Chapter 4
Ginny excused herself from Ron's office while he continued to ramble in words she could not understand. She felt like a complete idiot. Why had she told him?
When Ginny arrived back at her office, a man was waiting. Draco stood looking out the enchanted windows. When he heard the door open, he turned on his heel and faced Ginny. "Hi. I haven't seen you for a time," he said.
"I know. Are you back?" she asked cautiously.
Draco didn't answer, but instead walked over to Ginny and put his arms about her waist. Gently he kissed her and looked deeply into her eyes. "Does that answer your question?"
Ginny, looking ashamed, smiled. "Not exactly," she paused and Draco tilted his head as if he didn't understand. "Where were you a few days ago? When your dad was there?"
"Oh, then...I'm sorry about that. I really am. It's my dad. You never told your dad about us, and I never told mine. He doesn't know what happened that year and how I've changed. I'm sorry," he said with a heavy sigh as he laid his head on the top of hers.
"I suppose it's alright, but I need to talk to you if we are going to have a relationship again. Sit." Ginny guided him to sit in her chair. She took his hands in hers, and stood before him. "First, do you want to be in this relationship again?"
"Yes, Ginny, yes!" he said enthusiastically as he rose from his chair. "It is the only thing I want. That is everything I want."
Ginny cut him off. "Wait." Draco looked around like a young deer caught in the headlights. "I can tell you want it," she pushed him back into the chair, "but are you willing to work for it? This relationship is going to be hard, no matter how much we want to go right."
"Ginny, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for the last four years. Ever since I left Hogwarts, I have felt like a part of me is missing. You hear the stories about the old men who lost their legs in war and in the middle of the night, they wake up to scratch the leg that has been dust for forty years. That's how I feel. I roll over in the middle of the night, hoping that you will be next to me. But you aren't there, and I need you. I miss you," he ended rather lamely, near to tears.
"Then why didn't you write to me, or visit, or anything? Were you too busy? Too busy for the person you seem to not have stopped thinking about? Why?" Ginny asked as she fell to her knees at his feet.
Draco joined her on the floor. Lifting her chin to look into her eyes, he said, "I was scared. I was afraid of what my father would say, of what your father would say, what you would say."
"Why?"
"After we broke up at the end of the year, I didn't know how you would feel about me contacting you after that."
"Oh," Ginny said and laid her forehead on Draco's shoulder.
"I pray you can forgive me. I am truly sorry."
"I forgive you. I trust you will never do it again," she said as she looked him in the eyes again. Draco nodded sheepishly. "But there is something else we need to discuss."
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Your father."
"Let's not talk about him right now. Let's talk about us," Draco began but was quickly cut off by Ginny.
"No. We need to talk about this now," she said sternly.
Draco looked defeated. He looked into her eyes and said, "Alright," he sighed and continued. "My father doesn't know I have changed, as I already told you. I don't know how to tell him or how he will react or what will happen when he finds out or..." he began going off on a tangent like Ron had just a little before.
"Hey!" Ginny calmed. "Relax. It will be alright. Trust me."
"I do. But I'm afraid. You know what my father is capable of. If he thinks I've changed sides and fallen in love with the daughter of the man he most despises, he could and might as good as kill me."
Ginny brought his worried head down on her shoulder and shushed him. Rocking gently, she hugged him. "I love you."
Ginny excused herself from Ron's office while he continued to ramble in words she could not understand. She felt like a complete idiot. Why had she told him?
When Ginny arrived back at her office, a man was waiting. Draco stood looking out the enchanted windows. When he heard the door open, he turned on his heel and faced Ginny. "Hi. I haven't seen you for a time," he said.
"I know. Are you back?" she asked cautiously.
Draco didn't answer, but instead walked over to Ginny and put his arms about her waist. Gently he kissed her and looked deeply into her eyes. "Does that answer your question?"
Ginny, looking ashamed, smiled. "Not exactly," she paused and Draco tilted his head as if he didn't understand. "Where were you a few days ago? When your dad was there?"
"Oh, then...I'm sorry about that. I really am. It's my dad. You never told your dad about us, and I never told mine. He doesn't know what happened that year and how I've changed. I'm sorry," he said with a heavy sigh as he laid his head on the top of hers.
"I suppose it's alright, but I need to talk to you if we are going to have a relationship again. Sit." Ginny guided him to sit in her chair. She took his hands in hers, and stood before him. "First, do you want to be in this relationship again?"
"Yes, Ginny, yes!" he said enthusiastically as he rose from his chair. "It is the only thing I want. That is everything I want."
Ginny cut him off. "Wait." Draco looked around like a young deer caught in the headlights. "I can tell you want it," she pushed him back into the chair, "but are you willing to work for it? This relationship is going to be hard, no matter how much we want to go right."
"Ginny, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for the last four years. Ever since I left Hogwarts, I have felt like a part of me is missing. You hear the stories about the old men who lost their legs in war and in the middle of the night, they wake up to scratch the leg that has been dust for forty years. That's how I feel. I roll over in the middle of the night, hoping that you will be next to me. But you aren't there, and I need you. I miss you," he ended rather lamely, near to tears.
"Then why didn't you write to me, or visit, or anything? Were you too busy? Too busy for the person you seem to not have stopped thinking about? Why?" Ginny asked as she fell to her knees at his feet.
Draco joined her on the floor. Lifting her chin to look into her eyes, he said, "I was scared. I was afraid of what my father would say, of what your father would say, what you would say."
"Why?"
"After we broke up at the end of the year, I didn't know how you would feel about me contacting you after that."
"Oh," Ginny said and laid her forehead on Draco's shoulder.
"I pray you can forgive me. I am truly sorry."
"I forgive you. I trust you will never do it again," she said as she looked him in the eyes again. Draco nodded sheepishly. "But there is something else we need to discuss."
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Your father."
"Let's not talk about him right now. Let's talk about us," Draco began but was quickly cut off by Ginny.
"No. We need to talk about this now," she said sternly.
Draco looked defeated. He looked into her eyes and said, "Alright," he sighed and continued. "My father doesn't know I have changed, as I already told you. I don't know how to tell him or how he will react or what will happen when he finds out or..." he began going off on a tangent like Ron had just a little before.
"Hey!" Ginny calmed. "Relax. It will be alright. Trust me."
"I do. But I'm afraid. You know what my father is capable of. If he thinks I've changed sides and fallen in love with the daughter of the man he most despises, he could and might as good as kill me."
Ginny brought his worried head down on her shoulder and shushed him. Rocking gently, she hugged him. "I love you."