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Summary: The final battle, as it could be: Tons of pairings, all my faves.
A/N - Sorry, this took me so long. Please review.
Prologue - Things you should know
Ginny gazed out of the Owlery window, the autumn wind was whipping her clothes and freezing her, but at the moment she just wanted to think. The entire castle seemed either gripped by some frenzy or a tense, icy silence.
"Hi, sorry I didn't know anyone was here." She turned around; Draco was looked at her with a kind of a shamefaced look as he turned to go. She felt a rush of compassion, for him.
"You can stay, I was only thinking." He appeared surprised at her invitation, a smile, a true smile formed on his face, melting away the hangdog look he had had for the past month, she guessed.
They sat in silence for a while, the only sound was the October gale, driving a storm of drizzle, they didn't move, this was the best place to think after all.
"What were you thinking about?" He was the first to break the silence.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?" She turned to face him, he was a little taken back by her sharp reply. But there was only one thing to think about, the near future, there was no definite plans, nothing solid, consistent, no reliability; a multitude of possibilities, which people dwelt in.
"Oh, I should have guessed." There was silence for the next five minutes.
"I hate it you know, genuinely hate it. The tension, I wish I could do something about it!" Her voice seemed desperate as it got faster, "But I can't." She trailed off sadly.
"You can. You can offer ideas, be part of their plans but they won't trust me, they'll never trust me."
"I, I guess I never thought of it like that. What made you change?"
He didn't answer for a moment. "Several things," he answered.
Ginny could tell that this was dangerous territory, but she was now filled with a reckless curiosity, she told herself that she had a right to know, this was the answer to the question she had often wondered.
"You must have told somebody, otherwise Dumbledore would never have let you stay, not if he thought you were a spy."
"I am not a spy." He said it quietly but determinedly.
" How do I know that?" She retorted.
"Dumbledore trusts."
"Then why does he trust you? What were the reasons, if there were any, why won't you tell me? Am I not trustworthy enough, or are there no reasons?" A swift anger had now caught her. She now felt that she had to know.
"The first one was."
She waited.
"The first one was you."
She stared, stunned.
He spoke quickly, anxious to say it all now. "Ginny, don't leave." The distress was evident in his tone " Please Ginny, I love you."
It was overwhelming, Ginny stood motionless, shocked at the change, she should have noticed it before, from the arrogant daddy's boy just last year to the anguished man in front of her now telling her how he felt, telling her that he loved her, for fear that if he didn't tell her now he never could.
She stood speechless, and then she cried. "Ginny, I didn't mean to upset you. " She shook her head. He fidgeted, uncomfortable.
"Draco, I don't know if I love you." She kept her head down, "I think maybe you should move on, I can be your friend but until I know, for sure."
"I understand."
"It's not that I don't love you, or that I love someone else, it's that I just don't know."
"It's ok," it was heartfelt and honest. "Can we be friends though? I need support."
She looked up worried, "Why?"
"Because I have to tell them that someone is going to kill Dumbledore and I can't face them alone."
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To write or not to write, that is the question. So answer it in your reviews, should I continue?
Prologue - Things you should know
Ginny gazed out of the Owlery window, the autumn wind was whipping her clothes and freezing her, but at the moment she just wanted to think. The entire castle seemed either gripped by some frenzy or a tense, icy silence.
"Hi, sorry I didn't know anyone was here." She turned around; Draco was looked at her with a kind of a shamefaced look as he turned to go. She felt a rush of compassion, for him.
"You can stay, I was only thinking." He appeared surprised at her invitation, a smile, a true smile formed on his face, melting away the hangdog look he had had for the past month, she guessed.
They sat in silence for a while, the only sound was the October gale, driving a storm of drizzle, they didn't move, this was the best place to think after all.
"What were you thinking about?" He was the first to break the silence.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?" She turned to face him, he was a little taken back by her sharp reply. But there was only one thing to think about, the near future, there was no definite plans, nothing solid, consistent, no reliability; a multitude of possibilities, which people dwelt in.
"Oh, I should have guessed." There was silence for the next five minutes.
"I hate it you know, genuinely hate it. The tension, I wish I could do something about it!" Her voice seemed desperate as it got faster, "But I can't." She trailed off sadly.
"You can. You can offer ideas, be part of their plans but they won't trust me, they'll never trust me."
"I, I guess I never thought of it like that. What made you change?"
He didn't answer for a moment. "Several things," he answered.
Ginny could tell that this was dangerous territory, but she was now filled with a reckless curiosity, she told herself that she had a right to know, this was the answer to the question she had often wondered.
"You must have told somebody, otherwise Dumbledore would never have let you stay, not if he thought you were a spy."
"I am not a spy." He said it quietly but determinedly.
" How do I know that?" She retorted.
"Dumbledore trusts."
"Then why does he trust you? What were the reasons, if there were any, why won't you tell me? Am I not trustworthy enough, or are there no reasons?" A swift anger had now caught her. She now felt that she had to know.
"The first one was."
She waited.
"The first one was you."
She stared, stunned.
He spoke quickly, anxious to say it all now. "Ginny, don't leave." The distress was evident in his tone " Please Ginny, I love you."
It was overwhelming, Ginny stood motionless, shocked at the change, she should have noticed it before, from the arrogant daddy's boy just last year to the anguished man in front of her now telling her how he felt, telling her that he loved her, for fear that if he didn't tell her now he never could.
She stood speechless, and then she cried. "Ginny, I didn't mean to upset you. " She shook her head. He fidgeted, uncomfortable.
"Draco, I don't know if I love you." She kept her head down, "I think maybe you should move on, I can be your friend but until I know, for sure."
"I understand."
"It's not that I don't love you, or that I love someone else, it's that I just don't know."
"It's ok," it was heartfelt and honest. "Can we be friends though? I need support."
She looked up worried, "Why?"
"Because I have to tell them that someone is going to kill Dumbledore and I can't face them alone."
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To write or not to write, that is the question. So answer it in your reviews, should I continue?