Anywhere But Here, Anyone But You

Summary: See Chapter One.

Chapter Four: Differences

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The sun was peeking over the edge of the great cliff behind them as the stars and moon dissolved into the painted sky, and the crickets stopped chirping and the birds started singing, Ginny stirred from her peaceful slumber. She looked over to wake up Draco, to find that he wasn't there. She decided that he got an early start on the day. She let her mind reboot to remember all the events of the former day and night. She put her shoes on and climbed out of the tent. She saw Draco in the woods collecting sticks and twigs.

"What are you doing?" she yelled so that he could hear her from across the plain.

He walked up and piled the sticks in a circle. "We need to cook. Cooking requires fire. Fire requires sticks," he panted.

"Right. I know a fire creating spell if you're done," she told him matter-of-factly. He nodded.

"Leconom Inflamare," she said, pointing her wand at the pile of sticks. They caught fire immediately.

"Okay...now what?" he asked. "I'm not about to hunt for my food," he told her.

"Well...I don't know what else to do," she told him.

He sighed in frusteration. "We're going to starve," he said.

"No we're not. Like you said, we'll be found soon enough," she told him surely. She sat down on an old tree stump.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," he said, sitting on another stump.

"We do need to find water, though," she told him.

"I heard a river or something this morning, but I wasn't sure enough to check. It's over the cliff I think," he said pointing in the direction.

Before another word was said, Ginny got up and started walking toward the cliff. Draco followed. She jogged until she met the edge of the cliff and stopped abrubtly. She was speechless as she saw the sight before her. A gorgeous waterfall that ran into a sparkling lake was at the bottom of that cliff all along. Ginny's eyes searched for a way down. She found a small, thin, wiry path. Before she started walking again, she glanced up at Draco, who's face mirrored the scene's beauty. Ginny carefully walked the steep path down to the beautiful sight.

"Hey, wait!" he called after her, finally realizing she was leaving him. He walked down the path closely behind her until they both met water at their feet. Ginny took off her shoes and tossed them on the small island of rock on the shore of the small lake.

"Go back up there," she ordered Draco, pointing back to the cliff.

"What? Why?" he asked, confused.

"I'm going to take a bath," she told him as if it was obvious. He gave an exasperated sigh and trudged back up the steep path that led back to the camping ground. Ginny removed her skirt and shirt and stood there in her bra and underwear. She slowly waded into the cool water, thinking she'd never felt something so refreshing in her life. She loved the way the pebbles of rock felt under her toes and how the edge of the water caressed the dry skin as it touched it. She leaned back, letting it flow through her hair. She swam to the end of the lake, where the waterfall was and stood under it. It cleansed her completely. She swam back and just waded in the water.

Back at the cliff, Draco watched as Ginny played about in the water. Her milky-white drenched skin and wet hair that made loose, dripping curls around her face was tearing him apart inside. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, to make sure she was real and not just a dream. He suddenly realized that he wasn't breathing. He took in a gulp of air, still not being able to take his eyes off her for one second. Then he saw her glance up and he forced himself to look away. He decided to do something better with his time. He was hungry...

After Ginny was satisfied, she lay in the warm shade to dry. When her hair stopped dripping and her body was mostly dry, she dressed and started walking up the path to camp.

She smelled something cooking. As she got closer, she saw that Draco had cooked what looked like some sort of animal and a bundle of apples lay in a pile by the tent. Draco looked up.

"I thought I'd cook the best I could...you know...just in case..." he told her. Ginny smiled.

"What is it...exactly?" she asked uncertainly.

"Some fowl I got. I saw it and stunned it. And now it's our breakfast," he told her. Ginny laughed.

It was soon fully cooked, and Ginny and Draco split half of it, saving the other half for dinner. It was suprisingly good. They ate an apple each, also. When they were done, Ginny thought it was about one or two in the afternoon. They both set off to the lake and sat on the island to talk.



"I wonder why no one has come for us yet," she told him sadly.

"I don't know. It's strange," he replied, "I just really want to know why the hell a portkey was just lying around at Hogwarts. Especially one that leads to the middle of nowhere," he told her.

Ginny shook her head. They just sat there for a while, staring out into the intrancing water. A few hours later, they headed back to camp. They ate the remains of their meal. It was soon to get dark.

"Were you just lying when you said you slept with Lavender and Parvati?" she asked out of the blue.

"Why? What does it matter?" he asked, smirking at how it got under her skin.

"Because- they're Gryffindors! They're supposed to be loyal to their house! Not going...doing things...with other houses...Especially Slytherins!" she exclaimed.

"Well...they did. It happend. More than once, actually," he told her vainly.

"That's discusting," she told him.

"I beg to differ," he told her smugly.

"I don't see how you can do it," Ginny told him.

"I can show you..." he told her with a smirk as he slipped his hand up her skirt, making Ginny jump up furiously.

"There you go- thinking you can have whatever you want, whenever you want. Well you know what? You will never have ME, Malfoy. You wouldn't know what to do with such a jewel," she told him crossing her arms.

"Jewel? Is that what you think you are? Just because your a virgin? A little insight, Weasley- NOBODY WANTS YOU," and with that last cruel statement, Ginny's tears ran down her face as she ran into the open. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't care. Just as long as she got away from that disgusting excuse for a person. "Weasley, wait!" Draco yelled at her fleeing form. He started jogging after her. He knew he had crossed the line.

She ran until she collapsed, and had to grasp onto a tree to keep herself upright. Tears still ran down her cheeks freely, with no sign of stopping. She heard leaves crunching behind her as Draco walked up. She then felt strong hands take her into even stronger arms. He didn't know why he was doing it. The little Weasel had gotten to him. He just stood there, in silent apology, holding her in his arms. She smelled of apples and cinnamon. She was shaking under his form. He took off his cloak and covered her with it, secretly thanking God for creating something so precious.

"I hate you," she whispered shakily in the still air.

"I know," he whispered back and leaned down and gently took her lips to his. It was gentle, light, slow...not urgent, or needy. Draco pulled back to see her reaction. Her face held a thousand emotions. Fear, peace, desire...hate and love...he didn't know what to say. She didn't know where to begin. Her head was spinning. His very presence was intoxicating. They just stood there for a while, in each others aura. Not wanting to waste a second of it...

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Back at Hogwarts, a chaotic picture was plagueing the school. There were rumors flying around about how Draco kidnapped Ginny and brought her back to Malfoy Manor to keep her hostage. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were contacted. Mrs. Weasley was horrified and could be found crying in Dumbledore's office. The Ministry was already on a search at Malfoy Manor. Lucius thought that it was absurd that they would accuse his son, as usual, but he could also be seen sweating behind closed doors, for he was worried also.

In his office, Dumbledore sighed, as he tried to think of what could have happened. He finally got Molly and Author home waiting for news about their daughter, and made sure the whole school was reassured that everything would turn out fine, when suddenly a knock resounded on his office door.

"Yes, come in," he called. He was surprised when a very distraught and worried Seamus Finnigan walked in his door...

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