1A/N: Chapter ten! YAY! Not much in this chapter but I had to get some questions answered. R&R! I know I used Keith Urban twice but I'm in love with him! Sorry:D!

Chapter 10

"I'm Going To Love You "

"I'm gonna be here for you from now on,

this you know somehow.

You've been stretched to the limits but it's all right now.

And I'm going to make you this promise,

If there's life after this,

I'm gonna be there to meet you with a warm, wet kiss.

And I'm gonna love you,

like nobody loves you,

and I'll earn your trust making memories of us"

- Keith Urban "Making Memories of Us"

Draco's long fingers slid down the worn-out edges of the photo album. He held it there, lying in his lap. His fingers flipped knowingly to the page where he had left his picture. The one of his great-great Uncle and Aunt. His icy eyes gazed at the photograph.

The couple in the picture was now kissing under a willow tree. The pink branched hung around the two. The girl's long red head lay gently on the tall, blonde-headed man's broad shoulders. Their lips touched, and their fingers were laced together. The girl was leaning gently against the man's chest. Draco smiled.

He flipped the picture over and read the words written on the back.

Don't let love escape you, for once it does, their will be no turning back.

Draco thought instantly that his mother had wrote it, but the handwriting was so unlike hers. Her words and letters were slanted, and these were curvy.

Then who wrote it?

It wouldn't have been Draco's father, because he didn't even know he had the picture. Who else would know he had it?

Ginny?

No, Ginny wouldn't write anything like that on the back of his picture. Would she?

Draco decided he'd asked Ginny about when they met again. Maybe she would know who wrote it.

Draco placed the faded picture on his bedside table. The couple in the picture was still kissing, oblivious to everything around them. It reminded Draco so much of him and Ginny...

Draco felt his heart flutter.

Draco's feet slid into his cold sheets. He rolled over on his left so he could look at the picture.

Everything was going to be alright now. Him and Ginny were back together. Just like it was supposed to be.

Don't let love escape you...

Him and Ginny were meant to be together. It felt so right. Once his cold lips touched her warm ones, everything around them got better. It was as though they were made for each other. They were meant to be.

For once it does...

Draco wasn't going to let Ginny go this time. He wasn't going to let anything or anybody get in his way. He loved Ginny. He loved her glowing green eyes, her soft skin, her beautiful hair, her feisty attitude. He loved everything about Ginny. And now he knew, she loved him too. He wasn't going to let her go...never...

There will be no turning back.

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Ginny smiled. She ran her index finger along her bottom lip. Just one last taste of him was all she needed...

Her back slipped slightly down the back of the broom closet. All she needed was just one more taste...

Ginny's wet hair hung in strands down her face. Light slipped in under the cracks of the broom closet in the Gryffindor Quidditch changing rooms. A slip of yellow ran down Ginny's green eyes, reflecting the light under the door.

Ginny had just got off the Quidditch field with Draco. She didn't want to go to class, since it was Potions, so she decided to skip the rest and hide out in here. She had to much on her mind anyway to focus.

Like the way Draco's lips fit into hers...

The warm sensation that flooded throughout her body when they kissed...

The feeling of happiness and love...

The feeling of no problems or worries...

Everything was okay now. She wasn't having any more bad dreams. Hermione and Harry were friends with her again, even if Ron still was being a prat about it. Right now Ginny didn't care what Ron thought, all she cared about was Draco.

How she had missed him when they weren't talking! How could she have gone so long without him? He gave her life and feeling. Just knowing that he was something she wasn't allowed to have made everything worse. It just added the feeling of excitement and risk. Something Ginny had always craved. Something she never worried about.

Everything about Draco was risky. The relationship, the families, the security, the love. They were forbidden. And that just made everything worse...

Ginny sat down in the broom cupboard. The floor was cold, and her wet hair made her even colder.

Forbidden.

And that just made everything worse...

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Ginny watched as a horde of owls flew into the Great Hall. A small brown owl plopped The Daily Prophet in Hermione's lap.

