They say there are no barriers in life, only challenges…

Ginny began to fidget with her shirt as she neared the enormous-looking camp. Her heart beat wildly and sweat began forming on her face. She took a few deep breaths and trudged through the grass. Nearing camp Firmus Adstringo, she began touching her face and chest, making sure everything was in order and hidden. Not twenty feet away, Ginny hiked her bag over her shoulder and sighed.

Many thoughts ran through her head as she neared the white tents: all her fears, hopes and dreams. Ginny could already see herself practicing with her fellow soldiers, throwing curses and running courses. Adrenaline rushed through her body at the thought of being a soldier in training once again; it was the best feeling in the world. The only one feeling better than being here was being with Draco.

"No, don't do it Gin," she scolded. She knew if she started thinking about Draco her tears would start up again and her whole facade would be ruined.

Shaking her head -missing the tendrils of red that always flew into her face- she began to gather herself together. An excited smile tugged at her lips. She was here and her dream was finally coming true. Clearing her throat, the young woman began practicing her new voice.

"Hi. My name is Casey Loic Caché." She gave an odd smile. "Hello. I'm Casey. I see you have a wand…I have one too." She took out her wand and showed it to the invisible person she was practicing to. "They are very good for killing…stuff." She frowned at herself. The young girl was so lost in thought that she didn't see the little ball of gold hovering before her.

"Oi! You there!" called a voice from above. She looked around and then up to see Seamus Finnigan hovering above her. Her mouth dropped and her brown eyes went wide.

"What the bloody hell is he doing here!" her mind screeched. He just smiled slightly at her and nodded.

"Can you get me that Snitch there?" The redhead looked around confused.

"Snitch?" she inquired.

"Oh wait, it's gone." He sighed and started floating down closer when Ginny heard it; a small buzzing that wasn't too far off. She stood there for a moment trying to decide which side the tiny gold ball had disappeared to, as Seamus came closer and closer to her. Shifting her eyes to the left, she reached out an arm and snatched the little ball. Seamus stopped at looked at her curiously.

"You play Seeker?" he questioned. Ginny looked at the little fluttering ball in her hand and smiled.

"A bit." The young man then got off his broom and made his way toward her.

"It was a nice catch, but you will have to do better than that if you want to join our team." Ginny furrowed her brow.

"You have a team?"

"We made one. Took us days of bugging the Commanders, but they finally let us. Ever played a full game of Quidditch?" Ginny's first instinct was to say "Hell Yes", but she remembered she was not Ginevra Weasley, but Casey Caché, who had never played a full game.

"Oh, not really," she answered. Seamus shrugged.

"Well if you want to play, just join us. We aren't too picky." He held out his hand and Ginny placed the Snitch in his palm. He gave her a head nod and mounted his broom. The handsome Irish man waved to her as he took off. Ginny looked around and realized she had nowhere to go.

"Hey, where do I sign up?" she yelled to Seamus. He turned around on his broom and pointed to the big tent in the front.

"In there. See you later," he called and took off toward the sky.

Ginny looked at the big white tent. The young girl breathed in heavily, trying to prepare herself. After two months of waiting she was finally going to fulfill her dream and fight in the war. Taking the parchments Dumbledore had given her from her bag, she looked at them making sure her name was properly filled out. Taking another big breath, she nodded.

"Here we go," she whispered to herself and walked though the clearing.

She figured the tent was magical because it looked nothing more than a cloth tent on the outside. Inside however, was a large office. There was a large wooden desk sitting in the very middle with a few plush chairs in front of it. All around were cabinets and smaller desks with piles of parchment on them. She placed her bag down and looked around for someone. She sighed and began walking through the cabinets when a voice called to her.

"Don't go back there. You will never find your way back." Ginny froze. She knew that voice. Slowly, the she turned around and looked into the smiling face of Remus Lupin.

The redhead looked at him for a few moments. "Merlin what is he doing here?" she thought. He smiled, picking up a few parchments, and made his way to the other side of the desk. He placed himself comfortably in his chair and sighed.

"Fresh meat?"

Ginny nodded without really thinking and sunk into a nearby chair. He nodded and looked at her. Ginny blinked a few times and looked around nervously and then back at him. "Do you have any orders?" he asked.

She nodded absently and thrust the pile of parchment at him. Remus sighed and began looking over them.

"Alright," he said writing her name another parchment. Remus waited for a few moments and nodded. "Well, your name isn't in any our records, but I will owl it to Dumbledore and see what he says about it. You can still stay here until then. Consider yourself signed up. Welcome to the war." He smiled slightly at Ginny and she sighed. She was officially a solider.

