It was far too early to be awake, but sadly, I had classes this morning. I was walking through the Gryffindor common room at seven thirty in the morning, getting ready to walk down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Not that I was going to eat. My body was distinctly against eating any type of food. The only breakfast my body would allow was a small sip from the vial Voldemort had given me.

"Ginny!" I froze. It was Ron. "Ginny, last night we had an emergency Order meeting and Professor Snape had some pretty interesting things to say. He was talking about an Elect group and stuff. But what gets me is that Snape was saying that the leaders of this Elect group are Malfoy and a red headed girl named Ginevra. Your first name is Ginevra and you are a red head. I can't help but think, where were you last night?" Ron grabbed my upper arm in a very strong, bruising grip. Harry came up on my other side and caught hold of my other arm. His grip wasn't as painful as Ron's, but it was still very secure.

"Listen Ginny, we're just going to take you to Dumbledore's office and get this entire problem cleared up." Harry smiled in what he probably thought was a reassuring way, but it only made him look pained.

I sighed. There was really only one thing I could do at the moment. If I tried to escape from them in the common room, all of Gryffindor tower would try to stop me. I wouldn't get very far. If I went with my brother, I could escape in an empty hallway when there wasn't anyone else around and make a run for Draco's rooms.

"Very well then," I sighed again. "Take me to Dumbledore. We need to get this entire matter out in the open." Ron nodded and smiled encouragingly. The idiot actually thinks I'm innocent. It's really too bad that Dumbledore isn't such a fool.

Hermione led the way down a couple flights of stairs and started walking down a dark hallway that led to Dumbledore's office. Ron and Harry were stoic bodyguards the entire time.

It was now or never. I had to flee before we got in sight of the gargoyle guarding the Headmasters office.

I pretended to stumble and careened into Ron. Harry lost his grip on my arm and I landed on Ron with a hard thump.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Ron." I gushed in a sappy singsong voice. "My shoe came untied. Give me a second to fix it." I got off of Ron and bent down and feigned tying my shoe. Harry went over to Ron and offered him a hand up. Hermione fluttered around, trying to be helpful but not get in the way. When Ron was almost on his feet, but in the position that if Harry let go, Ron would go flying, I took off. I started running as fast as I could, back to the staircase. I needed to get to Draco before any Aurors could. I was the only person who knew how dangerous our situation was.

I heard a thump behind be and smirked. It sounded like Harry had dropped Rons' hand and sent Ron flying back into the wall.

I sprinted down the hallways, faster than the wind. My hood flew off my face as I rounded a corner on the second floor. I flew past a couple of fourth years and saw them jump back. My hair was like a splash of blood, slithering at amazing speed along the walls. I don't doubt that those fourth years will have bloody nightmares in the near future.

In mere minutes I was rushing down a damp hallway in the dungeons. The dragon picture was just ahead of me.

"Dragon!" I yelled. The portrait opened and I sprinted into Draco's room. I cast around anxiously, looking for a head of white hair. There was no sign of Malfoy's hair, but there was a large lump on his bed. The lazy, irresponsible boy was still asleep.

I snarled in impatience and ripped the covers off of Malfoy's body. He sat up, surprised, wand in hand, and eyes wild. He caught sight of me and closed his eyes wearily.

"What do you want Weasley?" He moaned in an exasperated voice. "I was sleeping."

"Yes," I snarled. "You were going to sleep right through the Aurors arriving to take you to Dumbledore. We need to get out of here now."

Malfoy opened his eyes again and stared at me. "What are you talking about?" He hissed angrily. "If this is a joke- "

"I left the trio behind just outside of Dumbledore's office. They wanted to take me in for a little questioning. I have no doubt that someone will be coming for you." I hissed back at him. Why couldn't he see that we were in a rush. We had to get out now while we still had the chance.

"Alright, let me get dressed and we shall see what is going on." Malfoy sighed and got off of his bed.

I blushed and turned around. It seemed that Draco only wore boxers to bed, leaving the rest of his beautiful body visible. The last thing I needed right now was the unwelcome distraction of a perfect male body.

"Do you like what you see, Weasley?" Malfoy purred quietly.

"That doesn't matter at the moment," I snarled. "Hurry up. We need to get out of here." I could hear Malfoy sigh and shuffle over to drawers. A rustle of clothing and the banging of a drawer later, and Draco was standing next to me, fully clothed.

"Come on Weasley. Lets go find out what this excitement is." He walked over to the portrait and pushed. He frowned. "Dragon!" Malfoy snarled. He pushed on the picture again. It didn't budge.

Draco spun around and walked over to his fireplace. He grabbed a book off the mantle and a pinch of floo powder from a box. Malfoy threw the powder into the fireplace. "Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy's Room," he hissed and threw the book into the fire. The book just lay there and started to burn.

"They've closed off my doorway, and the floo." He snarled. "There must be some way to get out of this gods forsaken castle." He threw up his hands and collapsed in a chair.

I had an impulsive idea. It could work. "Draco," I started tentatively. "Can we fly out?"

"What do you mean, Weasley? How can we fly out of here?" He answered quietly. I walked over to his closet and pulled out his broom.

