Summary: Two friends become more then they should. Now, with the trouble of Voldemort everyone is in danger and a safe place is nowhere to be found. Fighting everyone that stand in the way of their love they find they can't do one thing however- death.

Until Death Shall We Part

Chapter One: Letter

It seemed so simple to just be friends at the time. Where they could they took the chance to be with one another and share late night secrets rather than worry about life itself. But one thing was dreadful about it- no one knew they were friends. It changed how it was supposed to happen. They were young at the time. They deceived everyone and kept one another true to each other.

For him it started on the night she had a nightmare about Riddle. She came into his room in ragged breath and cold sweat. He woke to it and sat straight up before adjusting to the light, "who's there?"

"Draco," she said quietly as tears streamed down her face, "I- I'm scared."

"Ginny?" He called out before taking his wand and lighting it, "what happened?"

She bit her lip and sat on the edge of the bed. A silence stretched as he patiently waited before she moved to him and cried. He carefully placed an arm around her back and she held him around the neck. She was only thirteen and he, fourteen. She was so small in his arms; so fragile.

Once her sobs slowed to a close he gave her a napkin and she cleaned herself, "is it Riddle?" He asked darkly and she met his eyes before sniffing and nodded. He sighed and leaned back onto the headboard, "would you like to stay then?"

She met his eye and searched them. If it had been lighter he would have been able to see her ears redden and her cheeks flush. With a small smile she nodded and he moved so there was room towards the left side of the bed. She crawled in and rested her head on the pillow and was slightly surprised at how soft it was.

Closing her eyes she breathed in deeply before looking at Draco who went under the covers as well, "you have to leave early tomorrow."

She smiled, "I know," she whispered as her eyes closed and she rolled over. Draco's eyes stayed on her for some time before falling asleep soon after…

It was in the morning when he woke. Noticing how dark it was he probably slept for only a couple hours, maybe less. Somehow his arm was holding something or rather someone. Blinking stupidly he raised his head and looked down. Ginny, he thought as he moved fire-red locks away from her face, his best friend Ginny.

He reached over as she shivered in her sleep and entwined her hand with his. Her breathing deepened and he realized he could've have fought off an on-coming nightmare. A smile graced his lips before he lied back down and mumbled a spell in which it would wake them before anyone else. He started to fall asleep but as he did he made sure their hands didn't come apart.

Now, being three years later he sits at his desk in his new room. A simple parchment was on his desk with a Rose crescent drawn on it and he knew immediately who it was. Opening it he began to read what the letter held. He couldn't believe it at first but then as he read it again he left his room quickly in order to go to Gryffindor tower.

Coming in front of the Fat Lady he began to say the password but stopped himself. 'What was he doing?' He thought before shaking his head and heading off. He needed to know if it was true…he needed to see her. But swallowing every control he had left he walked back to his room.

Once there he picked up the letter and fell to his bed and read it:

Draco,

My family told me something dreadful and I'm afraid I can't keep it a secret much longer. I'm going to die. Draco, I have something called cancer. It's very rare in our world because of our blood. I couldn't tell you this in person because I was afraid. So I told my owl to send this to your room rather than to you incase you'd catch me on the train. I don't want to die, Draco, but it seems that I barely have a choice in this.

Do you know what I wake up to every morning? The thought of me dead and you- you're standing at my grave and then I come in. You don't hear me or see me but I try and try yet you never notice me. Soon, you leave and nothing, not even the wind that I begged to blow you back to me makes you turn.

The doctor said for me to live life as I have it and I plan too. My body won't react to the muggle technology and being as it is rare in our world we didn't come up for a potion for this. I hear Dumbledore has sent Snape to find it with a professor in America and we have a new potions teacher. That wasn't quite clear about what I said earlier was it? I meant that I don't want us to be different…I don't want to lose you, Draco, I don't think I would be fighting this hard to stay alive for the past couple of years if you weren't there.

Love you,

Ginny

He stared at the canopy above his head and re-thought about the letter more clearly. 'Past couple of years…so she's been pretty sick for the past couple of years and hasn't told me?' He thought bitterly, how are we not supposed to be different when her life was on the line and I hadn't known? Sighing he ran a hand over his face and made himself breathe, 'talk to her tomorrow', he thought, 'I'll talk to her then…'