I'll See It Through
When you touch me
I feel there's nothing you can do to turn me away
And I know that
In the past you've had bad luck so I should help you stay
You're all I ever wanted
You're all I ever needed, it's you
You're all I've ever wanted
And loving you's the right thing to do
And I'll see it through
When I close my eyes
And think of you it takes me places that I've never seen
And the rain, it blows
You're brushing up against my skin to wash me clean
You're all I ever wanted
You're all I ever needed - it's you
You're all I've ever wanted
And loving you's the right thing to do
And I'll see it through
I'll show you the love in my head
I'll show you the love that we had
I'll show you the love in my head
I'll show you the love that we had
You're all I ever wanted
You're all I've ever needed, it's you
You're all I've ever wanted
And loving you's the right thing to do
And I'll see it through
- Texas
Ginny took a deep breath as she stood outside the fine dining restaurant 'Les Amis', situated in the more up market district of Club Avenue, in Diagon Alley. It was against her better judgment to be seen in such a place, especially with Draco but that, Ginny assumed, had been his sole purpose.
His last letter had been short and to the point, inviting her for dinner tonight and informed her that he had arranged for the Sri Lankan Healer to accompany his mother back to Britain and continue the treatment. He had not mentioned anything about the quidditch trial results but it was not safe for her to assume he did not know. She hoped he knew – the thought of being the bearer of such awful news did not sit well with her.
Deciding to take her seat because Draco had said he would be running late, she entered the restaurant. It was crowded as it was usually during this time of the evening. She felt incredibly nervous as the maitre d' led her to the table for two, reserved special for Mr. Malfoy.
The entire place was filled with fine, wealthy looking people. Surely, she could never fit into such a world. Already people were starring at her. The flaming red hair was a huge giveaway; especially with her father now Assistant to the new Minister of Magic after Fudge's demise.
She shifted in her seat, feeling a tad underdressed in her chiffon halter dress robes, simple pearl choker necklace and matching pearl stud earrings. She wore the sapphire ring on her hand, on her engagement finger – a daring move but she had wanted Draco to know how much he mattered to her.
Draco took his time, getting to the table, nodding politely at people on the way. His father may have been a deatheater but the Malfoy name still held its own respect and prestige within the circles of wizard high society. He barely noticed the people he was nodding at, when he saw her. All ulterior motives, insecurities that had plagued him about this relationship fled his mind.
Her back was facing him, her creamy white skin bared for all to see, clashing dramatically with her coppery red hair, its different tones of red dancing in the light from the chandelier hanging above. The silk robes she wore seemed to worship every curve and dip of her lithe body. He was enthralled and enraptured by Virginia Weasley.
He stopped right behind her, leaning down so that his lips brushed against her ear, his warm breath ticklish. "You look positively ravishing."
Ginny flushed red, feeling a tantalizing shiver run up her spine. It was all she could do from throwing her arms around him and kissing him.
"You too." She commented smoothly, observing his athletic frame complimented by dark, black robes.
Draco shot her a smirk as he took his seat across from her. "How are you?" He asked, fixing his gaze on her, while waving at the waiter for the menus in that causal yet powerful way.
"Fine." She answered neutrally, returning his gaze. In truth, she was dead scared. Being seen with Draco at such a place, having dinner together would obviously be something to talk about. She knew she was not being paranoid when she assumed that the murmurs from the other tables were mostly due to her presence.
"There is a reason why I asked you to meet me here for dinner." Draco murmured, watching her through carefully guarded eyes, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
Ginny sighed wearily, not wanting to partake in his games. "Why? I thought I explained myself to you." She shot back, wishing he did not make her feel so bitter, especially since this was the first time they were seeing each other in a long time.
"Not good enough for me, Virginia. You don't trust me." He stated.
She did not deny it. "I'm learning to."
Draco waved away the waiter who had come to take their orders, before leaning forward. "What is stopping you?"
"Nothing. It's hard for me to trust, okay?" Ginny was being evasive. She hoped Draco did not notice.
Before he could question her further, she went on, "Why are you in such a rush? Why the sudden urgency? What is it that you want?" She spat out exasperatedly in low quiet tones.
