Ginny's night had been fitful at best. Images of Voldemort consumed her thoughts, both in slumber and when she would wake. Draco woke up once, and when he asked what was wrong, she excused it as a cramp.

Nevertheless, morning came and with it, some sunshine mixed with snow. Ginny's tired mind was refreshed with some Pepper-Up potion and she decided resolutely to make it a good day. Pansy and Madison had owled her; a girls' day, they decided, would be in order.

Ginny lay awake, spooned up against Draco, absentmindedly running her fingers over the hand that was wrapped securely around her stomach. She felt him move and turned her head, seeing his eyes open.

"Been up long?" He asked her sleepily, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

"No," she lied, tucking herself further into his body. She yawned and he lifted his head up to look at her, with a small smile on his face.

"What do you say I really make you tired?" He lifted an eyebrow and dropped his head again, proceeding to suck on her neck. She moaned a little, but scooted away.

"Pansy, Madison, expecting me," she told him reluctantly. He gave her a displeased look. "Girls' day," she offered. He pouted.

"Well, Blaise's owl is sitting over there," she pointed out. "Maybe it's boys' day too?"

With a groan, he turned away, calling the owl over to him and ripping open the letter. "Boys' day? What the hell is that? Blaise must be turning gay."

She grinned and hit him on the shoulder. He threw the letter aside. "I'm not prepared to handle a day with only boys and no Ginny." He moved his lips to her neck again and threw his leg over her body, straddling her. "I'll only let you go under one condition…"

Ginny giggled and met his lips.

Ginny, unsurprisingly, ran into Pansy's rooms a half hour late.

"Ginnyyyy," Madison complained. "We can't have girls' day if you are going to be late banging Malfoy before it even starts."

Ginny had the decency to blush as she plopped down on the oversized couch. Pansy rolled her eyes.

"You should know that Madison just walked in half a minute ago," Pansy said with a knowing look. Ginny laughed while Madison looked away, a bit pink in the cheeks.

"And what about you Pansy? When did you get here?" Ginny enquired with a twinkle in her eye.

"I don't think you need to know that actually," she told them, also blushing. They giggled madly.

"I wonder what boys do on boys' day?"

Draco and Andre sat in a leisurely Wizard's Chess match, Blaise hunched in a chair to the side.

"So, how's Puddlemere doing this season?" Andre asked, hoping to bring some conversation to the overly dull atmosphere. Both boys just grunted and mumbled something incomprehensible. Suddenly, the portrait opened and Dumbledore stepped through.

"Ah, a boys' day. How exciting," he exclaimed with a tight smile. He looked over to the Andre and Blaise. "Would you mind if I borrowed Mr. Malfoy for a bit?"

They both shook their heads and Blaise looked over at Draco sharply. Draco looked back with a hard look, one Blaise recognized as worried. Draco stood up and walked over to Dumbledore. Dumbledore gave the other two boys a grim smile and walked out through the portrait hole, Draco trailing behind.

Draco sat in the chair across from the Headmaster, arms neatly folded and eyes fixed on the Headmaster in a calculating way. Dumbledore looked wearier than ever, eyes heavy and clouded, and normally tall posture collapsed.

"Just tell me," Draco requested resignedly. His heart was clenched in his chest and he knew what was coming. Dumbledore quickly looked up to Draco, sighed, and bent down to pull up his Pensieve and set it on the desk. With a final apologetic look, he dipped his wand down into the Pensieve and swirled.

Ron stopped in front of the gargoyle, muttering the password with a sigh, and proceeding up the stairs. He was so tired lately, both mentally and physically. Everyone could feel the war coming; some said the smell of death clung like a premonition in the air. Ron and Harry were having private duelling lessons with Remus at every waking hour that wasn't school. Sleep was inevitable lately for Ron. If it wasn't haunted with dreams of Voldemort, it was interrupted by Harry's screams in his nightmares. And Ginny.

He missed her. He was worried about her. When he saw her today in the hall on the way to Pansy's rooms, she looked exhausted. It was well covered up by a Pepper-Up, if he might venture to guess, but she was his sister. He could read her better. Her normal look of loathing had disappeared, like his had. He wished they were friends again; maybe he would go apologize to her after he saw Dumbledore. This wasn't worth fighting with a war coming. His eyes grew moist as he considered that there would be many people he might not ever see again after the war. He dismissed the thought and stopped in front of Dumbledore's door, his footsteps light. He heard voices, and began to turn away; he could wait if Dumbledore was busy. But he hesitated when he heard Draco's voice, and following a gut feeling, stopped and listened.

