"What do you think about fate?" she asked, her hair forming a crimson halo around her head as she laid down on the grass below her, cinnamon eyes glued to the sky.
"What?" he responded, his silvery eyes looking upon her uncertainly. She lifted herself up enough to turn and face him, looking directly into his eyes.
"Fate. Do you believe that our lives are predestined? That our future is written out for us in the stars?" She spoke soberly, her eyes never leaving his.
"Hmm… I don't know, I never thought about it before," he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. "What do you think?"
"I asked you first," she stated dryly, lifting herself up to his level.
"So?" he looked at her with one eyebrow raised, platinum hair falling over his eyes.
"So, you answer first," a smirk played at her lips. He sighed heavily.
"Alright, alright. What do I think about fate?" he paused to think about it, "Is my destiny in the hands of some unknown force? No. No, I guess I don't believe in fate." She was silent, contently looking up at the stars. "Well, this would be your turn to speak," he said, slightly amused.
"Hmm?" she responded, seemingly coming out of an odd sort of trance.
"It's your turn. To answer, that is."
"Oh, yes," she said almost sadly, and became silent once again. It was a good 3 minutes, possibly longer, before she spoke again. "I don't believe in fate either. I sometimes wish though… maybe if we knew… we could fix things. If we knew beforehand, you know. But then I think, if things were predestined, and we had the ability to know all that was to come, death, and destruction would still plague our lives. Even if we did everything in our power to stop it, this pain is inevitable. I doubt you could easily derail destiny. I just… I only wish… we could…" she choked, suddenly dissolving into tears. He immediately brought his arm around her, cradling her to his chest, whispering words of comfort into her ear. "Draco, make it away. Please, take the pain away." His heart broke with her words. He wanted to do all he could to stop her tears from falling, but he had no idea how. He had never felt compelled to comfort another human being before in his life. Throughout his entire existence all he had ever felt was loneliness and desolation. But now, now he had Ginny. She changed him, taught him how to care, how to love. For that's what he did now, he loved her. He loved her with all he had and would do anything he could to prove this to her. He brought an unsure hand up to her chin and lifted her face to his. He wiped away the salty rivers that stained her cheeks with a callused thumb. Slowly, he brought his face closer to hers, and gently brushed his lips against hers. It was so gentle it could not even be described as a kiss.
"I'll do my best," he said so softly she had to strain to hear his words. This brought a fresh new wave of sobs, and she rested her head on his shoulder. His words, his actions were something she was unsure of how to handle. She had so many emotions running through her at once. Grief, despair, desolation, but then, something oddly different from the others, love. Love that warmed the expanse of her heart that had grown so cold. Love that she had never felt before and wanted to keep it forever. To keep him forever. With all of the bad in he world now, he was her only escape.
"Draco," she spoke quietly, recovering from her tears.
"Yes," he was stroking her hair lightly with his hand.
"Never leave me," she lifted her head, a serious expression on her face. He stared into her cinnamon orbs, taking in the beauty of her. A smile lingered on his lips when he spoke.
"Not even if it was written in the stars."
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