"A family." His stormy grey eyes stared at her beneath his dark eyelashes, lending them a smoky aura. Ginny drew in her breath at the intensity he was looking at her with.
"A family I can learn to love and whom will love me unconditionally." He continued, shifting his gaze to the tablecloth, looking down at the table, his shoulders previously held in proud straightness now slumped with resignation.
She reached across the table, ignoring the people around them and placed her small hand with its slender fingers over his larger and paler hand with its defined masculine knuckles that she could feel beneath her palm. "Someday we'll have that, Draco."
She paused before continuing. "Is it your mother? Is she..okay?" She asked tentatively.
Draco shook his head, entwining his fingers with hers, as if he needed her. "She…There's no hope for her, really. I'm just bringing the healer down for the sake of keeping up a farce, y'know, for hope's sake. The healer thinks she won't even last long."
Ginny felt tears well up in her eyes, as she squeezed his hand reassuringly. He looked so heartbroken and vulnerable. Screw the people around them. Draco needed her, and that was all that mattered.
"Draco, listen to me," She forced him to look up, and meet her eyes. "Whether your mother gets better or not, you're doing your part as a son and that's all that matters. Just continue to be there for her, understand?" He nodded.
"Let's order. Don't know about you but I'm starving." Draco was back in control again, flashing a dry smile at her.
She grinned back. After placing their orders, Ginny leaned back in her seat, slightly relaxed, blissfully happy with having Draco right across the table from her and not some continent away. Concealed by the floor length tablecloth, she slipped her leg out of her shoe, sliding her foot up his leg, beneath his robes.
She had to bite her lip from bursting out into helpless giggles at the expressions on his face – from bewilderment to amusement and then anxiety as she curled her toes against his skin while moving her foot further up his leg.
"You're a wench y'know." Draco muttered, managing to smile politely at an elderly couple that sauntered by.
"This is for bringing me to a place like this." Ginny pouted.
"Don't you like it?" Draco mocked.
Ginny shook her head, looking despondent. "I can never fit in here, Draco and you know that. I'm not like these people." She felt wistful for a moment. She could never really be a Malfoy.
"I'd never know that." He shrugged.
She bit her lip, wondering why there seemed to be so many differences between the both of them and if their love could actually overcome it all. By then, Draco had slipped his shoe off and was massaging Ginny's feet with his socked feet. She sighed contentedly, smiling at him across the table, desire darting right down to the spot between her legs.
"I have you for the whole weekend." Draco commented with a smirk.
Ginny shook her head. "I have dinner back at The Burrow on Sunday night."
Draco made a face. "Any occasion?"
"No it's the weekly thing. I hate it though."
Their dishes arrived, along with a bottle of specially imported wizard wine.
"Grindy wine. The best in Wizarding Europe." Draco told her, taking an elegant whiff his wine, before taking a sip and tasting it. Nodding approvingly at the waiter, he turned to Ginny who was gazing at him in admiration.
"I love you." She muttered, after the waiter left the table.
"Cos I'm rich?" Draco smirked.
Ginny looked horrified. "No, it's because you're so elegant, cultured and worldly-wise."
Draco did not say anything, simply devouring his steak. "Why do you hate these family gatherings again?" He asked, a moment later.
"My Mum's begun nagging at me about my single status."
Draco let out what sounded very much like a snort. "Tell her about us then."
Ginny shot him a glare. "Draco, we've covered this a hundred times. I cannot tell my parents till I'm ready."
"When will that be, Madame? They'll find out sooner or later y'know." He had a very knowing look on his face.
"And that's your main aim of having dinner with me here, right?"
"Also, to give you a sneak preview of my world."
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a manipulative, conniving-'
"I'm a Slytherin, aren't I?" Draco arched an eyebrow at her, his darkening eyes making her pulse race, "And I always get what I want." His voice had dropped to a low, husky whisper that seemed to arouse her even further.
"Malfoy!" Their little bubble was broken by the loud voice of Marcus Flint. Ginny felt trepidation shoot through her as she watched Draco nod at the bigger man.
Draco looked immaculately cool and composed – his well used mask. "Flint."
"So aren't you going to congratulate me?" Marcus thumped him on his shoulders while Ginny cringed, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
If Draco was surprised, he did not show it. Instead, he curved his lips into a grim smile, "Congratulations then, Flint."
