Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Draco, Ginny, Harry or anyone else in the Harry potter books.
Hi everybody, I'm back!!!! I decided to re-start this story because I wanted to write something and in a way this story was my favourite and I liked it. I don't know why I stopped writing it.
Anyways, I hope you like it. It's not very long but this is all I had time for in my free time at the moment!
Enjoy!!!
For the next couple of weeks Draco and Ginny continued to meet, Blaise got her 50 galleons each week and everything ran as smoothly as it had done before Harry dumped her. Well...so it seemed to Ginny.
Her disappearances each evening had not gone unnoticed.
Flash back
It was Thursday night and Hermione had decided to stay up late and do some 'last minute revision' for a Herbology test that was taking place in 4 days. For Harry and Ron, behaviour like this wasn't unusual and they excused themselves at about eleven o'clock and left their work until the weekend. Hermione did remind them that they would be practising hard for the upcoming quidditch match this weekend, but by the time she finished they were half way up the stairs and were waving her off with comments such as 'don't worry, we'll get it done... we've always got Sunday night'.
The clock struck one, and after six hours of concentration Hermione decided to call it a night. She packed away her text books, piled up the notes she had made and left them on the desk in the common room so she could continue her studying tomorrow night.
As she was making her way towards the bookcase to return "Herbology: The proper way to make a plant grow" (Ron had borrowed hers and, well... as he put it, 'misplaced' it), she heard rapid footsteps down the girl's staircase and she saw a dark cloaked figure, with dainty shoes step out of the shadowed stair well.
The mysterious person hovered near the stair entrance, glanced around the room then stepped quietly across the room that was draped in red. As the person reached for their hood to cover their face, Hermione, being the responsible Head Girl that she is, held onto the bookcase and prepared herself to approach the witch who was breaking curfew rules.
The hooded cloak was being lifted over the girls head, but Hermione stopped before she started to stride towards her. The figure had red hair. There was only one girl in the whole Gryffindor house who had red hair, and she knew that it was the youngest Weasly.
As the black robed red head glided across the common room Hermione ascended up the stairs and lay awake wondering where Ginny could be sneaking off to on a weekday, in the middle of the night.
End Flash back
Thoughts like these where in Hermione's mind all the time. Every morning when she would see Ginny she wished she could make an attempt to ask about her night-time expeditions. But each time something held her back. Ginny had a smile on her face every morning, her cheeks were flushed in an excited way as she ran into the great hall and she held her head high, as if nothing could bother her.
There had to be something or someone in Ginny's life to have made an effect on her like this. Her and Hermione were not the best of friends but both of them could talk to the other if something was bothering them. They became closer after Ginny's first year at Hogwarts, and her chamber tragedy.
Tom had changed her, everyone saw that he had. Ron, even though he is still protective of her, realised she had grown up a lot faster than he had expected her to. His Big brother role was still as vital as ever though, she would need him to help her overcome things in the far future...and the near.
"Well... I don't think you should wear that Miss Weasley" he commented as she pulled a dress to her front, looking for an opinion. She stood there in his black boxers and black shirt, both where too big for her. The boxers hung off her small frame and the sleeves of the shirt fell past the fingertips of her delicate hands. But, none the less, she looked sexy. Her hair dropped over her shoulders and contrasted wonderfully with the black shirt. Her face was pure, with a sweet tone. She was the only girl Draco knew that could wear no make-up and still look beautiful.
"Well what do you suggest I wear, know it all!?" she said in a mischievous tone, casting the cotton thread dress aside and climbing onto the silk sheets that have been crumpled due to the nights events. Draco lay propped up on his elbow with the tasteful slytherin green sheets covering up to his mid-rift. A vision of blonde gracefulness and gentle manners lay before Ginny, his hair scruffy but casual.
The early morning sun fell upon the couple as Sunday approached. He pulled her to him and kissed her temple softly, his lips barely touching her skin but holding her tightly into a protective, safe embrace.
He leant back flat against the pillows; Ginny moved her body onto his and lay with her head on his chest.
He whispered to her, "I think, for the time being, you should wear...nothing".
She looked up as he looked down. They caught in a passionate moment of eyes twinkling to one another as Draco' mouth curled into a smile. Being the playful person that he was with Ginny, he stuck his tongue out and raised her to him.
The morning continued. Ginny and Draco spent the day together in his bedroom, getting up to no good whilst Hermione, Harry and Ron were still none the wiser and presumed Ginny was out playing quidditch or doing work with friends.
A pleasantly fine day cast down upon Hogwarts.
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