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Draco watched as Ginny instructed his followers on the layout of the house that

the Order was hiding in. He was exited, almost giddy really. He could finally hear the

screams he so longed to hear, piercing silence that had gone on inside his head for so

long. He could visualize the newspaper headlines and the shock that would go through

everyone's mind when the found out the most 'important wizards' were dead.

He watched her move her wand about the three-dimensional map that was

hovering above the table. The glare she gave Goyle as he tried to grasp a hold of a

wafting dining room table made him smirk. To think this was the person that was leading

them to what they desired the most. To think this woman was a Gryffindor...

Ginny looked at herself in the mirror, she pulled on the skin on her cheeks. It was

damp to the touch from her shower, but it seemed to feel numb to her. She blinked

slowly and watched her eyes swivel inside the holes in her head. Those dark brown eyes

everyone always loved when she was a child. She couldn't even remember the last time

someone noted she had brown eyes.

She heard a buzzing noise. It was annoying and she looked at the clock on the

wall pointing at 'Hurry Up.' She sighed and went to get dressed. Things felt different, as

she played over the night before in her head. She hadn't spoken since, not to anyone.

But then again, Hermione wasn't here.

She held onto her towel that was wrapped around her, oblivious to the quiet

sounds that always occupied the flat. The ticking of the clock, the bubbling of the fish

tank, the hum of Hermione's reading lamp. Ginny stopped in the long hallway that led to

the bedrooms as she noted that hum finally. It had to have been on since Hermione had

been there the day before. She quietly walked into the living room and saw the sparkling

lamp beside the comfy blue chair. Ginny's hand brushed against it, she felt it burn but

said nothing and didn't bother to move it as she switched off the lamp.

Ginny pulled her sweater down, tugging at it uselessly. She looked at the

periwinkle blue, and realized it was Hermione's. She pulled it off and tossed it onto the

floor at the heap of clothes that were already pilling up. She went over to her wardrobe,

watching her bare feet and the cuff of her jeans push down the carpet as she stepped.

She pulled the black long sleeved shirt off the hanger and pulled it on. Not even

bothering to look at herself in the mirror she walked into the living room, not caring

about the figure sitting on the couch, his black cloak spilling onto the floor. She ignored

him as she sat in Hermione's chair, sitting with her legs under her and staring at the floor.

"Your not packed are you?" Draco asked. Ginny shook her head, her eyes wide,

and a little glossy as she looked at the carpet. There was a piece of Hermione's favourite

cereal on the side table. Ginny pressed her thumb to it, turning it into a purple powder.

"Its not easy...the morning after. It gets easier....but are you ok?" he asked, leaning

forwards, his long fingers interlaced in front of him. Ginny looked up.

"How can you ask me that?" she said quietly, Draco sighed and stood up.

"Because I had to. I didn't expect you to answer because you don't know. Come

on get your stuff, you have to clear out before people find the bodies." He said closing

the curtains in the apartment. Ginny nodded numbly and felt like retching as he said that.

"The bodies.." she said quietly, walking into her room and pulling out a small

leather suitcase. Draco leaned against the doorway, watching her use shrinking charms

on her things so they fit perfectly. She left a pile of clothes on the floor, but finished

rather quickly.

"I'm done." she said looking at him. Draco raised an eyebrow and sighed going

over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. He looked for a plain pair of socks,

most of them were all red and gold. He handed them to her and she looked a little

surprised at her feet and sat on the end of her bed to put them on.

"All I can see is green...green and red...and all I can hear is screams, not you, not

me...just screaming..." she stammered. She looked down at her hands, her wand hand

shaking violently. Draco sighed and sat beside her.

"I told you its hard. But we cant talk about it here..wait until we're on the ship to

Asia. Come on." He helped her to her feet, took her suitcase and put her hand on the

portkey he pulled of his pocket.

Draco was becoming un-nerved. He was standing on the deck above her and she

was still there at the bottom deck of the ship, as she had been for the past five hours.

The sun had set and the water was rushing past the cruise ship quickly. Her hands clung

to the guard rail as they had been since she had arrived on the ship.

He was seriously wondering if she was about to throw herself into the water. He

sighed angrily and walked down the many steps that lead to the floor below.

"If she's going to commit suicide...well she just bloody well shouldn't." He

grumbled. He walked across the deck slowly and finally came to her side. "Don't jump."

he said quietly. Why was his voice all quiet now? He wondered.

"I wasn't going to." she said quietly. "Draco?"

"What?"

"Why was it easy?" she said looking down at her hands. He raised an eyebrow, as

everything started clicking into place. Why she was being quiet, why she looked

shocked at her hands..because they had killed and she had felt nothing.

"Is that what's with the silent treatment?" he asked, leaning against the guard rail,

feeling a little off balance due to the slight rocking of the muggle cruise ship. To avoid

being tracked there were only five members of the group on this ship. Some of the

others were getting to Asia by train, the rest were flying.

She sighed and nodded a little tugging a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I saw my mother crying, and screaming my name...and then I killed her. Why am

I not dying inside?" she said, her tone was full of exasperation.

"Some people are just different about death then everyone else." Draco shrugged.

Ginny looked at him disgustedly.

"This isn't just death Draco. This is killing. I killed my mother, Hermione and

Fred and George..and I feel nothing. How is that possible!?" she yelled, Draco looked

around paranoid if anyone over-heard, and clasped a firm hand over her mouth.

"Shut up!" he hissed angrily staring at her eyes fiercely. "What the hell do you

think your doing? I accepted you into this because you said it was your destiny...and I

believed you. You did what you had to do Ginny now get that through your head before

you go ballistic. We're meeting Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle for dinner go get changed and

meet me in the hallway once your done." he told her, actually prying her ice cold hands

off the railing and giving her a small push away from the railing.

"Fine, I'm going." she snapped and walked briskly towards the doors that lead to

the rooms.

Draco let out an angry breath. She knew she belonged here, and he could see it

when she killed. She wasn't like the person everyone had believed her to be. She

was...different. And somehow, he wasn't sure how, but he knew that she believed this

was her place as well.

Ginny splashed her face with cold water, looking up to see her reflection in the

small, circular mirror. She pulled on the skin a little, and now she could feel it. Either it

was the reality of what she had done and how she really felt had stopped crashing down

on her and finally starting to settle, or the ship was sinking and she was drowning

because she didn't feel so numb anymore.

She looked about; everything about the room in the ship was intact. Not too fancy,

not to cheap..and the rose was still on the table beside the door, so was the note. There

were people outside swimming, people dining, people dancing and people laughing. And

Ginny was coming to terms with what she did, and to her horror she wasn't as shocked

as she had been before. She dried off her face with the towel, running her fingers

mindlessly over the embroidery on the edges and tossed it down uselessly into the sink.

As she left her room she picked up the rose momentarily. The note was right; she

did know this was where she belonged. She couldn't help but smile, the note was right.

"I belong in this-whatever it is-I know I'm supposed to be here." she admitted.

She continued to smile as she set the rose down beside the note and closed the door

after her.

Draco smirked a little as she locked her door and put the key in her small black

clutch purse. She was dressed in muggle jeans and a sparkly black halter top to try and

blend in. Draco's diamond and emerald serpent ring wasn't really 'blending in' and she

shook her head with a smile as she saw it.

He held out his arm like he did when they were back at school on the night she

had learnt about this future. She took it and smirked in an almost Draco-like essence.

"Ready to go?" he asked. She nodded.

"For once..yeah I think I am." she replied.