First I must apologize for the lateness of this chapter. I wrote the first half of this chapter and then my computer crashed, I was so pissed about that I couldn't re-write it for three days. I am happy with this chapter though , and I hope you will be too.


WoW you guys , I never expected to get this many reviews for my story. I just want to get your opinions on a fic I am going to write once this one is over.
Its about potions... well a potion company that Ginny starts after Hogwarts. It takes place in a diagon alley near flourish and Blotts in a place called The Apothecary. Ginny was always talented at Potions, so she starts a business specializing in providing them for wizards and witches who are handicapped in the art of brewing. D/G with a bit of ultra jealous Harry.
No plot for now , just an idea.

That's all I have so far, I don't even know what the rest will be about, but I don't know

On with the story.... There are so many reviews this time, but I'm gonna reply to everyone.

Reviewers:

Numbly Breaking: It will be a kiss, but not necessarily from Draco. Yes I will be doing sleeping beauty. There are about 5 more fairytales to go. It will be somewhere in there.

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DanielLover: Well not right now. But certain qualities Draco likes about Ginny are in his ideal woman's character. hence the freckles . Draco has seen her whole face.

SPOILER The next time he sees his dream girl she will have big beautiful brown eyes just like Ginny, instead of Purple ones.

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Ch.15 A Kiss Amongst the Leaves
His baby fine hairs brushed against her neck , sending tingles down her spine. He looked back into her eyes. His head was bent, coming closer.. and closer still.

It was a mistake ... pure and simple. A mistake a boy and a girl made in the midst of confusion. Ginny could not even begin to fathom what would have happened if they had indeed kissed. Yes this event was best forgotten, which was easier said than done.

Ginny could not stop visualizing the moment between herself and Draco. It was surreal , unimaginable and totally inconceivable. Draco meant nothing to her... and yet she had wanted to kiss him. Perhaps to kiss Draco Malfoy was to know Draco Malfoy. What passion he lacked in physical presence could be brought out in emotional passion. However this was not the reason for their action. Ginny had no desire to know Draco on any level , may it be emotional or physical .

Malfoy meant nothing.

The moment they shared meant nothing. The only thing that meant the world to her were the people she loved. She did not love Draco Malfoy.

And Yet

She loved the way he made her feel. When his light wisps of hair had brushed against her neck, a fire had ignited within. When he had whispered silkily into her ear, she had felt tempted by the devil in more ways than one. Feelings that should only be reserved for someone who deserved her love , someone like Harry.

Nice . Safe. Reliable Harry.

Not

Evil. Repulsive. Cold. Malfoy.


He was pulling her closer. He could see each tiny freckle twinkle at him. His eyes were drawn to her mouth as she bit her lip still without saying a word. He moved his mouth towards her ear.

" Sorry ...Silly little bint." he said softly . He looked back into her eyes. Brown ... lovely.


Draco Malfoy savagely pulled out of his reverie. It was implausible, that a moment earlier he had even considered kissing the Weaslette. Simply inconceivable.

This act for Draco Malfoy had been a blow to him . Never had he given a second thought to anything less than perfect, and here he was mooning over second-hand Ginny Weasley.

Inconceivable.

Granted, the Weaslette was not as repulsive as the rest of her family. She was actually pretty, but completely out of Draco's standard for woman. When he compared her to the woman he had met last night, there was no comparison. But....

It had felt nice to be close to her .. look into her brown eyes...

Draco shook himself. There was no need to moon, it was a mistake. A mistake that was better left in the deep recesses of his mind. He could not forget though, there was still a trace of her soft brown eyes in his mind, which bothered him immeasurably.

A mistake. Would she act like it was a mistake though?

Probably come running up to me , begging for a real kiss. Draco thought with a smirk. Another fan to add to his list, probably beside herself with worry , the poor girl. She probably had fallen mercy to my debonair good looks, charm, wit, and my immeasurable assets. Gods she better not be clingy.

