Chapter Forty Two
I still Don't Remember...
(A/N: any one who predicted this deserves candy)
I can't live with out him! Damn that bitch! Why did she take him?
Damn. I promised myself I wouldn't cry any more. I- I can't keep this up. Damn you Hermione! Damn you Brooklyn! Why did you take him? Why! Answer me you damn bitch...
I think I have a chance. I know where she took him. I know how to get him back.
Fucking Riddle. Destroys my chances with Harry. Tries to turn me. Takes Draco. That bastard will pay. I can't blame Brooklyn. I know she couldn't fight it. Few can successfully fight him. I did once and it cost me. If I don't get back, Hermione, take this to Brooklyn and Draco. Tell Brooklyn I don't blame her. Tell Draco I love him.
Tell Draco I always loved him.
Tell Draco I'll wait forever.
Tell him... Tell him to go on. Tell him I want him to be happy. Tell him to let me go.
Tell him to let me go.
Ginny bit her lip. It was so moving. She had loved him. So why didn't she remember it? She had felt so strongly. She should remember something.
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Draco rubbed his temples with his aching fingertips. He had been up most of the night, waiting for Ginny to finish reading the diary. He had drifted off every so often into uneasy naps that were broken by his fretful thoughts on her.
Finally, near dawn, the door opened. And Ginny emerged.
She looked as tired as Draco felt. In her hand she held her diary. Draco felt his heart skip a beat.
She looked up at him. "I don't remember."
Everything that mattered. All his hopes and ambitions that he had formed in the past six months came crashing down around him.
"What?"
She shook her head. "It's like I'm reading a book by someone else. I feel what she feels but once the book is over, I can't remember why I felt that way. I wish I could remember. I wish..."
She looked up into his crest fallen face. She felt something stirr in her. She was a creature of impulse. She stepped forward, into the radius of his arms. She dropped the book and ran a hand across his cheek.
"I wish we could start again."
Draco looked at her. "What?"
"I don't know. But I want to. I don't remember, but I want to. Since I can't remember this," She gestured to the diary. "I'll have to make my own memories. If half of what the diary says is true, I'm half in love with you already. I want to know if I am."
Before Draco could say anything, Ginny pulled his head down to hers, kissing him soundly.