She didn't mean to make a habit of it.
That first time, she had returned home, still clutching the silver pen, shaking. Draco was there, grabbing her shoulders tightly. He didn't say anything. He just pulled her close. She felt his tears against the top of her head. When he pulled back, mouth open ready to scold her, to demand answers, she kissed him fiercely and conversation was suspended.
When the order questioned her, she told the truth. Ron cursed loudly. Even her father, grateful for his daughter's deliverance, looked shocked. Snape smiled sourly. Perhaps he, more than anyone else, knew how easy it was for Gryffindors to paint Voldemort's supporters as entirely evil.
The next time, she didn't sneak out. Draco fought with her, hexed her, ranted and raved. She tried to explain that she wasn't abandoning him - that the cause was greater than all of them. She argued they wouldn't be able to live happily unless Voldemort was defeated, and she had to do her part. She knelt down beside his stunned body, pressed a kiss on his lips, and begged him to understand, to forgive. Then she left once more for the battlefields.
Are you out of your mind, girl? Lucius stared at Ginny Weasley. Why oh why couldn't his son have fallen in love with that Parkinson chit, someone with a brain in their head. This Weasley girl was nothing but trouble.
"Dumbledore thought you might be interested in helping our side.
"Well of course if Dumbledore endorses the plan it must be entirely risk free. Lucius snarled. He should have killed her the last time. She was more confident. Show a Weasley an inch and they take a yard. The whole tribe deserved to be squelched.
"But you will help?
"Save your meager charms for my besotted son. He had nothing but pity and contempt for Draco. Always weak, letting Ginny Weasley ensnare him in her coils demonstrated how unfit he was for the political arena. Lucius loved the poor polish boy. Narcissa and he both doted upon our only child. Would Ginny Weasley be the downfall of everything he held most dear?
"Where is she? Draco called as he apparated into the tent.
"Draco." Ginny gasped , rather needlessly. She looked embarrassed. Draco looked a mess. Clearly he hadn't bothered to dispel all the hexes before coming to rescue his precious idiot.
"I never should have sent you to Hogwarts."
Lucius' comment was completely ignored. Instead he was forced to watch the lovers' apologetic reunion.
"Ginny.
"Oh Draco, I'm so sorry.
"No. You're not. You'll do this again and again.
"I have to. I can't let my family and Harry fight without me. I can't always be afraid, like I was in
"Shhh darling, it's ok. I understand. I just don't think
"Neither of you seems capable of thinking. Lucius interjected in an icy tone completely at variance with the rage he felt. "Draco, has it crossed your mind that being in a Death Eater camp isn't exactly safe for you considering you have refused the Dark Mark. I am not as powerful as I would like to be, much as I am loathe to admit it, and all this farce needs is for your Aunt to appear and all three of us will be doomed.
"Father, I.
"How did you get past the wards? Lucius knew he should have overseen the spells himself, but Voldemort had demanded his presence and He sighed. "Never mind. Just take the barmy bint and go.
"I can't.
Both Ginny and Lucius looked up sharply at Draco's statement.
"Ok. Wrong answer. We'll go now.
Draco grabbed Ginny firmly about the waist and disapparated.
After a moment Lucius disapparated as well. He needed to talk to Narcissa and he needed to have a long conversation with his son.