I DON'T OWN ANYTHING THAT CONSIDERS HARRY POTTER.

APART FROM THIS STORY

ENJOY

It was a dark night. And a cold one, even if it was already spring the gale was rather strong. And I was sitting on my bed, the bed that was so familiar. We were in this house already five days, maybe tomorrow we would be somewhere else, no one knows. My window was opened, I forgot to close it during the day, so I stood up and walked towards the widow sill and slowly looked out of it, I tried to see something unusual, something that shouldn't be there, in the end I closed the window and sat back on my little bed. I felt so exhausted, I shouldn't feel like that after all this five days should feel like a holiday compared to all those forgotten months. It was so quite in this dark room, that even the sound of the clock ticking away was frightening. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:25 am. I took on my shoes and a light jacket, and still sitting on the bed, I glanced at the door.

Its time

I stood up and opened the door and slowly looked around just to make sure that everyone else were asleep. After all in this big house are only eleven people, mostly women, and they should be asleep, because tomorrow or I can already say today, they will come, they should. I went down the big wooden staircase, It is so old that I was scared that the tiny sound that it was giving out, would awake someone. Good that Moody is not here. I remember once when he caught me, It was a terrible experience, wouldn't like to repeat it. Now the only thing that has to be done is to open the entrance door, but how? I never thought of it. Great Ginny! The whole month waiting for this day, and you forgot the main thing. Just great!

There was still one other door. The door in the kitchens, it was leading out of the house and in. I walked into the kitchens, it still had a nice smell of my mothers yesterdays dinner. That brought a smile to my face. Here it was! Black wooden door, I just cast a spell and the door creaked open. I was lucky .I opened the door and walked out into the night. It was so cold that I had to seize my light jacket tighter, I wouldn't like to catch cold. As I walked deeper into the near forest, the night grew darker, and everything became scarier. I stood near one tree and waited. My room is a paradise compared to this place. My whole body trembled, I think I waited there already ten minutes. Where is he?

"Cold? "

I thought for a moment that I was going to scream, but that would be a bad idea. He wrapped his arms around me I never feel cold when he is near me.

"Not anymore"- I said and slowly turned around to look at the boy I have been in love for so long, at the reason of all my lies or my night detours. He haven't changed from our last meeting, his platinum blond hair still slightly fell into his bluish grey eyes. His stare was hypnotic like it had always been. He haven't changed from the outside. If you meet him on the street just from his look you will know that this is the guy your mum told you not to talk to when you were young. But from the inside he was a different person, maybe I am the only one who knows that, who sees that but that doesn't matter I am glad that I do. I took some minutes to see all of him: his clothes were all black, it suited him after all he was the one on the dark side.

He was holding something in his left hand, for a minute I thought that he brought me some flowers. What a pathetic girl I can be. It was a Deatheaters mask. I took his free hand and he kissed me. It was not a romantic kiss. It was a passionate full of lust kiss. It was the kiss that only he could give me. I responded willingly. After some minutes we slowly broke the kiss our lips still touching he asked me if I wanted to go in. How funny. Basically I live in this house so I should've ask him that not the other way round. I just nodded and still holding hands we walked into the kitchen.

"Tea?"-I asked him.

"Whatever"-he answered.

Our conversations were always short. He always spoke little and I much. But he always told me that he loves listening to me. But right now there was nothing more to say. He was here and that is all that mattered. Maybe I wont see him next month or ever again.

I walked to him and gave him the cup of his tea and then I took mine. We sat on the cold stone floor our backs leaning on the door.

Our free hands touching.

"How have you been?"- I asked him.

He looked at me and smiled, not a sincere smile.

"Fine, mostly we are all concerned about the Order, about Potter. The Dark Lord is sure that we will win this war. I am tired lately , father and the Dark Lord say that I am playing a big role in all of this, I think that they have planned something for me... "

I couldn't believe my ears, such a serious thing and he made it sound as if we were discussing the weather for tomorrow. But I oversaw one thing: this is Draco Malfoy I am talking about. The silence enveloped us and as I wanted dearly to speak with him to hold him I spoke up.

"I am fine too. Tomorrow Ron and others should arrive with news and then we will move from here and maybe something will start happening."

That was a lie. Well It wasn't but I wanted to tell him how much I've missed him, how I loved him, how every moment I have been thinking about him and only him. So why didn't I? We sat in the night just drinking our teas not speaking until he put his cup away and turned to me.

"Ginevra, the Dark Lord is planning something. I don't know what yet. But I want you to be careful and stay close to your brothers, ok?"

He looked concerned, but something wasn't right he wasn't telling the whole truth I could sense it. Even if I tried getting it out of him I wouldn't succeed.

"Don't worry Draco, I will be just fine"-to reassure him I smiled.

And he kissed me. Slowly I pulled back and looked into his now dark eyes and told him that I loved him. He never answered, he never does but I know he loves me. Why would he waste his time just to see me, even if I am miles away. He still keeps coming back. He stood up and I knew that it was time to come back to reality.

"Draco…"

" Scotland, I know"-he smiled. He doesn't do that often just sometimes, when I am around.

How could I not smile back. And with one last kiss he was gone ,without a trace, like a wind. Everyone knows that wind exists that it blows and screams and wakes you up at night like he does but when the sun comes and when its time, it is gone, just like Draco.

I closed the door and broke down in cries I couldn't hold it anymore. I was strong in front of Draco like always, but every time he leaves I cry. Because of my situation: I am trapped.

This wont end up well

When I found the strength in me I came to the sink and washed those two cups of drunken tea and put them where they've been before our meeting and carefully walked back to my bed. I sat on my bed like I have done two hours ago. It was nearly five in the morning I had two hours before mum would wake me up from my dreamless sleep, but I doubt it would be dreamless. It hasn't been for a long time.

And it wont be

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