Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story.

Hello all! I am updating so quickly! You should be proud. But it is kinda bittersweet. I am getting into my last week of school and I have loads of work to do. So dont expect Chapter 3 up until maybe the end of next week or the week after. This chapter is extra long, so hopefully it will tide you over until then. I want to thank everyone who reviewed on the last chapter. I really appreciated it and I will take all of your suggestions into consideration. I am so glad that you guys didnt hold back in your reviews and I want you to keep up with it. I take criticism surprisingly well.lol. Anywho, enjoy!

Chapter 2

Ginny walked slowly back up to her house. Tears were flowing freely from her eyes and her breath came in short rasps. She reached the back door and paused, her hand on the knob. She wiped her eyes, trying to rid some of the signs that she was upset. She wasn't really interested in talking to anyone about what just happened. All she wanted to do was run to her room and hide for as long as she could. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen, which thankfully was empty. She walked slowly towards her room and she was right outside the door when someone found her.

"Ginny." Harry said walking up behind her. She didn't turn to look at him because she knew he would know she was upset.

"Hey Harry."

"Where's Draco?" He asked walking up next to her. She looked at the floor and then finally up to him. "Have you been crying?"

"I..." She said before her sobs broke through instead. She opened her door and flung herself down on her bed, her face in her pillow. She heard the door close and lock and then she felt Harry's hand on her back.

"What happened, Ginny? Did he do something to hurt you?" She took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm herself and not exactly acheiving it. She hated herself for crying. She felt like such a stupid girl when she did it. She sat up slowly. He put an arm around her, and she didnt protest. She needed to be comforted so much right now.

"He left." She whispered.

"Why would he do that?" He wrapped his other arm around her body and pulled her against him. Her tears were slowing, but her breathing was still erratic. She tried to slow her breathing, stalling for time. She didn't know what to tell him. The truth? Or should she make up something? She sat up and looked at the boy sitting in front of her. His concern was evident in his features and she realized that after everything they had been through, if anyone could accept the truth it was him.

"He said that he couldn't stay here anymore. He has to become a Death Eater soon and for him to stay involved with me would only put me in danger." She wiped some more tears from her cheeks and waited for Harry's response.

"He's right as much as I hate to admit it. You would be in danger. But, hell, you are in danger just being a Weasley." He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "So he is going to be a Death Eater for sure?" Ginny was almost surprised at how calm he was, but then she realized that Draco becoming a Death Eater wasnt exactly the shock of the century.

"He said that the Dark Lord will decide if he is worthy or not. And if he is, then he will become one and if he isn't…he will be killed." She replied her voice scarce.

"That is usually the way Voldemort works, sadly." He rubbed her hand softly. "I'm sorry, Ginny."

"I just cant believe he is gone. What if I never see him again?"

"If he loves you like I believe he does, he won't be able to stay away."

"Don't tell anyone, Harry. Please. I don't want my parents to know that he is a Death Eater. I will make up something to tell them and everyone else. You are the only one who knows."

"I can't not tell the Order about him being a Death Eater." Harry looked at her as if she had grown another head.

"Please, Harry. Just wait. At least until we know for sure."

"And how are we supposed to know for sure?" Harry asked, skeptical.

"You always know when new people become Death Eaters. You will be able to find out. But until then, please don't tell anyone." She pouted slightly and he sighed dejectedly.

"Fine." He replied. She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. "But if I think this information is important for the Order to know, I will tell them."

"Alright."

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Lunch passed without any questions about Ginny's whereabouts. She stayed in her room for hours just staring at the ceiling, feeling sorry for herself. She missed Draco already and it had only been a few hours. She had tried to write him a letter several times before thinking better of it. If she contacted him she knew it would only make him angrier. So she would wait. For what she wasn't sure. But she figured sooner or later he would get in contact with her. Now all she could do was wait.

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"Come on Gin." Harry said opening the door and pulling her up off the bed. "Come down and eat dinner. You haven't eaten since this morning and your entire family is worried about you."

"I'm not in the mood, Harry." She replied sitting back down on her bed.

"You have to eat something. Your mom sent me up here with the order to bug you until you come down."

"Have they asked about Draco yet?" She asked meekly.

"Well, yes and no." He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "They kinda already knew."

"What?! How would they know? You are the only one I told."

"Ron looked out the kitchen window and saw Draco disapparate and you crying. He kinda assumed that he dumped you. He just doesn't know why."

"Great. So I get to go downstairs and listen to Ron gloat about how he was right all along." Harry knelt down in front of her and took her hands in his.

"No one will say anything. Your mom already told him to let it go." He smiled. "Not to mention, I told him that I would kick his ass if he said anything."

"Did you really say that?" She asked surprised.

