Don't Own Nothing but then I would be owning everything…Muhahahahahah…just kidding…

But do own anything you don't recognizes…

January, 2010

Ginny Weasley was an independent woman. She could do anything she wanted to do. She was only twenty, and so what if she's seen so much death and blood to last her a lifetime. She was a capable healer, the youngest one to ever to make it into St. Mungo's. She was pretty, still her flaming self even if her spirit had been a bit tamed by the war. She has a flat that she shares with Hermione, in London, right near Diagon Alley, because Hermione couldn't stand to live away from her precious books. She visits her family sometimes, Christmas…somehow it wasn't the same anymore.

In the mere 2 years that he was forced into her family's life, he became tradition. Christmas, after a mere 2 years just wasn't the same without him, sure Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Bill, Percy (stupid git, finally saw light…stupid git), Charlie, Penelope, Angelina, Katie, Fleur, and all the children were there (Charlie is still the ladies man, and Harry is still, well Harry, all the women fall over him but he's still got a soft spot for Ginny, romantic or not, we'll find out…Muhahah, I'm so evil…"cough" excuse me…) but Draco Malfoy managed to win over the entire Weasley family in 2 years. He's and Ginny's mockery has become a tradition just as important as the 'open one present on Christmas's Eve', but now…it just felt so empty. Everyone noticed last month and the year before that at the Burrow.

Of course Ron and Hermione were still beating around the bush. Still denying the sparks that so obviously surrounded them when they interacted, which was every single day since Ron couldn't stand to be away from his little sister and his girl-I mean-best friend, so he dragged Harry to live right next door to Ginny and Hermione.

Hermione now works at the Department of Mystery's research section doing what she loves. Ron and Harry's become Aurors for the war and even through You-Know-Who was defeated there was new evil to come, but Ginny secretly suspected that they just sit around doing nothing but talk about nothing all day long. She had no proof but she had a lot of clues like receipts from places like Amy's Pizza or Humber's Hamburger or even sometimes Barney's Bar found in Harry and Ron's pants, not that she was snooping around in their pants…

Ginny was a healer at St. Mungo's and she loved her job. Back in the Hogwarts days, she was a helper in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was overprotective of the student to almost a maddening extent but Ginny knew she cared for the students as if they were her own. And now, with good pay, Ginny was able to afford a fashionable life still with money to spare.

Her love life was scarce now; with plenty of offers but almost none she took seriously. Since he left, she went on a weekly dinner with Harry and every Sunday with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They had a system of who cooked when but she was always the one that ended up cooking. Somehow, Harry's dried pasta, Ron's burnt chicken, and Hermione's soggy bread can never compare to her mouth-watering beef stew.

Finally, they seemed to have accepted her into their lives. The Golden Trio became a Quartet and she doesn't know how or when but she's finally wedged herself into a spot in their everlasting friendship. It was obvious to anyone on the outside that Ron and Hermione should get hitched and they definitely will, if someone just admit their feelings. Hmph! And Harry and Ginny should do the same but she just can't forget about…him, his looks, his kisses, his sarcastic comments, and even his insults.

He went to visit her at St. Mungo's once, after he came back from a battle, she thought bitterly. No, he didn't visit her; he visited her for her skills. And it wasn't because he missed her; no, it was because he was wounded. She still couldn't forget that feeling of dread settle around her stomach as she saw the wounds on his back.

After she healed him, they just stood there staring, not moving. He then reached for her but she flinched, and she swore she saw a flash of pain in his eyes and then, the walls came up. The goddamn Malfoy walls. At that point he looked tired and unMalfoy like and most of all he looked angry. And then he roughly seized her arm and took her into his arms, into a desperate embrace. It was rough, frantic, and it made her feel utterly safe. He looked down at her; those grey, stormy eyes bore into her and then, he did the worst thing he could every do, he kissed her. There nothing gentle about that kiss, no, it was demanding and harsh and filled with passion.

Harry never kissed me liked that, she remembers thinking but that thought broke the tension. She suddenly remember who she was, where she was, who he is, what he did, and after 6 month of waiting for owls that never came, promises that were never fulfilled, she snapped.

"You told me you loved me!" God, how she remembers those words! Gods, she had been stupid, young, and naive.

"I never said that, you assumed, you asked and I complied, I never offered. Don't you get it Weasley? How can I love you when…when I don't know if I love you. I don't know what love is. Yes, I know passion but it's not love. It never will be love! " But as he said that, she swore she saw something in his eyes, a wall, a façade waiting to be knocked down? She always prided herself to be that one person that came the closest to be able to read him. But after that he left and then she remembered Ron telling her that he was captured along with Harry by Death Eaters. She cried for him, she fucking cried for that bastard…because she…loved him.

She sometimes laughed at the irony of it. A Malfoy and a Weasley, no families with different values, different beliefs, different lifestyles. But…she loved him… Why doesn't that stupid git understand? She didn't care if he was a Death Eater; he was a double agent for the light side. Yet he was always so ashamed of that mark on his arm. She wasn't through, she was proud of it, she didn't like that green snake tattoo by any means but she was proud of what it represent. Him, being what he hated to be, he hated to be a hero. She knew that.

She knew the only reason he came to the Burrow after he graduated was because he had nowhere else to go and also because Dumbledore told him to come here. Something had happened between Harry and Draco during their last year at Hogwarts that formed a warily friendship between those two. Hermione had accepted him as well, even joked around and Ron.

Oh lord what can she say about Ron? No, for some reason, during one of the battles, Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy formed the strongest of strong friendship. Funny how war pushes lovers apart and forces enemies together. And the Weasleys accepted Draco, Molly dotted on him and Arthur, well; Arthur immediately realized that this boy, this man was nothing like his father.

And The Order accepted him with grudging but open arms and he became a key player in the war, and hell! Even she became a key player, the one to heal, to care, and to secretly help Snape produce potions that would heal, would enhance, would win. They all received an Order of Merlin, 1st class for the defeat of the Dark Lord. But Ron, Hermione, Harry, Draco, and her were the hope, the light, the young, the talented, the brave, the clever, the wizards and witches that led and will lead the younger generation.

Stories of the war always included about how Harry and Draco leading the front line with cruses, hexes, charms, faces grim with determination, and about how Ronald Weasley became one of the most brilliant strategist to ever live, and about how Hermione Granger fought the magical battle with her smarts and books bind powers so Harry could win, and about how Draco Malfoy became a double agent and used his cunning and wit to talk his way to Voldemort's right hand man, and about how Harry finally defeated Voldemort and fulfill the prophecy.

Finally, came her, Ginevra Weasley, the wizarding worlds top healer and how during the war she rushed to the front line saving everyone at least twice. Little Ginny Weasley finally paid her due to society, finally erased that evil clinging to her from her first year. She was finally clean. Everything that she wanted finally happened, money, fame, happiness, and Harry was interested, but why isn't she satisfied?

Maybe it's because she doesn't love Harry, maybe it's because of Malfoy, maybe it's because he refuses her letters, refuses to see her, refuses to admit that she loves him, or maybe it's because of this party coming up for the war heroes and Hermione told her that he'd be there…

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