She was sitting in a chair with her feet propped up on the large desk in front of her when Draco walked into the room. It was two days after Christmas vacation and this was the first time she had been able to come and see her boyfriend. Draco had gone home for the holidays so she hadn't been able to see him for weeks.
Their relationship was a secret from everyone. Draco had to keep it a secret because of his father. The bastard would try to kill her if he knew how close Draco was to her.
And Ginny, well that was obvious. She had numerous brothers who would be more than happy to kill/maim/decapitate any boy who got close to their precious younger sister. Having Draco Malfoy fill that position was a double no-no. He was evil, and was a boy. Her brothers would torture the poor boy, kill him and burn the remains while dancing around the fire chanting in a strange anti-Ginny-associating-with-boys language.
Whenever she was able to, Ginny snuck down to Draco's personal room that his father had bought for him. Together they did the normal stuff that two teenagers did when they were alone together; ensue in large bouts of snogging. Strangely enough, Ginny was the happiest she had been since Tom Riddle.
Draco collapsed on his bed with a self-suffering sigh. "What are you doing here?" He muttered into the bed.
"I'm always here Draco. Answer that yourself." She snapped back at him.
Draco sighed again and walked over to his drawers. He pulled out a black shirt and started to take off his school uniform. Ginny put her feet back on the ground with an angry thump.
"Why won't you talk to me?" She snarled.
Draco's shoulders stiffened and her turned around to look at her. "Because you're going to hate me." He whispered. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off. On his right arm, dark black against the pale skin was a horrible blemish.
"You promised," Ginny whimpered in a shaky tear filled voice. "You told me that you would never become a Death Eater!" She sniffed audibly. "You betrayed my trust!" Ginny ran towards the door.
"You have to listen to me!" Draco hissed.
"NO! I'm not listening to you again. You are a liar and a killer and I will have nothing to do with you!" Ginny through open the door and stormed out of the room.
For the next three years Draco would have a memory of her large brown eyes, brimming with tears and hatred, eating into his soul and destroying him.
Ginny sat up with a start and immediately whimpered in pain. Her muscles were not up to sudden movements. She carefully lay back down and sighed quietly.
Ginny had been dreaming of happier times. Times when she was in love with the man sleeping in the room next to hers. But then Draco had to go and become a Death Eater and his father had to go and kill Ginny's next love interest, Colin Creevy. Now all she felt for the ferret was pure hatred. At least she liked to think that.
Truthfully, Ginny had only gone out with Colin to help forget about Draco. Most of the time she had pretended to be happy with her new life, hiding her misery behind cheery smiles and long walks around the lake with Colin. Ginny wasn't sure if Colin's death had been a blessing or a curse. She was very upset that Colin had been killed, but in a way she was happy that she didn't have to pretend to be happy around Colin when she wasn't. She could use Colin's death as an excuse for not dating again and throwing herself into her work. It was horrible and very true.
Now she was back with Draco and he was acting very odd. First he was being so kind to her. Draco was being unbelievably gentle as he was taking care of her injuries. He made sure that he never hurt her. A murderous Death Eater would probably rape her and kill her. Then he would leave her body for her brother to find. Draco hadn't done anything like that. He was being the perfect gentleman. It was almost too good to be true.
Plus, Draco had said the one thing that bothered her the most. 'Take me to the Quidditch Pitch for one last game.' If he was the one sending the letters, then he was aiding the Aurors in capturing dangerous Death Eaters. But he was one of those "Dangerous Death Eaters." Why would he want to do something like that?
Ginny sighed and closed her eyes. There wasn't any sun poking through the window, so hopefully she could get a couple more hours of sleep. Strenuous thinking should only be done in the afternoon after a large cup of coffee and an even larger breakfast was tucked safely into her stomach.
The Auror council had grudgingly granted their request to go and search for Ginny. They had even put another Auror group onto the case to make it go faster. Hermione sighed as she stepped out of the Auror headquarters building, a slip of paper clutched in one hand, and two bottles of hangover potion in the other. She knew that Harry had taken Ron to his house last night to help Ron forget that his sister was missing and was quite possibly dead. She also knew that Harry had a very extensive liquor collection of both Muggle and Wizarding brands. She apparated into Harry's living room and sighed quietly. Lying on the floor, bottles of various alcohols in their hands, were Ron and Harry. The floor was littered with empty bottles and the carpet had numerous stains from where they had spilled in their drunken stupor. It was actually funny. Hermione smirked as she pulled out her wand and aimed it at the two boys. A loud blaring honk echoed across the room and both boys jumped up screaming as they held their heads in their hands. Hermione snickered and handed them their hangover potion.
"It serves you right," she smiled once the boys were aware again. "Anyway," she went on, "We have permission to go look for your sister. Another Auror group went out earlier this morning and is searching east of the last known area that Ginny was in. We are to search west. Hurry up and get ready." The boys ran off to get showered and changed.
The sun was setting in front of them when a brown owl flew up to them. Ron took the message from the owl and read it quickly. His face paled and he passed the letter to Harry.
We have found her wand. It was floating with an anti-sinking spell on top of the ocean. We don't believe that she is alive. We are returning home now.
Harry passed the letter to Hermione. "Don't worry Ron," Harry said soothingly. "We wont stop searching until we find her. Ginny isn't dead. She probably just lost her wand and can't get back from where ever she is." Unfortunately, even Ron could hear the slight disbelief that was laced through Harry's words. How could Ginny survive for days in the middle of the ocean, miles away from civilization? She had to be alive, but was it possible?