CHAPTER 7
A/N: The story is going to take a sudden turn into luff and fluff, do don't say I din't warn you!
Harry
I know that you must miss me terribly, and this must be a great shock to get this letter. Don't worry, I am still here, and always will be! I am very proud of you, and will always be there if you need me. Don't forget about the mirror that I gave you. It may not work sometimes, but when the wind is right, look into it, and talk to me, I will hear you.
Loyally Always There
Padfoot
Harry red the letter at least five times more before finally handing it to Hermoine and Ron. They read it together and their eyes and expressions never wavered.
"Harry," Hermoine said, "Maybe, he really did die. Maybe, he knew that in time he was going to die and so her wrote the letter, someone just finally decided to send it."
"Or," Ron interrupted, "maybe it's someone else, messing with your mind! Who knows."
"May I read the letter?" Harry turned to see Eliana, standing in her black robes and skirt looking intently at him. "I just want to read. Si…I mean Padfoot, was a great friend of mine. Please, may I read it?"
"A friend? What..who…HOW?" Harry studdered as his eyes stared fixedly on her emerald green ones.
"Come with me to the lake after the end of our classes. I will explain," Eliana said with a slight smirk.
"Eliana!" Pansy Parkinson called from the doorway of the Great Hall. "I need a word with you! NOW!" Eliana smiled and briskly walked to Pansy. Pansy, in her anger, had a huge, evil grin and had her wand in her concealed hand in her pocket. Harry watched as they both left the great hall, and smiled as he stuck the letter into his pocket. Maybe, Sirius would bring him together with someone. But how did she know about him? Could he trust her?
"Malfoy…" Ginny said as she turned to face him.
"I just wanted to thank you, for coming here. You see I…" he scratched the back of his head as if searching for the words. "I've been thinking about the incident on the train. Well, I wanted to tell you…I am really sorry for the way I acted before I left. I had no right…"
"Hang on just one second,"Ginny said while holding up her hands, "You, Draco Malfoy, are apologizing to me? A Weasley…what's going on? Is there someone in the woods? Probably the two blokes you hang out with!" She looked around the trees and walked up to one. In looking around it and the rest of the trees surrounding it she leaned against it, waiting for him to answer her.
"Yes, I am apologizing. It's been quite an eye-opening experience," he walked up to her, almost face-to-face. He took a deep breath in, steadying himseld, "Ginny Weasley, I'm yours." In saying that he moved his mouth over hers and they kissed, for the first time in her life, Ginny Weasley didn't care who saw her. Draco was the best kisser known to her.
"Ok…Pansy, what it is you want?" Eliana stood in a fighting stance.
"You know, Malfoy is mine!" Pansy seemed to be growling as she circled Eliana. "He always will be mine. I am tired of you playing these mind games! Now I am going to do something about it." Pansy started to take her wand out of her pocket, but was too slow. Eliana's fist caught her square in the jaw. She watched as she fell to the ground, holding her jaw.
"Alright," Eliana said down to her, "Listen to me, I don't want Malfoy. I never did! Take him, but he's taken. Ever try to do something to me again I'll kick your ass from here to the moon. Is that clear?" Eliana backed away as Pansy stood, nodding her head. "Now, if you're done with me, I believe I have a class to attend." She picked a pair of black sunglasses from her pocket and slid them over her eyes.
"Eliana…" Pansy said from behind her, "You will pay! I will make sure of it!"
"Good," Eliana replied while still waking away, "I can't wait until that day comes."
"Malfoy," Ginny said, "stop it. We have to go to class." She smiled as he kissed her between words.
"Ginny," he said while looking down into her eyes, "You're mine, and I am yours. Do you want this, or do you like someone else. Tell me, please."
"Draco Malfoy, I want you," she said while slipping her hand into his, "now let's go to class." He walked her to her class, and as a result was late to potions, but Professor Snape didn't care. He could really care less. Her taste still lingered on his lips, like sweet nectar, and he licked them, waiting until the next time he could kiss her.
"Harry," Eliana sat beside him by the lake, her legs crossed underneath her mini-skirt, "Sirius and I met in Diagon Alley, in the Leaky Cauldron one day. He talked of how he wished he had a daughter like me and was waiting for my father to return from the broom shop. He told me of how my father was a great man, and a great auror. Later on, in the months to follow, he visited quite often and would bring me dolls, and broomsticks, spoiling me. Then one day, he disappeared. We were walking in Diagon Alley one day, and I saw him, on a poster. I couldn't believe it! As I got older I learned what had happened to him. I got letters from him, once in awhile, but they never said where he was, or what he was doing."
"Sounds like him," Harry said while looking at the ground.
"Well," she said, "when traveling one year I got a letter from him that said he had proof that he was innocent! I was so excited and he told me of you, Harry. I loved hearing him tell of you and your father. He was such a great story teller. Anyways, when he…left," she choked back the tears at this statement, "I cried myself to sleep, and wondered if anyone else in the world felt like I did. I know who wrote the letter Harry. It was Sirius, but he is no longer in this world. The letter was sent to me, to give to you, if he died and I found myself with you. So, I sent it to you. I didn't know if you liked me, or anything and so I sent it by owl. But Harry, he is proud of you, and of me, I hope." She let the tears run down her cheeks as Harry pulled her into him.
"Eliana," he said while resting his head on her hair, "He is proud of you. He's still with us, don't worry." She clung to his chest and Harry didn't mind, for once, her sorrow was greater than his benefit or will to hold her as more than a friend.
"Harry," she said, "there's something else. He also wanted me to…" she choked back the words.
"Like me?" he suggested, meaning liking him as a boyfriend, "I do. I like you to Eliana, it feels like I've known you my whole life." He smiled as she grinned up at him, her eyes red from crying. She hugged him and he hugged her back, content that the whole world could see them.
