AN: Well, this has been a long time coming. This story is not a one shot adn will have some plot within the next couple chapters. So in the meantime, leave a review so i will be motivated to post the rest of the chapters / continue writting it. Thanks to my people who did review!

Lazily, he moved his hand around the bed, feeling for the warmth that was Ginny. But he knew she was already gone. He hated waking up without her there. It always made him feel as though she'd never really been there at all.

He pushed himself up from his queen sized bed and walked to his bathroom. His head boy quarters were larger than the average dormitory, and they were just a little ways away from the Slytherin dorms. He walked around the room. Her things were all gone. She's taken the rose he'd gotten for her. She's obviously snuck back to her room with his invisibility cloak. He sighed. The room didn't even smell like her anymore.

But he always knew he wasn't dreaming when he'd get to breakfast and they'd share their looks and they'd steal each other away in between classes, and every night she'd come to his room... it was routine now, this little affair of theirs. He smiled, thinking how it was the only thing that remained unchanged in his life.

He dressed and headed down to the Slytherin common room. He looked around for Blaise and saw her sitting at a table in the far corner reading. He walked over to her and sat down across from her to wait for her to finish reading her page. Blaise was a pale skinned girl with black curly hair. She wore a purple chakra stone on her third eye and it matched her bright purple eyes. She was rather tuned out to ordinary life, and if people actually noticed her she'd be considered loonier than Lovegood. But Draco relished her unique opinion and perspective. When she finished what she was reading she glanced up at him and frown a bit.

"Your Aura's clouded. What have you gotten yourself into now?" She asked quietly. He smirked. His aura. Right.

"What am I usually in?" He said suggestively. She eyed him cautiously.

"It usually has to do with that mystery girl. Or a random Gryffindor. Or a--" she was about to list something else, but Draco cut her off before she could.

"You guessed it the first time." He stopped her short and she waited for him to continue, but he just rolled his eyes. "I've told you before; I don't have to tell you anything about it."

"True, you do not. It's your choice. Why do you insist then, and coming and visiting me all the time just to establish what we already know?" She picked up her book again.

"One of these days, I'll tell you." He patted her on the shoulder and looked at his watch. He was hungry, and there was nothing to accomplish in talking with her today. "I'll see you in class."

She muttered a farewell as he headed out the portrait whole and into the great hall. When he got there his eyes immediately sought out Ginny. She was sitting next to Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, like always. She saw him and offered a small smile and he smiled back before going to his own table. He sat down next to Crab and Goyle, and began piling food onto his plate.

He and Ginny had been seeing each other for a little over a year now. It had all started when Dumbledork had initiated inter-house relationships. He made people from different houses become friends and mingle. When it had started, Draco had thought it was a ludicrously ridicules idea, and he refused to participate. So for three weeks, he and his partner had sat in a room for an hour every Saturday in silence. Needless to say, his partner was one flaming hair 6th year. When they'd finally started talking, it hadn't been pleasant. They'd bickered non-stop for another 3 weeks. Things had finally cooled down, and then Draco had seen here writing in her diary.

And so began his fascination with the book that was now sitting in his bedroom dresser drawer. Slowly, their bickering had turned friendly, and Draco had realized he'd come to have feelings for this girl. It wasn't too long before the kissing came, and the one hour a week turned into 2 hours a day.

She'd changed him. He began to realize it when he was around his housemates, or when he was around her git of a brother and his friends. Silently, he took back what he'd just thought. It was bad luck to jinx the dead. Anyway, she'd made him a better person without realizing it, and given him choices he's never even thought about. She hadn't changed everything of course. Some of his opinions were as strong as ever, if not stronger. But instead of making waves between the two of them, they simply didn't talk about those opinions.

But above all, she'd changed him by showing him love, and given him peace in times of war. He'd be forever grateful to her for that. But it seemed as though his biggest choice was yet to come. His choice between her and his father.

He realized then that he'd been starring at her, and he tore his gaze away to focus on his food.

When the Weasel had died two months ago at the hands of Peter Pettigrew, Ginny had locked herself in her room and had refused to come out. He'd flown up to her window and snuck in to be with her. She hadn't come out of her room for a week. And because it hurt her so much, Draco had taken it to personal offense. He'd gotten a book of revival from his father's library and began researching how to revive someone's spirit without offending the underworld. It hadn't been performed successfully since the dark ages, but Draco had the proper materials to do in, since most of his fathers books had been passed down in the family since time began.

He'd told Ginny about it, and then Potter. Together, they had planned to revive The Weasel King tonight. Potter had told Granger about their plan, but Draco suspected she didn't know it was his doing yet. And Draco also had a hunch that if they were desperate enough to trust him, they really needed Weasel back.