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AUTHOR'S NOTE – This chappie will be a bit angsty, but rest assured, the fluff will still be there! I hope you all will enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it (I love angsty stuff), and I hope you guys will review! I will be wrapping up this story soon, it was originally intended to be a one shot story, but ended up more than four chapters long. I hope to end it by this chapter, or the sixth one. To all reviewers, Thank you so, so much for all your support and encouragement. Surprisingly, I have had no flames, not that I want any now. But if you feel I'm lacking in any department, please do not hesitate to inform me! Cheers! And a huge shout out to Sarklover, for actually going through all that trouble to review my aff story!!! Thanks a lot, I really appreciate it!! And to Claire, thank you for the lovely email you sent me. I hope you like the story?

RATING – PG-13

WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW?

The moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated Draco's sleeping form, his chest rising and falling at regular intervals as he dreamed on. The silvery light kissed his hair, turning its platinum sheen to molten silver, and brought out the hard planes of his chiseled face. Ginny leaned back against the huge overstuffed armchair she was sitting in and sighed. The powerful emotions swirling inside her heart told her that what she felt for Draco was much, much more than just lust. It was love, pure and strong. Every beat of her heart testified to that.

She was addicted to him, to the way his eyes crinkled up when he smiled, to the way he swaggered as he walked, to the way his fingers curled around his goblet of pumpkin juice at dinner.

Every last bit of him enthralled her, made her want to weep. But did he love her? He lusted for her, that much she could tell, and he even cared for her. But love? Did he know true love?

He was due to get his Dark Mark soon, he had told her that once. And after that? It wasn't like he was going to drop on one knee and loudly proclaim his love for her and then refuse to take the Mark. Or even take it and then ask her to run away and elope with him. Draco Malfoy wasn't the type of man to do something like that. So what chance did their relationship have? Showing it to the school was one thing, flaunting it in front of old Voldemort was another. There was a huge chance that a few students had by now owled their parents, their friends, and maybe even the Daily Prophet.

But that could be easily remedied, all Draco had to do was convince his father that he was just seducing her. It was that simple. That was why their relationship had to end, and soon. She had made up her mind. She was going to save them both.

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Draco woke up the next morning, the sun shining into his eyes, and the birds chirping outside the window. He smiled blissfully as last night's events flooded his mind, and reached out to pull Ginny closer. But his outstretched arm encountered cool sheets instead of warm woman and he frowned, opening his eyes blearily. He was alone, not only in the bed, but in the room as well. "Ginny?" he croaked, scanning the room while trying to fight down his rising panic. But he received no answer. He sat up quickly, unheeding of his nakedness and swung his legs off the bed when a heard the faint crackle of parchment. Panic turned to relief. 'She's most probably gone for breakfast or to change or something' he chuckled to himself, running a hand through his hair in relief. He unfolded the piece of parchment and started to read.

Draco, my love. That's right, I love you. How much more stupid can I get, right? To love you, a Malfoy who most probably doesn't even know what the word 'love' means. But I'm watching you right now as you sleep, and it is nearing dawn. You have no idea how perfect and god-like you look when you are sleeping, when the moonlight is put to shame by the brightness of your hair, the alabaster of your skin. And I shudder to think that your perfection could be marred if your father finds out about us. There is a chance your father already knows, but you can change that by telling him you were just playing with me.

Please, Draco. Save yourself, and we can live with our memories. We were never meant to be together. We are as oil is to water, destined to be apart forever. The Romeo and Juliet of the wizarding world, and you know how their story ended. So we will just carry on living our respective lives, and the memory of us and the time we made love will stay with me for forever and a day, I promise. At least if you forget me tomorrow, I know you cared for me today. Notice I said care. Love is too strong, and I haven't the slightest clue as to how deep your feelings run towards me. Live, Draco. And forget me.

Love,

Ginny.

The letter slipped unheeded from Draco's nerveless fingers. To him, the sun had stopped shining and all the little birds chirping merrily outside his window were dead. 'What?!?' his brain screamed. How could she ever doubt his love for her?

He sat down on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands. She thought he didn't love her when, in fact, he loved her so much he could die for her, would kill for her.

How could she be so blind?

He threw on his clothes haphazardly and fled to his own room, where he could think in peace. As he dashed down the staircase leading to the dungeons, he never noticed the figure watching him from the shadows.

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Ginny ran a hand through her thick hair, wiping a few strands that stuck to her sweaty brow away. She did it. He probably hated her now, but it was for the best in the long run wasn't it? Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. With all these thoughts running through her head, she was very surprised when a salty teardrop made a track down the gentle curve of her cheek and hung, suspended, for a few seconds, at her chin before falling onto her black school robes and making a vividly dark spot on a background of faded black. Then another fell. And another. And fifteen minutes later, she found herself on the damp stone staircase, her body wracked with sobs as she tried in vain to control herself before someone found her.