After a few moments where the only noise in the tent was the scratching of his quill, Remus looked up at her. He stared at Ginny for a few moments. She began to squirm.

"Do I…know you?" he asked. Ginny shook her head slowly.

"I-I don't think so," she said softly. He furrowed his brow.

"Are you related to the Weasleys?"

Her breath hitched and her heart raced. "I don't think so. Are they related to Caché? That was my father's family." She thanked the gods for letting her remember at least that with out stuttering.

"What about your mother?"

"She was a Muggle."

Remus Lupin nodded. "Never mind," he shook his head. "Forget I mentioned it." He smiled and finished filling out the various parchments. After a few minutes the elder wizard looked up and nodded.

"All we need to do now is assign you to a Commander." He pulled out another file and began flipping through it. He sighed as he dragged his quill down the many rows on the parchment. "No, that platoon is full." His hazel eyes met hers and he shrugged. "You're lucky you're not at Hogsmeade camp."

Ginny furrowed her bushy eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because it is so full they would probably send you here anyway."

"Are you a Commander here?" She prayed to Merlin that he wasn't. Oh Merlin, she thought to herself, if he were a Commander here then Ron would certainly be coming too.

"No. I run another camp," he told her with out looking up. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "AH!" he exclaimed writing on the parchment he had been looking at. "You are in luck! You've got the last spot in Platoon Eight." Remus nodded at Ginny. He gathered some parchment and placed it in her hand. "Congratulations. You will be in Silver Fox's group."

She furrowed her brow, where had she heard the name before. "Who is the Commander?" she asked, looking down at her information.

"Commander Malfoy."

Ginny's heart nearly stopped. Tears were already stinging behind her eyes. She looked at him slowly, trying not to shake visibly.

"M-Malfoy?" she questioned in a whisper.

He nodded and after a moment shook his head. "Don't worry. It's not Lucius Malfoy. It's his son Draco." Ginny didn't know whether to cry or run out screaming. She looked up with a confused expression.

"No, it's…it's not that. I just thought he was at Hogsmeade Camp." She laughed nervously. Remus sighed.

"He was but due to personal matters, he found that being out here in the country would be better. Not so many people and other things distracting him," Remus smiled kindly. It took all of Ginny's willpower not to tremble just by hearing her love's name. The kinder wizard nodded.

"Who is heading the Hogsmeade camp?"

"Mr. Ronald Weasley and I have taken charge of that," he nodded.

"Then that means the other Commander here is…"

"Harry Potter," he told her matter-of-factly. "Commanders travel in pairs. If one wants to leave and has good reason, we usually follow. It is the only way we really make bonds."

Ginny just sat there looking at the ground. Draco was here in the same camp with her. She would be under his command all day, everyday. She would have to see his beautiful face, hear his strong voice, and not be able to get near him.

"Well, off you go," said Remus, shaking her out of her thoughts. She looked up at the kind man she always thought so fondly of and nodded.

"Thank you, sir," she said and quickly left the tent.

Ginny walked out of the office in a daze. How was she supposed to last if all she would be thinking about was Draco? She thought it was going to be hard enough just thinking about him being away but…being here…so close. The young redhead wanted so badly to turn around and run away but she couldn't. She promised herself she would do this. She had to be in this war.

Suddenly, her thoughts turned dark. Why should she have to leave? It was his fault that she left. He wanted her to choose. He made it seem like a life of death if she went into war. He had been in plenty of battles and always came back in one piece. She should tell him to go to Azkaban because he just let a woman into his Camp! She smirked to herself as she began looking around.

It was just like the Camps she had seen in a Muggle war film she had seen while out last month. There were tents everywhere and all the soldiers stood idly around. The young girl looked at each of the men she passed. There were a few she remembered from Hogwarts and some she had never seen in her life. Dumbledore said that many people from all over the world had come to Britain to join the fight and, looking at the huge diversity already seen, she found he was right. Then again, when wasn't Albus Dumbledore right?

The guys were mostly just lounging around- some were reading, some were writing letters and a few of them were wrestling. Ginny grimaced. She hoped she didn't have to do that. She kept on walking while watching men in their natural habitat, or, without the careful eye of women. She was the only girl with in miles. She hoped it would stay that way or there might be a riot. Ginny giggled to herself. How stupid did she sound?

