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The lyrics at the beginning are from 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' by Green Day

Another short one which I am very sorry for but hey there's fluff… ish anyway I hope enjoy it despite the briefness and as always thanks to my reviewers all reviews are answered at the end

Chapter Eleven – Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone

Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

Sunlight sliced through the blinds patterned by New York lit up with lights at night which were half opened; throwing a fiery redhead sprawled across the floor into patches of light and shadow. Draco paused outside his apartment door and pressed his forehead against the cool shiny mahogany, letting out a deep breath before pulling himself together and placing his wand in the lock.

Ginny sighed and rolled onto her stomach, propping her head in her hands and waving her wand impatiently at the TV again, she couldn't settle down to anything at all and it was driving her insane. The ghost from Malfoy Manor had followed her home for a while and the two had had great fun going through Draco's family albums dug out from under his bed and just happening to fall open into Ginny's lap at the pictures of him prodding the family dog in the eye with his wand. The next page showed him running as fast as his five year old legs could carry him as the dog bared its fangs menacingly.

After the laughter was over Ginny couldn't help but get a shiver from the disgusted look in Lucius's eyes as his infant son ran for his life from the beast. The ghost had departed soon after that and Ginny had found herself more curious than ever over who she actually was and what she was to the Malfoy's in particular.

Draco had left the apartment earlier that morning to try and talk to his father again, and she had found herself at a loss of what to do. With her newfound freedom she could anywhere she wanted but she just couldn't find anywhere of interest to go. Climbing to her feet she came face to face with a picture of Draco and his mother smiling against the harshly shining sun from the left corner of the expensive silver frame and she ran her index finger down the glass, smiling to herself slightly.

She jumped as though caught doing something wrong when the door banged open and Draco swaggered in looking livid. As he stalked over the threshold Ginny caught the end of his mutterings which were far from pleasant; it was quite fascinating as to where he had got such an extensive vocabulary really and the things he imagined. Was it really possible to do get a Kneazle to try and do that to his father? If it was it was surely illegal.

He tossed his fur-lined black cloak over the chair by the door and slammed the door shut behind him. He crossed the room to the drinks counter and was already downing his first shot of Firewhiskey when Ginny reached him.

She laid a hand on his shoulder and urged him with her eyes to meet her gaze, he did so and she was shocked by the icy anger swirling in their depths, and there was something else… She withdrew her hand sharply, glancing down at her palm now coated in an inky-thick deep red substance, she raised it to her nose and flinched; blood.

"Draco what happened?"

He shrugged although it pained him to do so and he knocked back another shot before Ginny calmly removed his glass from his crushing grip and placed it on the counter, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. She sat him down and procured his wand from his pocket, waving it over his shoulder and muttering a cleansing spell until she could see the wound.

Although it was mostly a superficial cut he had lost a lot of blood and she quickly healed the wound as best she could, watching as the jagged edges of his skin knitted together with a pale flesh-coloured light that blossomed from where her wand touched his shoulder.

"It's healed but you need Blood Replenishing Potions, do you have any in your medical kit?"

He didn't answer her he just leaned back against the pillows with a tired look on his face, the odd glint of black in his eyes was more prominent now and Ginny found herself mesmerised, she leaned forwards towards him and gently bruised feathery strands of hair from his eyes.

Snapping out of it she made to get off the bed but he grabbed her arm with alarming quickness and pulled her back towards him so hard she landed with an arm on either side of his chest and her face inches from his.

"There's no point, it wouldn't do any good."

She wrinkled her freckled forehead at him, her eyes narrowing in confusion as she surveyed him, once more finding her gaze drawn back to his curiously mixed eyes. She felt a pinprick of dread pierce her heart and seep outwards until fear dribbled into her eyes and he closed his own.

"And why would it do no good, Draco?"

The use of his name was to goad him into looking back at her but he didn't and for some reason he looked a lot more tired now than he had earlier. There were pale blue smudges under his eyes, emphasised by the long silvery-white lashes cutting into the marks and his cheeks were slightly more gaunt and hollow.

He sighed heavily and opened his eyes a crack so he could see her face now flushed with worry studying him sharply with widened flashing eyes. He could tell she was close to losing her patience at his lack of answers so he gave another deep sigh and turned to look over her head.