And somebody did.

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Pansy was on her way to breakfast when she heard sobs coming from somewhere above the staircase. Briskly striding up, queen bitch persona firmly in place, she prepared to give whoever who was stupid enough to drip worthless tears all over the Slytherin's territory a good dressing down. She smirked when she saw a figure huddled next to the wall, red hair all spread out, concealing the persons face. But she knew it was Ginny Weasley, the stupid bitch who stole Draco away from right under her nose. She could recognise the red hair anywhere, and with the shabby robes, it just stank of Weasley. She nudged Ginny none-too-gently with the toe of her mary-jane.

"Weasley. Do take your sniveling somewhere else, its contaminating our staircase," she drawled in a bored tone. She rolled her ice-blue eyes when Ginny looked up. She was a total mess. Strands of hair were sticking to her tear-stained face and her rich brown eyes were flat and blood-shot.

"Go away, Pansy. I really do not need your snarky comments right now." Even her intonations were flat.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you? After all, you are the one sitting here weeping like a maiden whose lover just died in a war." Please, please, please…….

"Close enough, Parkinson." Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Oooh…. lover boy tired of you already? I must say, he held out longer than I expected him to. You must be good in bed, he likes them that way." The glee she felt was reflected in her voice. But somehow, something was missing. She felt…….. sorry? For the Weaselette?

"Shut up, Parkinson," Ginny returned miserably. "And if you must know, he didn't dump me."

"Are you trying to tell me you dumped him?" She couldn't be more surprised even if a hippogriff suddenly landed on her head and shat.

Ginny's only response was to rest her forehead on her knees. Pansy could see that the other girl was trying to compose herself. Then something very strange happened. She sat down next to Ginny and handed her a packet of tissues.

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Ginny stared at Pansy for the longest time before accepting the packet. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but she thought she saw warmth in the pale blue orbs that were Pansy's eyes.

"Um, thanks."

"No problem."

They sat there for a while companionably, albeit a bit awkwardly, before Ginny blew her nose loudly. Really loudly. There was silence for a moment as the two girls listened to the sound bounce off the stone walls, before they turned to each other and started to laugh. As she laughed, Ginny realized with a start that this was the first time she had heard Pansy laugh in a way that was not sarcastic or sneering or mean in any way. She actually sounded…… nice. She had a sweet laugh, and a really nice smile. And the eyes that could effortlessly cast fear into the heart of any person unlucky enough to have crossed her path were dancing. Ginny marveled at the change. Then, abruptly, the laughter stopped and Pansy stood up, brushing at invisible pieces of lint on her skirt awkwardly.

"Um. Ok, uh, I'd better go, I have to be at breakfast." Pansy walked purposefully towards the arch that led to the main corridor.

"Wait." Ginny's voice was soft and vulnerable. Pansy stopped and turned slowly. "Can't we talk a bit more?"

"Why don't we go to your dorm room, we need to get you cleaned up a bit. You look a mess!" Pansy smiled at her. It was a bit odd, not only the smiling, but also the fact that she was smiling at Ginny Weasley, the person she had always made fun of during their previous years at school. No, screw that. It was bloody weird.

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Dear Ginny.

You left this morning leaving me with nothing but the memories of our night together to prove it wasn't all a figment of my imagination. Tell me, Ginny. Was it goodbye sex? Were you thinking of ways to leave me as we made love? Were you? Are you thinking of me now? Or are you trying to forget me and us by seducing another hapless boy? He will fall under your spell, you know. You're a goddess, perfection personified. You say I'm perfect, but you, you are the perfect one.

 Face it; none of us are truly perfect, for we are flawed, mere mortals. But you, you are perfect in your imperfections, poetry in a place where there are only words. You are the words to my song, your beauty lights up my life. Your laughter make me laugh, your tears make me cry. You may say I don't love you but I beg to differ, my love, because I love you so much it hurts, and it hurts so bad I could die. You say we're the Romeo and Juliet of our world, and I agree. But it doesn't mean we'll end up like them, Ginny. Why can't we be different? Their love was deep to the point of death. Our love will be deep and have eternal life. Forever. You will be immortalized by the power of my love, Ginny, the world will come to know of my devotion to you. Actions speak louder than words. I will prove my love for you, my beauty, and then, will you believe me?

Draco.

His quill fell to the desk, and he bowed his head before letting the tears that had been gathering like storm clouds seep through his lashes.

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