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Chapter 4-

"Oh my God...." Ginny gasped, her hand going to her mouth. She shook her head in disbelief.

The figure in her doorway was wearing all black. His robes were made of expensive material, as were his gloves. He had black hair that was very untidy.

Ginny gasped when the person raised their head revealing startling green eyes.

"...Harry?" Ginny asked uncertainly.

Harry reached out a hand and touched her face as if to reassure himself she was real. As soon as he was sure she wasn't a dream or a hallucination he took a step closer and took her in a strong embrace.

Ginny clung to Harry and let the tears she hadn't allowed herself to cry for four years come forth as she cried into Harry's robes. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him until she had seen him standing on her doorstep.

Harry put his chin on top of Ginny's head allowing himself to cry for the first time in four long years that were full of pain and suffering. Though Harry had lost many of his close friends in his war with Voldemort, he still had not let himself shed a single tear. But now as he held the one person who meant the most to him, did he let his tears fall.

After a few minutes had passed and Ginny's tears had slowed down Ginny pulled away from Harry and wiped her eyes. She suddenly shivered as the cold began to get to her.

Harry saw Ginny shivered and realized they were standing on the streets of Oxford on one of the coldest nights of the winter. He looked at Ginny. "Can I come in?" He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Ginny blushed as she realized she had been to busy blubbering all over him to even invite him in. "Oh, of course." She said moving aside so Harry could enter her flat. She shut the door behind Harry after he entered.

Harry looked around Ginny's flat. It was extremely classy and had a spectacular view of the pond that was behind her flat. A few ducks as well as a pair of geese currently occupied the pond. Must be magically heated. Harry thought.

Harry tore his gaze from the scenery to look around the flat some more. The flat though elegant still had a very homey feel to it. The fireplace was lit casting a warm glow on the taupe carpet. The couches were made of fine material and were a dark shade of green, so dark it was almost black. A picture on the end table caught his eye.

Harry walked over to the picture and picked it up. The picture was taken at a high-class party from the looks of things.

The picture was of Ginny in a nice evening gown made of fine material that caught the light making it sparkle. The dress was sleeveless one strap thick while the other was thinner and reached down to her ankles to show matching spike heels. Ginny's hair was pulled on top of her head while a few ringlets were left to tease her face.

Though breathtaking as Ginny looked it was not she who caught his eye but the man standing next to her with his arms around her waist.

Standing next to Ginny in the picture was none other than his childhood nemesis, Draco Malfoy. He had his chin rested on Ginny's shoulder and his trademark smirk plastered on his face.

Of course this picture moved, as did all pictures in the Wizarding world. When "picture-Ginny" saw Harry she looked at him and waved smiling. When Malfoy saw him he gave Harry a very rude gesture that received a slap on the hand and a scolding from Ginny before they both turned back and waved, though reluctantly on Draco's part.

Harry sat the picture back down on the table and turned to find Ginny staring out the window at the falling snow. He suddenly remembered she had been heading out of the door when he had shown up. "Ginny where were you going before I showed up?" Harry inquired, sitting on the nice couch. He realized the furniture was as comfortable as it was nice.

"Oh, I was heading to get groceries." Ginny said, her gaze still outside. Her hand was placed flat against the glass palm down as she stared at the snow softly falling and covering the world in white.

"Well how about I take you to dinner? We have a lot of catching up to do along with a bit of explaining on your part." Harry said, his voice questioning but telling her she isn't getting out of the talk.

"That sounds great, let me just leave Draco a note so he knows where I've gone." Ginny said, going into kitchen to do j/that.

Harry watched her retreating back and felt his stomach plummet. Is she with Malfoy? Harry thought, trying to make sense of everything. The picture, the worth of the apartment, and her last statement-all signs pointed to she was with Malfoy.

Before his thoughts could progress any further Ginny returned from the kitchen and went to the coat rack to retrieve her cloak. Harry went over to her and took it from her holding it out to her to slip her arms into.

"Thank you." Ginny replied pulling the cashmere cloak together with the belt. She turned to face Harry to find him staring at her, a thoughtful look gracing his features.

"Are you with Malfoy?" Harry finally asked, holding his breath as he waited for an answer. He was surprised when Ginny started laughing. His eyes widened and he raked his brain trying to think of what could possibly be so humorous.

When Ginny finally managed to get her giggles under control she looked at Harry. "You have no idea how many times we've been asked that. Let me guess, you've seen one of my many pictures of Draco and me and realized I live with him?" Ginny asked, her voice amused.