"Yeah. But he just laughed it off. Idiot thinks he is tougher than me." He laughed and stood up, pulling her up with him. "Come on." She reluctantly followed Harry out the door and down to the dinner table. She sat down next to him and waited to see what would be said.

"Hey sweetheart. How's my little girl?" Mr. Weasley, Arthur, asked kissing her on top of the head before sitting down across from her.

"I'm okay, dad." She replied quietly.

"Now honey, I know you don't want to talk about it, but why did Draco leave?" Mrs. Weasley, Molly, asked.

"His father found out he was here." Ginny said quickly. Sitting in her room all afternoon, she tried thinking of an excuse, but for some reason she couldn't come up with a good one.

"So he went running home to Daddy, did he?" Ron asked laughing.

"No. He didn't have a choice, Ron. His father is a Death Eater and would have no problem using an unforgivable curse on him." She sighed. "And plus he said him being here, put me in danger."

"It's better if you aren't involved with him, Ginny. Now, I'm not going to say that Draco is a Death Eater, but his father is. And it would only have been a matter of time before he would have put a stop to the relationship." Arthur finished.

"I know, Dad. But it still hurts." She replied. "I really love him."

"It'll get better, Gin." Harry put his arm around her and hugged her against his body. Hermione and Ron shared a glance across the table. It was evident to them that this is what Harry had been waiting for. But in Harry's mind, he just wanted to be a good friend to her. And if things happened to progress in that direction, then he obviously wouldn't argue.

That evening after dinner had been finished and cleaned up, Ginny sat in the living room by the fire reading one of her books on Quidditch. When something was on her mind, Quidditch helped to offer a relief. Her parents had just retired for the night and Ron and Hermione were out on the back porch, canoodling and whatnot. And Harry was sitting across the room reading the Daily Prophet. He spent at least an hour a day reading every newspaper he could get his hands on; looking for any sign of Voldemort's whereabouts or activities.

"Another night with no activity." He said folding up the paper and placing it on the coffee table.

"That's good, isn't it?"

"Good. Or bad. Kind of like the calm before the storm." He placed his hand absentmindedly on his scar. "From what I can sense, things are getting stronger for them. Its only a matter of time, unfortunately."

"When are you leaving to go to Headquarters?" She asked sitting up on the couch and placing her book next to the discarded Prophet.

"The plan is for all of us to go there next week. But if something happens before, then we will be leaving sooner."

"All of us are going?"

"Yes. You wouldn't expect your parents to stay at the Burrow when a war is raging."

"I don't really like it there, though. I never know what is going on and all anyone will say is, 'you're too young to do anything, so there's no need to trouble yourself'. I hate it."

"Don't worry. I will keep you well informed, Gin. Plus it doesn't matter if you like it. At least you are safe." He patted her knee gently and yawned.

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"Harry, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked when she turned around and found him standing in her doorway. She had been packing for Hogwarts.

"I wanted to come see you before you left for school." He walked into the room and lifted her trunk off the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Spending our last night until the holidays together." He kissed her softly, wrapping her up in his arms. She pressed her body against him and opened her mouth, urging him forward. He slipped his tongue in and found hers. She moaned appreciatively and began walking backwards towards her bed. They tumbled onto it, their kiss breaking.

"Smooth, Ginny." Harry said laughing. He kissed her nose and then traveled slowly down to her neck.

"Not there." She whispered. She was ticklish there and he knew that. A few giggles escaped her mouth as his lips lightly brushed against her. He traveled down to the nape of her neck and sucked gently on her supple skin. "Oh, Harry." She moaned. He sniggered slightly, stopping to look up into her eyes. "Why did you stop?"

"I want to ask you something." He asked sitting up.

"Anything." She replied pulling him down on top of her. She kissed him again.

"I need my mouth, ya know." He mumbled, trying to separate himself from her. She giggled and pulled away.

"Ask away, my love."

"What is going to happen with us?"

"While I'm at Hogwarts? After I leave Hogwarts? Now?"

"All three I guess." She could tell he was getting uncomfortable.

"Well now, we are getting ready to have sex. While I am at school, I will be dreaming of you. And after Hogwarts, I am going to spend the rest of my life with you." She answered kissing his forehead.

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Ginny woke up a few hours later and opened her eyes. It was still dark out, but she assumed it was close to morning. The fire in front of her was glowing eerily. Where was she? She sat up and felt an arm slide off her shoulders. She looked to her right and saw Harry asleep with his head resting on the back of the couch, his glasses askew. Her mind was still groggy, but she vaguely remembered talking to Harry for half the night. She must have fallen asleep. She stood up slowly and felt her head aching for her to return to sleep. She wanted to go to her room, before anyone woke up. All she kept thinking was that not only did she dream about Harry, but she woke up next to him as well. She walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water before going upstairs to bed. She got out a cup, filled it with water, and then began to walk upstairs. When she walked past Percy's old room, she heard movement. Pausing, her heart skipped a few beats.

