Disclaimer: Do I have to keep doing this? I don't own Harry Potter or any of his correspondents.
A/N: Sorry it took longer to post this chapter - I was a bit busy. But it's here now! So enjoy! And don't forget to review!

Chapter 5: Kiss From a Stranger

Ginny sat on her bed cross-legged, the drapes drawn closed around her. She held a razor blade in her hand. It showed the reflection of a girl who's heart had been ripped out and stuffed in a blender; a girl who's thoughts simply would not stray from the piece of metal in her hand. She wanted to do it. She wanted so bad for the pain to go away, for the blood to pour and her tears to stop falling. But she couldn't. She had promised Harry she would stop. She couldn't understand, though, why she couldn't just break the promise. It seemed so easy to do in her dreams. A tear escaped Ginny's closed eyes and landed on the cold, hard blade in her hand. She knew she shouldn't, but temptation was eating away at her soul.
"I am broken," she spoke, before making one final slit on her arm.
It was deeper this time, bleeding like it never had before. She stared at the open wound, squeezed her eyes shut at the unbearable pain, and leaned back against her pillow. The blood enveloped her, and she slowly drifted away to be only a memory.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Draco Malfoy fell with a thump, landing on the carpeted floor of the Slytherin common room. He stood up abruptly and peered around the deserted room. The fire was still burning, but he was the only one there. He had fallen asleep on one of the sofas after thinking intently about a girl. He knew her, but he didn't know who she was. He had met her, but he didn't know her name. She existed, but only in his dreams. He shook his head as if to get the dream out of his mind. They had never been disturbing like this one. She had died in his dream, and yet he never knew her name.
"It was only a dream," he mumbled to himself.
Sure, it was three o'clock in the morning, but he needed to get away. He grabbed his cloak that had been thrown over the arm of the sofa, and proceeded out into the dark dungeon corridor. He had to think, or to stare blankly at something ahead of him. He was a bit tired of thinking, because it hadn't proved to be the most beneficial pastime.
Draco didn't know where he was going, he just needed to walk. But it wasn't until he was no longer alone that he realized where he was.
"Oh, sorry," mumbled a voice to his right. He turned to see who the speaker had been, but the room was too dark to discern anything.
"Who's there?" he asked, hoarsely. He heard slow, tentative footsteps coming towards him, and strained his eyes to see the stranger.
"I'm terribly sorry. I - I shouldn't have come. I just... well, I thought I would be alone."
"I don't mind," Draco answered. He turned back to the window and peered out into the night. It didn't matter that he didn't know who was there, because, for some odd reason, he felt at ease. He felt as if he'd known this person all his life, awake and in his dreams. He felt comfortable.

She stood silently, gazing out at the trees, but not really noticing what was there. Who was this man she was talking to? What was his name? Why did he seem so familiar? She felt anxious when she was close to him, like her heart was going to spring straight out of her heaving chest; and yet, she felt completely relaxed and safe.

"It's chilly," Ginny whispered softly, shivering slightly as the cool breeze swept through the Astronomy Tower.
"Are you cold?" came the voice of the stranger. If only she could see his face...
"A little."
"Take my cloak. I don't need it," he responded, removing his cloak and placing it around her shoulders. He didn't often act so courteously to strange girls. If only he knew who she was...
"Th-thank you." Ginny shuddered as his hands brushed against the naked skin of her neck. He felt so powerful...
"It's my pleasure." Was it her imagination, or had he moved closer to her? She could almost feel his arm brushing against hers. Who was this stranger?
A moment of silence fell between them, but it was not an awkward silence. The silence was filled with the sound of their breathing, a rhythmic melody of tender passion.
Draco was frightened by the emotions overwhelming him. Every fiber of his being wanted her so bad, every inch of her. But why was he holding back? He shivered at the thought of her potential love. What if I do something? he thought. Will she give in?
Why won't he do something? Ginny thought. I love him so much, and yet... I don't know who he is.
At that moment, Draco could no longer fight the burning in his heart. He turned to her slowly, taking in every moment, and lifted his hand to her face. He touched her cheek softly, and noticed she had been crying. He wiped a tear and drew her chin up to meet his.
Is he doing what I think his doing? thought Ginny. She couldn't believe what was happening. Could it have been a dream? No. It was too real, too precious, and she loved every second of it.
Draco pulled her face gently toward his, lingering momentarily just before their lips touched, closing his eyes and taking in her scent. A tingly, burning sensation filled his mind and body, and he was taken aback at the power of her kiss. And yet, he couldn't let go. They were bound at the lips forever. Ginny felt her body race to reach the peak her lips were experiencing. She had never felt anything so pure, so amazingly strong. Why now?
They released each other after what seemed to be an eternity, and stood staring into each other's eyes. It didn't matter that they didn't know any names, the important thing was that they both realized that from this day forward, they would never part.

A/N: Was it as intense to read as it was for me to write? I really like this chapter, because... well, I just love this kind of passion! Keep reviewing!