Harry merely nodded and wondered why it was so funny. Merlin, it's just a question.

"The answer is no, Draco's my best friend. He's also my partner at work so we're very close, but no we're not dating." Ginny explained patiently. She grabbed her keys from the counter again and went to the door. "I drive." She declared as she opened the door locking it behind her and waiting outside for him to shut it.

Harry shook his head amazed at how much Gin had changed. No longer was she a quiet little girl. No, now she was an intelligent young woman whom he was most anxious to get reacquainted with. He walked out the door, shutting it behind him and followed Ginny to her car.

Harry shouldn't have been surprised to find that her car was as nice as everything else she seemed to own. She had a sapphire blue Corvette parked in her space and next to it was an all silver Ferrari with dark black tint on it. The front license plate said "Dragon" on it in silver letters and the background was made of a green dragon reared back and surrounded by silver flames.

No doubt Draco's car. Harry climbed into Ginny's car and they left for the restaurant.

Harry looked across the table and studied Ginny. Over the span of four years she had changed a great deal. She had turned from a scrawny teenager to a young lady with a figure woman dreams of. She also had grown self-confidence. Her very stance showed she was now a very proud woman, which she looked to no one for help. No, this was not the girl he had rescued from the Chamber all those years ago. She had grown up.

The waitress came over to them and asked them what they wanted to drink and Harry was thoroughly surprised when Ginny ordered red wine. Malfoy must be rubbing off on her. Harry thought to himself and ordered a Firewhiskey for himself.

The waitress walked off and Harry turned to Ginny again. "Okay, now you have a lot of explaining to do Ginny. Now's as good a time as ever to start." Harry said, leaning back into his seat and getting comfortable. He had a hunch this would be a long story.

Ginny sighed from the place she sat at the table, across from Harry. Where do I start? Ginny thought sadly. She took a deep breath and plunged into what was sure to be a long story.

"That day in Hogsmead when I was taken, the last time I saw you, I was taken to the Ministry." Ginny began but held a hand up to stop Harry's interruption that she knew he would have. "I know it seemed like I was being taken by death eaters, Macnair and Dolohov to be exact, but it was merely the Polyjuice Potion. They took me to the ministry because they had been monitoring Hogsmead and had heard my confession about seeing Diggory die at the Tournament. The ministry was in desperate needs for a seer, and were hoping they could teach me how to control my powers that way I could help them see what Voldemort and his followers were up to. That alone took all my time and effort, but as for me not owling you or anybody else was I was forbidden to make contact with you all. While I was so close to my father he never knew I was alive, and only down the hall from him." Ginny said, a pained look on her face.

Harry sat in his chair drinking from his bottle of whiskey every now and then but determined not to get drunk until Ginny had finished her story.

Ginny shook her head getting her mind off the pain of not seeing her father for so long. "Anyways, I went through my training and was the Ministry's link to knowing where to go and when. That's how they always trapped the death eaters. After the war was over I just couldn't bear the thought of facing everyone so I left London." Ginny admitted with a shrug.

"Wait, then why is Malfoy with you? Why does he know?" Harry inquired, a jealous twinge in his voice.

"He was my partner at the ministry-yes he worked at the ministry Harry don't look so surprised. Now he's also best friend." Ginny explained, trying to keep a smile from her face. Is Mr. Potter jealous? No, that's not possible, don't get your hopes up Gin.

Harry nodded his head, letting all the information sink in. "So let me get this strait. The ministry took you from Hogsmead, let the entire Wizarding World think you had been kidnapped and were dead and trained you in secret as a sort of secret weapon, and then when you had the chance to come back home you panicked and ran instead?" Harry asked, his hurt evident in his voice.

Well when you put it like that...Ginny thought slightly annoyed. "I didn't run, per say. I just decided to start a new life, to start over."

"With Malfoy." Harry concluded. He crossed his arms and looked around the restaurant, anywhere but at Ginny.

"One, stop calling him that. That was his father's name and trust me when I say he does not like to be associated with that man. Two, you seem to think that Draco cannot be trusted. Don't you think I know him better than you do, Harry?" Ginny went on as she stood and pulled on her coat, " And three, at the very least if you cannot bring yourself to come to the reality Draco has indeed changed then at the very least you should take my word for it. But apparently the past years have disintegrated you're trust as well as your sense. Good day Mr. Potter." Ginny said, inclining her head slightly, and with that she left leaving a dumbstruck Harry in her wake.