I've Got To See You Again – Draco

Hours later he looked over at the clock. It was only ten. She wouldn't be home for hours, especially if she was celebrating. He thought about going to the club, he had heard the name after all, and he knew where it was. He thought about going there and just watching her from across the room. But no, he couldn't do that. That wouldn't be enough.

He sat there, wanting nothing more than to go and watch her with her friends, but he wouldn't share her with anyone, not the first time he saw her in so many years.

He sat there until two a.m. when he heard the soft music drifting up to him. He couldn't help it, he had to see her again.

He got up and went downstairs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He knocked lightly, a little too lightly. She didn't hear him. He knocked again, a little more confident. She opened the door without undoing the chain and looked out curiously.

She just stared at him.

"I'm sorry, I know it's late, but I couldn't help myself, I had to see you again."

She blinked at him. Swallowing hard, she closed the door. She took so long to reopen he was beginning to worry that she wasn't going to. Finally he heard the chain slide and drop and the door reopened, completely this time. "Um…hi," she said.

"Hi." She stepped aside, inviting him to come in.

Shutting the door behind him, she asked, "How'd you find me?"

"I didn't, not really." She looked at him curiously. "You see, I heard your friend this morning when she called your name and then I saw you when you went out to meet her and heard her use your full name. I found it pretty hard to believe that there could be more than one red-headed Ginevra."

"Where…where were you?" she asked cautiously.

"On my balcony, up there." He pointed at her ceiling.

She tilted her head back to look up. "But…but that apartment's been rented for…"

"Two years, yeah, I know."

"You've…you've been up there for two years?"

He nodded.

She sat down.

He didn't know what to say.

"You didn't come." She broke the silence. "Why?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "I thought about it, all week. I wanted to, but I never moved. I really don't know." He looked full of regret.

"Were you…" she started to ask.

He just slid up the sleeve on his left arm to show smooth, unmarked skin. She nodded.

"Why are you here?"

"After I failed to meet you I left on my own. I couldn't figure why I had stayed. I went to California first and spent three years out there before coming here."

She nodded again.

They both started to talk at once. Then they both told the other to go ahead. She sighed and he scratched the back of his neck. Neither of them said anything.

"Look, I know I what I did. I know I walked away from you and I know I left you there waiting for me for no reason. You have every reason to hate me. You have every reason to throw me out. I half expected you to slam the door in my face and would have understood completely. I just…had to come down here and see you again. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I hurt you. You told me in that letter that you would always love me. I'm not asking for that. I just want you to know that I haven't been able to forget you. I haven't been able to think of anyone else. I just had to see you again." He looked distinctly uncomfortable and as though he was about to head for the door. He had said what he'd come to say. He had seen her.