Title: Separate Paths
Summary: Harry dumped Ginny back in 6th year. Now, 6 years later, Ginny is married to Draco Malfoy and she hates her life. Voldemort is dead but there is dark stuff going around. Recently, she has been thinking a lot about Harry. Alternate chapters, Ginny then Harry etc.
Disclaimer: If I owned, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this…I would have better things to do…
'Author's Notes: Until I say otherwise, this story is no longer in Alternate Chapters because there is no point at this stage of the story. They will return in the future but for now I may write Harry and Ginny's view in one chapter and then Draco's in another.
This is the lat chapter of this fic! Sorry about the delay, but I had a large chunk of this chapter written, and it disappeared. I can't find it anywhere! So I had to start over, much to my annoyance.
Also, I have, somewhere in my mind, the plan for a oneshot sequel. I really want to carry on after that though, so if you want a longer sequel, please let me know.
Chapter Thirteen:
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Draco's POV
"I can't do that," I breathe, snaking my cold fingers around one of Ginny's pale and slender wrists. She tries desperately hard to fight against me, but I pull her towards me and wrap me free arm around her waist. She looks up at me sharply, her eyes glowing.
"Draco, let me go." She whispers, trying to hide the growing fear in her voice. I look longingly into her eyes and she goes limp. I take a chance and pull her close to me, stroking her hair and breathing in her soft, powdery scent – a smell that I've missed so much.
"I can't do that, Ginny." I said simply, freeing her wrist and cupping her delicate face. I want so badly to kiss her again, to feel the softness of her lips upon my own, to tell her I can change, to put everything right again. I can see in her eyes that she wants to believe me so badly, but I can see that something's holding her back.
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Ginny's POV
I look deep into his silver eyes. They've changed so much these past few months. I begin to believe him again, to play his little game. I think for a moment what it would be like if me and the twins came back. I think through all the promises he's making. Thinking if he means them or not.
Then I think again. About how much I love him. In fact, do I love him anymore? He loves me, I think. I can see it in his eyes. I don't have the heart to tell him.
About my feelings for Harry.
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Draco's POV
I see a new emotion flicker across her eyes. It's one I haven't seen for so long, I'd almost forgotten she was capable of it.
I could see it so strong in her eyes, if only for a second. But I don't think the love I saw was meant for me, because right after I saw that, she wouldn't look at me.
"Where have you been, Ginny?" I ask gently, still stroking her hair. She looks at me, nervously.
"What does it matter, Draco?" She said tiredly, stepping backwards and rubbing at her eyes. I take a chance at walking over to her and once more, taking her in my arms. She looks at me; her emotionless eyes seem to be in a trance.
I hear a popping noise somewhere to the left of me. I instinctively hold Ginny tighter than before and both our heads snap to the source of the noise.
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Lucius' POV
I glance around the room, before my eyes rest on the two reasons of my visits. I throw my head back and laugh.
"Finally Draco," I hear myself saying, coldly. "You've managed to get your dear weasel back!" I see Ginny's eyes snap up to Draco's. She takes a few steps backwards, pointing at Draco. She's muttering something like "No", "You Promised". But…Draco's…Draco's…apologizing? This isn't right.
"Draco!" I bark. They both look at me. Draco's eyes are filled with hatred. But not for Ginny. For me.
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Draco's POV
This wasn't meant to happen. I mean, it was, but I didn't want it to. My father and I had been meeting up ever since Ginny had disappeared, and he'd plotted to get back at her. I was so upset at the time; I hadn't realized what I was doing. It was my fault Ginny had lost the first baby. And I hate myself for doing it. It was almost like I was under the Imperius curse.
But I wasn't. I did it all out of my own free will. And that's what hurts the most.
Ginny's looking at me in horror now. I've completely blown it now.
I hear my father mutter something. A bright light comes searing out of the end of his wand and narrowly misses Ginny. I hear her fearful scream and I snap out of whatever trance I was in, just in time to see my father rapidly approach Ginny. I don't think and the rest of the events happen in a blur.
I feel myself reach for my wand and hear it swipe through the air and towards my father quicker than you could say Potions. He freezes in his tracks and a smirk plays across his lips.
"Go on then, Draco." He taunts. "Kill me. What's that? Oh, no more than a life in Azkaban!" He cackles, but I don't hear it.
"Avada Kedavra!" I scream, and the whole room glows green. I hear as my father, instantly dead, hits the floor, a cruel smirk still on his face.
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Ginny's POV
I look from Draco, to the body of his father. The room starts spinning, but I try to ignore it as I run. I hear footsteps behind me, and I hear Draco's voice calling after me. But I ignore it and I keep running. Once I'm a fair distance ahead of him, I turn around and look at him. He's looking at me, as I look at him. Before he can try and get any nearer, I apparate.
The last thing I see is Draco darting towards me.
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Draco's POV
She's gone for good. That's the end of it. I blew it big time.
Flashback
I sit up, feeling groggy. I push myself up, but a piece of parchment gets tangled up in my fingers. I scan the letter.
'I live at 260. You won't miss it; I'm the only one who has a deep red fireplace.
Harry.'
'They've gone to Potter's'. I think.
End flashback
She loves Potter now. I can't face going back home. I can't face it. So I go to the only person who ever truly loved me.
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Harry's POV
I hear a snapping noise from the lounge. I dart in, to see Ginny, collapsed on the floor, in floods of tears.
"Ginny!" I grab her shoulders and lift her up. She seems okay, just very shaken. "Hermione! Ron!" I call out, hoping they hear me. I haul Ginny up and help her to the sofa. I hear Hermione and Ron run into the lounge, both as eager as I am to make sure Ginny's okay, but she just cries into my chest for a long time.
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Ginny's POV
I can't even look at Harry. I feel so ashamed for thinking that me and Draco may've had another chance. Harry's been so good to us and whether he knows it or not, I love him.
I eventually stop crying, but I don't look up. I stay huddled up to Harry, silently hoping that Ron and Hermione will leave, just for a minute.
I hear Ron whisper something to Hermione and I feel Harry move slightly. I hear Ron and Hermione leave the room and the door snaps shut behind them. I feel Harry grip my shoulders and slowly lift my chin up, gently forcing me to look him in the eye.
I get shivers down my spine and I suddenly feel very embarrassed. Harry uses his free hand to wipe away the tears off my face. I shiver some more and find it hard to look him in the eye.
"Ginny," He whispers. I feel myself blush and try to break away from him. He takes me in his arms, and it feels so different to when Draco did it. Harry feels so much nicer – more gentle, more loving.
I chance looking up. He's still looking at me, but I can't place the emotion on his face. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
I hate myself. I love him so much and I can't tell him. I'm a coward. I'm so scared that he'll be just like Draco, even though I know that's impossible. I want Harry so much it hurts, bit I'm too scared.
But I don't have to be. Because I know it's going to be okay. Because he's kissing me, and it feels so right. I don't back away, or go rigid, like I used to with Draco. I feel myself smiling, and I wrap my arms around Harry's neck. And I know, just for now, that everything's going to be okay.