After a while, Ginny got tired of wandering around. She had probably passed her tent a million times, but she just couldn't settle in when she was so nervous. Her Draco was here and she couldn't understand why she didn't feel it. Whenever Draco ended up in the same room with her or with in a hundred feet of her she felt him. They shared a bond that was strong. Well, that she thought was strong. She didn't spend all this time wandering around camp trying to take in the scenery. She was looking for Draco.

Finally she had to stop. Her feet were getting tired and the sun was slowly starting to set. A lot of the men had begun going into their tents or sitting outside in small groups talking. She sighed and shook her head. Maybe she'd see him tomorrow. Turning around she began walking toward tent eight, which she had passed at least twenty times while on her little tour. She wondered if she should knock before she entered but thought better of it.

"If Fred and George never knock, I sure as hell won't," she said under her breath and walked in.

Entering the white tent, she had to take a step back. It was set up almost exactly like the dormitories in Hogwarts. There were two rows of six beds with crisp white sheets and a fluffy pillow. She examined all the beds, looking for one without a trunk or a bag sitting on it. Ginny was at the end of the row when she found one. She put her bag on the foot of the bed and lay down. Merlin, she was already drained.

The young redhead closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She thought about Draco. It was like a plague. Ever since she heard his name mentioned all she could think about was his face the night she left. She gave a growl and sat up. She couldn't be thinking about that now that she was in camp. Later on when she was all alone she would cry. But now, Casey had to save face.

She was rubbing her eyes furiously when her dorm-mates came in. They were all talking happily, laughing, and telling jokes. They looked at her and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hey," said Seamus.

She nodded back. "Hey," she greeted back, giving a fake half-grin.

"You were the bloke that caught the snitch earlier, right?"

She nodded. "That's me." Ginny looked away as all the others came up behind him, looking at her curiously.

"Well, I'm Seamus Finnigan." He held a hand out and Ginny stood up. Shaking it firmly, she smiled.

"Hey, I'm… Casey Caché." The other man smiled. "It's my first day."

"Well obviously," called a guy from the back. He had long light brown hair and blue eyes with a strong American accent. "When did you get here?"

"I saw him signing up today," answered Seamus.

"Aces. I'm Mark Henderson," he greeted, giving her a heads up.

"Hey." Ginny looked at him and then to his left. Her eyes went slightly wide as she looked into the face of none other than Neville Longbottom. His black hair was the same as were his big bight eyes. He looked at Ginny curiously, titling his head and squinting at her.

"Did you go to Hogwarts?"

"No," she replied slowly.

He furrowed his brow again. "Are you sure?"

"Uh…I grew up in France, so I am pretty sure." The looks on the men's faces were of understanding. A few of them probably were thinking the same thing, since they all knew either her or her bothers.

"So, that means you've never met the Commander?" asked a voice she recognized as Fred and George's friend, Lee Jordan. She tried to hide the wonder in her eyes, and looked down shaking her head.

"No…not yet…I was looking for him. Hoping to introduce myself, but I couldn't find him." The guys all looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. "What?" she inquired. They couldn't stop their laughing.

"It's…" began Seamus, trying to contain himself. "You actually want to meet Commander Malfoy?" Another round of laughs started again.

"So?" questioned Ginny, wondering if he spent all his time with some scrubber. They shook their heads.

"It's…just that…he is such a sod!" laughed Lee, sitting next to Seamus.

"I know! All he does is mope around and just…bitch," Mark said with a laugh. The other two, who hadn't introduced themselves, joined in on the banter.

"I bet," a guy with a heavy Italian accent added. "All 'e does is look angry an' yell at people."

"You should see him when he's drunk," Neville said. "You wouldn't want to miss that for the bloody world!"

"I don't get it…" exclaimed Ginny with a worried expression. "From what I heard, he's always been like that." Neville shook his head.

"No, that was stuck up Malfoy. This is heartbroken Malfoy." There were more laughs. The young girl bit her lip, her own heart beating fast.

"What do you mean…heartbroken?" The boys looked at each and shrugged.

"He didn't go to Hogwarts, so he wouldn't know," explained Seamus, looking at his Hogwarts buddies.

Ginny leaned back onto her pillow. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, let's just say…our prick of a Commander was once," Seamus sighed dreamily, "in love." All the boys started laughing and Ginny laughed nervously along with them.

"Si? Commander Malfoy? No, no, I dun't believe it," the Italian said, shaking his head. Neville pushed Seamus.

"Hey! Ease up on Malfoy. He's had it rough," the dark-haired boy said in defense. This was one of the few times Ginny wanted to stand up and kiss him.

"Oh, that's true…but it was the funniest story I have ever heard."

Mark raised a brow. "Tell us. I haven't heard all of it."