The lone figure of Professor Trelawney rose up from the silvery substance in the basin and spoke again in her raspy voice.

The one of fire with flaming hair

Seems to be unlikely

But her ties to Voldemort

Should not be taken lightly

I trust you all remember well

The girl's first year at school

A book, destroyed, that gave the girl

A piece of him, that fool!

Those star-crossed lovers are now the target

To Voldemort and friends

Ice will lead a tortured life

When fire meets her end.

Silence. A long silence stretched over the two men sitting in Dumbledore's office. The older man, wracked with worries of the upcoming war and knotted with grief at the thought of death for his beloved friends and students. The younger man, frozen in his seat, knowing that the prophecy that had just been told predicted the death of Ginny. His Ginny, his girlfriend. His love.

"What now?" Draco asked hoarsely, his voice riddled with emotion, not meeting the eyes of his mentor. Dumbledore said nothing. "Are we supposed to keep this from her too?"

As Dumbledore looked unto his student, his student who already seemed to be completely dead inside, Dumbledore felt a wave of heartbreak wash over him. How was everything so unfair that the people who deserve happiness the most are always the ones to lose it?

"You can't tell her," Dumbledore told Draco softly. "We will figure something out. It will be fine."

Draco met Dumbledore's eyes, his grey eyes soft, but hollow and unbelieving. He said nothing, but only made to stand up.

"You know, Draco, that it would ruin her life," Dumbledore tried to explain. Draco looked at him critically and left the room, heading straight out to the grounds for some air.

Ronald Weasley didn't know how he got out of Dumbledore's office and over to Pansy's rooms. Suddenly, he was standing before the portrait hole, completely silent and unmoving until Ginny came out. "Ron, what's wrong?"

Draco Malfoy couldn't cry. He was pretty sure if had been beaten out of him when he was five or six years old. So he sat by the lake, unable to cry but consumed by grief. He sat there until he noticed the snow seeping into his trousers and he came to his senses and went inside.

He walked up his rooms in solitude, not answering any greetings, as if he were on autopilot. What shocked him out of that was the sight of a tear-filled Ginny sitting completely still in her chair by the fire.

His eyes widened and he ran over to her, his hand going for her cheek. She didn't respond to his touch, only looked up at him with her beautiful tear-filled eyes.

"Gin, what's…?"

"You lied."

Draco's heart clenched. How could she know?

"Ron, he heard, he told me."

Draco made to hug her but she lay limp and unresponding. "Please Gin. Please. It would have destroyed you. Please, please… You don't know how it killed me. Please. We'll find a way."

She said nothing, just looked at him blankly. He shook her shoulders. "We'll find a way!"

Nothing. He stroked her cheek again. "Please, Ginny, I love you so much…"

"DON'T YOU SAY THAT DRACO! DON'T YOU EVEN!"

Draco moved back from her in shock as she looked at him angrily.

"HOW DARE YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME? This is MY life!" She stood up quickly, eyes flaming. Tears spilled from them and Draco fell to his knees in front of her, looking at her pleadingly.

"Draco, I loved you. And you betrayed me. And the worst part? I still love you. But I don't know if I can stand to be around you," she cried, running her hand through his hair. A sob wracked her body and she ran out of the rooms.

"Ginny… Please," Draco yelled after her. He let his head fall down on the chair where she had sat, breathing in her scent. He felt numb. And empty.

Ginny ran outside to the grounds, running blindly to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where her favourite flowers grew and lay down on the snow covered ground. Her tear ducts were empty. She didn't even know what to feel anymore. How could she still love him after what he did to her? After what seemed like forever, she raised her upper body, brushed the earth and snow from his pants and decided to go back to the castle. No use in freezing outside dwelling on it while she could dwell on it while warm.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she had a millisecond to see Lucius Malfoy's face before she was stunned.

A/N: Thank you for your patience! I have no excuses. I can only say that I will be finishing up this story within the next month hopefully. No excuses! Enjoy! Please review to keep me going!