Chapter Two:

The Great Hall was packed with people as Draco and Ginny walked in. No one really bothered to gawk anymore as they were all used to it. All except Harry and Ron, but she could care less. The Welcoming Feast introduced more new students. She could see how much he cared by staring at him from her table; his face was set in a deep scowl.

"You could do better, Gin." replied Harry firmly next to her.

"Of course you would think so." Ginny responded harshly and stared down at her plate of food. She didn't understand why she couldn't just leave. Her eyes strayed to the Slytherin table and widened at the space between Pansy and Crabbe.

She stood slowly and casually made her way out into the hall and had begun to walk before she was pulled in between two statues and pressed against the wall by a pair of clumsy hands. Her head hit the stone and she touched his face. "I couldn't wait...I knew you'd wouldn't resist." He brushed his lips against her own as her fingers worked at rapt speed to undo his robes. Her hands felt cool against his chest and he was finding it difficult to breathe.

"Please," she was beginning to feel light-headed as he kissed her neck. His body was so compressed against her own that she could feel him against her twitching thigh.

"Please what?" He asked with a sensual growl as he placed his hand on her leg. Gray eyes gleamed.

"God," she felt her body tremble and her muscles turn to rubber as she bit his shoulder and screamed.

"Now you know I feel." He smiled and stepped away, allowing her air. She clawed at the wall to keep her balance then let herself drop to the cold floor.

"Was there a specific reason for this?" She shook the hair from her eyes and stared breathlessly up at him.

"You'll come to Hogsmeade with me?"

"I told you so before."

"Hey Gin?" He stepped forward and knelt down.

"Hmm?"

"I like you a lot."

"I like you too, Draco." She smiled fondly and trailed her fingers through his hair.

"I-" his voice caught and he shut his eyes before learning towards her ear. "I think I'm in love with you."

"I- I think I'm in love with you."

How could she not have seen it? He was so obvious! Those dinners last year and that expensive silver bracelet for her fifteenth birthday. She was so stupid. How could she make this up to him? Perhaps he thought her selfish because she hadn't?

"Uh," that's all she could think to say? Who was she? Where was that Weasley fire? "I-"

"Yeah, sorry." He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck lightly. The moonlight slithered up his body as it crept into the halls from the window, she watched as the glow seemed to melt perfectly with his ashen features.

"I'm tired." Ginny said suddenly and stood up, his fingers feeling her clothes ride up as she did. He was starting to get very uncomfortable. "I think I'll go to bed."

"Meet me tomorrow?" He asked, hopefully.

"I'm sorry." She hated to see that crestfallen expression. She hurried away without a backward glance.

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Dragon,

I could have been nicer to you, I know that now. I should have explained my reasons for not wanting to go with you tomorrow. I just can't go. I don't think I can be with you anymore, either. I'm having a hard time figuring some things out and I need to do it on my own. I'm sorry.

Weaselette

That was the letter she had sent that night. His reply was pending on his anger towards her. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides and paced the Gryffindor common room. The windows were rattled by the rain. Everything was making her uneasy. It was then that she noticed the paper on the couch. It had her name written in gold.

Weaselette,

Is it because I tried pushing before? Or because I love you? Whatever it is we can handle it. I'm not going to let you leave me. I vowed to committ myself entirely to this relationship. You told me you were in, forever. Our time isn't up yet...Meet me tomorro by the lake, we need to discuss this.

Dragon

She felt the tears sting her eyes and she shut them quickly and sunk into the cushion.

Could she move on without him or would he be her ultimate destruction?