A/N: This story will branch out into a threesome between Draco, Ginny and Blaise.

If you do not like the pairings, please stop reading. Minor pairings will be Harry and

Pansy, Ron and Hermione. Of course, the twins will be there! Haha. I would be continuing the story in Ginny's view

Chapter 2: Giving In

How I dearly hoped she had seen wrong or it was two someones who had looked miraculously like them. How can Harry and Draco be in muggle New York? It was undeniably them though. Especially Draco… Didn't he hate everything muggle?

Have everything changed since I left?

I needed to run. I needed to hide. I needed to go.

I immediately put down the glass of alcohol beverage on the counter.

I quickly made way to Herr.

" Herr, sorry, but I've got something urgent on. I have to leave first. I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Right. See you. Ciao!"

"Ok. Bye, Nikki. Call me!" Herr called right back, then was instantly swept away by her fiancée for a dance..

I turned and glanced around for the two men.

Oh, where were they? I had to make sure she didn't bump into the two wizards.

I gave up and opt to make her escape. I fled the scene to the dusty coatroom and grabbed hers. She made her way to the main door of the house.

Or rather, crept.

I left the magic and its world behind . I wasn't supposed to encounter it again. I was to be muggle, forever.

Without a doubt imprinted in my mind. Without being reminded. Without to see the world that way.

Things were simpler being muggle. Too simple. Too good. To unrealistic to last forever.

I nearly flung open the gate in fear of meeting the duo when a hand landed on my shoulder.

"Not so fast, Ginevra." … that was Harry's voice.

"Are you in a hurry to get rid of us, Ginevra?" another low voice said in a low voice.

That voice. I know it well. That voice, I know it since forever. That voice, plaguing my head every night.

Then I would remember the times. When he would hold me close to his warmth. When he soothed my tears. When we were prisoners in passionate paradise.

Sweet, sweet memories. Bitter, bitter memories.

I could only hesitantly turn around. I did not look at them. My eyes stayed glued to the ground. It suddenly seemed very interesting.

" Have you any idea how hard we had to look after you, you can't just go like that you know. That is not part of the rules of the game. You know that too clearly, Ginevra."

Oh Draco, let me go. What if I didn't abide the rules? Would you turn back forever?

That was what I would want, right? Why am I feeling that pang of longing suffocating me in my chest.

" Ginny, lets go home." Harry whispered "Everyone's waiting for you."

"Home? That was where I was attempting to go before you blocked me! Home to my flat that's what!" I said indignantly.

" Is that what you call a home? Home is where family belongs, Ginevra! Home! The Burrow!" Draco seemed to have lost his patience.

"Home! Home to Blaise and I!" He did not just lose his patience, he lost self-restraint too as he suddenly hugged me so tight that I felt so out of breath.

"No! I'm not going back! I'm not going back!"

I slipped away from Draco roughly.

I felt my heart break as his face, especially his eyes looked so pained.

I turned around and walked away.

Away from my family the second time.

Away from the my lover's sight.

Away into the setting darkness of the sky.

As I rounded the corner of the street, Harry said loud enough for me to hear.

"You can't run away forever, Ginny. You loved your family. You still do. We will still be after you, following you."

"You know I still love you." Draco said and that was the last thing I heard behind I rounded that fateful corner.

You know I love you too, but you know too I won't want to go back.

There is no real point to ask me to go back right?

But then again, I want to, don't I?

Oh that contradicting voice in my head!

I wish there was someone to cry with me. Tears welled up painfully in my eyes, threatening to spill and roll over my face and marr the make-up applied carefully on it.

As if someone answered my plea, it started to rain. The sky started crying then.

I walked home in the pelting yet soothing rain.

To see a someone sitting on the leather couch.

A/N Is this story even good? Can someone please give some comments on how to develop my plot?