Author's Note: I know it's been awhile…I'm terribly sorry…I've just had so much on my mind, let alone to do. But I'm sure you don't want to hear my excuses so I'll just put up the chapter and get out of the way…

For Disclaimer: See Chapter One (Close My Eyes)

July 10, 2012 Malfoy Manor…Draco's Bedroom…!2:53 am

That night, Draco dreamed. It wasn't uncommon for Draco to dream. Especially if it involved 'her'. Tonight was no exception. He hadn't had this dream yet.

It was of him and Ginny at their first private getaway. About two weeks before the start of the war. Ginny had begged him for weeks to run away with her. For a vacation. Finally, Draco surprised her by taking her to a private island in Belize. He rented the whole island out for seven days.

May 8, 2002…An island in Belize…2:31 pm

"Draco, it's beautiful!" Ginny exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms. "You did all this for me?"

"What makes you think that?" he asked, smirk upon his face. He loved teasing her. He only did it so he could see the glorious smile she reserved just for him. He wondered if she noticed that, of course she hadn't caught on yet

"Admit it, "she said, breezing through the balcony doors. "You did it for me." She walked towards the edge of the balcony and leaned on the rail, admiring the view.

Draco was doing a bit of admiring on his own as he leaned against the door jam. Her auburn hair was pulled back and held in place by a butterfly clip. Her short, olive dress was fluttering madly in the wind. She turned her sun kissed face towards him and smiled. "Please," she begged.

He walked over to her and faced her toward him; his arms wrapped around her. He stroked back a strand of renegade hair. She was his; he might as well indulge her. "I suppose I may have given you some thought when choosing this place. Maybe…" He smirked.

"You never will admit it, will you?" she asked, her eyes filling with mirth. "Let's go swimming while there's still light," she suggested, pulling his hand. Draco sighed in defeat.

An hour later, Ginny was lying in the sun, soaking up the last of the day's rays. Draco stood over her.

"Yes?" Ginny asked lazily.

"Ginny darling, why are you lying out? I was under the impression we were swimming."

"Lying out is so much more relaxing," she said simply.

"Well," Draco said, bending down to pick her up.

"Draco, what are you doing? You're all wet," she squealed as she tried to wriggle out of his arms. "Put me down."

"Draco carried Ginny over his shoulder, smirking all the while. Walking calmly towards the waves, he stood there. He held her just above the water, looked her into the eyes and said, "Get ready." At that, he threw her in, a shriek coming from her. He stood there, in the same spot, up to his waist in water.

The water was crystal clear and sea green in color. So it shouldn't have been a surprise to him when Ginny grabbed his ankle and pulled him under with her. When he finally resurfaced, Draco was already there, glaring at her. She just splashed him and took off running, laughing. Draco quickly caught up to her and grabbed her from behind around the waist, relishing in her laughter. It was one of the last times she laughed freely and openly.

Draco came awake. He hadn't thought of Belize in a long time. Must have had something to do with Ryan wanting to go to someplace warm. Ryan. He didn't know what to make of her. She was beautiful, yet annoyingly American. He wondered if she took classes for that. And she knew his Ginny. He'd have to talk to her some more about that. With that in mind, he got up and stumbled to the bathroom. Without even looking into the mirror, he jumped into the shower.

Ever the morning person, Ryan was already at the table eating yogurt and toast, a glass of orange juice by her side. "Morning," she said without looking up from the Daily Prophet. His paper. Just as he was about to make a comment, a tapping on the window drew their attention. Ryan immediately recognized Hedwig.

"Hello Hedwig," she said as she stood up, revealing her short, pink, silk chemise under her white silk robe. Draco gulped and sat down, admiring the magnificent long legs she appeared to own.

She collected the package and sat back down and opened it. First, there was a letter.

Ryan-

I have given you a muggle invention I believe you recognize. The cellular phone, in short, the cell phone. I trust you know how to use it from the last time. You're American, and all American's have one. All the needed numbers are programmed into there. It's to be on at all times. Call me.

-Harry

Ryan smiled and pulled out the phone and turned it on. When Ryan glanced back at the letter, she grinned even bigger.

"May I see the letter?" Draco asked, allowing his curiosity to get the better of him.

"Be my guest," she said, going through her new phone.

Ryan Darling-

You left a few things at my place. I knew you'd need this.

Love always,

Harry

What is that?" he scowled.

"My cell phone," she said, motioning for him to be quiet.

"Harry? Thanks ever so much for sending my phone. So what are you doing today?" she took a bite out of her toast.

Draco watched in mild fascination as she talked to Harry, slowly twisting her hair around her finger. It looked somewhat familiar. "Harry bloody Potter, again. They were obviously involved. Draco sneered and started on his eggs. Ginny used to eat cereal and it drove him insane. At least Ryan ate one thing hot.

"So do you wanna go shopping today? Draco said we're going to a party tonight and I need new shoes to go with my dress. Please? I'll buy you lunch. Yay! We'll meet at my apartment say around noon, British time? Okay, see you then," she smiled as she hung up.

"Shouldn't I approve your dress before you go buy shoes for it," he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope," she said as she downed her orange juice. Draco was helpless to do anything but watch. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "See something you like?" she called over her shoulder before she left the room. Draco just smirked.

"Jesus fuckin Christ, Malfoy…give me five more minutes. Besides, you haven't you heard of being fashionably late?" Ryan asked. She finished the last of her curls and grabbed her evening bag. Adjusting her magical wire, she headed for the stairs.

Draco was going to kill her. They were already thirty minutes late. He really, really hated Americans. All thoughts left his head as Ryan came down the stairs. She was beautiful. Almost more beautiful than Ginny. Almost.

"Are you ready," she asked.

Draco didn't hear her as he was trying to decide if her dress was appropriate or not. It was white, definitely not one of her more truthful colors. But it definitely looked good on her. It was more like a two piece dress. The skirt was long with a lit up her right side. There was only an inch of fabric separating the top of her skirt and the beginning of her slit. The top must have been difficult to put on. It looked like it was made up of two sashes. They crossed over her chest and tied behind her neck and her back. Her skin glowed, showing off her Hollywood tan. Her make-up was minimal yet everything about her seemed to sparkle. Including her hair which had been controlled into tight ringlets. He was beginning to think she looked good in anything.

"Hello? Can we go?" she asked impatiently, her high heels tapping the floor.

"By all means," he said as he held out his arm.

"Ugh," she sighed. With a roll of her eyes, he apperated them out of there.

A/N: I did it…I made it long too…Review!