Ginny woke up to the sounds of someone moving around in the bedroom. She turned her head and saw Draco backing into the room with a large tray balanced in his hands. On the tray were a glass of orange juice and a steaming bowl of oatmeal. On the top of the oatmeal was a strawberry.

Tears came to Ginny's eyes when she saw the strawberry. After all of the time they had spent apart, Draco still remembered that Ginny always had to have one strawberry with her breakfast every morning. It had been her tradition since childhood. During school, Draco would bring her a strawberry every morning before letting her go to class.

Ginny turned to look at him and whispered in a soft, shocked voice, "You remembered."

"I remember everything about you Ginny," Draco answered as he set the tray down on the nightstand next to the bed. He helped her get into a sitting position and put the tray in her lap.

"I have to go to work," Draco started, "So when you're done just put the tray on the table and go back to sleep. I'll be back tonight." Draco backed out of the door with a small smile on his face. "We really need to talk," he added before he disappeared around the corner.

Ginny agreed with him heartily. Maybe it was time to hear the explanation Draco had tried to tell her the day she left him. There had to be a good reason why Draco would suddenly become a Death Eater when he had promised her that he wouldn't ever join with Voldemort. Plus, Draco couldn't be a normal Death Eater. He was hiding from the Aurors like the rest of the murderers, but he was sending information about his colleagues to those same Aurors. Ginny had a lot of questions to ask Draco.

Draco walked down the very muddy path to the library. His pant legs were soaked through. The storm last night had flooded the entire plateau and had knocked down a couple of trees. Draco walked past the cliff where he had found Ginny last night and shuddered. It could have been so easy for either of them to have gone over the edge and fallen to their deaths on the rocks below.

Draco pushed those thoughts out of his head and kept walking.

Draco entered the library with a sigh. It was going to be really hard to work today. Not only was it stifling in the oppressive room, but also with Ginny lying in his guest bedroom, Draco knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything.

Ginny had broken up with him and had refused to see him because he had the Dark Mark scarred into the flesh on his arm. When he had tried to explain that he hadn't wanted the mark, she had fled. Ginny had fled right back into her brother's arms. Her brother and his friends had pushed away the distressed girl in their quest to destroy Voldemort so Ginny sought comfort with Creevy.

Jealousy hadn't been a strong enough word for Draco's feelings at that time. He had thrown himself into his schoolwork and his Death Eater work, hoping to forget his love for the red head. When Creevy had been killed Draco had cheered silently. He had been even happier when he saw that Ginny barely shed a tear for her boyfriend's death. It had almost been like Ginny didn't truly care for the boy. Draco had watched her as she buried herself under massive amounts of Auror work.

When Ginny started working on his case, Draco became worried. Ginny knew that he was a Death Eater and she had a personal vendetta against him. Draco had lost track of Ginny when he left the country. Blaise occasionally stopped by to update Draco on how close the Aurors were getting to him. That was the only knowledge he had gotten about Ginny and it was maddening.

Now Ginny had practically landed on his doorstep. Draco didn't harbor any hopes of them getting back together again. All he wanted was to have Ginny forgive him. Then they could both go back to their lives.

Ginny finished her breakfast with a contented sigh. She didn't know where Draco had learned to cook, but the oatmeal had been delicious. Ginny put the tray onto the table next to her and carefully slid back under the covers. Eating had tired her out more than she would have thought. Maybe she had been hurt worse than she knew. That would explain her weakness and her constant state of exhaustion. Draco must have done a number of healing spells on her for her to be in such good condition. Ginny just hoped that no one had picked up on the large amounts of magic being preformed out here. Ginny closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Blaise walked into work with a smile on his face. The letter had worked perfectly. He went into the magical projection room and his smile immediately faded. On the screen was a large blinking green dot. It was blinking over the town Draco was hiding in. Blaise quickly grabbed a manual and looked up green and blinking. The green dot meant healing spells were being used, and a blinking dot meant that a massive amount of power was being used.

"Why would Draco need healing spells of that power?" He mused to himself quietly. Blaise pulled out his wand and erased all signs of magic coming from that town. There was no need for anyone else to see magic come from that area. He would have to stop by sometime to see if Draco needed any help.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione were sitting together in Harry's house trying to think of another plan of action when a face appeared in their fireplace.

"I need all three of you to come down to the prison at once!" Their boss yelled at them. "There has been an escape from Azkaban!"

Hermione gasped. "Who escaped sir?"

"Lucius Malfoy. I need all of you to come down here now! I think Malfoy escaped to go kill someone! We need you to capture him immediately." His face disappeared.

"Lets go," Harry sighed. "We can work on finding Ginny when Malfoy is back behind bars."