Realizing that he had failed in breaking down Malfoy, Flint turned to the conspicuous red head. "I see, you've really gone down haven't you, Draco?" He mocked, sneering at Ginny who bristled, glaring angrily back at him.
"I suggest you shut that trap of yours and get the hell out of here." Draco stated, in his dangerously soft voice, a muscle twitching in his jaw, his eyebrow arched in question.
Even Flint knew better than to mess with him, thus, walking off with a smirk. Ginny sank against her seat, anger dissipating instantly. The whole world would know sooner or later – about her and Draco.
Draco, however seemed to have other things on his mind. "Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes flashed angrily as he turned upon Ginny, steak and wine long forgotten. In fact his appetite had soured considerably.
"I forgot." Seeing the look of utmost disbelief on his face, "I really did, I was so happy to see you and everything. Anyway I thought you already knew about the trial results." Her dejection went unnoticed, for Draco was frustrated and very angry.
"I can't believe he got the seeker position." He muttered through clenched teeth, raking his hair.
Ginny did not like the wild look in his eyes – this was not desire, nor an act of composure – it was desperate anger and pain.
"Of all people! And you," He turned on Ginny again, "You didn't even tell me!" Draco whispered fiercely, for their table were attracting more than their rightful share of curious stares.
"I forgot, Draco. Get with it. It slipped my mind. They are a lot more important things in life than quidditch." Ginny snapped, angrily.
Draco looked livid, his face going even paler and his jaw so tight that Ginny was sure it was going to crack. "Not to me, there isn't it."
It took a full minute for both of them to realize what had just been said. Draco was utterly taken aback by his own impulsiveness while Ginny's eyes widened in shock and hurt.
She rose from hr chair, her Weasley temper rising to the occasion. Throwing her napkin in his face, she turned to stalk off. Draco was quicker though, standing up as well and grabbing her by the wrist. By now everyone was openly watching them, this lovers' spate, they correctly assumed.
Ginny struggled to get free from him. "Let me go." She growled into his face, which was a few inches away from her own.
"Sit down, Virginia. You realize you're creating quite a spectacle." Draco murmured to her calmly, belying the fact that he was trying to rein in the urge to go on his knees, beg her forgiveness and kiss her senseless.
"Fine! You started it!" With that she yanked her hand away and strode off, her dress robes fluttering about her dramatically.
Ginny paced the walkway, some distance away from the restaurant. She should not have walked out. It was obvious that he was venting his frustration on her, she being the only possible target. She should have been calm and understanding.
Oh! Why did she always have to be so damn bloody hot-headed! Now, he was going to be even more riled up with her. He had not even come after her. Here, she was all alone. She drew her cloak around herself. The night had gotten extremely cold.
She had planned to be strong for him but here she was, the eternal drama queen, having lost her head and walked out on him. She leaned against a lamppost, burying her face in her freezing hands.
"You look like you could use a pair of gloves." Ginny looked up startled, at her saviour.
Draco stood a few feet away, looking just as sheepish as she felt, his blonde hair ruffled by the wind, holding out a pair of gloves to her.
"Oh, Draco, I'm so sorry." She began.
He shook his head, "I should be saying sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"I shouldn't have lost my temper." She walked towards him, burying her face in his cloak, feeling herself go red with embarrassment at the memory.
"Well, at least you gave them something to talk about." He commented, smirking.
Ginny swatted him on his arm, and finally managed to look him in the eye. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he led her down the path on the beginnings of a meandering stroll, typical of lovers'.
"Did you bring the chocolate sauce?" He teased light heartedly, before leaning down to kiss her.
She rolled over, as her stomach emitted a loud growl. Draco let out a laugh in mock amusement as he rested his head against her abdomen. She swatted his head lightly.
"Hungry?"
"Yes."
For a while they did not say anything. The sticky sweet scent of sweat and sex wafting up from the bed, mingling with dewy scent of the woods coming in through the open windows of the cabin lend a personal touch to the rather homely and surprisingly warm cabin.
The sun was barely peeking above the horizon, as dusk crept up on them but they had no sense of time. The both of them were languidly spread out on the huge fold out bed, entangled in the sheets watching the dying embers of the fire in the fireplace that had kept them warm all night.
