A/N: Hey, I tried to make this chapter more exciting. I tried. I am not the most talented writer but I really like this ) I've been reading G/D for a long time and I felt guilty that I had never written anything... anywho here's the next chapter, enjoi, REVIEW!

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Chapter 2

'You stupid girl. You had an advantage and you wasted it, just wait he'll never leave you alone now. I don't even know why I just stormed off . I had just gotten there. Maybe I just wasn't up to talking? I'm such a wimp, it's been four years and I still find it difficult to talk about home. This place never really had the same feeling. Or maybe it's the fact that he was a wizard? I hate that word, Harry was a wizard. I know, I know, it was just a childhood crush. He promised he would come back and we'd live happily ever after. But he didn't and we won't. Why did Voldemort have to kill him on his last breath? Does he not know the feeling of a heart, to hear it beat and love?'

She shook her head in pity, talking to herself again, when will she ever stop? Sure she relies on herself lots but who else has she to rely on? None of these friends she's made lately know that she's a wizard and Kaitlynne moved to Britain to pursue her Auror training. That just leaves her. The only wizard in her life is her. How bad is that? To her, it's bad enough.

Kaitlynne was her best friend for her 6th and 7th years, they were like glue. She was there for Ginny when her heart got broken by all the cocky wizards in their year. She likes to stand out, wear bright colours, wild hair colours, but mostly just be funny. When she told Ginny the night before graduation that she was leaving Ginevra couldn't process it exactly until she was already gone and left poor Weasley deserted. They had kept in touch for awhile but soon Kaitlynne was just pressuring her to come join her in Britain, regain her old life.

Being the only girl out of so many boys just threw everybody of balance. In her 5th year it was so clear that she just couldn't face it anymore. Harry and her were close but other than that Ginny was just Hermione's friend while Hermione fought with Ron. Ron was the worst when she had left, he seemed so upset, he never wrote her. Just thinking abut home is so foreign. If she had to face them it would be so awkward.

Ginny glanced outside towards the direction of the hotel. She wondered if Malfoy had heard her last name be called. Ginny hadn't even bothered to return to the hotel, instead she just walked home and called in sick. Tomorrow Danielle would have her head for deserting her job when a huge client had just arrived. But what did it matter this big client was her big problem and the most sod after bachelor in the wizard part of Britain. His father had also attempted to kill her in her 2nd year, of course she'd just jump at the chance to cater to him all week. Ginny rolled her eyes, yeah right. She had better things to do than worry about a Malfoy. And not for one second did she believe those articles in the Daily Prophet, "Draco Malfoy Switches Sides" and so on and so forth.

Maybe it was the guilt eating away at her insides for what she had done. Fifteen was hardly and age to take seriously, especially that Summer before she left. Part of her blames her for not going back, but the other keeps telling her she deserved it. She remembered the letter she had sent him during her last night in Britain. The number of times she had written sorry and the tears that hit the page in the process.

Ginny remembered that night clearly.

Flashback

She sat on her bed trying to find the words to tell him she was leaving. She could hear the yelling coming from downstairs, her guess was that her mom had finally told Ron. Needless to say, he didn't seem at all happy. She had hoped he would be supportive but he just wanted to feel powerful by having a little sister to watch over. Not once had he comforted her while her heart was broken.

Her room was dark except for the small light coming from her lamp, illuminating the desk. She had a bottle of ink sitting above the crumpled piece of parchment that she had been staring at all night long. Every time she braught her hand closer to writing her arm began to shake and she would start another fit of tears.

The door burst open and in stormed Ron as mad as ever, "YOU'RE LEAVING! HOW CAN YOU LEAVE NOW? I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW!" , he bellowed.

Ginny just starred at him with blank eyes she wanted to scream, "What do you know? You think I want to leave the only people I can count on? Do you have a whole in your stomach everyday? Do you sit in the background and watch everybody else enjoy their life? At first I wouldn't have dared go to America but now, now I'm beginning to look like it's the only hope I got!" But she didn't. She couldn't. Part of it was a lie, she only knew one other person who hid amongst the shadows as she did, Draco Malfoy.