Still.. It was unfathomable. Ginevra Weasley.

He had bloody almost kissed Ginny Weasley

He had almost snogged the fucking Weaslette.

Almost...


Ginevra had never been one to cry over pain. In her third year her brothers, Fred and George had enchanted a wooden broom with a trip jinx . Needless to say poor Ginny had been covered in bruises. The pain she was feeling now was not a real physical pain, but one of nausea. The purple light had deposited her roughly on some cold grass giving her head a nasty shock.

The feeling of nausea was overwhelming. Opening her eyes she took in her surroundings.

A lake . Perfect.

She crawled towards the edge and stuck a hand into the cold water and brought it to her lips. The water was sweet, and cool, strengthening her.

Once she had finished quenching her thirst she looked deep into the water to calm her body. She opened her eyes though in shock. The water had lost its ripples and was now laying placid. Ginny could clearly see a reflection, however the reflection she saw was not hers.

Two brown eyes which did belong to her stared back , framed by a sleek and shiny expanse of black hair. Red full lips that Ginny had always wanted opened and closed as she yawned. Gods. The Poem

Lips as red as a fresh pickled carrot

Skin as white as a freshly skinned ferret.

Hair as black as the blackest of nights.

Eyes as brown as a luminescent light.

Ginny almost laughed. Her Weasley red hair was gone. It was gone . Now Ginny almost cried. Her one beauty, gone.

It will come back after the Fairytale is over. She reasoned , although it was quite a shock. Her hair represented her personality and her heritage. Biting her lips and making a solemn vow to get her hair back With a renewed vigour, she forgot her nausea and stood up to take a gander at her surroundings.

The body of water that Ginny had come to identify as a lake earlier had been nothing but a small pond hewn into a rock escarpment. The area she was in was quite hilly, and uneven. Large trees , that looked as though they had been there before the dawn of time, were densely spaced . Sunlight filtered through the trees tingeing the air gold. The grass was long and a light yellowish- green , it tickled Ginny's legs mid ankle.

A flowing breeze disturbed Ginny's now raven black hair, urging her in a silent whisper to follow its direction. This Way. Now the wind had increased in force , giving her no choice but to comply. Ginny's feet were in a trot because of the pull on her.

And all of a sudden it stopped....... in front of a group of large weeping willows .

Pulling the branches aside Ginny felt a sense of romanticism escape her. Harry , would Harry be there. Branch by branch Ginny pulled the emerald leaves away, revealing a spot that greatly reminded her of her home; the Burrow. The Burrow , felt like a home and so did this strange structure. A home enclosed in Weeping Willows.

A large majestic cedar loomed high overhead of the young girl. It's branches spread out as far as half a Quidditch pitch. The leaves , however were not present until about half way up the giant conifer.

Even more wonderful were the beautiful carvings that adorned the planes of the tree. Every part of the bark was covered in these beautiful engagements. Intricate carvings of mermaids conversing with dolphins, elves holding magic in the palms of their hands , Unicorns rescuing maidens in distress and all that was pure and good were showcased in a magical achievement of art.

Stepping closer Ginny noticed that this great tree was not the only thing in her line of vision. The lawn was littered with tiny items ranging from a pile of wood on the side of the tree, to a large axe wedged into a slab of wood . She walked by a water basin filled with dirty insect infested water. Now that Ginny was closer to the carvings she could see them in greater detail. She could see the smile on a young girls face and the wind ruffling a tree. It was magic... Pure Magic.

A small door was barely recognizable among the carvings . Only the trace of a large ruby handle could have given anyone the an indication this was a door of sorts. Ginny noticed it and felt her hand clasp around the precious gem .

Cold to the touch and yet burning with colour , the gem turned easily in her hand and revealed an entrance to the beautiful majestic Cedar.

It would have been logical to assume that with such an exquisite exterior the interior had to be equally breathtaking. She was wrong.