They had spent a glorious night together in the utter privacy of this blessed cabin, a luxury that she had only fantasized about. His fingers trailed a path up and down the insides of her knee, absentmindedly.
Then he leapt off the bed suddenly, "I'll get you food."
Ginny nodded, dreamily. When he returned with cheese, crackers, two wine glasses and an expensive wine bottle, she sat up gingerly, the insides of her thighs still sore from their vigorous activities. He did not seem to notice this, and for a moment Ginny felt a flash of infuriation at this sign of neglect. He was, however, frowning very deeply as he sipped at his own glass of wine while Ginny nibbled on her cracker, watching the intense look of concentration on his face.
"Draco, what's wrong?" She asked, a few minutes later, gently touching his arm. He shook his head, looking away.
Ginny let out a heavy sigh of exasperation. "We need to communicate y'know, Draco, communication is the key to any good relationship."
"You're one to lecture me." He bit out, making an obvious reference to Ginny not informing about him the quidditch tryout results.
She drew back startled. "I thought you had forgiven me…"
Draco looked instantly remorseful. "I had..I'm sorry…It's just that I've never felt so.." He seemed to be looking for a word to describe adequately the disappointment and anguish he felt. "Lost! I mean, my mother's sick and there's no cure, I lost that seeker position to Flint, of all people! It's like I'm trying so damn bloody hard but it just doesn't feel worth it. It's as if it's not worth to do the right thing anymore…"
Ginny let him rant and rave a bit, since he rarely did so and this was a good way to vent. His fists were balled up as he spoke, and his lithe shoulders unnaturally tense.
She placed her crackers on the bedside table and moved towards him, putting her hand on the small of his back, the coolness of her palm against his heated skin.
"It may seem that the path to hell is paved with good intentions but it's not. In the end, everything happens for a reason and greater things are in store for you. Just remember that." She murmured.
He pulled her into his arms, in a bone-crushing embrace that hinted at his dependency on her. "Don't ever leave me," He mumbled into her cinnamon smelling hair.
"Never…" She whispered before he captured her mouth in his, and once again began the tantalizing ritual known among lovers as making love.
A/N Note -
I know the precious chapter was blah..really could not help it..it had to be..i had to write it out that way..i've read love letters before and I don't think the letters between Ginny and Draco were formal. If they appeared so maybe it is due to the fact that conversing is different from writing it out in words to each other.
They will be a lot of second guessing the relationship on both Ginny and Draco's part – I must warn you as I mentioned before – this is a REAL love story about a REAL relationship. So like a REAL relationship, the pressure of making this relationship work despite all the odds against them is taking its inevitable toll on BOTH Ginny and Draco - this will be displayed in these few chapters. It's no fairytale and I apologise for that. It'll get frustrating but remember this my darling reviewers and readers – True love lasts a lifetime…that's all you need to remember as you read this story.
This chapter is a transition one so that's why it's really short..as compensation I'll put up the next chapter which is a very pivotal and crucial one very soon…I'm kind of getting weary of this story myself – it's become like a long drawn out relationship for me..started out as something close to my heart, still is I suppose but the fire is no longer there..almost like a marriage burnt out..dun know how to end this story really..hopefully inspiration will come at an opportune time.
Please check out my other D/G fics 'You're the only One' and 'Love On Earth' – now those are two D/G stories I feel with all my heart and soul. For some D/G one shot fic pleasure please read 'Spring Fever' and 'Harder to Breathe'.
From first hand experience guys DO NOT get confused when you act like you don't care – if they're feelings for you are for REAL, it'll just make them put in even more effort to get you….Please read 'He's Just Not That Into You' by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tucillo – the only self help book a girl needs to read.
Pardon the errors, will repost the betaed version pronto
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Just then an eagle swooped through the window, dropping the Daily Prophet on the table before flying off. Ginny seated herself at the table, unrolling the papers and reading it slowly and quietly. It was when she turned to the society page that she let out a gasp that resonated in the still air, bouncing off the wooden walls. Draco turned around from his over boiled stew, to glance at his fiancé who stared at the society pages, horror painted over her pretty features.