"Shit." She thought to herself, her mind reeling with possible things to do. She felt in her pants pockets, but then realized she left her wand in her room. "Be brave, Ginny and check it out." Her mind said, urging her to do something. She took a deep breath and opened the door slowly.

"Is someone in here?" She asked timidly.

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Draco appeared in his room at Malfoy Manor. He had just left Ginny standing in the middle of the road crying over him. He always made her cry. It didn't matter now, though. He couldn't hurt her anymore. Now he was only hurting himself. He sprawled out on his bed and let all of the emotions he suppressed wash over him. He hadn't cried in years, and today would be no different. He wouldn't cry over something he couldn't change. He had made the right decision. Even if it didn't feel like it right now. Laying in that bed next to her and watching her sleep made him realize just how much staying with her wasn't fair. She needed to be safe and enjoying her summer. Not dodging the Dark Lord and worrying over him.

"Well that's a lie." His mind scoffed. "She is going to worry over me whether we are together or not."

But at least if they weren't together, she would be in less danger. He loved her and didn't want her to fear for her life.

"I thought I heard someone apparate in." A shrill voice said from his door.

"Hello Mother." He replied not even bothering to look up at her.

"Draco, darling, I thought you were staying at the Zabini's for a few days. Your father and I were going to go to France for the weekend." She answered sitting down on the bed next to him.

"The Dark Lord will let his most faithful Death Eater go to France, when the war is growing stronger?"

"Your father has an important errand to run for him. Don't ask so many questions." Her voice was stern and sounded much like the female version of his father.

"Sorry Mother. Have fun."

"It is not fun, son. It's business. Now while we are gone, you will remain in this house. No guests and remember we are just an apparation away." She stood up and then before leaving said, "Your father hasn't used the Cruciatus in awhile and if you slip up, he wont be afraid to knock some sense into you."

"Yes ma'am." He responded tiredly. He closed his eyes and fell asleep fairly quickly. His dreams were filled with a certain red haired beauty. One dream in particular replayed their first together after Christmas Break. And when he awoke a few hours later, his mood was slightly elated. He felt like apparating to the Burrow and bringing her to his empty mansion for a little alone time. But he knew that would only make their separation harder. He stood up and walked to his giant oak dresser. He would take a cold shower, relieve some of the sexual tension building up inside him, and then have dinner. He opened the top drawer and found nothing there. Frantic, he began to look in the other drawers as well.

"Where the bloody hell are my clothes?" He asked aloud to himself. He sat down on his bed angrily. His clothes were at Ginny's still. "Damn it." He mumbled. He was without clothes until he could pick up his trunk. But how was he to get it? He couldn't exactly just ask Ginny to bring them to him or to apparate them to him. He didn't even know how to do that. Sure there was the Accio charm, but his trunk would probably go crashing through their house and hit someone in the head or something. He would have to go get it. It was the only option. He stood up to apparate and then realized that it was around dinner time. He couldn't just waltz into the Weasley home, pick up his stuff, and leave. He would have to go when everyone was asleep, that way he could get in and out without being seen.

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Ginny took another step into the room. It was dark, but the moon cast a sliver of light big enough for her to see someone standing in the shadows.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice quivering.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you not to walk into a dark room without a wand?" The person asked smugly.

"Draco." She said walking up to him and wrapping her arms around him. He stood still, unsure of what to do.

"Ginny." He said untangling her arms and stepping away from her. "How could you walk into this room, without your wand? It could have been a Death Eater coming for Potter."

"I'm sorry. I must not have been thinking." She stopped. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get my stuff. I got home and realized I had no clothes."

"So you just came to get your clothes and leave? You weren't even going to talk to me?" She asked sadly.

"I couldn't talk to you. Because I knew if I did, I wouldn't want to stop." He said. He looked into her eyes. Those brown eyes that gave away every thought and feeling she had. And right now, even in the dimly lit room, he could tell she missed him. And he could tell that she was so close to crying, but wasn't letting herself.

"Don't leave again." She whispered.

"I have to, Ginny." He said his voice barely audible.

"Then at least stay for a little bit, please." She kept her voice soft and collected. She really wanted to grab him and do ungodly things to him, but obviously that wasn't a good idea.

"It wont do us any good. It will only make our relationship or lack there of harder." He responded reasonably.

"Who cares, Draco? It has only been a few hours and already I miss you. I have been trying to be strong, but I can't take it. I will not let you ruin our lives."

"I'm not ruining our lives. I'm ruining mine." He said chuckling.

"It's not funny." She replied angrily.

"I'm not saying it is, my dear, I was merely laughing at the absurdity of my life right now."

