A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this story and I know this chapter wasn't at it's full potential, but here yah go..

Chapter 4

Draco,

I'm leaving tomorrow and I think we should stop. We each have our own perspective of this war and mine isn'tanything. I just can't be caught between you and myfamily. Iknow runningaway won't solve anything but maybe studying abroad will give me more of a chance to takeschool seriously.No worries.

Harry approached me after hearing the news of my leaving. Says he will come backfor me in the end, I don't know if I can trust you, but Harry's off to kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.He has promised me a happy ever after when he comes back.I don't even know what we had these past two months, and looking backI feel as if it were all a joke, that my heart wasjust atoy.this war is tearing everybody apart.

I wouldn't be surprised if you have already moved on, but however cold your heart may be, your touch can start a fire. It does actually, a fire in my heart every time you hugged or gotten close.

This page is soaking up every tear but I have to ask you one more thing, please don't burn this letter right away, it took me hours to write, with all this crying and all.

I have to go,

love,

Ginevra Weasley.

P.S. Sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

She was right, he had already moved on. Summer was over and they couldn't possibly be spotted together at school. Looking back he wished he could redo that Summer, he was so distant and she was so close. He was older now, and he was a fee man. He had never realised how much she ment untill she left and however many girls he had been with since, they never measured up to the many laughs she had given him.

He remembered how she always told him about her love for Potter that Summer, how they would grow up and live far away from any distractions. He didn't care much for it then, but now he would've been jealous that Potter stole the girl that had made him laugh, that stole his heart for two measly months of Summer.

When she left, she left his heart to. But sitting here in the lobby reading her letter and watching her work she couldn't possibly leave his heart if he let her. Occasionally she would glance over in his direction and study his face when she thought he didn't know.

What Draco wanted most however was to talk to her. It had been a week since he dropped that note in her purse and the silence was eating his insides. Ginny was busying herself at the lobby desk as he silently watched from a deep leather chair in the hotel's lounge. Every so often she'd send him a disapproving glance but he thought nothing of it.

He watched her shuffle papers and smile tirelessly at every person who had walked up to her. He was amazed at how much she appeared to be happy. He knew, however good at her acting, that she wasn't. When he showed up he had learnt from her that her life was going in reverse rather than forwards. He had ruined everything she had built to forget the people that helped her life be so misplaced. She was finally surfacing when something, namely him, had come up and pulled her back underwater.

She was wearing it. The neckless he had slipped in with the note. He was curious, too curious, that's what caused him to give it to her. Nothing she thought was at all interesting yet, and now was not the chance to reveal it's power. Just then and image of pansy waltzed into the room. More descriptively, up to where he sat. She smiled like a baboon and talked like Snape, all bored and deep, drawing out every syllable. The difference was that she was sweet-talking and Snape doesn't sweet talk, well not to him anyway. The baboon was in the middle of telling him about her wealthy family when he heard a thought from Ginny that seemed the first worthwhile. 'This is so cliché, it's like they were made for each other.'

The past was suffocating her dream of reality, she saw him and she couldn't breath. This place didn't know what happened to her when she was 12, they've never heard of witches and wizards, but most of all they didn't care about blood or war. They were human, but the human that could live with no fear of world domination.

Ginevra glanced at the neckless she had found last night, tucked safely within his letter. Her first thought was that she would never wear it but its beauty had captured her soul and at that point her head had the nerve to remind them of what they had. When she had glanced in the mirror that morning she found that the neckless was the perfect accessory to her outfit, she thought the world not to wear it but again, it's beauty overwhelmed itself.

She saw him sit there all cozy in that chair by the fire, watching her. She was undoubtedly annoyed but didn't show a trace of it. Instead she was beginning to scare the customers when she started talking to them in such a happy/psychotic way. Danielle had come by a few times, nod towards Ginny then take off in Draco's direction. She looked their way when she had a chance only to see that each time Danielle was obviously flirting. 'This is so cliché, it's like they were made for each other.' She thought disgustedly.

'You're wrong Weasley, she reminds me of Pansy.'

Ginny tripped in surprise. Was she going crazy or was Malfoy actually inside her head? Falling to the floor the look of complete and utter shock plastered to her face. She glanced up towards the lounge from her view from the floor. Malfoy,however apparent the smirk on his face was, hadn't noticed her, or rather, wasn't looking but instead paying complete attention to Danielle.

Slowly arising from the ground she cast him a nasty look and continued on her way back to the front desk. Brushing her self off and flattening her skirt she scowled at the thought of Malfoy in her head. She was going crazy, since when did he occupy so much of her thoughts, 'Dah! When he decided to crash your holiday.'.

' I hardly call 6 years a holiday Weasley.' This time Ginny fell to the floor with more oomph and surprise, taking a beautifully crafted vase down with her, resulting in a loud crash as glass pieces littered the floor.

' Great, everyone's staring. Do they mind? I already know I've got to see a doctor, that's the second time I thought someone replied to my thoughts,' She scolded herself. 'Oh great, here comes Danielle. Gosh, I'm sorry did I ruin your flirting session with someone far more than anything you know?' Ginny shook her headand helped herself up.

"Weasley, you ruined my day yesterday, and now you're getting on my nerves today!" Her boss growled. "Just take the rest of the day off and when you come back on Monday, be civil."

Solemnly Ginevra walked away with her head down. She opened her locker to grab her purse. Exiting the room, she ignored the rest of the world. Out of no where a hand grasped her arm and pulled her out of the hallway and into a deserted boardroom. Ginny gasped as the rush knocked her right into Draco Malfoy. Without thought she sighed and smelled in the aroma of his cologne. It was sweet and spicy, probably expensive. A smile spread accross her lips and for a split second she actually found herself falling for Malfoy all over again. However, that changed when she shook her head and pushed herself away as he smirked. "Enjoying yourself Weasley?"

She scowled and cast him a dark look of disgust. He broke the silence with a firm and business voice, "We need to talk."

A/N: okay, I think maybe that chapter went okay. It's rather short but I didn't want to get carried away with the talking just yet. YAY they're finally going totalk, for one whole chapter too! There isn't much left of the story, there isn't much too work with anyway.

I need the encouragement or any tips on something I could fix, either now or tips for future fics (which I'm working on and they will better than this... I'm only begining lol)

lorina