That got her into another fall of tears. She looked up to her brother across the room. He threw her another comment as she had gotten up to hug him for support, " yeah that's right you just cry, because last time I checked you didn't care what any of your friends had to say!" She didn't get a chance to get that support because he had already stomped out of the room, slamming her door behind him.

Genevra just sat at the foot of her closed door and leaned her back up against it. She pulled her knees up to her chest. She was drowning herself in her own tears over everything that she had lost. She felt as if the thread that held her up had snapped and now she was just falling. Falling with her tears, falling forever, unstable, lost, and confused, until someday she'd find the strength to pull herself up or maybe even find stable ground..

It was well after midnight when she finished the letter. It was short but it was soaked in salty tears and messy writing. She sighed as she heavily tied the parchment to pig and collapsed onto her cold bed. Her head was pounding as she dreamt of what she'll have to face in the coming year. She thought about the letter as she solemnly rolled over and shut off the light. She worried about his reaction and what would start between her and Harry.

End of flashback

Weasley? Surely it couldn't be Weasley. She wasn't even talked about anymore in Britain, as if she had died with Potter. He took a minute to think this over, back at Hogwarts, the way she'd look at Potter with those eyes of longing. So this was her way of escaping the world, escaping him? Pathetic. She must be miserable to be around mugles all day.

Draco started rummaging around in his briefcase for that piece of paper. When he found it he just looked at its aged edges and tear stains. The last and only letter from her. When he graduated he had nearly killed Ron trying to get him to tell where she had escaped to, but he wouldn't say. Draco waited for her arrivel a year later but it never came. But that's the day that Harry Died and he knew how close they were, no matter what happened between the two of them. He had gotten a feeling in his heart that she wasn't coming back and that's about the point he just gave up.

His coming here was just a fluke, he had never expected to actually find her. At first he thought he'd spend the whole time in his hotel room reading the Daily Prophet and such magazines as they tried to find him, but now, he was curious to get Weasley to tell her side of their story.

He watched her storm away from the park in a huff. She was definitely different than when saw her last. Quite a mess, but she seemed to know exactly what she wanted and no one that knew her would get in her way. Draco seemed insulted no one walked away from him. But she hadn't been there to see his success after his father had finally died. Sure it pained him to loose a father but Draco felt more free to befriend who he liked, as if he could think clearly and be his own person. Apparently Weasley hadn't noticed the change, but he didn't feel like her anger was directed toward him at all, not like how it should be.

He sat there in his room in the late afternoon. When he had returned to the hotel he didn't see Weasley nor would he blame her if she had taken the rest of the day off or just gone to do business elsewhere. When he had checked in this morning his first thought was that she was cute, then he saw her face drop and when she spoke he could hear the faintest trace of an English accent. And when the name Weasley was spoken his heart just about stopped. He could have fainted if it wasn't for the fact that they were sitting down.

The sun outside was setting as he gazed outside the window to his suite. The orange glow seemed to change the lighting for everything in his room. His gaze drifted from the soothing horizon to the busy street below. He watched as guests arrived and departed from the hotel with shouts and cries of excitement that braught them to LA.

Draco sighed and collapsed into an armchair beside the fire, running his hands threw his hair.He read and reread the letter as often as he could, trying to get a clue of what had happened to her and where she had gone, but there was nothing. Nothing except the neat cursive writing, and deep words that she had used, to calm his nerves. As if it held the answers to all his everyday problems. He had to admit this get away wouldn't be as peaceful as he had planned. If he had a choice he wouldn't have chosen Weasley to be his entertainment. He had left her to the past. However, she had intrigued him, her anger and distance. His being here had obviously triggered her and he couldn't help but smirk.

He sat down at the beautifully crafted desk and began to write her a letter. A reply to the one she sent him six years ago.

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