"You honestly say the oddest things." She said, feeling a little less angry. He always had a way of saying something to completely make her forget why she was made earlier.

"Yes but its part of why you love me." He said smirking. He wanted to give into his feelings so much. He was so close to wrapping his arms around her and smothering her. It had been less then a day since he left her standing outside, with tears running down her face and already here they were. On the brink of forgetting everything they fought about this morning. This was the way things usually worked for them. They would get so ungodly angry with the other, and then what seemed like minutes later they were laughing or even better, having make up sex.

"I do love you. And you love me. That's why we should be together." She watched as he sat down on his trunk, obviously defeated.

"Its not that easy, Ginny. There are so many things to consider. We can't just do what we want and not think about the consequences."

"It is that easy. When people want to be together they do whatever they can to be together. They don't stop and think about everyone else, they think about what they want."

"Love is not selfish, Gin. If we were meant to be together, then we would be."

"The only thing stopping us from being together is you! No one else is stopping us. And yes it would have been difficult but we could have made it through. You're just being a pussy and giving up." She said her rage showing. She couldn't yell since her entire family was in bed, but she wanted to get her point across.

"A pussy? Did you honestly just say that I am being a pussy?" He suppressed a small laugh. "Ginny Weasley just called me a pussy. I didn't think those words would ever escape your lips."

"Don't turn this into a joke, Draco. I'm being serious."

"I'm sorry." He said his face still straining to keep his laughter under the surface.

"No you aren't, you prick." She now felt that insulting him was the only thing that might make him realize how angry she really was.

"Stop spewing out insults. They aren't going to help this situation, darling." He stood up and walked towards her. Her eyes softened suddenly, but as quickly as they faltered, they were back to their previous appearance.

"I'm really angry at you, Draco." She said, hoping her voice sounded sincere.

"I know you are. And I'm sorry."

"If you were truly sorry, then you wouldn't be doing this to me."

"This argument feels very cyclical. It's not going anywhere." He said putting his hands on her hips and pushing her against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"What we both want to do." He leaned in and tugged on her lip gently. He felt her body respond by becoming less rigid, but he knew she wouldn't give in that easy. "I love you, Ginny. And I miss you like all hell."

"We shouldn't do this, Draco." She said pushing him off of her. It took all her will power not to just let him kiss her, but she didn't want to give up her fight now.

"I spent the last few minutes saying that, and now that I have given in, you won't?"

"What is it going to help? We will both be less horny and that's about it. And then what happens? Tomorrow we both go back to our separate lives. Our lives where we cant be together as you say."

"You make no sense, Ginny Weasley. You are changing your mind left and right." He paused for what seemed like an eternity, but was really a few seconds. "What do you want to happen, Ginny?"

She sighed annoyed. "I want us to be together. I don't want to just have sex with you. I don't care about you being a Death Eater or about me being a Weasley. I just want to be with you and enjoy the time we have together."

"Okay." He answered simply.

"Okay?" She asked, her eyes almost bugging out of her head. "Seriously?"

"Yes. If that is what you want then that is what you shall get."

"Why the sudden change in heart?" She questioned suspiciously.

"I never said I didn't want to be with you, Ginny. And this entire time I was telling myself that if we weren't together then you would be better off. But obviously, that is not the case. So if this is what you want…"

"It is what I want." She smiled broadly.

"And you know that you are going to be in grave danger if anyone finds out?"

"Yes."

"But you have to promise me something."

"Okay."

"If anything happens and I tell you not to contact me or to leave your house or anything, you must do as I say." He took her hand and kissed it.

"I..."

"You either agree to this or we don't even try it."

"Okay. I'll do whatever you say."

"Thank you." He put an arm around her waist and leaned in so his mouth rested against her ear. "Can I kiss you now?"

"Please." She giggled quickly before his lips were on hers. She felt her knees weaken and her heart skip a beat. It was perfect. He pulled away slowly and pushed a soft curl out of her eyes.

"I will do everything I can to keep you safe from the Dark Lord. But you have to do your part. You cannot tell a soul. Not Granger. Not Lovegood. And especially not Potter."

"I won't. I promise." She smiled. "Now can we stop talking already?"

"Anxious much?" He asked laughing.

"Shut up." She said blushing slightly.

"Well, I have the perfect place to go." He said, pulling out his wand. " I promise to have you back before anyone knows you are gone."

"I trust you." She said before taking his hand. In one swift movement, they were apparating. And a few seconds later, they were standing in an expensive looking bedroom. One with a huge oak dresser.

((A/N: Okay, now I am sure that some of you are going to be mad with the way it ended. But know that this is what I wanted to happen and I know where the story is going...well at least for the next chapter or two anyway. So review once again and I do really hope that you liked this chapter.))