"What will it be dears?"
"Two butterbeers thanks." Draco replied.

What followed was an extremely awkward silence.

Ginny looked around at the warm, wooden interior. She soon became drawn to the wall's immaculately carved- in patterns. She sighed inwardly. Who was she-

"Stop kidding yourself, Ginny." Draco butted in, as if reading her mind. Ginny sighed, as she turned back to face his blue eyes. "Besides," he continued, "You were the one who wanted to have this enlightening chat, I recall."
"You would've had to know we'd have this conversation sooner or later-"
"What conversation?"
She looked down uncomfortably.

"Draco, are we on the same side?"

There ceased to be breathing for a few minutes.

"I have a feeling you can answer that yourself."
She hesitated.
"But I don't want to."
"So that's going to stop us? Sides?"
"What else are we supposed to do, Draco? If this keeps going, one of us is going to end up dead. You know it, I know it, the whole fucking world knows it."
Draco stared at her.
"And, that matters?"

At that precise minute their butterbeers arrived so they hushed for a few seconds as they both took long drags from their tankards. Ginny put hers down quietly.

"You haven't answered my question."

"I'm not good, Ginny. But I'm not evil either. There's no real answer to that stupid question, Ginny."

"Don't make me choose between you and my family, Draco."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Then what are you asking me to do, can you tell me? Because right now I have absolutely no idea what the hell I am supposed to do. Tell me. Please, I want to know," Ginny said, slightly hysterical.

"So it all comes down to you now, does it? It's all 'me me me, take take take, myself myself' for you, is it? You know, I never," Draco said, looking quite shaken, "I never thought about how much it took, I never cared for what damage it would do to me."

Ginny stared, with her mouth wide open. "You can't say that, remember the first few weeks? You were so incredibly-"

"Okay, whatever! See, this is what happens when you call a date." He slammed his hands down onto the mahogany table. "We break up."

"It's just not going to work, Draco. That's all I'm saying. The war will take a toll on us, whatever happens, whatever the outcome, no matter how much I love you or heck- even you love me- It's impossible!"

"It sounds like that's what you want," Draco whispered. "If it is, fine." He sighed and pushed his tankard away.

"I'm going. I'll leave. Now you can go live happily, By yourself." He stood up and put his coat on. "But you know what, Ginny? That's not going to happen. Because you're going to regret this- you're going to die- if not on the battlefield, then on your deathbed- with that one question still lingering evilly in your mind. What if? Well, you'll never know, you'll never find out, you'll never discover how it would be if things were different. Because they stay the way they are, forever. Just remember- you made the decision, you pushed it away. It wasn't me. But I'll always love you, Ginny. Always." He paid for the drinks, and walked out of the pub, and into the snow.

He walked out of Ginny's life. Forever.

"But sometimes," Ginny whispered as a tear made its way down her cheek, "Sometimes love isn't enough, is it Draco?"