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 Two: No Matter What

She knew he was watching her. She felt sick. He would be angry. Either that or he'd be disappointed and she hated that. She didn't look up. Nor did she eat. She sat and waited. Ron urged her to do something other then sit there but she pushed him away. He gave her a hurt look and a guilty feeling washed over her.

'He's only worried about you', she thought. Sighing, she took an apple and bit into it. She looked at him and he grinned. She rolled her eyes. Finally, the owls came. She waited.

None came for her. Sighing, she got up mumbled something about a walk before leaving the room. She walked out onto the grounds and shivered as the wind pressed against her. She threw away the apple and pulled her cloak closer.

Another, thicker cloak covered her. She looked up and smiled "You're lucky you have me," he said.

"I know," she whispered.

"Were you going to let me find out in the paper that you had died?" He growled and she stiffened.

Her head hung. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Damn it," he said closing his eyes and breathing in. "Don't do that."

"Well," she replied hotly. "I know you're going to be angry with me. What am I supposed to do other then say 'sorry'?"

He cursed loudly. "You worried the hell out of me!"

"Oh and this has been a pleasure ride for me?" She asked.

"No," he said before stomping his foot. He breathed in deeply. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "but I wished you would've have told me sooner."

She nodded.

"When did it start?" He asked.

She shifted on her foot. "Third year."

"What?" He asked his eyes wide.

"You know those nightmares I had?" She asked. "The one about Riddle?"

He nodded. The cold was starting to get to him as the wind blew harder. He watched as her hair whipped behind her and the sun that was setting hit her face. "Well," she continued. "It was about the dreams I wake to now. About you."

"I thought I was your friend." He said darkly.

Ginny eyes widened. "Of course you are!"

"Then why didn't you tell me?" He accused.

"Because I didn't want to lose you," she said her voice watery. "I didn't want to lose what we had!"

Without caring who would see he pulled her close. She sniffed and buried herself against him. "I wouldn't have cared." He said. "I would never want to lose you- no matter what would happen."

She looked up at him. "Promise?"

He nodded. She held him more tightly. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm sorry I never told you."

He rubbed her back. "I know now," he said. "Maybe I can help find a cure."

Ginny sniffed and pulled away. "Impossible," she stated. "Not even Dumbledore or Hermione could. How could you?"

Draco smirked and winked. "Like a muggle magician Malfoy's can't tell their secrets."