Chapter Forty One
Hermione's Helping Hand
Draco stared at the ceiling of the room he was in. Lover's Ridge Manor was large enough to fit several small countries, but that wasn't the reason he felt alone. Ginny was in the room beside his. That was why he felt alone.
He sighed and tried to tell himself it was for the best. Ginny had forgotten them. The past six months, all he had done, all he had won, was gone.
Fuck.
There was a whoosh from the fireplace. Draco looked over to see Hermione's head hovering in the grate of his fire. He rolled off the bed and crawled over.
"Hey."
"Merlin, Draco! Ginny doesn't remeber! she doesn't remember the past six months."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that." He admited ruefully.
Hermione looked a bit shocked. "So Ginny trusted you?"
Draco nodded. "She thought that since I made it this far, I could be trusted."
Hermione sighed. "Thank Merlin. I thought you might not have gotten that close. Since you did, that makes this much easier. Here." She held something out through the flames. Draco gingerly took it. He turned it over in his hands. It was a black book. Across the front in gold lettering, were elegantly written the words Ginevra Alexial Weasley.
He looked up at Hermione. "Is this..."
Hermione nodded. "Her diary."
"I thought she didn't write in them anymore?"
Hermione shook her head. "She told me about it at the begining of this year."
Draco resisted the urge to rifle through it. He didn't want to seem a sneak. Hermione, it seemed, had had no such inhibition. "I read it, she talks mostly about you and her. The last entry is the day you disappeared."
"Sneak," Draco accused, but there was a smile on his face. Maybe he had a chance...
Ginny answered the frantic knocking on her door. She was feeling a bit irate. She swung it open and blinked at the leather bound book that appeared under her nose. She raised an eyebrow at Draco. "That's a book."
Draco looked triumphant. "It's your's."
"Huh?"
"It's your journal."
Ginny was about to argue that she didn't own a journal when it occured to her. Maybe she did. She was missing six months of her life. Maybe she had started one during that time. She took the book and flipped it open. Sure enough her flowing script filled the first page.
"Maybe that'll clear some stuff up."
Ginny watched him for a moment. "Thanks."
(A/N: sorry about the wait. Hope this pleases. Only three chapters left!
by the way toLadyofTheCelticLand and Micahmouse-The Torrey Snape bit is part of the major plot in the sequel to this fic. This fic was just introducing the couple. Next fic is about their trials and such.