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It was at the beginning of the war and Draco was with the Death Eaters as everyone had always known he'd be. He actually wasn't very enthused about the idea but Lucius had told him to get his head out of the clouds and join them or else. Draco went. There wasn't any reason not to. And even if he didn't, people would think he had.

As he stood in the bushes waiting for the trap to spring, his thoughts went back to his school days. He thought about all the people he'd known and how he'd possibly be the one to end them tonight. He thought about Granger and Potter and Weasley. He thought about Finnigan, Thomas, and Longbottom. For some reason he thought about the hooded girl he'd seen one night in the Room of Requirement.

He'd known she was a girl because of the sound of her voice as she sang. But now he thought about her because he was bored. It had become sort of a game to him over the years, trying to figure out which of his former class mates it had been. That voice had been the only thing he had ever truly loved. It was the only thing that had ever touched him and allowed him to feel. That voice had contained no conceptions of who he was or who he would be. It had only been about Truth.

He was wondering about the possibility of it being Parvati when the woods was filled with light and shouts as the trap was sprung. The army assembled by Dumbledore came flowing out into the trees. Draco sighed and hefted his wand. From his vantage point he could see a former Hufflepuff girl he had known. It was too bad. He didn't really have anything against her. In fact, he had sort of liked her when they were in school.

He was lifting his wand when he heard Ronald Weasley shout a curse nearby and he turned, knowing he had somehow been seen, that it was all over. He felt a vague regret and waited for impact. It came in a flash of red and brown and he was knocked over, feeling heavy and numb. He figured it must be shock. But then...Then he saw her lying across his chest, face pale. Ginny Weasley?

"What?!" He started to say.

She gasped and he immediately moved to make her more comfortable.

"Why?" He couldn't understand it. What had she done? Why had she taken the curse for him? He knew she had done it deliberately.

Her eyes held a strange mirth. "No one ever sees you Draco. No one sees that you don't really want to be here. No one sees that you could have been, that you wanted to be a teacher. I want you to be seen for me."

She gasped again, a bit weakly and Draco felt like joining her in that sentiment. How had she known? How had she known what no other living being knew? He had never even spoken that wish aloud.

Her eyes had grown more distant and her voice seemed to be coming from a long ways off as she struggled to speak now. He could feel her body sinking heavier into his arms. "I want you to be seen." She tried to say again. Her voice was soft and gentle even as it faded. "For me."

Don't worry, this will get cheerful again really quick. I can never write unhappy stories! Anyway, write me and let me know what you think. It would make me ever so happy!