"Are you bonkers? What if the Commander comes in? He'd rip us a bloody new one," said Neville with worry looking around as if Draco would walk in any moment.

"He's all bullocks! Go on Neville. You know the story better than I do," replied Seamus, sitting back.

"Fine," he sighed. "If anybody finds out I was telling you naff blokes this story, I will bring you all down with me." There were a few laughs. "You've all heard of the Weasleys, right?" he said, looking at the Italian, Mark, and Casey. She nodded. "The Malfoys and the Weasleys were the worst of enemies. Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy hated each other since the first train ride to Hogwarts. Then one day, the prick of the Hogwarts halls falls in love with Harry Potter's ex-girlfriend."

"Harry Potter?" asked Mark in astonishment. "I didn't know that guy even looked at girls. I hear he's shy as hell."

"Oh he is, but he fell in love with Ron's little sister, Ginny." All of a sudden, Seamus let out a low whistle and shook his head. "Ginny Weasley," he sighed. "One of the most fit girls I have ever seen." Neville and Lee nodded. Ginny looked down in embarrassment.

"I have a picture of her. Want to see?" questioned Finnigan. Ginny smiled nervously and shrugged. Taking that as a yes, he rolled off of the other side of the bed and ran over to his own bed. After digging around in his trunk, he took out a photo and came back.

"Here," he said, handing it to Mark first. The boy's mouth fell open a little and he let out a whistle.

"Wow, if she isn't the cutest thing I've seen," he said. Ginny grimaced.

"È molto bella," said the Italian.

"Speak English, Domonic." Lee told him.

"She is very beautiful."

"You're telling me," replied Seamus, taking the picture back. "She was one of the most wanted girls in Hogwarts. But she chose guys like Potter. Well, if I were her I would choose him too!" he smiled at the guys suggestively, and they punched him in the arm.

"You would, you pouf!" joked Neville.

"She gave guys like Michael Corner, Colin Creevey, and Draco Malfoy a chance." He shook his head. "Just wasn't into the regular blokes. Well, she did date Dean Thomas, but he hardly counts. She should have dated great guys…like me!" he smiled smugly. Ginny felt like vomiting. If Seamus weren't so into himself, then she would have given him a chance.

"Anyway, on to real stories and not fantasies," joked Neville. "She fell for Malfoy after Harry disappeared," he shrugged. "They were going to get married. It was three months from the wedding date when she took off." Mark looked up.

"Took off?"

The storyteller nodded. "In the middle of the bloody night, she just up and left."

Lee nodded sadly. "I've talked to George. It's true."

"Why?"

"Well, I don't really know exactly what happened. All I know is that they got into a huge row and she just took off and Malfoy has been a bigger wanker than ever before." Neville sighed and picked up the picture from where it was sitting on the desk. He handed it to Ginny, who took it gingerly.

Damn it, she said to herself. She remembered giving this to Seamus because he had bugged her for it before he graduated. She only gave it to him because she thought she might be able to see him, if Harry never came back. Yet, she had fallen head over heels for Malfoy not too long after that.

"Well I have some good news and some bad news," called a voice from the doorway.

Ginny looked up to see Colin Creevey standing there, wearing his Healer robes. Ginny wanted to smile and say hello to him, but she hadn't seen him in two years. They used to be the best of friends at Hogwarts, but after an unfortunate incident they hadn't talked much. He still looked almost the same: thin blond hair, pale skin, big blue eyes. However, he had gotten taller and a thicker than she remembered last. The last time she had seen him was at a party for the Ministry. They had talked and danced for a while, and then Draco had cut in. She hadn't seen him since.

"What is it?" asked Lee.

"The good news: training officially starts tomorrow; the bad news: Malfoy is on his way here, so you all better be ready."

He turned around and left the tent. The men looked at each other and quickly ran to their beds. They rapidly began to stuff clothes and belongings into their bags. Ginny still held the picture in her hand as she took her position at the foot of the bed like the rest.

"Uh... you better 'ide that," called Dom.

"Why?"

"Because Malfoy will tear you a new one if you even mention the name Ginny," whispered Seamus. Taking one last look at her old self, she pocketed the picture.

"Shhh…"

Ginny's heart began to beat fast, so fast she thought it would pop out of her chest at any time. Draco was coming. Her Draco was going to be in the same room with her. After two months of nothing but dreams and memories, his soft face was going to be before her. She took a deep breath as the tent opened.