This had to be the filthiest house Ginny had ever seen. From the moment she stepped in the stench assailed her nasal passages. The griminess of the floor was immeasurable. It looked as though sloppy people had simply eat off the floor then let the leftovers rot , not bothering to clean after themselves.

The room she had entered was quite low, even for her standards considering she was not exactly a giant.

Perhaps the inhabitants were out for the day.

A low wooden table with eight wooden chairs was situated in the middle of the room with a pickaxe stuck in it. An old loaf of bread, presumably from the previous night lay dormant on the table. Plates were piled up helter-skelter and were covered in dried food.

A fireplace ... A fireplace in a tree was blackened with old ash and soot , embers still burning brightly in their coals. A large pot , contained the previous night's dinner hung from a bar in the fireplace. Small old sloped chairs littered an open spot a bit farther away from the table. A withered old carpet that had once been a deep red colour lay on the floor lifeless. A small lone table held an oil lamp which Ginny lit with the tip of her wand.

"Incendio." she whispered, the candle sputtering to life illuminating the dark room.

Cobwebs glinted off the light and a small corner revealed a broom that had never been used, practically engulfed in cobwebs. A staircase, to the left of Ginny loomed ahead of her as she manoeuvred her way up them cautiously. It was wrong to sneak about a house that did not belong to her, yet Ginny did not think of this as the stairs creaked under her weight. A lone door at the top of the stairs beckoned to her and Ginny opened in soundlessly. Inside was dark and musty, it would have been terribly difficult to see if it had not been for the tiny oil lamp she now held in her hand.

It was a rather large room made up of wood like the rest of the house. In a half semi-circle were eight small beds with names carved into them.

Bashful. Happy .Sneezy. Grumpy. Doc. Dopey. Sleepy. Smirky .

Why they had to be children, their beds were ever so small, as were they, no wonder the house was so messy , they had not mother no father .

Ginny felt an insurmountable sadness for them. Sitting herself down on Smirky's bed she took hold of the tattered sheets. They were probably brothers and sisters . A wave of nostalgia hit her.

Her own brothers were so different from one another , nevertheless she missed them greatly. Bill and Charlie were the eldest, Bill with a tooth shaped earring and Charlie with his hands charred by dragons. When she was younger she used to imagine she would go off with Bill on one of his magnificent adventures. Would she never train a dragon with Charlie?

Percy was again different he preferred study to play and personal ambition over his family. He was the so -called black sheep, nevertheless she'd rather hear his voice nagging her than saying nothing at all.

Fred and George were her constants in a sea of change. Ginny could never bare it to be separated from them , try as she might , Ginny had always taken after them , in looks and in behaviour , much to the chagrin of her mother and father. Father

What if she never saw him again , to hear him ask about eckletricity was monotonous, but he always had let her ask questions about anything, so why could he not have questions of his own.

Ginny could see her own mother at home , knitting furiously over a jumper for one of her children, nagging her brothers for making a mess and gently teaching Ginny how to make the perfect Strawberry trifle, all the things she did for them was a mothers sacrifice.

Returning back to the filthy room , Ginny had a thought. If I cleaned this for the children , they would be a bit more comfortable .. the poor dears...

Gods she was starting to sound like mum.

She went straight to work trying to remember her mothers old cleaning spells to get out dust and grime, perhaps she could even conjure up a lovely scent spell for the odour. Yes that is what she would do. Maybe even cook something edible for them before they comet home. Yes that is what she would do.


Meanwhile.. In a castle far far away.....

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall," spoke a harsh voice. "Who is the most magic of them all?"

A single gilded mirror spoke in a low voice.

"You my queen with magic so rare , alas with her you cannot compare."

A dark cloak swished and retreated into the darkened dungeons to concoct a solution in a castle far far away.