"With this. If we can open a window, we can fly away." I smirked at him. He looked at me and smirked back.

"Brilliant." Malfoy grabbed the broom from my hands. "Up." The broom hovered in the air. "Well, what are you waiting for, Weasley? Get on!" I carefully lifted up my leg and swung it over the handle. Draco did the same behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist so he could reach the handle. He slowly lifted the broom into the air and pulled out his wand.

"Reducto!" He pointed his wand at the large picture window in his room. The glass shattered with a loud crash, and Draco sent the broom soaring through the remains of the window.

We were circling nearly one hundred feet above the lake when Draco leaned down toward my ear and hissed in an aggravated voice, "Where should we go?"

I turned my head to glare at him. "How should I know? You take us somewhere you feel is safe." After I finished saying that I realized just how close our faces were. It would be a trifle to lean forward a little and touch his lips with my own. I turned back around and faced the oncoming clouds. The rising sun was at our backs and Draco urged the broom to greater speeds. It seemed that he had finally decided where we could go.

I woke up, hours later, with the setting sun shining in my face. It was a lovely dark red color that stained the undersides of the clouds a reddish orange. We had been flying for most of the day, and I had slept through the majority of it, cuddled up against Draco's chest. I turned to look at him, his beautiful white hair mirroring the colors of the sunset.

"Draco, where are we going?" I had to ask. I am curious by nature.

"One of my family's homes." He answered with a shrug. "We should be there by tomorrow morning. As soon as we get to the house, we will have to send out an owl to our Lord. He needs to know of our plight. I'm also positive that he would enjoy learning exactly how the Order discovered our identities. You wouldn't have any clue; would you?"

"I might," I said, speculating. "I have sound reason to believe that Snape is an important spy for the Order."

Draco shrugged. "He was at the meeting last night. His position in the circle was filled. I also noted that he was one of the first to leave. It was almost as if he needed to be somewhere else."

"Or that he needed to tell someone else something rather important." I added quietly. It was worth a guess.

"We will have to tell our Lord everything we know. He will most likely wish to see us as soon as he finds out. Until then, we will have to make do at my house." Draco shrugged and grumbled. "I'm getting broom sores."

I giggled. I couldn't help it.

"Come now oh strong and amazing seeker. You just can't be getting tired of flying on your broomstick." I laughed and Draco grumbled behind me.

It was still dark out when Draco started to angle the broom down towards the ground. Dawn wasn't a long way off, and I wanted to be in a bed when it came. Alas, it was not to be. The first rays of sunlight were just starting to become visible in the east when my feet finally came in contact with the ground.

I impatiently got of the broom and attempted to walk to the front doors of the large country house we had stopped at. I took one step and immediately stumbled. My muscles were cramped from being in the same position for hours. I whimpered and rubbed my legs, trying to get the blood flow back to normal. Beside me, Draco was doing the same. Together, we stood up and helped each other hobble into the house. Draco pushed open the huge front doors and led me across the threshold. A bell rang in the distance and two house elves came running. When they saw Draco, they bowed with their large ears brushing the ground.

"Two hot baths, one for the lady, one for me. Parchment, ink and a quill in my room. Please escort the lady to her bath and afterwards, to my room." Draco stood up straight and glared at the gaping house elves. "Now." He added. The elves ran.

Draco sighed quietly. "It's really not their fault. There wasn't supposed to be anyone here until June. I'm afraid that everything will be a trifle dusty. Please forgive them."

I smiled in answer. Draco started walking and I followed eagerly. The bath he had asked for sounded wonderful. He stopped at a large door and opened it for me.

"This is your bathroom. A house elf will come with a robe and a change of clothes when you ring the bell." Draco walked off without a second glance, so I walked into the bathroom. On one side of the bathroom was a huge marble sink and vanity. On the other side was a large shower, and an even larger bathtub.

The water in the tub was steaming slightly. I quickly got undressed and stepped into the hot water. It was bliss. All of the aches and pains from spending far too long on a broom eased. A large knot in my back muscle loosened from the luxurious heat. It was wonderful and relaxing.

An hour later, when the water was starting to go tepid, I stood up and pulled a large black, fuzzy towel off of the rack. There was a small hand bell on the vanity, just like Draco had said there would be. I rang the bell and a house elf appeared holding a robe and a pair of silk pajama pants, a large silk t-shirt, and my freshly cleaned underwear. I took the clothing from the elf with a smile of thanks and quickly pulled the clothes onto my body. I had forced Draco to wait for me long enough.

A small house elf led me to a black door and bowed. I knocked and opened to door when I heard Draco say, 'enter.' I walked into Draco's bedroom with a smirk on my face. The room looked almost exactly as the one in Hogwarts had except, this room was larger. Draco was sitting behind his desk, staring at me.

I'm very sure that I made a sight for sore eyes. My hair was tangled and I couldn't find a brush, the T-shirt was far too large on me, and I was swimming in what I am very sure where Draco's pants. Draco smiled and ignored the way I looked.

"I already wrote a letter to my father explaining that we will be needing the house for a while." Draco began. "I also started writing a missive to our Lord. I need to write about everything you discovered before we were forced to leave."

I sighed. It was going to be a long day.