surprise me, Draco." I say.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're not so cold and empty hearted as you use to be."

"I don't think I ever was. I was just trying to live up to my father's expectations. He disowned me after I told him I would rather die than be a death-eater with him. I hate him!" The cold comes back in his voice briefly.

"You always seemed to look up to him…"

"I always have hated him. He's so hateful. He would hurt my mother so badly that she couldn't walk. After seeing someone hurt that bad, I swore to myself never to touch a women. Not like that anyway. I know I shouldn't say this, but I'm so glad he left us!"

"Why is that?" I look at him with a puzzled expression my face.

"Because then I couldn't do this…" He shocked me. I never knew a Malfoy could be that passionate. I never imagined a Malfoy could kiss that good and do it with so much love and warmth.

He softly pulled away and shocked me again. "I love you, Ginny Weasley."

I began to cry. He pulled me into a hug and I sobbed into his chest. In between sobs I managed to say, "I love you to, Draco."

I managed to calm myself down and he smiled at me. A thought crossed my mind. "Who was that girl you were with earlier?"

"That was Pansy. You see, pure blood families have arranged marriages. Were not married yet, but that was who I was matched with. I won't go through with it though, now that I know how you feel to." He laughed softly and hugged me again.

I leaned up and kissed him. I guess I will be holding him tonight… and every night from now on.

A/N: I know it's short and stuff, but it's supposed to be! This is as far as I'm going on this one. Just a short ficlet. Please review!