The house was spotless , a fire was roaring in the stove with a good stew in the process of being cooked and the previous odour had vanished. Now her previous exhaustion had come back to Ginny with full force , hitting her just as she polished the last fork . Ginny helped herself to a bit of food , then trudged upstairs.

Perhaps a tiny nap wouldn't hurt.

Pushing two beds together Ginny lay across them and drifted off to the land of sleep, only to be awakened by eight very strange men indeed.


In the time Draco had been waiting under the tree, just as a little rabbit had told him to Draco had noticed a girl with dark hair and a scarlet dress enter the house . She was beautiful. He could not be fooled though.

It had always been one of his life lessons never to intentionally go look for trouble, unlike that self righteous Potter, he had always thought it was better if it would find him. Which was why he was currently waiting for trouble to ring on his doorstep, not on the door of an overgrown tree. Also because a little rabbit had hopped up to him and told him to wait, while nibbling on a carrot.

In the time Draco had been sitting under the large Willow he had come to realize two very important things, one; the girl was not going to come out of the house and two ; he was a bloody dwarf.

Draco had been so angry when he had made this discovery. It was just after the he had landed and tried to move around. It was decidedly hard to walk anywhere fast. So Draco had looked down at his body and noticed how small he was. Four bloody feet tall, he hadn't been that small since he was five.

This was quite a blow to his ego and Draco Malfoy did not like this, not one bit.

His dwarf ness had been another reason not to enter the house. He couldn't get away if there was trouble and he was embarrassed to be seen like this in front of such a beautiful girl. A dwarf. He was less than perfect, with a tiny velvet hat on his head to boot.

Returning to the present Draco noticed tiny puffs of smoke issuing from the house. Blimey a chimney in a wooden house, how illogical .

Fiddling with his hands as there was nothing else to do he looked quietly at the fat stubby fingers which once had been fine and well formed.

Where is the Weaslette, the sooner I find her the sooner we leave.

Draco got up in frustration and rested a hand on the tree.

"There you are you codger." cried a voice from the tree. A small male figure emerged. Looking quite put off with Draco.

It looked alarmingly as a dwarf should , he was the same height as Draco with large hands and large feet. His face was wide with a large nose ,small beady eyes and a mouth that seemed to be set in a permanent scowl. This looked like one grumpy dwarf.

Then more dwarves started emerging , ones that were short ,tall, fat, slim, bearded and shaven. There were seven in all , they formed a circle around the angry dwarf.

it grabbed his ear and started dragging him down to the house "Trying to Skive off work, you good for nothing lazy...."

"Hey." A dwarf popped, "I'm the lazy one, not him."

Draco had enough of this, when they had arrived at the foot of the house, Draco started yelling.

"Do you bloody well know who I am, I will not be treated in this fashion. I am a Malfoy." Draco smirked as the dwarves look opened mouthed at him. He smirked.

It was not at him they were staring , but at their house.

"Bashful, you did put the fire out." one yelled.

This Bashful turned red then nodded , to which all the dwarves looked up at the chimney which was issuing smoke.

The dwarves huddled together, and their leader , this Doc fellow started speaking. "All right men, we have an intruder , prepare your weapons." Weapons

The leader put a finger to his lips then held up his hands signalling One.. two ... three. Then the dwarfs entered their abode, with a very angry Draco in tow.

When they entered the house was the cleanest any of the Dwarves had ever seen. It was sparkling.

A young dwarf named dopey yelled. "I could eat off this floor."

Indeed the floor was clean enough to feast upon. They sniffed the air and ran over to the fireplace. Inside was a stew that the dwarfs looked longingly at.

One dwarf ,however would not be sidetracked. It was the grumpy one. "Men , are we just going to let someone come into our house uninvited and clean it the way they want." The dwarfs looked bashful, particularly one, but they all shook their heads.

"Are we going to let that person clean our plates."

"No" yelled the dwarfs

"Are we going to let them get away with it."

"No!"