"Yes," Hermione muttered opening the newspaper immediately.

Ginny didn't notice Hermione, because she was watching a big, black owl fly straight towards her.

"Surely that expensive owl isn't coming to me!" she thought.

But soon, Ginny saw that she was wrong. A great big black owl landed gracefully on her shoulder, its big yellow eyes watching her with curiosity. Ginny carefully untied the scroll of parchment on the owl's leg. The parchment was black, and the ribbon holding it closed was green.

Once Ginny had got the letter off the owl's leg, it took off. She watched as it's huge wings disappeared out of the Great Hall.

Ginny looked once again down at the letter. It was black, and a green ribbon held it together, Incrusted on the left was a large S with a serpent surrounding it. Ginny gently untied the ribbon and opened up the letter. Her eyes fell upon thin, slanted, silver writing.

Meet me outside the Quidditch field after your practice.

Ginny knew instantly who the letter was from.

Draco.

"Who's the letter from?" Harry asked before stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth.

"Snape. I've got detention after practice Friday," Ginny spoke, not one hint of deceit in her voice.

"Why'd he send you a letter?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows cocked. She had risen her head out of the Daily Prophet.

"Why does Snape do anything he does?" Ginny shrugged. Hermione gave her one last look before returning to the newspaper.

Ginny looked down at her food, thoughts of her and Draco's meeting now invading her mind.

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A piece of hair stuck up out of Ginny's hair. Her cheeks were flushed and her face pale.

"What a way to meet Draco," she thought as she trudged back to the changing rooms.

They had just finished Quidditch practice, and Ginny was freezing. The weather was getting colder and colder each day, and flying around on a broom didn't make it any better.

Ginny walked into the changing room. All of her teammates were getting ready to leave, and she was just getting in there. She slowly began to change out of her Quidditch robes. She muttered a few spells to try and fix her hair and face. She didn't want Draco to see her like this...

Ginny watched as her teammates began to disappear one by one. She waited until they were all gone before walking out of the changing room door and out onto the cold grounds.

"Are you always the last one out?" she heard a voice sneer from behind her.

She turned around and her eyes met the frosty grey she loved so much.

Draco stood behind her, his arms crossed, his head cocked to one side.

"Are you always standing around like you own the place?" Ginny taunted, stepping closer to Draco.

"What are you talking about? I do own the place," Draco smirked. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Of course you do Draco. You own it like you own the sky, right?" said Ginny. She stepped even closer to Draco.

"I own it like I own you," he smiled. He knew he had hit a button.

Ginny slapped him hard on the chest and took a step back.

"You do not own me Draco Malfoy!" Ginny screeched, her hands flinging out in front of her uselessly.

Draco stepped back close to Ginny and grabbed her hand. He laced his fingers with hers.

"Let's go for a walk," he spoke gently.

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Draco grabbed Ginny's hand and started trudging towards the lake.

"Where're we going?" Ginny asked. Draco smirked at her.

"Around the lake! Where does it look like!" he spoke sarcastically. He saw Ginny glare at him out of the corner of his eye.

The sun was just setting, and yellows and pinks filled the sky. The light shone on the sparkling lake, making ripples of light flow throughout the water. The weeping willow tree Ginny loved so much hung over the edge of the water, it's pink branches barely touching the lake.

Draco sat down under the willow tree on the edge of the lake. Ginny followed.

Draco's fingers were still laced around Ginny's as they sat down. He looked over at her and smiled. She had never looked more beautiful. The golden colors of light made her face glow. Her green eyes sparkled more than ever, the vison of the lake reflected in her eyes. Her red hair hung in loose waves around her shoulders. Long, dark-brown eyelashes extended from her eyes, making them look even more intense. She was so beautiful.

"So, how's everything been?" Draco started, turning his gaze back at the lake. He watched the water shimmer.