"It doesn't matter how much you heal me, I'm dying."

Ginny physically fell forwards onto his chest, landing on her elbows sprawled across the bed. She raised her head slightly so she could look him in the eye again, not even noticing he was running his hands up and down her arms unconsciously.

"You're… die… you… what?"

She could hardly form the words as he leaned back against the headboard again and closed his eyes, his hands still rhythmically drifting up and down her skin with a feather-light touch.

"A few months ago I got Emergency Buzzed by my mother. Thinking my father had beaten her again I went straight to the Manor to find her lying in a pool of her own blood scared out of her mind. I eventually got out of her that Lucius had been playing games with one of his demons and it had got loose and attacked her while he was out. Unfortunately it was still lingering and it chose that moment to launch itself at me naturally I was distracted and it managed to scratch me."

He lifted up the hem of his shirt to reveal an angry looking red welt across his abdomen flecked with what looked like black glitter.

"How come I never saw it?"

His eyes had flickered closed again as he lowered his shirt from her slightly sickened gaze.

"Concealment Charms. Anyway I killed it but not after it got in another few jabs at my mother who couldn't even crawl away she was so weak." Anger hardened his voice and his grip tightened slightly on her arms but his eyes still didn't open. "She died right there in my arms, and all my father did when he returned was complain about the mess and the loss of one of his best demons."

Ginny felt a rush of angry hate towards Lucius mixed with sympathy for Draco for having to witness it all.

"And as it turns out its talons were poisonous, so now here I am three months later wasting away quite literally it appears."

His laugh was mirthless and hollow as he finally opened his eyes to survey her, the black swirling in with grey turning his eyes to miniature midnight skies watching her every move.

"How long do you have left?"

His eyes were still boring into hers as he dropped his hands to rest on her elbows, his thumbs gently caressing the skin of her upper arms within his reach and she found herself increasingly distracted by the blissful touches, no doubt his intention in the first place.

"The cure can't be made legally in this country no matter what so don't go getting any ideas…"

Ginny cut across him sharply, her anger at his avoidance of her questions now pissing her off royally.

"How long?"

Once more he sighed and lowered his eyelids slightly to look at his hands on her arms, his pale skin making hers look brown by comparison.

"A few months, maybe five at a stretch."

Something inside her clenched painfully at his words and she winced, though outwardly only the tightening of her grip on the sheets giving any indication his words had hit her as hard as they had.

"Why did you sleep with my father?"

Ginny very nearly fell over again as she goggled at him with her mouth hanging open in a very unattractive manner, not to mention definitely not in a ladylike way at all.

"I don't know, I always go for the powerful good-looking guys, it makes me feel good I guess."

Draco was watching her again and she shifted uncomfortably, another of his shirts; this time the deep deep midnight blue of the Flying Falcons with the number 00 stitched into the back in glittering silver, rising up her thighs even further and revealing her black tiny shorts as she edged up the bed towards him.

"And why is that?"

Ginny shrugged, definitely confused as to how they had gotten themselves onto this road of conversation in the first place.

"I guess it just makes me feel better about myself if I can get someone most girls couldn't."

Still he watched her, her hair slipping out of its plait over one shoulder as she ran her hand over the top of her hair again, a nervous gesture she didn't know she had picked up yet.

"You're just insecure about your looks."

Ginny scowled at him and flushed, the tips of her ears turning pink as she scratched her nails down her bare freckled arm absently, glaring down at the bed.

"Yes thank you Professor Freud you don't need to rub it in."

He carried on over her as though he hadn't heard her speak, his voice blending into hers almost musically as his hands returned to trailing up and down her arms;

"It's just ludicrous really, because you're beautiful."

His words hadn't sunk in when Ginny spilled hers out and it took her brain a moment to catch up with her adorably reddening ears.

"Yes alright you can… wha…what?"

His eyes hadn't left her face through the entire exchange and they still didn't now, even as she gaped at him in that awful fashion again.

"You heard me, I'm not repeating it."

Amusement sparkled in his eyes again and Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair as it finally sunk it what he had just told her. No one had ever told her she was beautiful, not her family, not Lucius, definitely not Harry or any of the guys she had dated… but he just had.

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