The first said, "Who has been sitting on my chair?"

The second said, "Who has cleaned my plate?"

The third, "Who has taken a piece of my bread?"

The fourth, "Who has taken some of my vegetables to make the soup ?"

The fifth, "Who has been using my fork?"

The sixth, "Who has been cutting with my knife?"

The seventh, "Who has been drinking out of my goblet?"

Draco was now sitting quietly on one of the chairs casting a smirk upon the group. Idiots.

So they made a thorough search of the first floor then trudged up the stairs and into their sole bedroom. They lit their seven candles and then saw that someone had been to visit them. Draco followed at a distance. Leaving their candles at the door as to as not to alert their presence.

The first looked round and saw that his bed was rumpled, so he said, "Who has been getting into my bed?"

Then the others looked round and each one cried, "Someone has been on my bed too?"

But the seventh saw woman lying asleep in his bed, and called the others to come and look at her; and they cried aloud with surprise, and fetched their seven little candles, so that they might see her the better, and they were so pleased with her beauty that they would have let her sleep on all night. If Draco hadn't have come by and kicked the bed violently.

Draco saw upon closer inspection of her face that this beauty was Weasley. She had her freckles and her eyes. It was a bit shocking to see her in such a way, asleep and not yelling at him, that would never do. So he kicked her bed, and her eyes fluttered open.

Groggy from sleep , there appeared to be many people hovering over her. Ginny screamed. Immediately the figures backed away from her bed, all except one. Malfoy, only this was not Malfoy, but a dwarf.

Ginny just stared in amazement at the dwarfs. Why these weren't children at all, just grown up men who didn't know how to clean. Ginny smiled warmly at them and cast Draco a sneer.

"Umm. Hello." She said hesitantly. Afraid they would be rude.

But they were very friendly, and asked what her name was. "My name is Ginevra Weasley," she answered.

"And how did you come to get into our house?" questioned the dwarfs.

Then she simply replied "No idea."

"Who are you all." Ginny asked suddenly.

"We are the eight dwarfs." They replied unanimously , all except for Draco who received an elbow in his side when he didn't reply.

"OH right, the eight dwarfs." He piped up, afraid of the pick axe's they held. Ginny bit back a smile.

One by one each dwarf crossed the floor to Ginny and bowed then introduced themselves. The first was the eldest, with a white long silky beard, and adorable glasses faintly reminiscent of Harry Potter. He wore an orange-brown tunic and spoke in a deep highly skilled voice.

"Doc at your service miss." He gave smile and his beard scratched her hands as he gave her hand a kiss.

The second was sleepy who faithful to his name had fallen asleep on the floor.

"Don't bother waking him." Ginny said gently.

The third was a weird little dwarf who had one finger stuck up his nose, trying to stifle a sneeze. "Pleasure to....ah...achoo...." He said "...Meet you."

The fourth was so shy that his brothers had to push him out of the group He clasped behind back, shoulders slightly raised, eyes upturned this dwarf was perfectly suited to his name. Bashful. He wore a purple tunic and had a long white beard which hit the floor causing him to blush furiously

The fifth was a rotund of the dwarfs, a happy smile adorned his face and he broke into infectious giggles almost immediately upon bowing. "Lovely day isn't it." He said joyfully. He wore a brownish two-tone tunic, yellow cap, and had long white hair and a beard.

The sixth Grumpy , strangely reminded her of Draco , even though Draco was standing a few feet away. He looked to be the grouchiest and most curmudgeonly of the group, when he looked into Ginny's eyes though seemed quite enamoured, and gave her a small kiss on the hand.

The seventh dwarf was named dopey. With no beard and no hair, he apperceived to be the youngest and silliest of the group. While bowing to Ginny he tripped on his robes and fell flat on his face Ginny helped him up and gave him a little hug.