"Good I guess. Harry and Hermione are friends with me again. Ron'll come around eventually. Has anybody said anything to you?" Ginny asked as she looked over at Draco. He looked back at her.

"Do you really think anyone would dare insult a Malfoy?" Draco laughed. His eyes flickered in the sunlight. Ginny smiled.

"You have a point there," she chuckled.

"Yeah...," Draco trailed off. "You remember that picture I showed you of my aunt and uncle?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever write on it?"

"No! Where'd you get that idea from?"

"Someone wrote on the back. Here look."

Draco pulled the picture of his aunt and uncle out of his pocket. The couple in the picture were now sitting down together, their hands linked. Ginny flipped the picture over. Draco saw her eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"I don't know who did that. Do you have a clue who did?" Ginny asked, turning her gaze back to Draco. Draco leaned back on his elbows, unbinding his and Ginny's hands.

"No idea," he spoke. He looked back up at Ginny. She was propped up on her elbows too.

"No idea at all?" she asked, her deep-red hair now tumbling along her shoulders. Her eyes shined even brighter in this direction. The weeping willow tree's branches hung behind her.

"No idea..." Draco replied again.

"That's weird," Ginny spoke, as she placed her head gently on the soft, green grass.

"Yeah, I know," said Draco, following Ginny and laying down. The grass was cold. Ginny turned her head towards Draco, her hair spread out like a fan around her.

"Why were you in Divination that day when you carried me to the Hospital Wing?" Ginny asked. Draco had almost forgotten about that.

"Oh, Professor Snape told me to go up and get Professor Trelawney. Dumbledore wanted to see her or something. I walked in and you were on the floor. I thought something was seriously wrong, and that stupid old bat wasn't doing anything! So, I carried you to the hospital wing...," Draco's voice faded off.

"Draco, that was so sweet. I don't know if I would have been okay if you hadn't of done that." Ginny smiled.

Draco smirked.

"You're okay now though, right?" Draco asked, his eyes filling up with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Ginny replied.

"Good." Draco finished. "You know I liked you that whole time. The whole time we weren't talking I missed you. I was tired of people seeing me as a Malfoy, and you didn't. You tried to see through that and you did. I missed you. A lot."

Draco saw Ginny's cheeks turn red. He couldn't believe he had just told Ginny everything he had. And yet he could...

"I missed you too. I was the same way, you know? Everyone's always like, oh no its another Weasley. I'm tired of that. I'm tired of being known as a Weasley. I just want to be Ginny..."

Draco heart lept. She was just like him. She was always judged by her name. Everything that her family and brothers did rubbed off on her, just like him. Draco finally felt like someone actually understood him.. Someone actually understands...

"What exactly happened with Pansy?" Ginny asked, her eyes now serious. She looked like she had been wanting to ask that question forever.

Draco's stomach turned. The last thing he wanted to talk about was Pansy.

"Well, when I was leaving the Great Hall she kind of snuck up behind me. She said a few things and then before I knew it, her lips were on mine. She had just kissed me when you walked up, I swear," Draco finished. He looked pleadingly over at Ginny.

"Oh.." she sighed.

"You know I wouldn't want to be with anyone but you," Draco spoke quietly, his frozen eyes staring into Ginny's blooming green ones.

Ginny rolled over. She placed her arm around Draco's neck. He could see the different colors swirled together in her eyes. Her pink lips slowly came down and connected with his. Her red hair fell gently around his face. The splashes of pastel colors blended together behind Ginny. It was perfect...

The girl in Draco's photo slowly rolled over and kissed the man. The weeping willow tree hung above the couple, and the sun set in the background.

So as Draco and Ginny kissed under the setting sun, the photograph in Draco's pocket did the same, never wanting to let go...

A/N: Shorter chapter than usual, I know. But I'm going to have more action with the plot in the next chapter! I wanted to post before I went on the a school trip, where I want be back till Sunday, and I knew this was a good way to set it off. I hope you guys liked it. Please Review! Love you guys!

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