Draco Malfoy looked at his soldiers with disgust. He hated just looking at their sodding faces; the way they looked at him with either hate or pity. They thought that he was stupid. He- Draco Malfoy- the man who tricked the entire population of Death Eaters, how could they think such foolish things? He heard them, loud and clear, talking about him behind his back; calling him cold-hearted, a prick, and a heartbroken slob. He may be heartbroken, but Draco Malfoy was no slob.

The first month after Ginny left, he didn't sleep at all. All thoughts of ever returning to the Burrow were gone. He hated being there. Instead of pitying himself he drank heavily, spending his nights at a different pub every night. Every moment of their time together was replayed over and over in his mind- her laugh, her touch, her eyes, her mouth, her hair- just everything about her. When a particularly fond memory came to his mind, he drank it away instead of letting his emotions get the better of him.

Even now, standing before these imbeciles they called men, he missed her. Draco would often imagine that she was standing behind him, smiling at all her friends. Merlin, he hated how sociable she was. Malfoy shook himself out of his thoughts. He just missed her. He even missed her little annoying habits, like biting her nails, and kicking him in her sleep. Sometimes, late at night, he even missed the bruises she used to cause him.

He looked at them with a critical eye. The only reason he was in here was to look at his new recruit, Casey Caché. What normal bloke had a name like that? He passed up the other blundering idiots, who looked like statues standing there with dead faces. Ignoring them, he went straight to the small bloke at the end of the line. Draco held his head high as he looked down at him; too small, too short, too …girlish. He already had an odd feeling about this guy.

"You're Caché?" The new recruit didn't look up, only nodded. "Respond to me solider."

"Yes, sir," he said softly. Draco sneered. He didn't like the timid.

"How old are you, Caché?" he inquired.

"Twenty-one," he replied softly.

"Louder!" Draco hollered in his face.

"TWENTY-ONE!" he practically yelled. Draco sneered at him, smiling as he watched him grimace.

"Let me see your wand," ordered Malfoy. The man sighed and reached into his pocket. Caché handed him his wand, dropping something else in the process. The girlish bloke looked at him for a moment then bent down quickly to pick it up. But Draco was too fast for him and reached it first. He furrowed his brow at Caché and held the paper tauntingly before him.

"What is this?" he teased nastily. The solider made a grab for it but Draco pulled back. "Let's see what our new solider carries around with him." Cache's brown eyes went wide as Draco began opening the paper.

Draco held his breath. His mind completely melted as he looked at the red head in the picture. His jaw tightened as he looked at Ginny smiling at him. She was in her Hogwarts uniform, looking as beautiful as he remembered. He stared at the photo for along time, just taking in the woman he missed so much he almost couldn't breathe. Slowly, he looked up from the picture with icy eyes and watched as Caché looked down.

"Where did you get this?" he asked through clenched teeth. The solider didn't say anything. Draco inched closer to his face, so that they were almost touching. "I asked you a question solider." He held the picture in the soldier's face. "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THIS?!" he yelled. The solider looked up with guilty eyes. Draco almost had to step back where had he seen those eyes before?

"I-I…"

"WELL?"

The solider looked down and sighed. "I-I found it…" he stuttered, "o-on the ground when I-I was coming in."

"And you kept it?" he said, trying to hold the anger that was threatening to come out. Why did this tosser keep a picture of a girl he didn't even know?

"I-I..." he let out a shaky breath. "I thought she was pretty."

Draco Malfoy wanted to hit him in the fucking, making him bleed. He wanted to make sure that those eyes never look at his Ginny again. He held his hands at his side and growled.

"You did, huh?" He wanted to punch him, just once. Instead, he held the picture in his face. "I don't ever want you to look at this girl again. Do you understand me?" Caché nodded. "I said, DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?"

"Yes, Sir!" Caché yelled in reply.

Draco shook violently as he pocketed the picture. He then turned to the others.
"Good job, keep it up." He then turned to glare once more at Caché. "I will be watching you…Casey." And with another glare around, he stormed out of the tent.

Ginny let out a breath as Draco stalked out. She began hyperventilating as her eyes began to sting. Draco. He was right here, in front of her, and she hadn't even had the bullocks to look at him. She thought of the way his eyes had looked at her. Draco, her soul mate, didn't even recognize her.

She sat slowly onto her bed and breathed in and out. She had to control her shaking before the others noticed. Save face, she ordered herself. Be strong, you can do this.

"I think he hates you," Neville said, pulling her from her thoughts. Ginny looked into his brown eyes with a sad expression. After a few moments of silence, they all filed out and headed off to dinner. Ginny didn't bother. She lay down on her bed and finally let the tears fall.