The last of the dwarves needed no introduction. Judging by the one of the beds she was sleeping on Draco or rather Smirky was in her presence. He did not bow , nor did he introduce himself, he only smirked. Ginny felt nervous at seeing him again since their last meeting, but found it was hard to keep her giggles at seeing him so out of the ordinary.

"Hello , SMIRKY ." She said cheekily.

"I hope you like shrimp , Smirky , I cooked a wonderful dinner." She said with a smirk

No reply .

"What's that , short on words aren't you."Ginny said malevolently.

Draco raised an eyebrow and without saying a thing left the room and fled into the safety of the trees outside.


An apple filled with poison should suffice to snuff out the magic in that blasted girl.. Tomorrow , yes tomorrow I shall have my revenge.

Maniacal laugher filled the dungeon.


That night , the dwarfs held a tiny party in her honour. They clapped along with tambourines and even bashful got up the nerve to dance and sing an old Scottish jig. It was quite nice to be in civilized company after only talking to Draco for weeks, they reminded her so much of her family that she could not tear herself away. She had to though, she had to speak to Malfoy.

Since the earlier meeting with Ginny , Draco had taken refuge on the outskirts of the dwarfs enclosure under once again a weeping willow. The embarrassment of being seen like this and ridiculed was still fresh in his mind.

The noise of branches crunching in the distance alerted Draco to an approaching person.

"Draco , may I sit?" said Ginny

"Do what you will." He replied placidly.

Ginny sat and neither spoke for a long while before Ginny broke the silence. "Listen , I'm sorry for teasing you about your appearance, heaven knows you are ugly as hell, but I should not have pointed it out."

"Stuff it Weasley, you call that an apology." He replied scathingly.

"I was just trying to apologize , and now, I take it back , you are an insufferable git and you always will be ."

Draco looked unruffled and bored at her outburst.

She got up and turned her back on him , then thought better of it and turned around. Ginny could not believe what she was about to say.

"About when you tried to kiss me Ferret." Ginny said strongly. "It meant nothing to me and never will. Harry is more of a man than you will ever be, I would only let him kiss me not a slimy , evil , excuse for a human being." She continued

"From now on you are a waste of my time, don't talk to me, don't look at me and most certainly don't try to kiss me or you will get one hell of a kick in the bollocks."

"Fine , I despise you anyway, no harm done." Draco replied calmly. "I would rather kiss the dirty ground of your shack than ever lay a single hand on you."

"Fine." Ginny said indignantly

"Fine" Draco replied loudly.

Now Ginny turned away and left nosily, stomping her feet and putting herself in a temper. When she entered the house she said goodnight to the dwarfs and went straight up to bed, and spilling the contents of Smirky's bed on the floor. Ginny went to sleep struggling in her sheets.

Malfoy slept outside and awoke to the sounds of the dwarfs prodding him awake signifying that it was time to wake up and go to work.


Soundlessly a dark cloaked figure headed out of the castle headed for the Forest . She carried with her an apple overflowing with malevolence.


The dwarfs had left early. They had not even woken Ginny as they departed. She awoke to fine the room bathed in golden light, a new day. With a groan she remembered last night and the harsh words she and Draco had exchanged. She was confused at him and rather angry and spiteful when she had said those things, but she hadn't meant them... Not all of them.

Her mother once told her that it was not the Weasley way to mope about when things were hard. It would not be prudent of her to stay in bed and waste it. Besides instead of thinking over Draco Malfoy of all people, she could be tackling the mess outside.

Picking herself off her bed she hoisted herself closer to the door and begun cleaning out that old washbasin filled with grime.


Draco had begun to learn that with dwarfs they were not lazy, except for lazy of course , who like to lounge about. They liked exerting their muscles and pushing themselves to their limits, which was entirely the opposite of Draco.

Especially when the work involved dirty enclosed spaces, such as mine shafts. Every noise echoed off the walls making it rather noisy. Draco was almost sure he could hear Ginny whistling as she worked even from such a great distance. He wouldn't think about her though , she had told him not to, and frankly it was in his best interests to listen.


