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All My Life

Chapter Two

-On the Muggle Cruise-

Draco eagerly breathed in the sea air at the dock and gripped his luggage tight. He only had one luggage, because he shrunk his clothes and other necessary items and put them in one luggage, that way he wouldn't have to carry much. Lazy is what Draco's mother told him many times in his childhood and present.

A gut feeling told him that this muggle cruise was going to be brilliant.

-In Draco's Room-

Once in his room, Draco put down his one luggage and looked around his room. It was a master bedroom with light blue walls and a regular sized bathroom. There was a glass door across from his bed that led to a balcony on the side of the large ship, quite high from the ocean. Draco breathed out a sigh and laid down on his king sized bed, stretching his arms out, as if trying to reach the walls. He was getting into a quite rare content moment, when he heard loud crashing sounds.

"Hello?" Draco called out, sitting up on his bed.

He tilted his head and walked around to try to find the source. The sounds got louder when he found that it was coming from the opposite side of his left wall. Draco cautiously put his ear against the wall.

On the other side of the wall, an angry woman in a beautiful flowing white wedding dress was throwing her possessions around the room. Her auburn hair was put up and a long white veil fell from it, billowing behind her petite form. She quickly took off the veil and ripped it, imagining that it was a certain someone's face.

"You're so stupid, Ginny!" Ginevra Weasley told herself as she took off her wedding dress only to leave her in a white slip. Ginny's beautiful blue eyes were smeared with mascara from tears that she had shed earlier that day.

"So stupid!" She repeated. Ginny's elegant fingers were gripped into fists and pulled close to her face.

Memories from that morning came back to Ginny and washed over her like a wave, reminding her so much of the pain. She angrily threw her luggage toward her wall and it made a loud crash that made Draco on the opposite side back away from the wall.

After a few minutes the anger inside Ginny slowly dimmed away and all that was left was a throbbing pain. Tears once again came to her eyes and once again she couldn't hold them in, Ginny leaned against the wall for support, but she slowly fell to the floor, crying.

That evening Draco went to explore the ship or until he found something or someone of his interest. He was just coming out onto the ship's front deck that was full of hanging lights, tables for couples and a dance floor.

Nothing was really there for him, when he saw a woman dancing alone off to side. The woman seemed drunk the way she was dancing alone, and the fact that she had a muggle beer bottle in her hand. There was something about her that caused Draco to want to meet her.

Up close, Draco saw that she had auburn hair and milky white skin. The woman's white coat accented her curves, but her pants hung a bit loosely on her. Draco could hear the woman sing softly to herself and spin around.

To get her attention, Draco tapped her on the shoulder. The woman reacted violently by turning around to push at his arm and glare at Draco. The moment he saw her face he knew right away who it was; the youngest Weasley, Ginny. Draco had thought Ginny was quite cute when she came back on her fourth year, but now the feeling increased now that he was face to face with her.

"What do you want?" Ginny asked in a sharp tone.

"Um, nothing." Draco stuttered, "I was just wondering if you were okay. You looked pretty drunk from a far." Oh, that was just a great thing to say, he thought to himself. He came closer to her, to keep her away from the rail and she sneezed in his face.

"Excuse you." Draco said, wiping his face.

"Thanks," Ginny said and tipsily walked over to the rail again. Draco tried to catch her, but she pushed him away. Silence fell between them and stayed for a couple of moments, Ginny was the one who broke it.

"What do you want in life?" Ginny asked him randomly. She took a sip from her drink and looked at Draco.

He was taken aback at that question, but he thought for a minute and answered, "To live, I guess."

She gave a small snort, but nodded in approval. "You know what I want?"

Draco arched his eyebrow at her, but he was interested. "No, what?"

She smiled, as if she had been asked that question many times before and loved to answer it. Ginny turned her back against the rail and leaned on it. "I want a two story house set in a good neighborhood with a white picket fence and a garden." A few tears welled up in her eyes as she continued, "I want to wake up in the morning and see my beloved. -" She stopped to wipe a few tears- "Then at night I want to come home from work, and it won't matter how bad of a day I had, because I know that at home there's that one person that can make it all better." A small tear fell down her cheek.

It may have been a dream to find a drunk Weasley and have the chance to get revenge on everything they did or said about a Malfoy, but Draco didn't know why or how, but seeing Ginny cry, hurt him.

It must be the alcohol, he told himself.

His old self told him to take advantage of her, but his real gut screamed for Draco to help Ginny. Draco knew better than to do something what his father would have done, ever since Voldemort fell to Harry in their 7th year and his father was put in Azkaban for a lifetime.

Draco was ripped away from his thoughts when he realized that Ginny was no longer in front of him, but trying to walk back to her room. Ginny was right at the door and about to open the door when she lost her step. He caught her before she fell, but as he did she threw up on his favorite black button up shirt.

"Sorry," She apologized and tried to stand up, but to no avail. Once again he caught her and held her tight.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes at her and knew now that he had no choice, but to help the poor girl.

"Alright, come on." He told her. Draco took the muggle beer bottle from her hand and threw it in a trashcan. He guided her through the door until they came to the lobby.

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked suspiciously, stumbling as she walked.

"I'm taking you to your room." Draco answered. He was getting very annoyed by her slowness and stumbling, so he did the one thing that he really didn't want to do with a Weasley; carry them bridal way. Draco was surprised to find that Ginny was quite light. When he finally had a good hold on her he asked, "Which number is your room?"

It was a good thing she had only drank a few bottles of muggle beer, or else she wouldn't have remembered her room number.

"Room207." Ginny said softly before falling to a deep sleep.

"Great," Draco said sarcastically. Suddenly he stopped and thought about her room number and remembered that room 207 was right next to his, room 206.

Coincidence? He thought. His non-gullible part of his brain told him that it was just a coincidence that he was staying next to a Weasley.

"Yeah, a coincidence." He told himself and walked over to the stairs to return Ginny to her room.

Even though there were those so-called "elevators" that used something called "electricity", Draco didn't really trust muggle objects that is unless he knew how it really worked or if someone else tried it for him.

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