A figure stepped stealthily in and out of the weeping willow enclosure. She could see a girl cleaning and muttering spells to herself to clean a particularly grimy piece of rock. She had long black hair and ruby red lips. Instantly she knew, this was the girl whose magic was greater than hers.

She was poisoned honey, and so was her smile which appeared bright and cheerful. "Hello my dear." She said waving merrily. "I am a peddler , would you like to see my wares.?"

Ginny looked at the woman analyzing her. She was dressed in woollen clothing that reminded her greatly of her mother. The wool was so muticolored and cheerful that Ginny couldn't help but smile. Her face was old and weathered yet kindly. Her eyes were a clear blue and her hair greyish-white. She could not help but be drawn to this woman.

"Hello, I'm sorry I haven't any money." said Ginny sadly.

"Oh dear that's alright, perhaps you will allow me to give you a gift." she said silkily.

"Oh no I couldn't possibly accept."

"I shall soon get rid of my apples. There, I will give you one."

"No," said Snow-white, "I dare not take anything."

"Are you afraid ?" said the old woman; "look, I will cut the apple in two pieces; you eat the red cheek, and I will eat the white."

Her mother had warned her never to accept a gift from a stranger, and she wouldn't have, had it not been for a previous chat with Draco.

Women as a whole are confusing. It's maddening. We tell you not to bite the apple then you go along and bite it. Its your bloody fault we don't live in Paradise.

If only just to spite Malfoy she would take it and eat it with vengeance.

The apple was so cunningly made that only the red cheek was poisoned. Ginny longed for the fine apple, and when she saw that the woman ate part of it she could resist no longer, and stretched out her hand and took the poisonous half.

In only a matter of seconds Ginny saw that something was amiss. As soon as she had swallowed the woman had let out a loud cackle and Ginny screamed. She then had dropped down to the floor dead.

A mile away Draco heard the evil laugh echoing through the mineshaft. He ran back to the house hoping that it was not Ginny that had screamed. , he only stopped to yell at the dwarves to follow him. Ginny.. Please be alright.


The woman stole away through the trees and left the dead beauty alone. When Draco arrived he immediately dove for Ginny cradling her face in his hands, tapping her face with his fingers he muttered over again and again. "Come on now you chit, wake up." and "Ginny , please."

She was so cold and so pale, paler than he had ever seen her. He removed his jacket without thinking and put it on her to keep her warm. Feeling around for a pulse , Draco could not find one. He picked up her lifeless hand and put it to his heart. He leaned closer to her , and kept going until he was as close to her lips as he had been the night before, she was silent. Noticing an piece of apple laying dormant on the floor. She probably ate it just to spite me.

"I told you not to eat the apple...." he said exasperatedly.

He put his fingertips to her lips and leaned forward...

He was pushed onto his back by a larger man than he was currently. He had black messy hair and was dressed very richly in a red velvet cape. OH lord no.. Potter.

Harry immediately looked at this woman's beautiful body. "She is so beautiful, I shall kiss her lips as a last farewell .

Draco was thunderstruck , he could only look on as the dead Ginny and Potter were now as close as he had been a moment earlier. He could only watch and mourn as Ginny's lips were covered with Harry's . He could only watch her cold lifeless stomach was rising and falling, he could only watch her small hand curl tightly in Harry's hair. She was alive. Draco let out a sigh of relief and felt a heavy burden slipping off his chest. You'd think that a man like Draco should have been used to seeing death. And he was, but never anyone he remotely cared about.

And perhaps he remotely cared at least a little .

She was alive and she only had eyes for Harry her savoir once more. He heard her give a sigh and stare contentedly into Potter's Eyes.

" Harry."she said softly.

And once again a cool purple light descended on Ginny and Draco carrying them back to the world where neither one was in any mortal peril.


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